When music engulfs the air … By K.T. Jagannathan
I was looking forward to this Sunday (December 12, 2009). With the music season on, I thought I would make it to some sabha or the other. A severe stomach ache, however, left me lying on the bed most of the day. I was half-asleep and half-awake. » From seed to tree? And still growing… By Magline Rufina
I was about 12 years of age when I met my dance teacher on a bright tropical summer morning. She was then like any other teacher of my school, and I was like any other student waiting to learn something new from this guru my mother had identified after a careful scrutiny process. » Freeing Carnatic music from past fetters By T.M.Anantharaman (tmaraman@yahoo.com)
I vividly recall the incident which smashed into smithereens my ambition to become a performing Carnatic vocal musician. I remember how difficult it was learning Carnatic music. My teacher was a learned man and spared no efforts to make me fall in line with the musical shruti. It was a long haul. I was battling to come to grips with Sarali varisai and Jantai varisai swara alankarangal. » Music, kids and God By Sudha Jagannathan
It is a hot Sunday afternoon as we reach Panruti in Tamil Nadu. A few kilometers away from this place is a small village called Poovarasankuppam. » Vikram Gaud, the man with a mission By Mallika Jayanti
Please take a good look at the picture beside you. This is the kind of face one would want to see often given the present cultural scenario in India. » Living a mother's dream By Sudha Jagannathan
When I was a kid, my mother used to sing songs on our gods. I used to listen to her with rapt attention. She had told me that she had learnt Carnatic music since she was just five years old. » The Power of Recall By T.M.Anantharaman (tmaraman@yahoo.com)
Nostalgia! What a wonderful word!
I am sure you all have your nostalgic moments. One of my best is the first time I was exposed to carnatic music and raga a long time ago. It was at a time when I knew very little at all about music or raga. » "When music plays the moderator..." By K.T. Jagannathan
When I was young, my father often used to say how easy it is to misunderstand. To understand is the difficult thing in life, he would lecture me. Several summers in life, I realize now how stupid and cynical I had been in the past. »