I can already call it a week – it has seemed that long. Properly, it only began Saturday night, with my attending a Saha Gaan concert at the Music Academy here in Mylapore. The stirring renditions of the Khayal and Nirguni bhajans had a lifting impact on the soul, and inspired me immensely. I had hoped to do a musical “double bill” of sorts by following up the concert with catching Imtiaz Ali’s Rockstar, but a lack of tickets meant I had to wait until the following morning. For those who haven’t read my review of the movie, it resonated in strange ways. I call myself a poet of sorts, and also a Bohemian - a wanderer through life, and watching that movie brought home with a crash the distances I’d covered. More specifically, there were situations in the movie that I had written poems about – yes, poems, plural. What happened next is too personal to talk about on a blog. The week didn’t end there though – time is remorseless that way. I had a ticket to a Sadhana Sargam concert, also at the Music Academy, and with my mind awash with memory and music, there was much to write. The soul had gone wandering, like a child of Hamelin following the Pied Piper, but my piper was playing tunes that were layered with melancholy, the music I heard over the weekend, and my own poetry. The mind and body, meanwhile, amused themselves by pouring content onto computer…
Sometime in the last 24 hours, the soul came back and knocked, very politely. I had spun a full circle, as if doing the Sama, and I felt, in some sense, whole again… and an evening of chamber music played by the Minguet Quartet helped even things out. Except that I wasn’t quite ready for Mozart yet, but Brahms? Perfect! Now for Thursday, and Zeb & Haniya! Ae Zindagi, gale laga le!
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