Mysore Dasara 2013 celebrations are here - and I thought to go back to that day - :D
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It
is almost 6 years back. Two young men bitten by travel bug reached the
cultural capital of Karnataka - Mysore. The week long Dasara
celebrations has just commenced. People are gathering from far and near
for the grand celebrations ahead. After a day long wandering the two men
entered the Mysore Palace. A cultural program is about to begin. Though
hardly "culture oriented", with nothing much to do for the day, they
decided to settle for the evening with the concert.
The
stage is set in the open with the Mysore Palace as the backdrop. They
took their seat. An announcement is made - an unplanned program,
actually scheduled for the previous day is about to begin. A "man", his
forehead smeared with holy ash and a bright red bindi in its middle
entered the stage to perform - it is a carnatic violin concert. He is
smiling gleefully, occasionally talking in tamil to the acquiantances
among the audience. Not withstanding his old age, he seemed to be the
youngest person around. For the two young men, neither being familiar to
the artist nor to his art, everything on and off the stage seemed so
indifferent. And then - the concert actually started.
From the moment "His" bow touched those strings till that time the final reverberation of the concluding note resonated in the air, those two men neither knew where they are nor could they decipher what they felt. They just saw those nimble fingers of the master performer seasoned by decades of intense "sadhana" (infact of 6 decades), just move back and forth on his instrument emanating divine melodies at will. It is those subtle touches which once by exuding the Amruthavarshini brought rains to the water-starved villages in Tamil Nadu. It is that same sublime bowing which once by rendering the Bhairavi brought back the consciousness of his ailing father. And now here he is - providing the much needed soul therapy to those two young but rotten beings.
From the moment "His" bow touched those strings till that time the final reverberation of the concluding note resonated in the air, those two men neither knew where they are nor could they decipher what they felt. They just saw those nimble fingers of the master performer seasoned by decades of intense "sadhana" (infact of 6 decades), just move back and forth on his instrument emanating divine melodies at will. It is those subtle touches which once by exuding the Amruthavarshini brought rains to the water-starved villages in Tamil Nadu. It is that same sublime bowing which once by rendering the Bhairavi brought back the consciousness of his ailing father. And now here he is - providing the much needed soul therapy to those two young but rotten beings.
The
concert ended. Exactly after one year after that the great artist
passed away. And now, after six long years, those two men cease to be
very young. Yet in their silent moments, they still feel the resonance,
those reverberations, that healing touch bestowed to their souls by the
legendary maestro.
Footnote:
* It is irrelevant who those two young men are - It could be any two youngsters.
* However it is very much relevant who the artist is - but by now, I am sure you would have identified this inimitable maestro.
* However it is very much relevant who the artist is - but by now, I am sure you would have identified this inimitable maestro.
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