Showing posts with label Kumar Gandharva. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kumar Gandharva. Show all posts

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Father and Son

There is much written, spoken and shown on the topic of generation gap and the disputes that arise from the same. Old values and norms, new meanings and defnitions. This gets debated even more with artists. Illustrious father's son trying to match up - haven't we heard that often before. What happens when the son doesn't really try and 'match up' but is anyway as brilliant as the father?
Kumar Gandharva and Mukul Shivputra. One has given infinite moments of joy and listening pleasure to millions across the globe. Other has puzzled and bewildered many people. A common thread that binds the two is the rebellious spirit in their singing. Both dared to challenge existing norms and refused to be trapped in the boundaries drawn by others.
I have listened to many disciples simply imitating their guru (won't comment on that topic more, that's besides the point) but Mukul does not stop at imitating. He has taken his father's style, no doubt. But also added his own bit to it and comes across a deep thinker when you listen to him. Just as his father was.
Here is the same bandish sung by both - listen for yourself and you will see the point. Don't try to figure out which one is better. It will be a futile exercise.
See how both of them treat the bandish itself. He is asking his beloved - 'Gori tore sajal naina, kahe re...' Why are your eyes moist my dear?
Kumarji deals with the nuances subtly, like an elder man would ask, gently - as if saying - What's wrong, dear? Did anyone say something? What has made you so upset? Why won't you tell me?
The way Mukul goes about is more like a younger impatient man - ok, enough. Are you only going to sit there and cry or are you going to tell me what's wrong? Look, if you want to talk, then talk. Don't just sit and sob, ok?
Kumarji is measured in his development of the raag, Mukul almost can't contain himself and seems to want to run ahead of himself! Maybe I am thinking too much into this - but even the choice of taal reflects this. Kumarji adopts a more stately Teentaal while Mukul chooses a more sprightly Addha teentaal. The former reminds me of a measured walk, while the Addha always brings to the mind a hop, step and jump!
Note - the bandish by Kumarji is from the album Surmanjiri and that by Mukul is from Nirala. The former mentions the raag as Patmanjiri while the latter says Marubihag! I don't worry about that much, but more learned readers out there can clarify.
I must thank Shubhangi Athalye for allowing me to publish her pictures of Mukul Shivputra - you can read her post about his concert here.
The pictures of Kumarji are from the 'Kumar Gandharva home page' by Sunil Mukhi. The brilliant sketches are by Vishnu Chinchalkar and I first saw them in Maharashtra Times about 35 years ago! You can see them here. Thanks are due to Sunil for preserving them for posterity.




Wednesday, February 6, 2008

The forests are lit up !

Amongst all the flowering trees of peninsular India, the Palas (Flame of the Forest - Butea monosperma) deserves a special mention. Come spring, and the tree bursts into a stunning display of colour. Driving down from Garudmaachi to Mumbai last week, I saw these trees provide a stark contrast to the dry arid landscape dominated by other trees of mixed deciduous type. Just off the road, this tree caught my attention and I could not just drive past, I just HAD to get down with my camera. Sun going down, nice warm side lighting - any photographer's dream. After what I had thought was a fairly good collection of shots, I planned to hurry on to Mumbai. Barely had I driven a few km. when another Palas halted me in my tracks. Even more resplendent than the first one, it invited me to come and take a closer look. The great poet Kalidas once compared the Palas flowers to a parrot's beak. Going by his simile, this tree would have to be overloaded with parrots !
Kalidas says
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plaaSakusauma Ba`aM%yaa SauktuMDo pt%yaila:
saao|ip jambauflama\ Ba`aM%yaa tmailanao Qat-uimacCit

- a group of parrots sitting on the tree were mistaken to be Palas flowers by a some bumblebees. On the other hand, the parrots mistook the bees to be jamun fruits !!

Palas flowers are called Kinshuk in Sanskrit. The name's origin is said to be a question - kim shuka ? Is it a parrot?

Driving down the countryside in the months of Feb-March, it is not difficult to understand why this tree is popularly known as 'Flame of the Forest'। (Some people believe that the Coral tree (Pangara - Erythrina indica) is Flame of the Forest. I have even seen a reference where the Red Silk Cotton (Semul - Bombax ceiba) was given this name. Is there some way to end this argument and give the Palas what is due to it? There can be no other tree that deserves to be called Flame of the Forest. The tree is sacred to Hindus, a fact highlighted by the belief that its set of three leaves represent Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva. They together form the trinity of Gods, who maintain balance in the universe by creating, preserving and destroying. A popular marathi proverb emphatically states - Palasaala paane teen (a palas tree always has three leaves). A rather obvious statement, one would think - but then the proverb simply means just that. "Some things will never change." These trees look rather ungainly in winter, but get completely transformed in months approaching spring. However, the last winter of 2007, I have seen them flowering prematurely, some in December, some even as earlier in late November. Anyone else has seen this? Anyone has an explanation? In a few weeks from now, winter will be on its way out and Vasant rutu will bring rejoice and cheer to the Indian subcontinent. Coral tree, Silk cotton, Amaltas (Indian Laburnum - Cassia fistula) and Tabebuia will all vie with each other for importance. But I will be waiting till the next year, to rejoice yet again sitting under the most glorious of them all - a Flame of the Forest. And yes, the picture would only be complete by listening to the genius of Kumar Gandharva. His Tesul ban phoole is an apt musical tribute to this wonder of nature. Yes, I agree - palasaala paane teen. Some things will never change. I am sure Kalidas would have nodded in agreement.


P.S. I must thank Prof. Leela Arjunwadkar (and my mother too!) for helping me with the Sanskrit references.