Jai Ho!
Ella pugazhum iraivanukkae. God is great.
Unlimited dimensions of space, unhindered explorations of the human mind, and everything in between. And, I am just a small piece of this awesome and mind-boggling whole. This is a quest to appreciate and understand the needle, and the proverbial haystack.
Ella pugazhum iraivanukkae. God is great.
Wonderful wonderful video. Easily amongst the best that I have ever seen. And a wonderful song to boot. The lyrics...
That's not the beginning of the end
That's the return to yourself
The return to innocence
Love - Devotion
Feeling - Emotion
Love - Devotion
Feeling - Emotion
Don't be afraid to be weak
Don't be too proud to be strong
Just look into your heart my friend
That will be the return to yourself
The return to innocence
If you want, then start to laugh
If you must, then start to cry
Be yourself don't hide
Just believe in destiny
Don't care what people say
Just follow your own way
Don't give up and use the chance
To return to innocence
That's not the beginning of the end
That's the return to yourself
The return to innocence
Don't care what people say
Follow just your own way Follow just your own way
Don't give up, don't give up
To return, to return to innocence.
If you want then laugh
If you must then cry
Be yourself don't hide
Just believe in destiny.
I mean, I know it is just a song, but the lyrics are so wonderful. So thoughtful, and ultimately, so true.
Musing on the Nth Dimension at 15:08
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Apparently, the San Antonio Spurs have decided that their winning the NBA title makes them just that - NBA Champions, not World Champions. And who could argue with their case? Not when they employ two players from Argentina, that are the legitimate claimants to the title of World Champs. Atleast the Olympic World Champ.
Maybe, its high time that the champions of the NFL and MLB also gave up on the pretension of World Champion, and called it for what it really is - League Champion. Especially with MLB working toward the concept of a Baseball World Cup. But till that time, I will definitely take the direction that my Spurs are going in. Now, if only someone could drill this sense into the talking heads over at ESPN.
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To the NRI, life now usually has a plethora of memories associated with their lives in India, oftentimes with a sense of deja-vu, and quite a few times, tinged with the sense of patriotism that, dormant when they were in the country, has bubbled up to the surface in all its unhindered fountain-like glory.
So it is, that today I felt the need to look up on that old classic filler song video, Miley Sur Mera Tumhara. You know, the one where various people would sing in their native tongues, but the words effectively meant - You and I, when united, become One.
Googling for that classic video actually yielded quite a surprise...enterprising MIT desis coining their own version of the vid, MIT ishtyle...
With kudos to their enthusiasm (after all, it is a rather elaborate recreation of the video) and preferring to ignore the "Americanization" of the video with shots of the Boston area, I do have to say it made for some rather really interesting viewing.
See for yourself. (Warning! The videos are atleast 10 meg in size...)
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TIME - Richard Corliss - : That Old Feeling: Isn't It Rahmantic?
The article that purportedly appeared on TIME at the turn of the New Year 2005, coinciding with the end of Bombay Dreams run in New York.
Anyways, the best part of the entire piece, spread over three browser pages, comes, of course, at the very end...see for yourself.
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Bharat Ratna and noted Carnatic music exponent M.S.Subbulakshmi (Madurai Shanmukhavadivu Subbulakshmi) passed away on Saturday, December 11, 2004 in Chennai India, at the age of 88.
Blessed with subliminal and possibly unparalleled talent for song, this "Nightingale of India" helped popularize the classical art form in India and elsewhere. And being born into a family of music lovers, I got lucky at an early age and grew up listening to M.S.S's songs on tape and radio.
The haunting and mesmerizing soulfulness of her voice is perhaps best illustrated in that equally haunting song "Kaatrinilae Varum Geetham" from the movie Meera. Her fluid voice, combined with an incredible vocal range and delivery served to remind me of the waters of a brook gliding ever-so-gently over rocks, lolling the listener into a peaceful frame of mind.
Like I mentioned above, my family is a musically-oriented family with spiritualism thrown in for a good measure. As a result, we were exposed to the great bhajans and hymns and chants that are part of a practising Hindu's culture. Chief among them is the ode to the rising light of the morning.. the Suprabhatam. And MSS wove her way into countless peoples morning experiences just by the sheer strength of her vocal delivery reciting.."Kausalya Supraja Rama Poorva Sandhya...". You could argue that if you had listened to someone else recite the Suprabhatam, and listened to it with the regularity that was paid to the MSS version, that would have the same appeal to it too. But, this is one of the unusual cases where the message matters, and so does the messenger.
Essentially, I guess it was the reassurance of hearing that soothing voice reciting that sloka with resonance, that put to rest any apprehension that I may have of facing the upcoming day. Similarly, her recital of Bhaja Govindam, Vishnu Sahasranaamam and Hanuman Chalisa, and her ability to be crystal-clear in pronunciation and enunciation of the Sanskrit words of these verses, has me enthralled in a way, that I will forever struggle to put that into words.
MSS' contribution to this world, if measured by the sheer number of peoples hearts she touched through her song alone, would be as close to a Herculean task as there can be. But she did not stop there, and strove to donate to charity at all available opportunities.
It is said that she rarely ever sings with her eyes opened. And for whatever the reason maybe, traditional prayers as taught to us by our parents meant that we closed our eyes and tried to concentrate on God. Hence this practise of hers was one of those implicit actions that appealed to the heart and spoke volumes of her sincerity of recitals. I do hope many of the current crop of singers would take up on similar traditions and keep the torch of classical Indian music burning high and bright.
But, her appeal was not restricted to just carnatic or classical music alone. Her famous rendition of that pan-Indian song - Vaishnava Janato, is easily one moving experience. And that song devoted to Lord Krishna - Kurai Ondrum Illai, which apparently was her signature ending to inevitably all concerts..well it is an apt encore to any concert.
My appreciation of her unique talent and ability is despite the fact that I am, you could say, musically as talented as a braying donkey. But her singing has always managed to ensnare my senses and thrown me into raptures of emotion. Thank god for the excellent invention that is the magnetic tape, and the compact-disc digitized music.
Now, even though the original beacon has attained samadhi at the feet of the Lord, we will get to hear her in unadulterated purity and sincerity through discs and tapes.
She believed that with her talents she was just relaying Gods message to the listening public. If that is indeed the case, one could easily make the argument that she did what was charted out for her, with a flourish and in a manner that far exceeded what was probably expected of her.
And we, the public - that got the magnificent opportunity to listen to her up-close and personal, either in live concert in one of the many excellent concert venues in Chennai or through the medium of TV or radio - are truly blessed to have had that opportunity.
I pray that her soul rests in peace, after having provided so much peace to her listeners.