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Khamas or kaamaach

Some raagas are so effortless and the joy they give is immeasurable. Khamas is one such one. Be it the swarajithe – “Saambarshiva” or the ever soothing “sujana jeevana raama”

It has the effect of silently rocking on a swing in the midst of a lush green forest with a blue stream nearby.

‘Uyirum Neeye’ sung soulfully by Unni Krishnan is from the same raaga. Incidentally, this is the current loop mode song.

Yay moment for the day

After listening to Mannippaaya song (of Vinnai Thaandi varuvaaya) for a few times, I noticed the interlude that goes exactly like the Charanam of Raravenugopabala.. (Ga….RiSaNiDha… Ri…..RiSaNiDha….) I mean – exactly the same swaras. I deduced this song should be based on Bilahari and googled to find out I was right.

Well, after 12 years of music lessons and listening, this is all I can find out. But, still, yay for me!

My musical journey – Ri

My mother’s Thiruppugazh friend, Anna maami suggested I can learn with her kids. Sundaresh mama came to teach them. I went with my book to their house.

Sundaresh mama was a thin guy in his late 20s appearing for this senior exam in music. I didn’t know all this back then and it amused me to find a male teacher. I went to a school where all the teaching staff was female. I don’t remember much of his face or voice. I remember only V and S (daughters of Anna maami) teaching me to apply beetroot to my lips to make it look like I’d worn lipstick. At that age, I thought it was ultra cool.

Fine, so getting back to my lessons – I started from the very beginning. And went upto tharastaayi. This is the point where the teacher relocated to Chennai.

And so ended my tryst with the second guru leaving me back to square one.

My musical journey – Sa

It all began with G Chithi, who recognised that my voice was good and I can sing well..all this while I was 4 years old. She also taught me sa ri ga ma pa dha ni sa, and then gave up, going back to the suggestion that I needed a teacher.

My search for music teachers began there. After pestering my parents for another couple of years, they decided to find somebody who could teach me. My neighbours, 2 girls 10 years older than me were learning and their teacher would be willing to teach me. Enquiries were made, parents met her and I was ready to begin. Yippee.. I went along with the girls. The teacher insisted I call her aunty and that I need to drink milk and eat biscuits before I went to the class. It still beats me why she was so particular. She would enquire about it every class and if the answer was not affirmative, she would give me a cup of milk with 2 Parle-G biscuits. 🙂

As I started off with sa, pa, sa and later graduated to the ‘sa ri ga ma’, she kept asking me to follow Shruthi. I didn’t know which of the other girls were Shruthi. I kept looking at the teacher if she could point out who Shruthi is so that I can synchronise my voice with hers. Her eyegaze focussed on the tanpura on her lap didn’t help much. After a month, I gathered courage to ask the girls who Shruthi was and they burst out laughing while I grinned sheepishly. One of the sisters, the kinder soul explained to me that it’s the harmony, and the sync is with the note of the tanpura amidst giggles.

Well, by the time I started out with janti varisai, my music teacher got married and relocated. I was forced to look for another guru.