Anguish and ecstasy
are the soul's expressions for the emotional abyss and zenith.
It is catharsis of a kind
When that pain mates with the pleasure . . . . . .
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Yeh Delhi-6 hai mere yaar!
Delhi-6 as an album has been strumming more than the musical chords of my soul. . . .
Saturday, February 21, 2009
'Haji Ali to Maula Mere Maula'
It seems more than a worthwhile attempt to understand the path trodden by the Composer A.R. Rahman in a particular genre of his compositions as he makes yet another Sufi composition in his recent film Delhi 6. I believe he is a different composer while doing such numbers , for sure, each of the songs of that genre made me quite enthusiastic with the flow of energy in them. The journey from his most renowned 'Piya Haji Ali' in Fiza to the recent "Maula Mere Maula' of Delhi 6 sets a new trend with the Sufi/folk + a tinge of Arabian/persian notes. This trend has almost been the same as far as my perception goes except for the intelligent adaptation . "Piya Haji Ali' with its own pace and rythm, sung by Sufi singers in the main lead as well as Rahman(Srinivas backing too) has given a way to more such numbers from the composer who came again with 'Noor Un Ala' in Meenakshi the tale of 3 cities , an interesting change of the style.'Noor Un Ala' has a subtle but constant modern rythm backing and the folkish light classical style for an altogether experimental context.
Coming to his relatively less acclaimed " Khwaja Mere Khwaja" from Jodha Akbar, with urdu centric lyrics and rendition. . . . has lil high vocals (dominated by Rahman himself), harmonium backups.....i should admit that it had irritated more than few audiences. But, interestingly it has a small but good interlude when comapred to most of his other numbers in this genre, as usual he has hidden keyboard accompanying the mukhdas. Also, i cannot forget the subtle melody he lighted up the song with, while coming down to the lower notes, for instance ' Beqaso ki Takdeer, tune hi sawari'. . . . . . . . thats purely what Rahman is gifted with, he makes melody out of simple and mundane tunes.
Now, 'Maula Mere Maula' from Delhi 6,a conventional Sufi/poetic number, yet wonderfully rendered by Javed Ali. Arguably one of the finest melodies composed by Rahman in this genre. This composition flaunts its smooth/sweet disposition except for almost neglgibly disturbing/high note vocals by Kailesh kher here and there. There isn't any experimentation in this song, there wasn't a need i guess. Any melody might loose its charm because of its lengthy repetitive tone. . . . . .. . . this song unfortunately has that characteristic, which might act as a strain slowly.
But, there is one song in this genre which stands apart. . . . . . i should say, it was a different experience listening to it. Rahman, used the theme of the movie to make a convincingly heavier composition......it has all the characteristics of a patriotic energizer. As an interlude came violins ,played in a sort of raag 'Kapi' syle in ascent and a "Maya malawa Gowla' in descent ( i guess there is more to it) giving me goose bumps . . . . the pace of the song is well supported with the violin accompaniment now and then and the tablas in the middle.....without watching the movie i could say this was composed for a period film when i first listened to it long ago. . . and yes it was! I am talking about 'Al Maddath Maula' from Mangal Pandey: the Rising. . . . this ought to be a Rahman's composition!
Note: There are other songs of Rahman in this genre, both filmi n non filmi, but. . . . . . .
Coming to his relatively less acclaimed " Khwaja Mere Khwaja" from Jodha Akbar, with urdu centric lyrics and rendition. . . . has lil high vocals (dominated by Rahman himself), harmonium backups.....i should admit that it had irritated more than few audiences. But, interestingly it has a small but good interlude when comapred to most of his other numbers in this genre, as usual he has hidden keyboard accompanying the mukhdas. Also, i cannot forget the subtle melody he lighted up the song with, while coming down to the lower notes, for instance ' Beqaso ki Takdeer, tune hi sawari'. . . . . . . . thats purely what Rahman is gifted with, he makes melody out of simple and mundane tunes.
Now, 'Maula Mere Maula' from Delhi 6,a conventional Sufi/poetic number, yet wonderfully rendered by Javed Ali. Arguably one of the finest melodies composed by Rahman in this genre. This composition flaunts its smooth/sweet disposition except for almost neglgibly disturbing/high note vocals by Kailesh kher here and there. There isn't any experimentation in this song, there wasn't a need i guess. Any melody might loose its charm because of its lengthy repetitive tone. . . . . .. . . this song unfortunately has that characteristic, which might act as a strain slowly.
But, there is one song in this genre which stands apart. . . . . . i should say, it was a different experience listening to it. Rahman, used the theme of the movie to make a convincingly heavier composition......it has all the characteristics of a patriotic energizer. As an interlude came violins ,played in a sort of raag 'Kapi' syle in ascent and a "Maya malawa Gowla' in descent ( i guess there is more to it) giving me goose bumps . . . . the pace of the song is well supported with the violin accompaniment now and then and the tablas in the middle.....without watching the movie i could say this was composed for a period film when i first listened to it long ago. . . and yes it was! I am talking about 'Al Maddath Maula' from Mangal Pandey: the Rising. . . . this ought to be a Rahman's composition!
Note: There are other songs of Rahman in this genre, both filmi n non filmi, but. . . . . . .
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Wandering monk - the soul
(Continuation..........)
In the most lonliest places and times i see a person walking infront of me. One day she asked me "Do you know what happens to the people around you tomorrow? ", i knew the answer, only vaguely,but let the question walk off in my silence, days walked along too.....i asked a question back " Do you know what is going to happen to you and me tomorrow? " ,she looked strangely dull that day, walked off in the silence ...but leaving the echo of her footsteps, the rythm of my thoughts,........all these questions were only between the two of us.
I started living a life fully dependant on my brother, parents and the people around me. One day, my brother left ........all of a sudden i found the same silence around me. I was sitting in my bed room all doors closed where my mother left few tears ,few moments ago for her elder son who was miles away from us by then, probably in a plane flying high . The same question reverberated "what is going to happen to me tomorow?" , darkness fell in, i laid down on my bed thinking in the wake of the night about the same question, but waiting for an answer from somewhere impatiently. That night i called her again.....she was actually bright and beautiful , but i felt she was as upset as i was, i looked at her in silence but with pain in eyes, as if asking her to console me, she came near and touched me and i slowly started moving away from this world into the world of dreams .......i slept. The morning rose and i felt normal, i kept meeting her , but not so often, few years later when i was fed up with life having to put up with so many factors which are out of my control...she came to me and gave a hug, tears fell off my eyes on her cheeks, she carressed, i curled in and after sometime everything was normal.
I sat and gave a deep thought, she revealed that day .........she was 'love'.
She grew in me all along, but came out when i was only lonely.. ..that day was remarkably a day of revelation, i have been nursing love with in me............... love for myself, love for people around me, love for the happiness. Yes! all these days i have been caressing my own self . I was asking my self , thus a person evolved in the name of 'love' and started life with me.
But the wandering monk never stopped questioning, questions came along............
Does love come along with the pangs of seperation? Is it the reason of growing dependency on others or the consequence of over dependence or both? It makes a dwarf out of a giant..... Love was inflicted on humans, i feel sometimes, but what was the need.....when one by one around you go missing one day, for whom is this love? what am i going to learn from it when i am going to go missing myself one day? Is this a sweet suffering or a suffering at all ???
It was said that " Love was a boon unto earthly beings to create a sense of bond making them live in peace without any animosity...... but why is it making the whole clan of humans suffer?
A mother loves the child.....for the baby is the pure reflection of the mother and father's love. So does the father......and so does the baby.
The kid loves his parents ....for they gave him so much love along with what he wanted.......
The lad loves his friends now.....for he finds a reflection of his hiding self in them.......
The young man loves a girl....for she is someone who changed the meaning of love............
The man loves his wife and children........as he is a part of them and so are they.........
The old man loves his children as well as grand children ....... for they are his own blood and craves for their love
Is it all about the 'love ' for self ?????
In the most lonliest places and times i see a person walking infront of me. One day she asked me "Do you know what happens to the people around you tomorrow? ", i knew the answer, only vaguely,but let the question walk off in my silence, days walked along too.....i asked a question back " Do you know what is going to happen to you and me tomorrow? " ,she looked strangely dull that day, walked off in the silence ...but leaving the echo of her footsteps, the rythm of my thoughts,........all these questions were only between the two of us.
I started living a life fully dependant on my brother, parents and the people around me. One day, my brother left ........all of a sudden i found the same silence around me. I was sitting in my bed room all doors closed where my mother left few tears ,few moments ago for her elder son who was miles away from us by then, probably in a plane flying high . The same question reverberated "what is going to happen to me tomorow?" , darkness fell in, i laid down on my bed thinking in the wake of the night about the same question, but waiting for an answer from somewhere impatiently. That night i called her again.....she was actually bright and beautiful , but i felt she was as upset as i was, i looked at her in silence but with pain in eyes, as if asking her to console me, she came near and touched me and i slowly started moving away from this world into the world of dreams .......i slept. The morning rose and i felt normal, i kept meeting her , but not so often, few years later when i was fed up with life having to put up with so many factors which are out of my control...she came to me and gave a hug, tears fell off my eyes on her cheeks, she carressed, i curled in and after sometime everything was normal.
I sat and gave a deep thought, she revealed that day .........she was 'love'.
She grew in me all along, but came out when i was only lonely.. ..that day was remarkably a day of revelation, i have been nursing love with in me............... love for myself, love for people around me, love for the happiness. Yes! all these days i have been caressing my own self . I was asking my self , thus a person evolved in the name of 'love' and started life with me.
But the wandering monk never stopped questioning, questions came along............
Does love come along with the pangs of seperation? Is it the reason of growing dependency on others or the consequence of over dependence or both? It makes a dwarf out of a giant..... Love was inflicted on humans, i feel sometimes, but what was the need.....when one by one around you go missing one day, for whom is this love? what am i going to learn from it when i am going to go missing myself one day? Is this a sweet suffering or a suffering at all ???
It was said that " Love was a boon unto earthly beings to create a sense of bond making them live in peace without any animosity...... but why is it making the whole clan of humans suffer?
A mother loves the child.....for the baby is the pure reflection of the mother and father's love. So does the father......and so does the baby.
The kid loves his parents ....for they gave him so much love along with what he wanted.......
The lad loves his friends now.....for he finds a reflection of his hiding self in them.......
The young man loves a girl....for she is someone who changed the meaning of love............
The man loves his wife and children........as he is a part of them and so are they.........
The old man loves his children as well as grand children ....... for they are his own blood and craves for their love
Is it all about the 'love ' for self ?????
Note: The questions of mind are like that of the image of a person in the deep waters......you look into it to see your own self again....cyclic trap in nature, we never come out of it unless we either leave it or search for a new path.
Thursday, May 01, 2008
Wandering Monk - the mind!!
Questions and thoughts innumerable!!!!!
Why are humans created in such numbers when ultimately they are being killed at some point? Is it to realize something which they are supposed to realize or is it to understand the creation - but then what is the need to understand this creation - Is a Selfish Motive playing behind the drama of creation or is this creation an experiment of the creator to achieve an objective that is impossible for earthly beings to know or understand?
A world that taught about humanity and shuns acts of slavery, atleast through sayings, is a world being a slave itself at the creator's feet...is it? I sometimes feel that after creating everything, god ,as he is called, wants to know what is his creation like.... and started living through different forms of life seeing what his own creation looks like..... what god created is not just a human but a soul within him that reacts in different ways which are beautifully named as 'emotions'...... what a creator can manoeuvre is a destiny of a being, but not the thoughts.
Is there a force really that is making us live or is it just a myth created by man to bury the fact of his defeat in achieving something that is unconquerable..........May be this unconquerable thing is being called 'God'. But then there were men who were known to have seen or understood what 'God' is ,atleast partially. Did they actually see the force....or what they saw was something different? . What they might have seen was a chunk of unknown quantity....or may be an illusion of the powerful mind. Is it?
May be life is not what a single pair of eyes see....may be its an image for countless pair of eyes to see and know how big it is, just like a difference in our pure vision of an object when watched with a single eye and when watched with both of our eyes. Then why are we fighting among ourselves to see what we want to see or claim what each of us saw was correct???
May be we were given only those things which are necessary to know the objective that is set for us.... eyes to see, nose to smell, tongue to taste, hands & legs to act(work),skin to feel ,a structure(skeleton) to carry all these things, a mind that actually co-ordinates and make everything to function harmoniously and guide us using its power and also nternal parts to control the spark(life)existing in the body...............But an objective was not given to us....we are supposed to know what it is......may be the toughest thing is to know what is set for us...i sometimes think that nothing is set for us...we are just to wander and know what is existing, thats it, an exhibition to watch at the cost of human life!!!!!! But then why this meaningless wandering ? Are we actually living a meaningless life? Is it because of the basic human ignorance that we think that we have achieved something or that we haven't achieved something by looking at a materialistic objective in our way?
99% of the humans do not invoke all the power of the mind ,as a science journal qouted...we just use a pinch of it to complete mundane tasks daily. Each one of us handle the mind in differen ways....no doubt about it, other wise everyone would have actually started thinking about an aspect in the same way, no differences is our vision,opinions and thoughts.
What makes me feel terrible is the fact of uncertainity about the thoughts arising in the mind, are these thoughts a means of connecting to the soul of the truth(which is the reason of our existence) Or are these quite random and meaningless??
*** to be coninued *******
Why are humans created in such numbers when ultimately they are being killed at some point? Is it to realize something which they are supposed to realize or is it to understand the creation - but then what is the need to understand this creation - Is a Selfish Motive playing behind the drama of creation or is this creation an experiment of the creator to achieve an objective that is impossible for earthly beings to know or understand?
A world that taught about humanity and shuns acts of slavery, atleast through sayings, is a world being a slave itself at the creator's feet...is it? I sometimes feel that after creating everything, god ,as he is called, wants to know what is his creation like.... and started living through different forms of life seeing what his own creation looks like..... what god created is not just a human but a soul within him that reacts in different ways which are beautifully named as 'emotions'...... what a creator can manoeuvre is a destiny of a being, but not the thoughts.
Is there a force really that is making us live or is it just a myth created by man to bury the fact of his defeat in achieving something that is unconquerable..........May be this unconquerable thing is being called 'God'. But then there were men who were known to have seen or understood what 'God' is ,atleast partially. Did they actually see the force....or what they saw was something different? . What they might have seen was a chunk of unknown quantity....or may be an illusion of the powerful mind. Is it?
May be life is not what a single pair of eyes see....may be its an image for countless pair of eyes to see and know how big it is, just like a difference in our pure vision of an object when watched with a single eye and when watched with both of our eyes. Then why are we fighting among ourselves to see what we want to see or claim what each of us saw was correct???
May be we were given only those things which are necessary to know the objective that is set for us.... eyes to see, nose to smell, tongue to taste, hands & legs to act(work),skin to feel ,a structure(skeleton) to carry all these things, a mind that actually co-ordinates and make everything to function harmoniously and guide us using its power and also nternal parts to control the spark(life)existing in the body...............But an objective was not given to us....we are supposed to know what it is......may be the toughest thing is to know what is set for us...i sometimes think that nothing is set for us...we are just to wander and know what is existing, thats it, an exhibition to watch at the cost of human life!!!!!! But then why this meaningless wandering ? Are we actually living a meaningless life? Is it because of the basic human ignorance that we think that we have achieved something or that we haven't achieved something by looking at a materialistic objective in our way?
99% of the humans do not invoke all the power of the mind ,as a science journal qouted...we just use a pinch of it to complete mundane tasks daily. Each one of us handle the mind in differen ways....no doubt about it, other wise everyone would have actually started thinking about an aspect in the same way, no differences is our vision,opinions and thoughts.
What makes me feel terrible is the fact of uncertainity about the thoughts arising in the mind, are these thoughts a means of connecting to the soul of the truth(which is the reason of our existence) Or are these quite random and meaningless??
*** to be coninued *******
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Ha ya Na!
Of all the states of mind...only two make a difference ' Happiness' & "sadness'. You question yourself subconsciously whether you are happy nor not? I feel these are the extremes, thats why you are not always happy and you are not always sad, the term itself is self explanatory.
Aren't we good? Aren't we bad? There are shades of it! Every person is normal, neither completely good nor completely bad, there is an equilibrium. But there are two things into which every thing can be categorized... Truth and False!!
**** to be continued ********
Aren't we good? Aren't we bad? There are shades of it! Every person is normal, neither completely good nor completely bad, there is an equilibrium. But there are two things into which every thing can be categorized... Truth and False!!
**** to be continued ********
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Lets go party tonight!!!
Finally!! Finally the story is set to begin.. My only big worry about Ravi seems to have abated. Its the happiest of moments for me, never did i feel so happy!!...... Its sure a party time for me- just missing ravz n shwetz around. I can't talk righ now...will get back to the page after some time.
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