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September 2013

Red says Stop!

This post is part of the Chennai Bloggers Club’s CBC VIBGYOR BLOG TAG where some of us will write a post on the colors of VIBGYOR each day starting 1st of September to the 7th of September.

I was taken to writing to this post after reading this Facebook note titled “Of Evolved Apes and its Rapes”. It was very well written and there is no need for a woman to be a feminist if guys can have such an attitude (please note that I am not talking about a female chauvinist).

Why are women always the victims of rape and molestation? How much ever you argue and rationalize on news articles, debates, facebook, blogs and what not, in the end it boils down to just one thing. There is a possibility of permanent damage for the woman involved and not the man. That, unfortunately is something irreversible. And hence people took up to protecting the treasure called woman and ended up caging them with restrictions. Don’t go out late, don’t work in night shifts, don’t wear revealing clothes, don’t socialize, don’t sneeze, don’t blink, and yeh and woh.

This inturn has led to a trend where in people believe that a guy can have a relationship before marriage and a girl cannot. But I just need clarity on whom the guy is going to have an affair with if all the girls are supposed to love only one guy, the husband. Okay, dear man, what is the state of the girl(/s) with whom you broke up? Who is going to answer for her? After all this I wonder why a girl thinks so much before agreeing to a proporsal. Duh!

As a result, the guy has to-find and woo the right girl the first time-and she accept it (stress on each phrase). During this conversation over coffee with colleagues, C1 said,”You know, this girl I know asked her friend out but he rejected it.” C2: “What is so wrong with him? Avale ketta othukka vendidhu dhaane! And this girl actually came out and asked? Eww how low could girls get these days!” I think that he has the right to say no, but the society brands her with the B-word 😦

It is easier to settle on arranged marriage to avoid all these problems it seems – something of an official dating service where parents joke about things that they otherwise scorn at. First she is made a doll in display, then she is set rules as to how to behave after marriage; but finally people say that the groom’s freedom is gone after marriage! Are you trying to say that she never had the freedom? :O

The color theme for today’s post is RED. And I am just saying STOP having cliches on women!

– Until next,

Vid 🙂

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Orange, Viboothi and more …

This post is part of the Chennai Bloggers Club’s CBC VIBGYOR BLOG TAG where some of us will write a post on the colors of VIBGYOR each day starting 1st of September to the 7th of September.

The color theme for today’s post is ORANGE, and dont we all remember the orange (kaavi) clad sadhu’s giving spiritual talks and sacred ropes and ash to solve any problem when a devotee goes and visits them? Is this one such instance? Well, read along …

We never had a music teacher at school for quite sometime. So we students used to get together after school and practise ourselves for group singing competitions. One such regular was Bharath Vikas Parishad, where they generally give songs before hand and we have to choose from one of them.

On the day of the competition, we had all gathered in the venue and were whispering planning last minute. Suddenly the noise in the hall died down and a woman donned in orange (kaavi) robes had entered the hall followed by her retinue. They all walked right to the front row and got seated. The day’s events started only after she gave a go – “should be very important person huh!”, I thought.

The practice paid edho-konjam reward and we successfully completed performing during our slot. Then we broke for lunch and there was a gap of half an hour before results were to be announced. As usually happens, the MC said that the stage was ours, anybody can volunteer to sing or mimic or show their talent (technically, they wanted the crowd to be entertained).

It wasn’t exactly voluntary in my case, as my friends compelled and pushed me to go and sing something solo. One person actually went over to the announcement desk and noted down my name and school, so I had no choice but to go on stage when my name was called! Extempore singing it was, almost 😛

Standing at the podium and blinking, I had just a few seconds to choose a song and start singing before the crowd might most probably start jeering. I started off “Ramam bhaje Shyamam manasa…” and somehow managed to complete the song, though my hands were shivering all the while 😦

Here comes the best part. Remember the retinue of the samiyar woman I told? One of those guys called me and questioned me things that almost fit to a resume. Then he took me to this kaavi-clad lady and said, “Amma, ippo paadinadhu indha ponnu dhan…” (This is the girl who sang just now…)

That lady stared at me for a few seconds, then turned to her sidekick and nodded. He opened a manja pai and gave her a box. She took some sacred ash (viboothi) and smeared on my forehead, and said “Ennul irundha iraivana nee ezhuppitta… Nalla iru!” (You aroused the God in me, bless you) 😀 😛

You can imagine how much I would have been ridiculed by my friends. You know what they refer to the song till date as? Viboothi Paatu!!! Thus this is the story of how a song Ramam bhaje Shyamam manasa (referring to Rama / Krishna) got the identity of ‘viboothi paatu’. The irony!

– Until next,

Vid 🙂

Green is Possessive

This post is part of the Chennai Bloggers Club’s CBC VIBGYOR BLOG TAG where some of us will write a post on the colors of VIBGYOR each day starting 1st of September to the 7th of September.

The color theme for today’s post is GREEN.

“Green is a color that encourages us to want to own things and people, to collect and possess”.

Dad used to get frequent transfers and thus we had to keep shifting houses. In one such apartment, there were this family of an uncle, aunty and their daughter of seven years. She studied in the same school as I did, but she was not someone whom I preferred to mingle with, as she was one of these reserved single children who kept to themselves. Plus there was a decently huge age difference between us.

The only time when I had ever seen the girl excited was when their relative paid a visit. She ran to the gate and hugged and was pampered by the relative, that conveyed mutual affection and liking. It was a weekday but we had quarterly holidays, so the dads and uncles had gone to office. I was playing in the verandah, when I heard a commotion next door. The aunty was shouting at her daughter and the daughter had apparently been crying all the while because her eyes were blood shot.

“What kind of respect is that you are giving me, your mother, by being silent to my question? You better answer right now or else…”

“I don’t like what you gave … I liked only mami‘s.”

“How can you say that! Who is your mother here? Will your mami buy things for you everyday? You are my daughter and you have to obey my words …”

“You only asked me an answer…”

“You dare talk back to your mother? That too in front of the relatives … What will they think of me?? That I did not raise you properly …” And she went on in this fashion for another ten minutes and cried and stormed into the kitchen. It was then I saw the kid silently sobbing and joining hands in prayer and murmuring something.

The aunty came out again … “Oh my! Why are you crying? It is me who should cry. Did you know the day you were born they took you away from me and kept you in an incubator? They let me see you only after a couple of days! Avlo ellam kashta pattu valathuttu naan unna thittuvena? (after raising you with such difficulties, will I scold you ever?)”

She gave her daughter a tight hug and a teary kiss on the forehead and went back to the kitchen again.

I really do not know what the girl prayed for, but I wish with all my heart that it comes true!

– Until next,

Vid 🙂

Blue Male-ody

This post is part of the Chennai Bloggers Club’s CBC VIBGYOR BLOG TAG where some of us will write a post on the colours of VIBGYOR each day starting 1st of September to the 7th of September.

The colour theme for today’s (technically yesterday’s) post is BLUE. Blue signifies boys right! Thus reblogging one of my old posts on ragas and men 😉

The Pensieve

“Why should boys have all the fun?”

Yeah… Even the music society is very male – chauvinistic in its approach. Why else have the composers / musicians / researchers  mostly hailed and praised the fairer sex? “…thodayla aadhi thaalatha potta… kidaikira ragam karaharapriya va shanmugapriya va sree priya va…” – see, all girl names 😉

So I thought let me try to personify the less-in-number, not-much-metaphorised male counterparts. Here goes…

  • Kalyana Vasantham – amma paiyyan (mother’s boy)
  • Mohanam – Mr. Fair and Handsome
  • Hamsanadham – casual
  • Sankarabharanam – the slow (but not dim-witted) WISE guy
  • Begada – gym body, but not the getting into fight types
  • Atana – the brawly kind
  • Behag – U. S. returned high-fi (attention getting) guy
  • Brindavana Saranga – the complete charmer
  • Kannada & Kaanada – twins.. say, Thomson and Thompson
  • Sama – lazy bones (mostly with a hangover)
  • Simmendra Madhyamam – opposite of a tomboy…

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Karumai nira Kanna

This post is part of the Chennai Bloggers Club’s CBC VIBGYOR BLOG TAG where some of us will write a post on the colors of VIBGYOR each day starting 1st of September to the 7th of September.

The color theme for today’s post is INDIGO. Indigo, google says is karuneelam; and what better representation of the color than Krishna?

On seeing Shobana’s dance recital posters, I wanted to do a song dedication to Krishna, Krishna Jayanthi special! Here goes:

கண்ணல்லவோ – ஊத்துக்காடு வேங்கட சுப்பையர்
ராகம் :
சுருட்டி

கண்ணல்லவோ (ஸ்வாமி) கார்மேனி கட்டழகா நீ எந்தன் (கண்ணல்லவோ)

வண்ண மலர் போலும் சின்னஞ்சிறு பெண்கள் வந்து வந்து நகைப்பதை பாராய்
பண்ணரும் குழலூதிடும் பிள்ளாய் இங்கிதமோ தகுமோ சொல்லாய் எண்ணமொடு சினமாவது தள்ளாய் என்னெதிரில் முத்தம் தர நில்லாய் (கண்ணல்லவோ)

கொய் மலர் நீல குவளை விழியாலே வையாது வைகின்ற கண்ணா
கையளவு வெண்ணை தந்தால் மெய்யவும் போதாதென்று பைய பைய வாதாடுறாய் அய்யய்யய்ய அய்யா நீ (கண்ணல்லவோ)

ஓய்ச்சல் ஒழிவில்லாது உன் காவல் செய்தால் ஊராரென்ன சொல்வாரோ கண்ணா
ஆய்ச்சியர்கள் முன்னே வந்து கூச்சலிட்டுப் போனார்கள் பேச்சென்ன இனிமேலே சேச்சே சேச்சே சே (கண்ணல்லவோ)

Aínt you the darling of my eyes, the dark bodied Krishna!

Don’t you see a bunch of colorful pretty girls giggling at you! You, who play beautiful tunes in your flute, please let go of your anger and come here, give me a kiss please…

With eyes round like the freshly plucked kuvalai flowers, you chide, but you don’t mean it; not content with a handful of butter, you argue for more.

Keeping a watchful eye on you is a tiring job in itself; and Shepherdess come and yell at me for all that mischief you do. Better not to talk to me!

Below is TN Seshagopalan’s rendition of the song in youtube.

http://music.raag.fm/Carnatic_Movies/songs-19172-Krishnagaanam-Seshagopalan_TN

krishna

– Until next,

Vid 🙂

Violet and Royalty

This post is part of the Chennai Bloggers Club’s CBC VIBGYOR BLOG TAG where some of us will write a post on the colors of VIBGYOR each day starting 1st of September to the 7th of September.

The color theme for today’s post is supposedly VIOLET, and I am writing about PURPLE 😀 An account of my 2nd experience with Swarasadhana; first being this.

Purple is one of my favorites and it signifies all these:

Royalty – Prince Rama Verma, the teacher of the Paatu Pattarai I had been today, is a descendant of the Maharaja Swathi Thirunal and Raja Ravi Varma from Kerala.

Richness – Everything I learnt today, be it the raga, swara excercises, songs, overflowing information on anything related to music, voice culture tips – spelt rich and class.

Quality that demands respect –Sir’s patience and his way of imparting knowledge such that a student with any kind of musical (or non-musical) background will understand.

Conceit – Not exactly on the negative note, I saw pure narcissm in a few songs that were Mangalampalli Balamurali Krishna’s compositions. Apparently his love for his own name is very profound in his compositions – atleast in the ones I learnt over the weekend. ‘Murali’ is the most artistically accentuated phrase and he sings it with so much improvisations and love.

Noble people don’t have usual rules – There was this raga I got introduced to called Lavangi. There is an unsaid rule that a raga should have atleast 5 swaras in the scale. This one had just four (check the link video). For someone who had no idea of the word before today, at the end of the session, I was seeing patterns of Sa Ri Ma Da everywhere around me like the Matrix Neo – such was the greatness of the tutelage!

1309_Swati_Tirunal

– Until next,

Vid 🙂

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