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A fine music tradition in ruins The glorious history of the erstwhile state of Kapurthala not only speaks of its majestic buildings and palaces but also of a rich music tradition. This famous legacy, which was conceived by Mir Nasir Ahmad, a descendant of none other than Mian Tansen, has, however, passed into obscurity with time, writes Aditi Tandon.  The mazar of Mir Nasir Ahmad, founder of the Kapurthala music tradition. — Photo by S.S. Chopra
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AS you drive past the neatly laid out streets of princely Kapurthala, the dusty winds produce music of their own. They divert your attention from the majestic buildings to a melodic charm that seems to have a strange hold on the city’s soul. Scratching history for details, you realise that the state is not just about the royal France look or the Jagatjit Palace, a remarkable tribute to Louis XIV, but also about a glorious musical legacy, conceived and nurtured by Mir Nasir Ahmad, a descendant of Mian Tansen. Moving into the interiors of the city, you find the mazar of Mir Nasir Ahmad, who established Punjab’s vital connection with the Senia-Beenkar tradition that was mastered by Tansen. Although there is little documentation to systematically lead us through the development of the Kapurthala music tradition or the process of its dilution following Partition, one uncontested fact is that Mir Nasir Ahmad, who was brought to Kapurthala from the court of Bahadur Shah Zafar by Kanwar Bikrama Singh of Kapurtahala, was the founder of the Kapurthala music tradition, which originated somewhere around 1858 AD. But even before the pure classical tradition began to flourish in the state under the royal patronage of Kanwar Bikrama Singh and Raja Sir Daljit Singh, other genres of music were already flourishing on the soil of this royal city. Since Kapurthala was on the national highway to Lahore, it attracted practitioners of sufiana style such as Saeen Ilyas. A great Sufi and dhrupad maestro, Saeen Ilyas tutored a celebrated set of disciples, who branched out to take the sufiana qalaam not only to various parts of India but also to locations across the seven seas. These include France, which still houses the Sufi Centre founded by Sufi musician Inayat Khan, who was instructed in the Saeen Ilyas’ school of music. It is imperative to mention here that Inayat Khan, who married an American named Ora Ray Baker, went on to pass the sufiana tradition to his daughter Noor Inayat, an illustrious singer herself. Noor later joined the British Secret Service. Attributing her patriotic inclination to the sufiana musical tradition she inherited from her father, Noor rechristened herself Madeliene for the service. She later went on to create trouble for Hitler by spying on the German forces. Caught for espionage against Germany, Noor Inayat, alias Madeliene, alias Mata Hari, was shot dead by German troops on September 23, 1944, while World War II was still on. The interesting part of Noor’s life is her connection with Punjab, especially Kapurthala, which was home to her father’s great guru, Saeen Ilyas. A search for Kapurthala’s music tradition leads us to various corners of the city. Unfortunately, its residents remain oblivious to its invaluable heritage, both architectural and musical. A visit to the tomb of Mir Nasir Ahmad proves to be an exercise in futility and anguish. Lying in a state of abandon for years, the tomb of the great musician doesn’t make music any more. As attempts to decipher faint Urdu inscriptions on the tomb’s façade also fail, you prepare to return through the dense, wild growth — the only company the descendant of Tansen has today. Away from Nasir Ahmad’s tomb, some information about his musical style and his priceless contribution to the Kapurthala music tradition begins to flow. The most authentic source for details on the city’s musical journey is Anita Singh, member of the Kapurthala royal family. She along with her cousin, Maharaja of Kapurthala, Brig Sukhjit Singh, has assumed the responsibility of reviving the lost cultural might of this historical city. She recently organised an elaborate three-day music festival at Kapurthala, with the twin objective of promoting the city as a tourist destination and also commemorating the memory of Baba Jassa Singh Ahluwalia, the warrior king who gave Kapurthala a definite edge over the other princely states of Punjab. Few know that Jassa Singh, the founder of Kapurthala, was himself a musician, trained in the recital of gurbani and kirtan. One of the books that provides lucid information about Kapurthala mentions a particular incident, which suggests that Jassa Singh, as a child, once sang gurbani in the presence of Guru Gobind Singh’s wife Mata Sundari. The latter, overwhelmed by the child’s talent, lifted him to her lap and caressed him. Music continued to have a place of prominence in Jassa Singh’s daily schedule, which is elaborated in another book hence: "At daybreak, he would rise, perform his ablutions, repeating the morning prayer or Sukhmani. After the evening meal, musicians played and sung the Rehras or the evening prayers." Connecting sequences of the musical progression of Kapurthala, Anita Singh, also Director, Indian Music Society in New Delhi, discloses interesting bits of information about the tradition’s inception. "The known tradition began in 1858 when Nasir Ahmad, a descendant of Mian Tansen, was brought to Kapurthala by Kanwar Bikrama Singh. Tansen’s daughter was married to a Mir of aristocratic lineage, whose son Mir Nasir Ahmad was a nobleman in the court of Bahadur Shah Zafar. Nasir Ahmad had received musical training from his grandfather, who instructed him in the nuances of the Senia-Beenkar Gharana. It is said that when Bahadur Shah Zafar and his senior courtiers were being sent to exile, Nasir Ahmad was also taken along because he was sporting a dastaar (turban) which only the noblemen of the court were permitted to wear. This was when Kanwar Bikrama Singh of Kapurthala state intervened and gave a personal guarantee to the then Governor-General John Lawrence that Mir Nasir Ahmad was a musician and was, therefore, no threat to the Raj. That was how Mir Nasir Ahmad was spared and brought to Kapurthala by Kanwar Bikrama Singh. Nasir Ahmad lived in Kapurthala for the rest of his life. His mazar lies in the heart of the princely state. His two sons, Mir Kallan and Mir Rehmat Ali, became distinguished musicians of their times. They also played the been and sursingar. This is how the instrumental nuances and the musical techniques of the Senia Beenkar Gharana of Tansen came to Punjab through Kapurthala." The treasures of the Kapurthala music tradition were further enriched when Mir Rehmat Ali, after seeking permission from Raja Sir Daljit Singh of Kapurthala, went to Calcutta to learn music from Ali Mohammad (a direct descendant of Tansen). He returned to Kapurthala to enhance the prevalent style. Another very interesting story is that of one Rehmat Khan, a musician from Sialkot, who had been trained in music under the tutelage of Saeen Ilyas of Kapurthala. Few know that Rehmat Khan, who migrated from Sialkot to Baroda due to some personal exigencies, was to become the catalyst for propagation of the Kapurthala music tradition, both sufiana and classical, in India and abroad. Musicologist and traditionalist Pandit Yashpaul, a renowned performing artiste from the Agra Gharana, brings forth vital links in the story which speak of how the Kapurthala music tradition, through Rehmat Khan, first travelled to the royal palace of Baroda and from there entered alien soils, beginning with France. "I have some authentic information on Kapurthala’s music tradition and its propagation, by virtue of my association with renowned vocalist Bhagwan Das Saini, trained in the Kapurthala music tradition. It was Bhagwan Das Saini who told us about one Heme Khan, another celebrated musician from the Kapurthala tradition. Heme Khan was a student of Saeen Ilyas, the dhrupad maestro who was a direct descendant of Suraj Khan and Chand Khan, royal musicians of Mughal Emperor Akbar." Going back to his notes, which he habitually took whenever great maestros shared experiences with him, Pt Yashpaul came up with an illuminating tale of the merger of the Baroda and Kapurthala traditions. "During the time when the Kapurthala tradition was flourishing, a famed musician called Maula Baksh (who is also considered the father of the Indian notation system) was the royal singer in Baroda. He had two wives: the first named Qasim Bi was Tipu Sultan’s daughter; the second named Amir Bi was a convert. This time around, Rehmat Khan was emerging as an asset to the Kapurthala music tradition, which bore both sufi as well as classical influences. There is published text to indicate the migration of Rehmat Khan, a disciple of Saeen Ilyas, from Sialkot to Baroda. In Baroda, Rehmat Khan married Khatija Bi, the daughter of Maula Baksh, a royal musician. This grand merger of two prominent gharanas of those times was a significant event in the history of both gharanas, especially the Kapurthala tradition, which, through Rehmat Khan, was to travel to France and other locations outside the country." Among the few sources of information available on Rehmat Khan, whose son Inayat Khan later took Kapurthala’s and Saeen Ilyas’ Sufi tradition all over the world is an old book, titled Minqar-e-Mausiqui. Interestingly, the Sufi Centre in Delhi had once requested Chandigarh-based Pt Yashpaul to translate it from Urdu into English. The task could not be accomplished due to some problems. Pt Yashpaul still possesses this book, which has details about Inayat Khan, who married a Christian lady named Ora Ray Baker. After the birth of a daughter, Noor Inayat in Russia, Inayat Khan returned to France, where he established the Sufi Centre. Inayat Khan also trained Noor in music. The book refers to sufi influences on the life of Noor Inayat, who was inspired by patriotic fervour. It also talks of the Sufi Centre, which still exists in France. Once home to a splendid tradition, spearheaded by Mir Nasir Ahmad Beenkar and Saeen Ilyas, Kapurthala now bears negligible links to its glorious past. Anita Singh nostalgically remarks, "Most of the musicians, including Tufail Niazi and Ata Muhammad, went to Pakistan. Other great musicians of Kapurthala like Pt Ghannaya Lal, Pt Nathuram, Shankar Das and Murari Lal are also now no longer remembered. In our own times, Tufail Niazi, who belongs to the Kapurthala music tradition and to the lineage of Saeen Ilyas, became an internationally renowned musician. Mahant Gajja Singh, who later became the sangeet guru of Maharaja Bhupinder Singh of Patiala, also learnt from Mir Rehmat Ali, son of Mir Nasir Ahmad. Bhai Ata Muhammad’s son Bhai Lal and grandson Ghulam Hassan Shaggan went on to enrich the tradition with their music contributions." Interestingly, Ghulam Hassan Shaggan’s grandfather Bhai Ata Muhammad was a disciple of Mian Bannay Khan of Gwalior Gharana, who was responsible for introducing khayal to Punjab. Ghulam Hassan’s father Bhai Lal, after the death of Ata Muhammad, came under the influence of Mian Mahboob Ali, a great sitar player from Kapurthala Gharana. Despite being a sitar player, Mian Mehboob was familiar with vocal techniques and knew rare bandishes. Besides teaching Bhai Lal these bandishes, he taught him the techniques of meerkhand and moorchna. Ghulam Hassan imbibed music from his father Bhai Lal. Even as Kapurthala’s music history inspires us with awe, the loss of vital links to this glorious tradition remains a disturbing fact. While musicologists and the royalty alike fail to trace the factors that led to the loss of a tradition, you wonder what message the tomb of Mir Nasir Ahmad wishes to give to the world.
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Neatly pack them into words and hide them in my heart,
I call them "MEMORIES" Music has no boundary.
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Kapurthala’s rababi tradition If the Janmasakhis are any indication, Kapurthala also had a rich rababi tradition. It is said that Guru Nanak Dev commissioned Bhai Firanda, a famous musician from Kapurthala, to create a special rabab for him, which could withstand the rigours of udasis, his religious voyages. Janmasakhi accounts, housed in museums across Punjab, also hint that Guru Nanak’s disciple Bhai Mardana could well have been taught the rabab by Bhai Firanda of Kapurthala. 
Punjab's contribution Punjab has given some matchless ragas to the Indian classical music. Anita Singh, by virtue of her access to historical information regarding the progression of Punjab’s traditions, says ragas like "Kasuri Bhairavi, Sindhura, Multani (by sufi mystic Sheikh Bahauddin Zakaria), Jaijaiwanti (from Kohwari, a Sindh folk tune), Jogiya, Asa, Kafi, Pahari, Sorath and Varhans" have been Punjab’s contributions. Among the oldest music festivals of India is the Harballabh Sangeet Sammelan, which has been held for over 127 years now. Pt Vishnu Digambar Paluskar founded a premier classical music institute called the Gandharva Mahavidyalaya in Lahore in 1901. Mian Ghulam Nabi Shori composed tappa, on of the most difficult classical forms, in Punjab. The vichitra been, a foremost musical instrument, was also evolved here by Mian Abdul Aziz. The greatest tribute to Punjabi khayal is that Shah Sada Rang and Shah Ada Rang (once royal musicians in the court of Muhammad Shah Rangeela) have composed khayal bandishes in Punjab. And, perhaps, Punjabi is the only language apart from Braj in which bandishes have been composed and sung for the last 200 years.
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Neatly pack them into words and hide them in my heart,
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The Ex-King of Delhi. [Bahadur Shah Zafar]
(From A Photograph by Mr. A. Moore.) The Illustrated London News March 20, 1858
Although there is little documentation to systematically lead us through the development of the Kapurthala music tradition or the process of its dilution following Partition, one uncontested fact is that Mir Nasir Ahmad, who was brought to Kapurthala from the court of Bahadur Shah Zafar by Kanwar Bikrama Singh of Kapurtahala, was the founder of the Kapurthala music tradition, which originated somewhere around 1858 AD. |
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Neatly pack them into words and hide them in my heart,
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 A view of Mian Mir Nasir Ahmed’s tomb in Kapurthala.
The tomb is in a state of neglect. — Photo by S.S. Chopra Musician’s tomb cries for care Tribune News Service Kapurthala,
Though every year the state administration spends lakhs of rupees to highlight the heritage of Kapurthala and boost tourism in the area by inviting the descendents of the founders of Khyal Gayaki and Kapurthala Gharana to perform at the Heritage Festival, the tomb of Mian Mir Nasir Ahmed, the founder of the Kapurtrhala Gharana located at a desolated corner of the town is in a state of total neglect.
Situated on the Pir Chowdhry Road, the tomb of the famous Dhrupad singer and the harbinger of Khyal Gayaki in Kapurthala is just about to vanish, as the plaster on most of its walls has peeled off due to vagaries of the weather. There is also no sign of a floor inside the tomb.
Residents of the town also remain oblivious of their heritage and the connection of the tomb with the renowned Kapurthala Gharana.
To visit the tombs of Mian Mir Nasir Ahmed’s two sons, Mir Kalhan and Mir Rehmat Ali, also known to be famous musicians of their times, one has to wade through wild grass and bushes.
Mian Mir Nasir Ahmad, brought to this royal town from the court of Mughal emperor Bahadur Shah Zafar by Kanwar Bikrama Singh of Kapurtahala, was the founder of the Kapurthala music tradition, which originated somewhere around 1858 AD
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Neatly pack them into words and hide them in my heart,
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The tomb of Mir Nasir Ahmed in Kapurthala is in a state of disrepair Call it paucity of state government's funds or procedural delays on the part of the archaeological department, the tomb of the famous flute player Mir Nasir Ahmed of the court of Bahadur Shah Zafar is in dilapidated condition.
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Neatly pack them into words and hide them in my heart,
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Akbar, Tansen and Swami Haridas
The last emperor Bahadur Shah Zafar II (1837-1857) was a great patron of music and literature. Music, esp. Ghazals, flourished in his court.
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Neatly pack them into words and hide them in my heart,
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An important landmark in Hindustani music was the establishment of gharanas under the patronage of princely states. A gharana is more a school of thought than an institution. Each of the gharanas developed distinct facets and styles of presentation and performance.
Vishnu Narayan Bhatkhande (1860-1936) was a dedicated musician and musicologist whose contribution to Indian classical music cannot be over emphasised. He was the Lakshanakaara of Hindustani music and was the pioneer who gave current Hindustani music a grammar where none existed. He brought most of the renowned artistes and musicologists from all over India together, to give a new significance to music by discourses and performances. His research works, Karmik Pustak Series in six volumes are still among the most authentic documents of Hindustani classical music. His significant achievement is the concept of the ten Thats or basic parent scales from which raags are derived.
Pandit Vishnu Digambar Paluskar (1872-1931) took up the task of conveying the message of music to every home and convey it in the simplest way. An accident in his childhood deprived him of his eyesight. Inspite of this serious physical handicap, Paluskar took up musical training with enthusiasm and perseverance. He believed that music should not only be entertaining, it should also elevate and inspire. He realised that all great art should draw its inspiration from contemporary life and bereft of its social values it would be an empty kernel. He openly declared that his mission was to democratise the art of music. After giving public performances all over north India, in 1901, he founded the Gandharva Mahaavidyaalaya in Lahore, the first music school run by public funds. Here he trained individuals who would dedicate their lives to teaching music. In 1908, Paluskar migrated from Lahore to Bombay and opened a branch of the Gandharva Mahaavidyaalaya. Prominent among his disciples were his son D.V. Paluskar, Vinayak Rao Patwardhan, Narayan Rao Vyas and Pandit Omkarnath Thakur.
A performance of Hindustani music begins with the aalaap. This is a slow invocation of free rhythm, presenting the subtleties of the raag in an expressive and meditative style. aalaap is followed by a more rhythmic piece called jhod which has many variations. Then follows the more rapid rhythmic style called jhala, which fills out the rhythm with rapid notes. The depth of imagination and creativity of the performer is revealed in the aalaap and jhod. After the jhala comes the second part, gat that introduces the percussions for the first time. gat is based on taal or rhythm structure and is played in vilambit (slow tempo), increasing to a madhyam (medium tempo), and concluding with a drut (fast tempo). The main melody is introduced by the artiste while the tabla provides the taal. Against this taal the artiste improvises imaginative melodic patterns and introduces complex rthythmic patterns, which at times appear to diverge from the taal but must resolve on the first beat of the taal. Later the artiste may hold firm to the rhythm while the tabla may create counter-rhythms.
The two main vocal traditions in Hindustanic music are dhrupad, the purest of all, without any embellishment and completely austere in its delivery, and khayaal, with a romantic content and elaborate ornamentation. Less abstract vocal forms fall into the light-classical variety: dadra, thumri, ghazal and qawwali. Pandit Bhimsen Joshi and Smt. Gangubai Hangal are vocalists well known to Hindustani music fans.
Sitar, invented by Amir Khusro in the 16th Century, A.D. is the well known stringed instrument in Hindustani music. The Surbahar, Sarod, Sarangi, violin and Santoor are the other stringed instruments used by Hindustani musicians. The bansuri and shehnai (wind instruments) are equally well-known in Hindustani music. The pakhavaj is similar to the mridangam in Carnatic music and it predates the tabla.
____________ "I am a dreamer,I collect all the smiles from My yesterday,
Neatly pack them into words and hide them in my heart,
I call them "MEMORIES" Music has no boundary.
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Bahadur Shah’s grave evokes new passions in Myanmar Yangon, May 18: After he died in exile in British captivity, the last moghul emperor of India was buried and forgotten as a footnote in history.
Nearly 140 years later, Bahadur Shah Zafar is stirring new passions. Since the discovery of his grave in 1991 in a quiet, leafy part of Yangon, the foreign king has been worshipped as a ‘‘pir’’, or saint, by Myanmar’s Muslims as well as people of other faiths. To the caretakers of Zafar’s mausoleum, he is a saint, a poet-scholar and a symbol of communal harmony.
Zafar’s aura of holiness is due to his reputation as a scholar of Sufism, an ascetic movement within Islam.
During his time, Zafar was one of the foremost poets of the Urdu language and an accomplished calligrapher. His poems, or ghazals, are still popular in India and Pakistan.
The moghul empire, established in 1526, ended when Zafar was dethroned by the British in 1858.
He died four years later at age 87 after penning his own epitaph in the form of a ghazal: ‘‘Kitna hai badnaseeb Zafar, dafn ke liye do gaz zameen bhi na mili ku-e-yaar mein (How unlucky Bahadur Shah Zafar)
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Neatly pack them into words and hide them in my heart,
I call them "MEMORIES" Music has no boundary.
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Bahadur Shah Zafar
Ghazal 1radiif: aar huuN naa kisii kii aaNkh kaa nuur huuN, naa kisii ke dil kaa qaraar huuN jo kisii ke kaam na aa sake, maiN vo ek musht-e-gubaar huuN
main nahin huun naghma-e-jaaN feza, koii sun ke mujh ko karega kya main baRe birog ki huuN sada, maiN baRe dukhoN ki pukaar huun
meraa rang ruup bigaR gayaa, meraa yaar mujh se bichaR gayaa jo chaman khizaaN se ujaR gayaa, main usi ki fasl-e-bahaar huun
naa to maiN kisii kaa habiib huuN, naa to maiN kisii kaa raqiib huuN, jo bigaR gayaa vo nasiib huun, jo ujaR gayaa vo dayaar huun.
pae faatihaa koi aae kyuuN, koi chaar phuul chaRhaae kyuuN? koi aake shamaa jalaae kyuuN, maiN vo bekasi kaa mazaar huuN
Ghazal 2 radiif: aar meiN Lagtaa nahii hai dil meraa ujRe dayaar meiN kiss kii banii hai aalame-naapaaidaar meiN
umr-e-daraaz maaNg ke laaye the chaar din do aarzuu meiN kaT gaye do intezaar meiN
kah do in hasratoN se kahiiN aur jaa baeiN itnii jagah kahaaN hai dil-e-daaghdaar meiN
kitnaa hai badnaseeb zafar dafan ke liye do gaz zamiin bhii naa milii kue-yaar meiN
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Neatly pack them into words and hide them in my heart,
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A fine music tradition in ruins......!! Thanks for opning this great post.........1
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swan song - Fading music of the Darbesh ONE MAN has been keeping alive a dying faith and way of life these past two decades. Meet Kalachand MARGINALISED BY CHOICE Abstract and spiritual folk music in Bengal is divided into four genres - Baul, Fakir, Darbeshi and Shain Fakirs are Muslim by birth but do not follow Islamic scriptures. Like Bauls, they believe that the abode of God lies within them and the mind is the masjid Darbeshis are of four types: Khirodshai, Alekshai, Malekshai, and Sarodashai. People of all religions can be Darbeshi. Like fakirs, they believe in Marfat, as opposed to Shariyat, but unlike fakirs, they are not Muslim by birth There is a tendency to club Darbeshis with Bauls, but it is an entirely different way of life, one which encourages followers to talk of Allah and idol in the same breath D E B C H O W D H U R Y , composer and archivist The Joydeb-Kenduli mela (fair), held every year in West Bengal's Birbhum district on Makar Sankranti in mid-January is a gathering of wandering minstrels (Bauls, primarily)likenootherinIndia.Gathering in almost equal numbers are lay aficionados addicted to the Baul and Fakir ways of life. In 2003, young folk arts `conservationist' (what else do you call an archivist, promoter, film music composer, documenter, filmmaker?) Deb Chowdhury was in Kenduli, as he is every year. But that year, he was on a mission, filming the performances of Kalachand Darbesh -- the last of a rare breed of singers, the Darbeshis. Technically descended from the Sufi dervishes, Bengal's Darbeshis are in a league of their own, because they incorporate elements of Vajrayana Buddhist principles as embodied in the Charyapada (8th-12th century), and the sahajiya principles of Sri Chaitanya's Bhakti movement teachings. "There is a tendency to club Darbeshis with Bauls," says Deb, "but it is an entirely different way of life, as are Baul, Fakiri and Shain." More than a mere musical genre, Darbeshi is a religion, one which encourages a follower to talk about `Allah' and `idol' in the same breath. Kalachand is the last adherent of the faith. A former headmaster of Dhupguri Junior High School, the B.Com graduate chucked it all up in 1981 when he began his quest for nitya (permanence). That quest is still on, but the 75-year-old has, meanwhile, performed in 16 countries, been felicitated by the likes of Amartya Sen and Ustad Vilayat Khan, and been blessed by Pandit Ravi Shankar, who was ecstatic about the swaraj, the traditional Darbeshi accompanying instrument, which is also fading into oblivion. Kalachand's principal source of income is the alms (madhukari) that he collects by singing on local trains. While voluntary begging is a Darbeshi tradition, for Kalachand, it is a need, because all that he has by way of a supplementary income is Rs 800 that he receives from the state government.
When he needed treatment for a heart condition, it was Deb and friends, who run the Sahajiya Foundation in Kolkata, who arranged it. His biggest hope now: a Rs 4,000 pension from the Ministry of Culture.
Kalachand's voice breaks as he talks about his dying art, of his son who refuses to "sing beggar songs", and of his questforthe"paramguru",butthemood lifts as he describes how William Wordsworth's poem Daffodils revealed God to him, how William Shakespeare is actual ly a Baul because Romeo and Juliet are Krishna and Radha, and how, for his international performances, he has been regaling audiences with Darbeshi versions of Daffodils and Shakespeare's sonnets He calls them the bard's "English Baul" songs.
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Neatly pack them into words and hide them in my heart,
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 Cultural Tradition In Crisis & Running…
Sunday 25 September 2011 | Mirror to reality | Culture in crisis | Indian culture is a vast ocean created by the mingling of innumerable iridescent streams. A system of shared values that holds in high regard reverence to elders, duty to community and nation, and great pride in the heritage handed down by our ancestors. And it is a robust thing indeed, something we believe is capable of holding its own against any outside attack. But, is it truly impervious to erosion from foreign influences? Jahnavi Barua examines.
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| Indian culture is in peril; if things go on this way, our ancient heritage will be lost. Every few years, as a new generation of children — more true in urban areas — come of age, this cry is heard floating over the excitement of their young lives. In our time, my generation had heard it too as we took to the music and fashion flying out from the centres of popular arts in the western world with youthful enthusiasm. Blue jeans and Rock and Roll, Abba and the Dire Straits, Grateful Dead and Led Zeppelin; these had been the mantras of our generation. Why only music, in literature and poetry and fairy tales too, we sought out the exotic and salivated over scones and crumpets and dreamt of moonlit nights spent on a Faraway Tree in an Enchanted Forest. Did this innocent dabbling endanger the strong, vibrant local culture we were immersed in day to day? In the final reckoning, probably not, for we grew up to read Tagore and Biren Bhattacharya; draped ourselves in traditional silks on every auspicious occasion and cooked the family favourites handed down in an unbroken line through generations.
Indian culture is a many splendoured thing. No one thing — a particular style of music or cuisine — can lay claim to it; it is a vast ocean created by the mingling of innumerable iridescent streams: different and sometimes contrary styles of cooking; wildly different costumes and equally antagonistic belief systems and at the same time, a paradoxical sense of sharing something at the core of it all. A system of shared values that holds in high regard reverence to elders, duty to community and nation, and great pride in the heritage handed down by our ancestors, the arts and crafts honed to perfection over the centuries; this is the lynch pin of our culture. And it is a robust thing indeed, something we believe is capable of holding its own against any outside attack.
Is our culture truly impervious to erosion from foreign influences? While this has been mostly true in the last century, the turn of this century has seen something unprecedented happen. Distances, both in geographical terms and in real time, have been compressed to almost nothing. At the press of a button, one is instantly able to not only talk to a friend having breakfast on a farm in Scotland, one can see her too, as she digs into her Weetabix. As soon as a new music video is released on the west or east coast of the United States, it wings its way to our shores. No longer do children moon around record shops admiring records that were a few seasons old; in our days, only a lucky few, with family abroad, had direct access to brand new sparkly records. And football.
Football is the new religion of this generation of youngsters. Friendships are cemented on the basis of English Football Club affiliations; a Chelsea fan is an instant mate of another supporter; the fans dress in the team jerseys that cost the Indian parents exceedingly high amounts of money, and they worship at the altars of the young men who are the stars of these premier teams. Young girls step out of their homes dressed exactly like the young girls in London, New York, Brisbane or Cape Town. When they get together, young people eat exactly the same food they would eat at these great cities: pasta, burgers, escalopes and fish and chips. At a quick glance, our culture seems to be under an unexpectedly overwhelming attack. The outcome is uncertain, this time.
Imperilled entities
On closer scrutiny, however, having turned over stones, rocks and boulders, a different picture emerges from the one on the surface. The music ensemble of a school sings western songs, their young voices soaring with exultation, in a national choral music meet and in the blink of an eyelid, perform a few days later in an Indian music gathering.
With no sense of dislocation, the children switch between two languages and two disciplines of singing, enriching both with their natural vitality. The boy, dressed in the image of a rapper in Harlem, has been taking Indian classical music lessons since he was six; in a few years, he will be able to perform on stage and delight the audience with meticulous renderings of our ancient ragas. Some other young musicians have gone a step further; they have melded the rhythms of our folk traditions — music that is eminently suitable for this experiment because of its foot-tapping beats — with popular western music and injected a new life into art forms that otherwise ran the risk of falling into inevitable decline.
Which one of us has not tapped a finger or a toe to the vibrant beat of the modern versions of bhangra and now, joining that celebration are other regional variations: earthy Tamil folk music belted out to the accompaniment of the mridangam, Bengali boy bands who laugh at, poke fun at, but eventually embrace their complex society, and the Assamese singer, steeped in the classical traditions of his parents but choosing to bring to an adoring audience the insistent beat of bihu backed up by electronic music.
On the heels of the food of life, another imperilled entity, seemingly, is our cuisine. Stones were hurled through the shiny glass windows of American Fried Chicken stores; mothers stood, rolling pins in hand, determined to defy the advances of foreign burgers, but really, do we have to work ourselves into such degrees of excitement? In homes around the country, quietly, without protest, in fact, with delicious acceptance, the nation tucks into its traditional fare every day. In Punjab, rajma-chawal still reigns and the burger is no match for tandoori chicken. In fact, it is heard that in foreign countries, chicken tikka masala has routed the local cuisine and has accordingly been elevated to the status of National Dish. Dhokla, sweet daals, undios still excite Indian palates and to end a meal what better dishes than halwa, rosogollas and rabri? The same lentils, cooked in radically different ways and seasoned with condiments as diverse as amchoor and panch phoron and imli, simmer gently in every Indian home every night. There is little worry that our food heritage is in any danger of being annihilated.
Our literary tradition is another bastion that has sometimes been perceived as under threat. As English grew in strength, apprehensions grew that this upstart foreign language would render regional literature meaningless and irrelevant. A curious thing has happened over the years. Younger writers who wrote mainly in English achieved a remarkable coup; they transformed English into yet another Indian language and one with many different, richly flavoured regional dialects. The writer in Punjab adopted a vigorous English, bringing forth the smells and colours of vibrant Punjab; writers from Maharashtra, Rajasthan, Delhi and further afield, in the south of India, seasoned their writings with their own particular sensibilities and a very new breed of writers from the remote north-east of India brought to the rest of the country a subtle sense of dislocation and separateness of their existence by writing in an English that was as understated and gracious and redolent with beauty as their troubled region was. These writers enhanced Indian literature, adding to its already vibrant aesthetic. And simultaneously, to set worried minds completely at rest, there has been a flood of translations from the regional languages. Mainstream publishers regularly put out these brilliant books and all is well in our literary segment.
Convenience rules
But, what of the fashion eddying all around us today? Jeans, jeans and more jeans, no longer blue but in all hues of the rainbow; skinny jeans and boot-cut ones, full body curves and demi curves; knee length ones and ankle length ones. Jeans are everywhere.
And why not? They are comfortable and practical and if one can convince the young people to wash them at least once every six months, very flattering too. There is little sense in condemning something for the sake of it, especially when the young ones have the discernment to shed them when necessary. Consider our festivals. To match the mood of our festivals, young people turn out in beautifully appropriate costumes.
Onam brings our bevies of girls dressed in the gleaming ivory and gold of their home state; Diwali is celebrated with swathes of brilliant silks while Rongali Bihu in Assam is the signal for girls to wrap the gorgeous muga mekhela sador around themselves and pin kopu orchids into their hair. At a deeper level, many young men and women have delved further into this aspect of our culture: young textile and fashion designers are researching the rich textiles of their regions and helping bring about an unexpected renaissance. So, Eri from Assam is being fashioned into high fashion garments in Bangalore and the intricate weaves of Nagaland are making their way down runways.
Chikankari is now recognised across the world and the gossamer thin maheswaris adorn many a dress as an accompanying stole. No crisis in this area definitely.
This country has a long history of absorbing the best of foreign influences and weaving them into our culture. Consider the gardens of Mughal buildings, best exemplified in the Taj Mahal, the structure of the garden in front, with its water bodies and lines of trees, a faithful replica of older Persian gardens; regard the motifs of narcissi and irises in the block prints of Rajasthani and Gujarati textiles, regions that have never been witness to the flowering of these temperate beauties; listen again, to poetry that has travelled from the lands further west and taken root in our soil and it is abundantly clear that Indian culture will never be extinguished. It will only grow richer and more vibrant as it absorbs new ideas, seamlessly making them its own.
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____________ "I am a dreamer,I collect all the smiles from My yesterday,
Neatly pack them into words and hide them in my heart,
I call them "MEMORIES" Music has no boundary.
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#13 25 Sep 2011 06:10
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