सुनहरी किर्न.. (Sunahri Kirne..)
One of my most worshipped places. The goddess of ultimate victory, the sound of lashing waves through the holy Ganga, the colossal view of Bally, the shrine where the famous dialogue took place, perhaps a monologue of a saint is the brimming moment of truth.
It’s not the stature that always counts. It’s the attempt to touch the sky that evokes a cacophony of myriad ruptures. Like, fugitives in search of salvation. Like, mortals reaching out to immortals. I like the canvas, what urges brilliance is the modus operandi.
Steering thought process, courageously striving through. Not the shadows, rays get me inspired.
Innocence amidst chaos of indulgence.
music has been an integral part of my life, that it’s a part of my DNA is an inexplicable conclusion.
my parents and grandparents have been admirable advocates of classical (Carnatic) music, My mother used to be a decent vocalist during her younger days and dad always had this uncanny inclination towards genuine vocal chords. My sister, is the most impressive in our family. In fact, she is one person who has successfully juggled academics while pursuing her passion, she went on to perform with All India Radio. She is a mother of a 5 year old today but passion rekindles at odd hours, I know it does. That aside, she is spectacularly talented (she is too good to admit it).
I am not in this league, but try to reassemble myself in the classical mode. I have been a student of Mridangam myself for few years but am talking about magic here.
Percussion instruments have always struck a chord with me. In fact, instrumentation keeps me fascinated. Mridangam, Tabla, Violin, Mandolin, Saxophone, Sitar – they bring back paradise in our mortal hearts. A jugalbandi featuring the dad son duo – Ustad Alla Rakha and Ustad Zakir Hussain, a thaniavarthanam of Umayalpuram Sivaraman, a contemporary leaf out of Buckram Ghosh’s asset, the mellifluous chords from Pandit Ravi Shankar’s palette. It pours when heard amidst fragrant poetry in a defiant mood. I have little knowledge of ragas and talas but that doesn’t stop me from raving about the notes these geniuses can extract.
my inspiration, to pen this down, comes from my experience with Apple Music. I am hooked to it whenever I can, and am quite impressed with their library of classical albums. Apparently, no other streaming platform is paying such attention to what is phenomenally known to be the ‘root’ and ‘basic’ for all the music we have written, made and sold. But unfortunately, they have a short shelf life and is remotely purchased. I have procured some classics, some very old collectibles that are seldom found elsewhere. Kudos to Apple Music for doing this, for bringing regional music to our doorsteps. With local sources lurking around in plenty, Apple Music being at the helm of such redemption is a diminutive attraction.
your music, my music – well, am talking about only music.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uUtBqic1-Rk
That says it all. There is Sachin Tendulkar, and then we have other cricketers. ‘God’ is an honorific showered upon him, not to make a statement but it itself is an attribute attached to the champion. For Cricket, he is much more than a cricketer and a sportsman.
Happy Birthday Sachin!
our energy is the derivative of human passion. Passion comes in from the inadvertent urge to excel and accomplish fine deeds.
All but consumed by the wrath of the Sun, the wait isn’t over till the rays get over you and you start surviving by the skin of your life.
melts, sweats, pours. watery and stinking to hate yourself. running down, all the time. this time, not defining but defaming, quietly and feisty.
One of the most revered hang outs for Calcuttans. From needles to shoes, puchkas to patties – it’s the inevitable one stop shop for shopaholics. If mayhem, sweat and people fascinate you, then this is the place to be. Native for Calcutta, cosmopolitan for ROW.
Earthquakes, quintessentially, creates panic and deprive people of using their common sense. I am consciously avoiding the technicalities here as having the knowledge of how earthquakes happen and the art of surviving when one hits us seldom go hand in hand.
I am of the opinion that we must showcase real gut and presence of mind when such impending disasters loom large. Not that they will break down upon us but the acceptance statement of ‘they could at any point of time’ should give us enough impetus to hold on to our nerves and make an attempt to survive and contribute positively. Besides, the best we can do in these situations is to keep calm, act courageously and avoid scaring others.
Pray that hell doesn’t break loose but god forbid, if it does, let’s get a grab of ourselves and not make the most of an already convicted vicinity.
With them around, any shit will look and sound gorgeous. #sexyassets
No, I am not here but famished and worn out for a day’s paradise. Anyone with similar echo? Let’s beat the heat, you and me.
“Bajirao ne Mastani se Mohabbat ki hai…..Aaiyashi nahi…………!”
Epics usually have an attachment of legacy and grandeur with them, and they bring a riveting sense of watchable-ness with them. Yes, Bajirao Mastani does that with ample to say but it isn’t the greatest of such marvels made in the silver screen.
The story of a warrior, his love for his community and his obsession for Mastani – that’s precisely Bajirao’s tale in this SLB creation. Bajirao isn’t your fairy tale hero of dreams and symphony, he is outrageously brave, a passionate husband, a voracious lover and is plagued by demons of his emotions and prerogatives. Adored by Kashi, caressed by Mastani and hailed by his peers – Peshwa Bajirao Ballad is the pride of the Marathas who has valiantly conquered half of Hindustan. He is palatial warrior of tentacle dimensions, a patriot of the true kind. Yet, he succumbs, not to wounds but for deep rooted love.
For an era and a generation that lives and swears by it’s flings, this is an unbelievable yet colossal story of a largely forgotten hero.
SLB’s films are created with passion and driven by powerful performances. BM is no different. Priyanka Chopra delivers a restrained yet watchable performance. Deepika Padukone hogs the limelight as the second lady in Bajirao’s elusive cordon and gives a matured performance (her Ram Leela act was more of a I love-I die syndrome). Uncompromisingly, she looks stunning in every frame. Ranveer Singh creates a space of his own in this epic portrayal of the frolic warrior and is undoubtedly, the soul of BM. The key moments in the film goes to him and he packs quite a punch in the stellar scenes – his sequences with his wife and mother are usually staggering.
SLB’s proven strength are his visuals, and without a hitch, Bajiao Masani is exquisitely shot. Songs are passable except a couple of them – my pick is Albela Sajan and Aayat. Pinga does remind you of Madhuri-Aishwarya duel in Devas but the choreography impresses.
At a time when valuable scripts are seldom written or watched, this SLB movie brings some respite, to eyes and ears.
@Lifeoholic