My heart is beating like a drum

…Rudra hun Vish chhod Madhu ki kaamna main kyu karunga…

…Hai amit Samarthya mujhme, Yachna main kyu karunga…

Ready for the football match with the TSPG.Now a days my heart is beating like a
drum-rocking riyaaz,thrilling practise for the football,football world cup ,hockey world cup,now cricket and polling for the world cup ,eating -drinking and bathing in music, has left me with no time for snooker , table tennis and gym.

How long I have come forward,when I look back to those very different days of hasinas(poetry),naginas(astrology) pudinas (homoeopathy) and pashminas(THE TRAVEL BUG).That serendipity was really awesome and nostalgic.

These lines very much show my condition…RYZING TO THE HILT…

Kitne Mahine hue Baag me Koyal Ku-ku karti thi
Kitne Mahine hue Zameen se Saundhi Khushbu uthti thi

Kitne Mahine hue Kacche Aam ki Khataas me khoye hue
Kitne Mahine hue Niboli kachchi Tap-tap girti thi

Kitne Mahine hue Sardi me Maa jo Oon bunti thi
Kitne Mahine hue Subah ki pahli Dhoop bikharti thi

Kitne Mahine hue Naa aayi Daakiye ki Cycle purani si
Kitne Mahine hue Vo Saankal khad-khad khad-khad bajti thi

Kitne Mahine hue Hawa me Rupaiyya udaya karte the
Kitne Mahine hue Chavanni Hafte-Hafte chalti thi…

Kitne Mahine hue kitabon me Khushboo talasha karte the
Kitne Mahine hue Sugandhi Swed se utha karti thi…

Kitne Mahine hue Safar me dost banaya karte the
Kitne Mahine hue Vo Bus me dhakka mukki hoti thi…

Aaj vo din hai… Mangal-Chand pe jana sambhav hai
Kitne Mahine hue Vo Ret ke Ghar me Gudia soti thi…

Aaj vo Din hai… Zindagi aur Fursat ki Rassa-kashi
Kitne Mahine hue zindagi sath me baith ke hansti thi

Aaj vo Din hai… unche Dumahle aur Neend ka naam nahi
Kitne Mahine hue vo Maa ki god me Palke mundti thi…

Aaj vo Din hai… ab to kisika Naam bhi lena yaad nahi,
Kitne Mahine hue ki Shaame sath me beeta karti thee…

Aaj vo Din hai… Ab na samjhe Maut-Zindagi ka antar…
Kitne Mahine hue… Vo Zindagi Roz Jilaayaa karti thi……

Bhatiyaar and Bhairavi in the academy

The day was the beginning of a new week in Delhi.
It was 6AM in the morning and the raag was Bhatiyaar,which for ages I’ve only heared about, but never listened to in any of the live performances.
The reason would have been that not many concerts are taking place now a days in the morning as early as 5AM ,the time at which it is usually sung.

My association with Aneeshji has been very recent but it seems that it has been for ages that I knew him,as a person and as a mentor.
Not only him but also his troup ,it seems has been associated with me.The gesture and companionship they did show towards me was really enthralling.
Sudhir ji has a long relationship with Goa(his gurus Pdt.Tulsidas Borkar and Pdt. Jitendra Abhishki Bua are both from Goa).Goa is the place where I learned and inculcated the passion about the music.

The one very intersting fact I have observed is that ,I planned to become a good musician under Aneeshji’s tutelage but now end up starting to learn to become a
good human being,after all that is the most important objective of one’s life , above all success and achievements ,isn’t it?

Met “Sudev Sheth” in the concert ,who is doing his graduation in University of California-Berkeley in “Political Science & South Asian Music”.Sudev is also learning under Aneeshji and
could found in him a very humble ,keen student of music.He has come to Delhi as an exchange program and to study about the Indian Music in Delhi and it’s developement in the last couple of centuries.Pretty nice research topic .

Lalit Kala Academi Studio in Garhi east Of Kailash was filled with the overwhelming presence of ART enthusiasts.
The students,professors,professionals mostly of whom were bengalis because the program was organised in the memory of late “Sankho Choudhury”.

The mehfil ended with the Bhairavi raag and bhajan in the same raag.The chirpings of birds,and white colour of curtains was creating a divine and peaceful environment.It was an open space
surrounded by the hostel ,a garden ,maidan and sculptures and paintings made by the fellow students of the academy.Inspired to learn and devote my carnal body to the development of Music.

Saraswati Poojan in the land of Parshuram

India is performing badly in the World cup hockey.My heart is dissatisfied.Didn’t apply feets on the football either due to various reasons.First the big party,then “drama” and on the last day preponing of the schedule for the “Stingray” understanding.The accidental death of crocodile hunter was a blow for the adventure freaks like me .

But believe me ,the life is rocking at the Music front.Inspired by Spicmacay’s programs and my “To be program” on 31st/1st/2nd ,I did buy a Lehara Machine from Radel India.After purchasing a Digital Tambora for Taai (the Raagini one ),this is one of the best investments I must’ve made in my career.From here one thing is pretty sure,I have only to look forward ,as the sky is the limit.

Saraswati Puja is getting closer,and most of my time is being spent on deciding the strategy for the big event.My index finger is getting stronger day by day ,after getting damaged saving a goal,this is the best I could expect.The throat of Ameya is also recovering from the infection as too the one of Tanay .
Saraswati –
Sur ki mati
Har gati, madhur sangeet ki ladi,
Unonhe Pakadi hai rakhi I
Apne hat me ‘Saptsur’ ki kadi I

Saraswati –
Sundar divya murti ki prati
Anand dhund kar rahi,
Jaise jogi ki asamanjas priti I
Bhula di mujhe gaye samay ki kshati I

Saraswati –
Pandita ki aardak shakti
Ved, puran, mantra, jap ki
Drushti me vedhak vruti I
sab samaj lene ki adhbut budhi I

Saraswati –
Ma ki mamata nazar aai
Yogini ki tejomay Chabi I
N dhalnevali, ekagra se hai baithi I
Aaj de rahi ashirvad khushi I
Mai rahu tere kadamo me har ghadi I