Wind and fire to the tune of the flute,
When the spring comes.
Sodpur, a rich sub-city near Calcutta, especially in literature, culture. I had the pleasure of being invited to attend a classical music program at the Folk Culture Building there on the evening of July 27. The main organizer of the event is Amit Das, my nephew Anup’s school friend, cultured Amit is an IIT graduate and a senior in TCS (Tata Consultancy Services, Global leader in IT and number one in India), he company. His wife, son and daughter are all talented and music lovers.
Wife Chaitali’s established voice and daughter Priyanka sings at Kolkata’s famous Dover Lane. Everyone sings in unison with the tabla and tanpura with fixed eyes. It is more notable that the famous Ustad Ali Akbar Khan’s grandson, Ustad Siraj Khan, was present with them.
Everyone performed classical on that day with due dignity. I am a mechanical person with no experience in music, so good or bad analysis would be a fool’s errand. But I can say this much, after more than three hours, we came out and then it seemed that we were illuminated by the light of the same lamp for a long time.
My writing would be half complete if I did not give a description of the effect that the other nature had on me during such a long event. The abundant Ganges near the Lok Sanskarti Bhavan, the flow of the Ganga and the flow of music were resonating in my heart in the same vein.
It may not have had the call of abgahana like music-loving alchemists amid the deep flow of the river. I have heard that the ocean, wind, river, fountain, dance, sound waves are all flowing or undulating in a pure rhythm, and there are also instruments. A few days ago I saw an art film on African dance, the director wanted to convey the above glory.
No flow in nature stops. We are part of a stream, we see it with our hands on our chest, it does not stop, we cannot stop it. The day it stops, everything will stop, there will be no flow in your being.
Toronto, Canada
