Monday 28 March 2016

Musical Gharanas: where the real music sprung into existence.

Hindustani Classical Music is the reason why melody still is alive somewhere in the Bollywood songs you hear from some really ingenious singers present today. But this article does not investigate their otherwise decorated and accomplished career but aims at presenting the real unsung or forgotten class of people called "Gharanas" who specialized in a particular form of art in Music like Vocals, Instrumentals etc.

Gharana refers to those people who practise anything related with Music may it be Vocals, Instruments etc so here we begin unearthing some of the best Gharanas who have not lost their existence in the pages of time.

1. Rampur-Sahaswan Gharana





Most of us who really cherish Music to the brim must have listened to MTV Unplugged, In one such performance, the Music Maestro A.R. Rehman brings in some really talented and gritty musicians, well these were none other than the people belonging to Rampur-Sahaswan Gharana comprising of PadmaBhushan Ustad Ghulam Mustafa Khan. This Gharana is famous for its really gritty singing while maintaining a rhythmic touch. This Gharana has mentored some of the most successful singers like- Sonu Nigam, Shaan and A. Hariharan.




2. GWALIOR GHARANA
One of the oldest and perhaps that Gharana which knew Ragas like anything and pioneered it to perfection, Gwalior Gharana dates back to the Mughal time when Music was appreciated above anything else and Miyan Tansen, one of the greatest classical singers had some connections with this Gharana.
But the fact which makes this Gharana above everyone is its in-depth chiseled knowledge of Ragas and its dutiful expansion of melodic range that has the potential to spell-bound anyone.Still struggling for its place as a pioneer of Classical Music this Gharana namely has few ingenious people like-Nathan Pir Bakhsh, Nathu Khan, Haddu Khan, Hassu Khan, Ustad Qurban Hussain Khan, Bade Inayat Hussain Khan, Rehmat Ali Khan.





3. DELHI GHARANA
Delhi Gharana is most famous for tabla playing and is one of the oldest in this, but here is the pick, this Gharana instead of going hard on the bass takes it down lightly focusing more on the light soft beats that appease the ears. Few of the notable musicians include- Ustad Nathu Khan, Gamay Khan, Ustad Fiyaz Khan.

 


4. JAIPUR GHARANA
Known for its hybrid Ragas which involves experimenting with multiple Ragas and bringing out something new out of it, this Gharana which originated somewhere near nineteenth century has seen some really fine musicians finetuning Music and enhancing its quality. Some fantabulous people out of which some perform even to this day are- Ustaad Allahdiya Khan, Smt. Kesarbai Kerkar, Shruti Sadolikar.


Hindustani Classical Music along with these Gharanas are not getting the recognition and respect they command. What would have happened to Bollywood songs(strictly adhering to some classic Bollywood songs here, no yo!yo!) if these Gharanas would not have produced such fantastic Musicians. Its time we listen and admire this priceless artform and the people who even after not getting cloud nine fame are still working and improving the sceneof Classical Music.
 

Thursday 5 March 2015

holi

here comes the festival of colors
to invade the lonely to wash the dullers
a fantastic zest is seen all time
that is sure to last on everyone's mind

no excuses are entertained just pure lovely ruthless playing
people dance their hearts out as if that would be the last time they would be enjoying
sweetmeats are in abundance
that leave people happiness's den

they say even enemies hug to this day
and make merry and drink to the end of day
splendid times,naughty giggles,conscious absent
sadness and pain to far away land sent

oh this festival!!!!
is a splendid carnival!!!!
that reminds us of joy
and makes us realise
no matter what just to your last breathe ENJOY!!!!

Tuesday 3 March 2015

EMOTIONS

emotions cant be simply figured out
cant be understood cant be told about
these damned thoughts simply get deeply latched
and always an unknown plot is hatched
these figments of mind 
are not always kind
they dawdle your time
and play a nasty mime

the shrewd ones being almost up on guard
to fling you endlessly in a cruel game of cards
the weakening of self,and no one to help
adds more to the wounds
such are these nasty hounds

no matter what we have to live with these
for these can never leave us alone
the memories bitter sweet will linger in these nostalgic forms
which will only leave us when from this earth we are gone

Saturday 7 February 2015

war

The most diabolical of them all
which doesnt waits fo
r any plea any call
and which may leave you apall
this is war the crueler of all


It doesnt sees your family or your kin
But ferociously makes a blood filled din
many have perished in this cursed quicksand
but the horror seems never ending but only more to expand


Many wailing mothers and wives
their pain inconsolable and wide
the swollen eyes question the paths
when their son,husband,brother would cross past?

They say war is freedom and liberation
to free the world from grim desolation
well but at what cost will that world be free??
On the dead braves for whom hopes were never meant to be


Wars do have a lone survivor
who would by now be in graves of guilt
of endless lifeless bodies 
of which the castle of his victory he had built.

Thursday 5 February 2015

Carnival of life






welcome all to the carnival of life
where poor you,are always in strife
mixed waters of pain and joy
you have to gulp oh boy!!

where things take stark unexpected turns
from ecstasy to emotional burns
a haphazard shackle
that no one has perfectly tackled

the clowns here try to pleasure you
for an unknown mysterious profit,
that has something bizarre,misfit
and we,gullible as ever go for the shows
which return us the sorrows

enough money could be spent here
but time and love are little figures here
so one gets the money but not its worth
and fools himself of a luxurious berth

this carnival can be dangerously bumpy
and cottoncandys are shortlived fancies
the one who balances the time
gets the worth of his dime

whatever happens it is a carnival at last
where everyone has sweet bitter past
the way we live here will determine
whether we are helpless or sanguine.

Sunday 1 February 2015

Old Couple

i was going on a leisure walk
with only myself to talk
as i advanced for the park
i saw a beautiful sight

an old couple,free by others presence
were glancing into each other with great inclination
the weary smiles were the witnesses
that they had arrived for their final destination

the inevitable fights,that bonded them so tight
the tears of realisation after which made everything right
the goodday kisses that were a promise
that they will remember each other in bliss


they had seen tough times too
all the high and low blues
but still determined like rocks
held on to happy hues

their beautiful daughter married and fine
and they visit her family once every month to dine
a grandchild too was to come
grandma,grandpa they were to become

as they talked about this with great satisfaction
and were holding hands in some unknown expectation
as if something still has to be spoken
a solitude dream about to be awaken

as i saw these couple unfold their beautiful past
which would for the infinite last
they had nothing to say nothing to reach
just sitting on there exchanging love to each

i walked past them,a feeling of ecstasy
that made me fervent about their bonding and happy
the satiated looks on their face unaltered
spoke volumes about their relations which never faltered

loneliness

sitting on a cranked seat i wondered
as to why to loneliness i had surrendered
i had many options in me
i helplessly over and over pondered

what costed me my happiness
and brough this unberable loneliness
my past was clear no doubt
and the rest i didnt knew about

my friends were happy with me
always trusted them and they supported me
but one day my wealth vanished and so did they
and never did they came back for anything to say!

my parents were proud of me
loved me to brim
and never ever left me grim
but the angels took them away
leaving loads of void impossible to weigh

my wife the most beautiful of them all
stood by my side all the time
left me apall one day to find someone better then me
didnt mattered to her so wrectched one could be

the chair creaked,it too had enough of me
i guess was asking me to leave and be worthy
i smiled,a meloncholy smile
and walked back a weary mile.