Saturday, June 23, 2007

This weariness, forgive me, my lord

This weariness, forgive me, my lord!
If ever, I fall behind in my journey.
My heart trembles in a strange fear
Forgive me that agony, forgive me my lord!
This impoverishment, forgive me, my lord!
If ever, I look behind;
In the heat of the day, in the blaze of the sun,
Your garland withers on the worship tray;
Forgive me that dullness, forgive me my lord!

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Captain of our souls

What more can we say about our country's darling son? In every way he has shown us the path, inspiring a nation by his ideal of sacrifice and service. More photos here, with descriptions.

Rabindranath said, "If you want to know India, study Vivekananda. In him everything is positive and nothing negative".

"We perceive his influence still working gigantically, we know not well how, we know not well where, in something that is not yet formed, something leonine, grand, intuitive, upheaving that has entered the soul of India and we say, Behold, Vivekananda still lives in the soul of his Mother and in the souls of her children.",
wrote Aurobindo.

The monks of Ramakrishna Mission work tirelessly for the welfare of the needy. Their activities are carried out in various parts of our country on the basis of the principles of Shiva Jnane Jiva Seva ("Service to people as service to God") and work is worship.

powered by ODEO

Thursday, June 14, 2007

Santana - Soul Sacrifice (Woodstock 1969)

Mike Shrieve - Drums
José Chepitó Areas and Mike Carabello - Timbales and Conga
Gregg Rolie - Keyboards
David Brown - Bass
Carlos Santana - Guitar (Gibson SG Special)

Friday, June 8, 2007

Ustad Rashid Khan declines invitation

Ustad Rashid Khan has declined to participate in this year's North American Bengali Conference. Here's what he had to say:

Dear Debashish da,

I am sorry to inform you that, I shall not be able to perform for your Banga Sammelan Concert to be held this year in.

My experience this year in April, in the US, was a nerve wrecking one. We are Artists, who have been awarded and felicitated by the highest offices in India and abroad. We represent the Culture Heritage of India but I am sorry to say that my experience there was such that I don't think I would want to go there for a second time and face such humiliation.

Hence, I would ask to be pardoned, and an once again taking this opportunity to thank you for having invited me to your conference.

Lots of love & regards to my audience and best wishes to everyone.

You can read the letter on NABC website. Look under the left frame (International Performers).

Ustadji is one of the finest vocalists of Hindustani Classical. He comes from the Rampur Sahaswan Khayal Gharana,and was trained by the famous Ustad Nissar Hussain Khan. We spent whole nights waiting to buy tickets to his concerts at Nazrul Mancha, the Open Air Auditorium at Kolkata. I remember once we touched his feet after a concert. Ustadji is also a glaring example of the success of the Guru-Shishya parampara (which is a way of imparting tacit knowledge) in Indian Classical Music.
A whole day would be spent on practising just a single note. [Link]
Reminds me of a comment in Rock Street Journal: Santana (one of my favorite guitarists) can squeeze color out of one note. Malmsteen's unnecessary speed does not impress me much. Well said!

After hearing him, none other than Pandit Bhimsen Joshi (who comes from the mesmerizing Kirana Gharana) remarked,
"There is now at least one person in sight who is an assurance for the future of Indian vocal music."
Ustadji's rendition of the Yaman is one of the best I have heard till date. If you have napster, look it up. Also hear his Hamsadhwani, a very popular Carnatic raga known by the same name in Hindustani Classical. Here is a clip [10:10 - 7:20; there's a little conversation in between) of Hamsadhwani from Ritwick Ghatak's film 'Meghe Dhaka Tara' (The Cloud Strapped Star).

Thursday, June 7, 2007

Sunday, June 3, 2007

Wasted time

Blogs are private spaces. Some bloggers allow comments. Some bloggers do not allow comments and talk to themselves. It is a vent, a release of some sort. I had posted a few comments in a private blog called Sepiamutiny - where many Indian-Americans share their worldviews, personal experiences and opinions - in response to a blogpost and was treated in a very bad manner. I was called a hindu extremist fundamentalist psycho, a roti, a FOB (which means Fresh Off the Boat), a woman-hater, a writer of jingoistic blogs, a sexually frustrated person and a nutcase. I was accused of trolling a blogger named ANNA, who writes for Sepiamutiny. The evidence was my IP address. I have never done that. I have no interest in her at all. My post on India's national anthem - a truly moving poem which billions of Indians have deep respect for - was slighted as 'stupid shit'. Nobody said a word.

The entire post is here (please click on it to read):
My last post (originally post #76) was deleted by the site administrators, as if they have banned me. My final response is here (please click on it to read):
Honestly speaking, I have no desire to belong to that community. I have no hatred really. I have no attraction either. I am indifferent to these people.

I used to visit Sepiamutiny because I believe migration is going to be a phenomenon in the years to come. There are some brilliant good bloggers who write for Sepiamutiny. Vinod, Ennis, Siddhartha, Amardeep, and Namrata wrote some brilliant interesting posts there, and I had really enjoyed reading them.

Updated: June 12

Friday, June 1, 2007

Only six degrees (of separation)

The band got its name - Moheener Ghoraguli - from the poem Ghora (Horses) by Bengali poet Jibanananda Das.