For the longest time, I belonged to the group of elitists who derided and mocked Mukesh for his plain singing. In mehfils and guppa sessions in my college hostel, I was among those who pointed out the obvious limitations in his singing. Yet, when I had to choose a song for a college event, I instinctively veered to a Mukesh song. A supporter of Mukesh asked me after I finished, “If you don't like his singing so much, why did you pick one of his songs to sing for the function?” Read more…
is typical to know little prior to attending an Indian classical music concert.
The flyer we receive for our Ragamala concerts in
When it was time for me to ride a bicycle, my Dad bought me a green monster -- a giant bicycle. This bike seemed 5 feet tall, dark green and heavy to me. When my friends were exulting in their light and trendy BSAs, my Dad chose to get me a large and clunky bike. He wanted me to have a bike that I would never outgrow. I also suspect that he felt that the BSAs were not built from a heavy enough gauge of steel -- as bikes ought to be. That is the only bike I owned in my childhood and teen years. Read more…