Imagine a wisp of sound deftly riding the air and settling down slowly in the midst of an audience frozen in rapt ecstasy;
Imagine a note taking flight, thrown into the air, gathering the silence around it, and wrapping the evening in its fragile embrace;
Imagine the soundlesness between two notes; picture the raag’s pulse throbbing silently in that hiatus – it’s soul trapped in the anticipation of release;
Imagine a sea of people held in the lasso of a moment of awe – a moment they cannot fully understand or get their minds around.Without questioning, without comprehending, stripped completely bare before this force of artistic abandon, so many minds follow a common arc of exhilaration;
Imagine time slowing down to a trot and then bursting into flame in a sudden invisible movement;

Imagine all this,
and maybe you’ve still only got a pinhole view into the incredible intensity, the unfathomable magic that is Ustad…

A young Ustad singing Adbhut Kalyan, in Mani Kaul’s film Dhrupad


About teevramadhyam

'I became insane with long intervals of horrible sanity' -Poe
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