The feet dragged on. The mind was still soaked in the supreme. Brain refused to direct. Entire thought still revelled in the bliss woven by the violin, harmonium and tabla. Years of arduous training, practice...was that enough to weave the extraordinary? No amount of training or practice could produce that brilliance. The genius had to be there. The violin and harmonium began raag keerawani, a raag which has all the seven notes and provides ample scope for exploration. They began with alap which was commonplace sprinkled with a bit of genius here and there. Then the swar malika followed by alap taane set the stage for the next hour. A fantastic monologue by the harmonium followed by a complementary pattern by the violin. There was no competition here. Neither wanted to dominate the stage yet made sure that their presence was felt. This continued in medium tempo followed by an exposition by the tabla and then at high tempo. Each pattern was unique yet added to the earlier pattern. The crescendo aimed and achieved the ultimate. Each instrument exhibited it's uniqueness while blending with the others. Then followed the most exquisite rendering of jhala. Brains stopped analysing patterns. Keerawani danced to attain the supreme bliss. Hands clapped on. Keerawani was followed by a lilting thumari in Bhinna Shadja. Pt. Prakash Chitnis on the harmonium, Shri Mohan Pendse on the violin and Shri Samay Cholkar on the tabla complemented each others' talent to mesmerize the audience at the classical music event held at sahayog mandir at Thane.
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Today for the first time I parted with my violin. It was tough and I do not know if the parting could have been avoided. Tried my best though. Wonder whether people around are cunning or I am gullible. A recently widowed cousin wanted witness signatures and yours truly happily consented. On reaching the bank, it turned out that they were actually guarantor signatures. Bound by promise, I signed the papers and also asked my son to sign. I had taken him along since 2 signatories were required. Then began the saga of trying to retrieve the papers which is a big story and can fill another blog. Not long after, my violin teacher for the past one year called and asked if my violin practice was going good and if the violin was in shape. Not knowing the trap, I violently shook my head in affirmation as though it was visible over phone. Then came the shock. He wanted my violin for a concert. Thinking he would return it in a couple of days yours truly agreed. Was I Karna's sister i...
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