Friday, February 04, 2011

The Gift of The Ancients

History, and the writing of it thereof, is perhaps among very 
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few areas where creative freedom can be exercised to just about any length. History is what its writer or maker makes it to be and being the most malleable of subjects, can be contoured to serve the dictates of time and ruler. Thus if the ‘Badshahnama’ was written by Abdul Hamid Lahori – a paid chronicler to sing peans on Shah Jahan’s rule at the peak of Mughal power in India, so do you have the Chinese traveller Fa-Hien leaving a detailed chronicle of his travels. In each case, what they saw and what ultimately appeared in print (!) had colourations that the author brought on, either because they had to earn their kudos and thereby the green bucks or what they saw was always seen in sharp contrast to what they had been exposed to in their countries or cultures.

Ancient Indians were a much smarter lot. They were quick to see through the game and while they excelled in astronomy, physics, mathematics, and all kinds of literature and arts – areas that left strong evidences, they never took to documenting their histories – leaving it to later generations and foreigners to do their work, but here came the master stroke – leaving enough evidence strewn across the land, of its customs, religion and intellectual prowess to prevent later historians from doing a wholesale distortion of facts. Indians thus, in the absence of any written documentation and thereby bereft of any colourations, clung on dearly to their culture, with ‘knowledge’ being passed down orally and later through their religious texts and tomes.

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The greatest gift that our ancients left for us was to school us in the art of assimilating diverse thoughts, religions, cultures etc., into our fold, without distorting what we had. Indians, it is oft lamented, have no sense of history – almost all travellers coming to this land will vouch for this; contemporary figures like Nobel laureate V. S. Naipaul included.  Indians look at the circle of life – the continuous cycle of creation and destruction followed by yet more creation and destruction - with a passivity and acceptance that confounds most thinkers. The ability to live in the present while cocooned in its shell of customs and beliefs (go to Banaras to see this aspect at its liveliest, where the nuclear physicist stands jostling for space with the matted Sadhu to offer obeisance to Mother Ganga) is something that the outside world can hardly fathom. Indians, perhaps, are the only race that saw such a lively procession of kings and emperors, raiders, marauders, conquerors, imperialists, priests and religious zealots carrying on their unending dance of destruction and creation, while succumbing to none but instead allowing them to assimilate within it.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Hindustani Classical Music mourns its doyen


With the passing away of Pandit Bhimsen Joshi, contemporary India has lost its foremost doyen of Indian Classical Music. It is sad loss for the nation – a void that will take a long time to fill. Music comes from the soul and it is always great souls that make great music. Pandit Bhimsen Joshi was and to my mind remains to be the face of Hindustani Classical music. 

Hailing from the famous Kirana Gharana, (founded by another doyen – Ustad Abdul Karim Khan) Bharat Ratna Pandit Bhimsen Joshi’s majestic voice and 'gayaki’ endeared him to generations of listeners.  

The Kirana Gharana has the distinction of giving India and Hindustani Classical Music some of its best stalwarts including the venerable Pandit. Sawai Ghandharva (Pandit Bhimsen Joshi’s guru), Begum Akhtar, Roshanara Begum, Smt. ‘Surashri’ Kesarbai Kerkar, Mohammed Rafi, Smt. Gangubai Hangal, Ustad Rashid Khan, among others.
 
We shall all miss you terribly Panditji…