Vid Dev

Musings of a music student



Theme Reveal – A to Z 2017

To those who don’t know the significance of yesterday’s post on Ambi Dikshitar, yes, it is the start of a series of posts, for which I am doing the ‘theme reveal’ below.

The last few years I have been watching my fellow CBC blogger friends do the AtoZchallenge in various interesting themes. Though I have been wanting to participate all the while, I really couldn’t muster as much time and effort to get it started all these years, let alone complete it.
The closest I came to doing an A to Z challenge was writing a series on Ragas – believe me, it was one per alphabet, though I did not propagate it then. And I did not follow the timeline either.

I have finally started writing for this year’s AtoZ blogging challenge 2017; now that I have successfully posted for the first alphabet (A for Ambi Dikshitar), I can reveal my theme. As you might have guessed, I am trying to write about Carnatic Music Composers / Vaggeyakaras. The emphasis will be on vaggeyakaras (the same person writes lyrics and tune for songs). I am not taking up well known names like Trinity or Papanasam Sivan. I think this will be a good opportunity for me to read on and learn more about not so well known composers.

I hope I go all the way till Z successfully. Wish me luck!

Until next,

Vid 🙂

Romantic Ragas

I believe that ragas elicit certain emotions in you when you listen to them and each one has one emotional trait that is predominant. I am not well read when it comes to carnatic music theory, hence here is the disclaimer that whatever I write below is exclusively what I think from my experience.

For this love themed jodi posts by CBC, I thought I should write about ragas that I think are the most romantic, for various reasons. By romance, here I mean the “a feeling of excitement and mystery and happiness that might or might not be associated with love”.


The reason I chose Reethigowla is hugely influenced by its usage and identification in tamil film music.The carnatic compositions were of no help due to its religious / spiritual context. Whereas in films, right from Chinna Kannan to Azhagana Rakshasiye to Sudum Nilavu to Kangal Irandal, most of these famous romantic duets are set in this raga. Maybe the GaMaNiNiSa phrase gives that lilting beauty when sung; or that the very structure of the raga is not flat and boring but mystical and interesting.

Here is a playlist of only movie songs in Reethigowla for you.



Kaapi I believe lives up to its name. If coffee is believed to be an aphrodisiac, then the name sake might as well be one. It oozes love, and at the same time manifests in many forms – be it Bharathi’s love for Kannamma in Chinnanjiru Kiliye or the Javali (composition type generally conveying sringaara) Parulanna Maata, or the motherly love of Yashodha in Enna Thavam Seidhanai, or ARR’s Kadhal Rojave. It seems to me that, like the various types of coffees from each part of the world, the various songs in Kaapi have a unique flavor and each have to be dealt with, different from the other. You might want it black, or with milk or cream or sugar, but each type (song) has to be savored in the way it has to be.


This is my favourite raga of the three. But not many would agree with me for even adding it in the list of romantic ragas. That might even be the case; but then I learnt this song Kamaladhala Kannan in Behag. I don’t know what ESS Iyer imagined when he composed it, but that part “madhi mosam ponenadi” does something to me, every time I listen to it. The context of the phrase is thus: (I am giving the text in Tamizh as the essence seems lost when I translated it to English, sorry)

… ஒருவரும் இங்கில்லை என்று ஒருமுறை கண்ணா என்றேன்
ஓடி வந்து என்ன என்றான் ஒன்றுமில்லை என்றேன் நான்
வருந்தி இனிமேல் அழைத்திட்டாலும் வரமாட்டேன் என்று சொல்லி
வருந்த வைத்து மறைந்தார் – மதி மோசம் போனேனடி…

(knowing none is around, she calls Krishna – he appears – she gets tongue tied – hence he leaves saying don’t expect me to come next time you call – and that is when she loses her mind).

Malargal keten from OK Kanmani and Aalapanam from Gaanam are the only two movie songs I can think of in Behag and both are abstract in a way. Maybe it is that abstractness that this raga embellishes, that is lovely.

If you have a difference of opinion, or think I’m incapable of writing about this topic, or got anything else to say, do leave a comment. I’m not really a fan of bouquets, so that and brickbats are equally welcome 😉

This post has been written for the ‘love theme’ contest by The Chennai bloggers club in association with woodooz and Indian Superheroes.

Having read my take on romantic ragas, please also read what my team mate Divya Narasimhan of Sayuri has to say about how music inspired her to create jewellery designs. Here, she has taken the natabhairavi sounding song “Vaseegara” and interpreted it in her necklace.

Until next,

Vid 🙂

UnWarp – the Induction

The story takes over from here, an amazing first part written by Dhivya. Read on…

Priya was standing in the same beach, but something else seemed totally out of place. This is not the Marina stretch where she goes for her usual morning jog. There were no boats, no remnants of stalls, no laughter therapy group, and no cricket playing guys too. Above all, the beach sand and shore actually looked clean! She turned to face the new lady who was wearing a sparkling white and blue gown and accompanied by a man in a formal suit of similar colors.

“Welcome to our land – your kin has called it by many names, Middle Earth, Alagesia, non-Muggle world, to name a few. I am Vas and this is my husband Gop. We are the elves responsible for welcoming and inducting those who are visiting us for the first time. In fact, had it not been for Gop’s mistake, you would have come here during your last jog itself,” Vas gave a quick glance at Gop, before pressing her Bluetooth headset-like appendage and walking a little afar to talk into it.

“The vortex malfunctioned”, Gop smiled sheepishly. Priya thought the couple looked cute together, though it seemed that Vas was in charge.

“You don’t look anything like the elves I know – long ears, pale skinned… You both look as much human as I do!”

“Haha! That is a serious misinterpretation your kin has made. We all are just differentiated by the work we do and the responsibilities we take. For instance, we Elves and Wizards are the knowledgeable ones. Dwarves and Goblins take care of all the physical and mechanical work. Knights and dragon riders are responsible for our safety and security. And finally, men deal with money related transactions and trading.” Gop noticed that Priya gave a surprised look as he spoke, as though she had had a revelation. “Yes, this is the same as your varna caste system”, he smiled at Priya again.

“I was about to ask that…” Priya warmed up to the friendly Gop, “It is amazing to see our caste system being used elsewhere and not misused like we do.”

“Hold your thought lady, you might never know. Why don’t you come into the settlement and freshen up; then we could probably give you a short tour of what we do here, followed by an induction ceremony based on your preferences.”

Settlement… Ceremony… What on earth are they talking about? A gazillion questions pirouetted her mind, but something about Gop made her trust and walk calmly beside him, while Vas led the way in a stride.

“Did you realize you guys have abducted me into this… this land of yours without my consent? Who are you guys? What is this place? Who is she talking to over the headset? Where are you taking me?”

“You know you ask a lot of questions…” Gop was laughing.

“Well, I have been called a Pochemuchka”, Priya nodded, “But tell me why am I here?”

“Don’t panic, you will get your answers real soon.”

Gop and Vas – the Elves

I pass the baton for the next part of the story to Megha Sreeram. Read the next part of the story here.

Until next,

Vid 🙂

As Jazzy as it gets

It was the closing day of the five day Spring camp at Swarnabhoomi Academy of Music (called SAM henceforth) and I got the opportunity to experience the same, thanks to Chennai Bloggers Club. Five of the bloggers got together and travelled for over a couple of hours to reach SAM located at Seekinankuppam village on the East Coast Road.


We reached the location at 1 pm and Diane, our host at SAM made sure we had lunch before giving us the campus tour and explaining about the various happenings. Vayitrukku unavu, piragu dhan sevikku – but the food was good, a common one for faculty, students and guests alike. The ambience for music was set right here when I picked up a conversation in the neighbouring table where its occupants were humming and discussing some technique over lunch.

Campus Tour

During the campus tour we visited the various floors, practice and recital halls for various instruments, the open arena. We came to know that the entire campus is designed in the shape of a piano, though we couldn’t get an aerial view of that. The recital halls are named after eminent musicians. All practice rooms are sound proof. Students are allowed to use the practice halls to sing or play in groups or solo any time. The open arena on the terrace is used for jamming sessions by students every Thursday.


In fact the entire college atmosphere is filled with music, and I am sure it would be a stupendous experience studying there. It seems the longest term degree that could be had is the Bachelor’s degree programme which is tied up with McNally Smith College of Music in the USA. Apart from that there are also smaller courses, diplomas and workshops conducted in music production, live performance and such themes.

Konnakol Class

We got the opportunity to sit in one of the classes happening at that time, which turned out to be Indian Music – Konnakol class by Ghatam Karthik. At least I sat the class’s length, and the experience is worth a post by itself. He built the class from the basics of “tha dhi thom nam” and the various nadais, rhythmic rests and kaarvais. From there we (everyone present in that class) gradually went on to recite in sync, complex set of jathis in sankeernam (represents nine). A sample of the patterns that were explained, below:

Thaka dhimi thaka thakita| Thaka dhimi thaka thakita|
Thaka dhimi thaka thakita| Thaka dhimi thaka thakita||
Thaka dhimi thaka thakita| Thaka dhimi thaka thakita|
Thaka dhimi thaka thakita| Tham tham tham tham tha||
Thaka dhimi thaka thakita| Thaka dhimi thaka thakita|
Thaka dhimi thaka thakita|| Tham tham tham tha tham||
Thaka dhimi thaka thakita| Thaka dhimi thaka thakita|
Thaka dhimi thaka thakita| Tham *pause* tham tha tham||

(in Lavangi scale – S R1 M1 D1 S :: S D1 M1 R1 S)

;; ;; RS,D,; SD,M,; DM,R,; MRM||
;; ;; thari kita thaka thom; thari kita thaka thom;  thari kita thaka thom; thakita||
And it went on…

The class extended into an extempore ensemble of all the faculty members performing rasikapriya for us. It was euphoric, listening to Mili Vizcaino for Vocals (Western), Sid Jacobs on the Guitar, Pablo Lapidusas on the Piano, Fabio Bergamini on Drums, Johann Berby on Bass Guitar, Sreyas Narayanun for Vocal (Indian Music), Dr.S.Karthick  on the Ghatam all perform together!

L Shankar’s Speech

There was a special lecture by violinist L Shankar who spoke on various topics from his musical journey, his PhD in Ethnomusicology, his electronic dance music (EDM) band, Shakthi and his invention, the double violin. Certain words of wisdom from his speech, below:

  • Never comment on a piece of music unless you are asked for an opinion. You can even perform with them, but do not comment unless asked.
  • Practice to make your music perfect; do not practice for a performance.
  • Do not take music as a second profession – you either take it up full time or you don’t.
  • The importance of breathing and not using drugs, to youth in general, to musicians in particular.
  • I play the same way for ten people or for a huge crowd of thousands (though I wondered if this is as easy as said)

Interesting Interactions

During break, we had some interesting conversations with the students and faculty. While speaking to Karthik sir on his Lavangi korvai, he said that he had composed a whole thillana in the same raga and I was free to learn and sing it anywhere 🙂 I also got to try playing an instrument that looked like morsing – Sid said it looked like the Jew’s harp which should have been a distorted word for ‘jaws’ harp because we place it between our jaws to play. Whereas the student who had it said that she purchased it in a Tibetan shop in Pondicherry.

Thanks again to Sai from the PR agency, Diane, Rahul and Vinay from SAM. Watch out for the performance of the SAM faculty at the Egmore Museum Theatre on Apr 8th. I have attached a snippet of the kind of fusion that happens when they perform together (this is just a recording of them warming up before performance). The day’s events came to a close by a performance by the jazz fusion band playing what I understood as Hamsadwani.

– Until next,
Vid 🙂

The Red Ring

“Tan tan tana tan tan tana tan tan tada tan….” screamed my phone as the alarm rang. I just flipped it down and silenced it for another 10 minutes of sleep. “Mesha raasi neyargalukku…” I heard the tone like an echo from my house + neighbor’s TV.

Damn… Getting up to rasi palan yet again. How much ever I tried, I was never able to wake up before or much after the program is over. Somehow it is not a good idea to know how bad your day is going to be, right when you start it. Well, the days when this astrologer uncle tells is bad for me, were the ones that actually turned up pretty good. Hence the fear, you see.

Today, was a little different though. He (the astrologer uncle) went a notch up and started explaining the advantages of wearing lucky gemstones and what is the chosen color for people born under my raashi – red it seems. That afternoon my recently-turned-tech-savvy Mom was sitting online and browsing. Only when she called me to sit with her and choose, did I realize she was shopping online for red stoned jewellery.

That is how I landed up at the online website of NAC jewellers, Stylori and got reminded of the CBC contest I had enrolled in. I navigated to Jewellery -> Rings -> Gemstone. Did a filter by stone color where I chose red (as per the prediction suggestion).

Once I chose a particular ring, there were options to customise it. One in particular was in choosing the ring that fits you, that I have not noticed elsewhere. No inch tapes and all – just use your debit card! So, I clicked on find your ring size. Placed my Naturals card on computer display and resized the card image on screen accordingly. Then used an existing ring, placed it on the display in the next screen and chose the right size.

The price range setting is a little irritating though – it resets to 5k plus each time the page refreshes. I wish the webpage is modified to retain the price settings, supporting people with lesser budgets!12191449_10206698449272736_2540664704821492850_n


Now, that the choice is done. Either I get really lucky by just the thought of buying a ring and thus win a voucher, and then use it to actually buy one……. Or I buy the ring, then get lucky and win a voucher, after which I wonder what I can buy with it! Still contemplating.

Until next,

Vid 🙂

Degree Coffee

Thanks for that lovely introduction Kaushik (whose post you may find here). We, as a part of the Chennai Bloggers Club are doing the “CBC Tablog 3” and this post is a part of the same. CBC is a Facebook group of bloggers related to Chennai which started out as a vetti group but now brings out the voice of Chennai! This tablog is about a blend of traditional and mordern Chennai.

I would like to start the post with something I say quite often, especially in a conversation with a non-Chennaiite – “my city has one leg in tradition and the other one in trendy times; and hence she will move at her own pace…” Probably that is how we have blended and made a unique culture for ourselves.


The same place where filter coffee is to die for, also has long queue in Starbucks.

Where upanyasam is popular and performed in English.

People wait till the clock strikes 12 to drink at a party, because that day was new moon’s.

Fridays are casual wear days at office; but for some it is an extra-formal-saree day.

There is an online registration and booking to get appointment with astrologers.

We celebrate Dhoti day; we also celebrate Valentine’s day.

That is Chennai to you 🙂

The next in the series is Madhvi, who writes at She is a marketeer by profession and and has a passion for singing and writing; she writes in genres ranging from fiction to questions and ringing bells.

– Until next,

Vid 🙂

P.S: It is quite probable my next post might come up for the next tablog!

இது சென்னை பதிவர் சங்கத்தின் “அ முதல் ஔ வரை” தொடர்பதிவு. இதில் சென்னை பதிவர் சங்கத்தைச் சேர்ந்த சிலர் பன்னிரெண்டு நாட்களுக்கு உயிர் எழுத்துகளில் தொடங்கும் வார்த்தைகளில் பதிவிட முனைந்துள்ளோம். நான் எடுத்துக்கொண்ட தலைப்பு தமிழ் இசையமைப்பாளர்கள்.

இன்றைய எழுத்து – இ
பாடல் – இரக்கம் வராமல்
இயற்றியவர் – கோபாலகிருஷ்ண பாரதி
– தே. வி 🙂

இது சென்னை பதிவர் சங்கத்தின் “அ முதல் ஔ வரை” தொடர்பதிவு. இதில் சென்னை பதிவர் சங்கத்தைச் சேர்ந்த சிலர் பன்னிரெண்டு நாட்களுக்கு உயிர் எழுத்துகளில் தொடங்கும் வார்த்தைகளில் பதிவிட முனைந்துள்ளோம். நான் எடுத்துக்கொண்ட தலைப்பு தமிழ் இசையமைப்பாளர்கள்.
இன்றைய எழுத்து – ஆ
பாடல் – ஆத்தி சூடி
இயற்றியவர் – பாரதியார்
– தே.வி.

இது சென்னை பதிவர் சங்கத்தின் “அ முதல் ஔ வரை” தொடர்பதிவு. இதில் சென்னை பதிவர் சங்கத்தைச் சேர்ந்த சிலர் பன்னிரெண்டு நாட்களுக்கு உயிர் எழுத்துகளில் தொடங்கும் வார்த்தைகளில் பதிவிட முனைந்துள்ளோம். நான் எடுத்துக்கொண்டுள்ள தலைப்பு தமிழ் இசையமைப்பாளர்கள்.
இன்றைய எழுத்து – அ
பாடல் – அருள வேண்டும் தாயே
இயற்றியவர் – தண்டபாணி தேசிகர்
M.M. Dhandapani Desikar
M.M. Dhandapani Desikar


– தே.வி.

Red says Stop!

This post is part of the Chennai Bloggers Club’s CBC VIBGYOR BLOG TAG where some of us will write a post on the colors of VIBGYOR each day starting 1st of September to the 7th of September.

I was taken to writing to this post after reading this Facebook note titled “Of Evolved Apes and its Rapes”. It was very well written and there is no need for a woman to be a feminist if guys can have such an attitude (please note that I am not talking about a female chauvinist).

Why are women always the victims of rape and molestation? How much ever you argue and rationalize on news articles, debates, facebook, blogs and what not, in the end it boils down to just one thing. There is a possibility of permanent damage for the woman involved and not the man. That, unfortunately is something irreversible. And hence people took up to protecting the treasure called woman and ended up caging them with restrictions. Don’t go out late, don’t work in night shifts, don’t wear revealing clothes, don’t socialize, don’t sneeze, don’t blink, and yeh and woh.

This inturn has led to a trend where in people believe that a guy can have a relationship before marriage and a girl cannot. But I just need clarity on whom the guy is going to have an affair with if all the girls are supposed to love only one guy, the husband. Okay, dear man, what is the state of the girl(/s) with whom you broke up? Who is going to answer for her? After all this I wonder why a girl thinks so much before agreeing to a proporsal. Duh!

As a result, the guy has to-find and woo the right girl the first time-and she accept it (stress on each phrase). During this conversation over coffee with colleagues, C1 said,”You know, this girl I know asked her friend out but he rejected it.” C2: “What is so wrong with him? Avale ketta othukka vendidhu dhaane! And this girl actually came out and asked? Eww how low could girls get these days!” I think that he has the right to say no, but the society brands her with the B-word 😦

It is easier to settle on arranged marriage to avoid all these problems it seems – something of an official dating service where parents joke about things that they otherwise scorn at. First she is made a doll in display, then she is set rules as to how to behave after marriage; but finally people say that the groom’s freedom is gone after marriage! Are you trying to say that she never had the freedom? :O

The color theme for today’s post is RED. And I am just saying STOP having cliches on women!

– Until next,

Vid 🙂

Orange, Viboothi and more …

This post is part of the Chennai Bloggers Club’s CBC VIBGYOR BLOG TAG where some of us will write a post on the colors of VIBGYOR each day starting 1st of September to the 7th of September.

The color theme for today’s post is ORANGE, and dont we all remember the orange (kaavi) clad sadhu’s giving spiritual talks and sacred ropes and ash to solve any problem when a devotee goes and visits them? Is this one such instance? Well, read along …

We never had a music teacher at school for quite sometime. So we students used to get together after school and practise ourselves for group singing competitions. One such regular was Bharath Vikas Parishad, where they generally give songs before hand and we have to choose from one of them.

On the day of the competition, we had all gathered in the venue and were whispering planning last minute. Suddenly the noise in the hall died down and a woman donned in orange (kaavi) robes had entered the hall followed by her retinue. They all walked right to the front row and got seated. The day’s events started only after she gave a go – “should be very important person huh!”, I thought.

The practice paid edho-konjam reward and we successfully completed performing during our slot. Then we broke for lunch and there was a gap of half an hour before results were to be announced. As usually happens, the MC said that the stage was ours, anybody can volunteer to sing or mimic or show their talent (technically, they wanted the crowd to be entertained).

It wasn’t exactly voluntary in my case, as my friends compelled and pushed me to go and sing something solo. One person actually went over to the announcement desk and noted down my name and school, so I had no choice but to go on stage when my name was called! Extempore singing it was, almost 😛

Standing at the podium and blinking, I had just a few seconds to choose a song and start singing before the crowd might most probably start jeering. I started off “Ramam bhaje Shyamam manasa…” and somehow managed to complete the song, though my hands were shivering all the while 😦

Here comes the best part. Remember the retinue of the samiyar woman I told? One of those guys called me and questioned me things that almost fit to a resume. Then he took me to this kaavi-clad lady and said, “Amma, ippo paadinadhu indha ponnu dhan…” (This is the girl who sang just now…)

That lady stared at me for a few seconds, then turned to her sidekick and nodded. He opened a manja pai and gave her a box. She took some sacred ash (viboothi) and smeared on my forehead, and said “Ennul irundha iraivana nee ezhuppitta… Nalla iru!” (You aroused the God in me, bless you) 😀 😛

You can imagine how much I would have been ridiculed by my friends. You know what they refer to the song till date as? Viboothi Paatu!!! Thus this is the story of how a song Ramam bhaje Shyamam manasa (referring to Rama / Krishna) got the identity of ‘viboothi paatu’. The irony!

– Until next,

Vid 🙂

Green is Possessive

This post is part of the Chennai Bloggers Club’s CBC VIBGYOR BLOG TAG where some of us will write a post on the colors of VIBGYOR each day starting 1st of September to the 7th of September.

The color theme for today’s post is GREEN.

“Green is a color that encourages us to want to own things and people, to collect and possess”.

Dad used to get frequent transfers and thus we had to keep shifting houses. In one such apartment, there were this family of an uncle, aunty and their daughter of seven years. She studied in the same school as I did, but she was not someone whom I preferred to mingle with, as she was one of these reserved single children who kept to themselves. Plus there was a decently huge age difference between us.

The only time when I had ever seen the girl excited was when their relative paid a visit. She ran to the gate and hugged and was pampered by the relative, that conveyed mutual affection and liking. It was a weekday but we had quarterly holidays, so the dads and uncles had gone to office. I was playing in the verandah, when I heard a commotion next door. The aunty was shouting at her daughter and the daughter had apparently been crying all the while because her eyes were blood shot.

“What kind of respect is that you are giving me, your mother, by being silent to my question? You better answer right now or else…”

“I don’t like what you gave … I liked only mami‘s.”

“How can you say that! Who is your mother here? Will your mami buy things for you everyday? You are my daughter and you have to obey my words …”

“You only asked me an answer…”

“You dare talk back to your mother? That too in front of the relatives … What will they think of me?? That I did not raise you properly …” And she went on in this fashion for another ten minutes and cried and stormed into the kitchen. It was then I saw the kid silently sobbing and joining hands in prayer and murmuring something.

The aunty came out again … “Oh my! Why are you crying? It is me who should cry. Did you know the day you were born they took you away from me and kept you in an incubator? They let me see you only after a couple of days! Avlo ellam kashta pattu valathuttu naan unna thittuvena? (after raising you with such difficulties, will I scold you ever?)”

She gave her daughter a tight hug and a teary kiss on the forehead and went back to the kitchen again.

I really do not know what the girl prayed for, but I wish with all my heart that it comes true!

– Until next,

Vid 🙂

Blue Male-ody

This post is part of the Chennai Bloggers Club’s CBC VIBGYOR BLOG TAG where some of us will write a post on the colours of VIBGYOR each day starting 1st of September to the 7th of September.

The colour theme for today’s (technically yesterday’s) post is BLUE. Blue signifies boys right! Thus reblogging one of my old posts on ragas and men 😉

Vid Dev

“Why should boys have all the fun?”

Yeah… Even the music society is very male – chauvinistic in its approach. Why else have the composers / musicians / researchers  mostly hailed and praised the fairer sex? “…thodayla aadhi thaalatha potta… kidaikira ragam karaharapriya va shanmugapriya va sree priya va…” – see, all girl names 😉

So I thought let me try to personify the less-in-number, not-much-metaphorised male counterparts. Here goes…

  • Kalyana Vasantham – amma paiyyan (mother’s boy)
  • Mohanam – Mr. Fair and Handsome
  • Hamsanadham – casual
  • Sankarabharanam – the slow (but not dim-witted) WISE guy
  • Begada – gym body, but not the getting into fight types
  • Atana – the brawly kind
  • Behag – U. S. returned high-fi (attention getting) guy
  • Brindavana Saranga – the complete charmer
  • Kannada & Kaanada – twins.. say, Thomson and Thompson
  • Sama – lazy bones (mostly with a hangover)
  • Simmendra Madhyamam – opposite of a tomboy…

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Karumai nira Kanna

This post is part of the Chennai Bloggers Club’s CBC VIBGYOR BLOG TAG where some of us will write a post on the colors of VIBGYOR each day starting 1st of September to the 7th of September.

The color theme for today’s post is INDIGO. Indigo, google says is karuneelam; and what better representation of the color than Krishna?

On seeing Shobana’s dance recital posters, I wanted to do a song dedication to Krishna, Krishna Jayanthi special! Here goes:

கண்ணல்லவோ – ஊத்துக்காடு வேங்கட சுப்பையர்
ராகம் :

கண்ணல்லவோ (ஸ்வாமி) கார்மேனி கட்டழகா நீ எந்தன் (கண்ணல்லவோ)

வண்ண மலர் போலும் சின்னஞ்சிறு பெண்கள் வந்து வந்து நகைப்பதை பாராய்
பண்ணரும் குழலூதிடும் பிள்ளாய் இங்கிதமோ தகுமோ சொல்லாய் எண்ணமொடு சினமாவது தள்ளாய் என்னெதிரில் முத்தம் தர நில்லாய் (கண்ணல்லவோ)

கொய் மலர் நீல குவளை விழியாலே வையாது வைகின்ற கண்ணா
கையளவு வெண்ணை தந்தால் மெய்யவும் போதாதென்று பைய பைய வாதாடுறாய் அய்யய்யய்ய அய்யா நீ (கண்ணல்லவோ)

ஓய்ச்சல் ஒழிவில்லாது உன் காவல் செய்தால் ஊராரென்ன சொல்வாரோ கண்ணா
ஆய்ச்சியர்கள் முன்னே வந்து கூச்சலிட்டுப் போனார்கள் பேச்சென்ன இனிமேலே சேச்சே சேச்சே சே (கண்ணல்லவோ)

Aínt you the darling of my eyes, the dark bodied Krishna!

Don’t you see a bunch of colorful pretty girls giggling at you! You, who play beautiful tunes in your flute, please let go of your anger and come here, give me a kiss please…

With eyes round like the freshly plucked kuvalai flowers, you chide, but you don’t mean it; not content with a handful of butter, you argue for more.

Keeping a watchful eye on you is a tiring job in itself; and Shepherdess come and yell at me for all that mischief you do. Better not to talk to me!

Below is TN Seshagopalan’s rendition of the song in youtube.


– Until next,

Vid 🙂

Violet and Royalty

This post is part of the Chennai Bloggers Club’s CBC VIBGYOR BLOG TAG where some of us will write a post on the colors of VIBGYOR each day starting 1st of September to the 7th of September.

The color theme for today’s post is supposedly VIOLET, and I am writing about PURPLE 😀 An account of my 2nd experience with Swarasadhana; first being this.

Purple is one of my favorites and it signifies all these:

Royalty – Prince Rama Verma, the teacher of the Paatu Pattarai I had been today, is a descendant of the Maharaja Swathi Thirunal and Raja Ravi Varma from Kerala.

Richness – Everything I learnt today, be it the raga, swara excercises, songs, overflowing information on anything related to music, voice culture tips – spelt rich and class.

Quality that demands respect –Sir’s patience and his way of imparting knowledge such that a student with any kind of musical (or non-musical) background will understand.

Conceit – Not exactly on the negative note, I saw pure narcissm in a few songs that were Mangalampalli Balamurali Krishna’s compositions. Apparently his love for his own name is very profound in his compositions – atleast in the ones I learnt over the weekend. ‘Murali’ is the most artistically accentuated phrase and he sings it with so much improvisations and love.

Noble people don’t have usual rules – There was this raga I got introduced to called Lavangi. There is an unsaid rule that a raga should have atleast 5 swaras in the scale. This one had just four (check the link video). For someone who had no idea of the word before today, at the end of the session, I was seeing patterns of Sa Ri Ma Da everywhere around me like the Matrix Neo – such was the greatness of the tutelage!


– Until next,

Vid 🙂

Peace of Award

After raking my brains for nearly two weeks, I finally know what I am going to write for this award post. First and foremost, thanks a million Bragadeesh Prasanna for tagging me here, you are such a dear as always!

So what do I make of this award? I thought the giver wished me with Inner Peace and wants to know my opinion on when and what gives me peace of mind.

What does Inner Peace mean to me? This was the trickiest part. Truth is, I had no clues. As usual, I went to Google-anandha for answers; did not be of faintest help, it only confused me if at all. Then I thought of Kungfu Panda and a post in those lines. Hehe… sounded pathetic even in my mind. Two of my best pals used to tell me to come to peace with myself; a phrase I have munched and masticated all these days but never have been able to digest.

And finally the answer dawned on to me! It should have been dancing (rather singing) in front of my face for qutie sometime, and I had failed to notice. Music. Not just ‘telling my hobby is listening to music and having a playlist’ kind of music. But good music. To be even more specific, listening to good music. When singing gives me adrenalin, listening to music can set me at peace.When I am agitated, or whatever state of mind I am in, it can bring me back to normalcy.


I would like to pass this on the following people and hope they write about it.










Thanks Brags, guess now you know what inner peace means to me:)

– Unitl next,

Vid 🙂

Vid’s life in 6 words

Now that is definitely a challenge… To describe your life in 6 words, and to look back at it sometime later and not regret it… Atleast that is what I percieved out of the videos and reading on the net.

This post has been published as a part of ‘CBC’s Six-Word Memoir Tag’. Read previous post by Prashanth here. Prash is an Engineer by force; Techie by choice; Writer by passion; (Decent) Singer by voice; Orator by speech; Mainframe techie; Loves Warsteiner (beer); AP(E) by nick; Dreamer by sleep; Blogger by chance and altogether fun !!


Well, in 6 words, my Life is a


Thanks to all who have been a part of creating my Harmony; or Pandemonium; or both!!! ahem, lol, thanks a million 😀 🙂 ❤

6 word memoir

Next comes Gils’ post. Someone whom I am honored to introduce …
He is the tigers empty cage; the mysterys final page; the strangers lonely glance; the heros only chance; the undiscovered land; the single grain of sand; the christmas morning toy; the gin in the gin-soaked boy… Okay that is what he calls himself.

Gils has been blogging for nearly 8 years now (oops) and his trademark is his humor and wit, I feel. He is known for his timing witty comments / posts whatever be it, and we at CBC chellama call him the “Humor King” 😀 At the sametime, I don’t think there is anyone he knows whom he has never been cursed by, because he teased them sometime somewhere… no no, all the time, everywhere… So you better be careful there! Over to Gils!

– Until next,

Vid 🙂

Letter Writing is Fun

“Letter writing is the only device for combining solitude with good company” – Lord Byron.

We had a blogger meet in a cool place called the Zha (as in Tamizh Zha) Cafe. Before leaving, these people offered us post cards that can be addressed and posted to near and dear ones. Later on, people from the CBC (a blogger group I am associated with) took up to reviving the art of letter writing, wherein members exchanged addresses and posted letters.

On both these instances, my reaction in the start was, why would someone write letters when we have advanced so much that we can text, PM, call and whatsapp people the moment we wanted to? What difference was it going to make? After all, if you were very bent on writing it in a letter format, go on do the same and send it in one of the social network you are connected to the other person with. It should be a waste of time and resources, right?!

Well, that was my initial reaction. But then, I wanted to take part in the fun just for the heck of it and sent my address to a couple of people also. Not expecting much out of the process.

Then the letters started getting delivered and people started talking about it. It created a stir in the group and more wanted to do this. Of course, it is not the writing that matters. The content is, because it gets personalized for the receiver. I believe this creates a sense of bonding with the sender.

Now, a letter to me is a proof that someone wants to share information with you, communicate inspite of the time it takes for the process to get completed; it is etched forever, something that can be taken up and reread. Memories forever – I still treasure those letters that dad wrote when I was studying here and he was working in a nearly-village-town.

In fact, I realized that the anticipation was all the more exciting, and not irritating. It so happened that I got a letter delivered at home when I was at office. And I had to wait for 6 solid hours to actually know what it was all about. Nail – biting, I would say 🙂 And our Adminji, who was the first to write to me, sent me a twig of dried flowers all the way from Goa.

Yes, so it is good to revive these long-forgotten habits, and letter-writing is indeed fun!

To those I have promised I will write, will do so by this weekend. And those who got my address, awaiting yours!!


and that was an even older method of communicating we can try to revive next! Pura Vidu Thoodhu - Courtesy, VinodVV Photography
and that was an even older method of communicating we can try to revive next!
Pura Vidu Thoodhu – Courtesy, VinodVV Photography

– Until next,

Vid 🙂

Serene Sunday?

Well, serenity was nowhere near in the mood, as I got up at 3.45 AM due to a disturbed sleep. And I ended up writing for a theme post on Serene Sunday! Life is full of ironies 😉

This post is part of The Chennai Bloggers Club’s Serene Sunday series initiated to keep the spirit of blogging alive and challenging.

Serene Sunday – What is serenity to you?

Okay, so that is the question I am trying to answer here. First, I asked myself, what is serenity? Like I usually do, I rushed upto Google for help – “An expanse of clear sky or calm sea; calm, tranquil and untroubled”.

Well, I can think of stuff that does not mean serenity to me:

  • Waking up to the sound of someone scolding or yelling at you – I tell you, that can easily spoil the entire day’s mood
  • Having coffee in your backyard hoping for a good sunrise, but being treated to a sight of trees in your neighbor’s garden being cut down
  • Checking your mail and realizing that you have been selected for the finals of a certain competition, whose results you were awaiting (not serene need not be just agitation, it can be excitement also)
  • Travelling by train where a transgender demands you for money else they curse everyone in your family tree 😦 (it disturbs me because otherwise, I respect them as fellow human beings)
  • Starting late for a concert/movie, getting stuck up in traffic and swearing at yourself through the wait!
  • Having a row with your best friend and missing talking to them
  • Going to the beach alone, but your mind is in a total chaos

Well, hoping and wishing none of the above happens to you, who is reading this, and a happy peaceful Sunday to you 🙂 🙂

– Until next,

Vid 🙂

Days go by…

This is a chain love story as a part of CBC (Chennai Bloggers Club) chain story relay. In this we write a love story as this month is for love. 20 Bloggers will write one chapter of a love story to make a beautiful love story. 🙂  How do you know it will be a beautiful story? Never mind, Love stories are beautiful.

The story starts with episode 1 and then flows here. The latest episode by Rajiv (who is an amazing mridangist & blogger and my school friend) is what I shall continue. Thanks for the intro and passing the tag, Rajiv! Without further ado:

Ahalya woke up with a start. She was reminded of the last encounter with the strange fellow whom she kept meeting again and again. She went up to the mirror and looked at herself. She was not exactly what you can call pretty, but she did have a charm in her eyes. She smiled at that thought 🙂

She made her bed and took her phone in her hand. It was blinking. When she unlocked and checked, it was a Facebook message… from someone she did not know… Her heart beat faster as she opened the profile. It was the same face, boyish, rugged and a casual smile. The name read “Guru, the Sapient”. She got back and read the message -“I liked you when I first saw you. Those eyes, they captivated me. I didn’t think I will meet you again. But now we have met. I thought it would be nice to know each other better… Remember me? :D”

A: Hi, that was quick! Sapient? :O That wise, are we?

G: It also means attempting to appear wise..

A: Ah, okay wise man 😛 What is it with the eyes??

G: I generally don’t look into eyes and talk.. that’s what people complain.. But yours were inescapable!!!

A: ??!! (She was glad he cannot see her blushing right now.)

That was the last line of chat that Guru was able to see for nearly a week now. He did not initiate any further conversation, worried that he had crossed the line.

It was 13th Feb already and he was to start for Bangalore that night for an official work. But he did not have the heart to go. He was wishing he had not seen her. At the same time , he did not have the guts to get back and talk to her. She had not accepted his friend’s request yet.

He did a last try.

G: Good morning!

After 6 hours of constant checking for notifications, he got a reply.

A: Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?

G: Haha!! All of them at once.. you read the Hobbit?

A: Of course, my favourite. Hey I am sorry about the other day, power shut down at my place.

G: (Phew!) So, all set for tomorrow?

A: Sweden is going to be my ticket to freedom. Still am not able to believe I am leaving Chennai… So the answer is no, a lot of shopping and packing is still pending.

G: Okay.. Hey listen! This time shall we plan and meet? There is a restaurant next to the gift shop I met you in. Meet you there, say, in another half hour?

A: Woah, woah! Hold on… We both know it is not possible to meet up now, and you still plan when and where?

G: Why not? Oh come on, I am starting right now. Cya soon.

A: What if I don’t turn up?

G: I know you will.. And he went offline..

Ahalya was wearing a printed orange-white-black full skirt and black shirt. She stood at the entrance of A2B twiddling her car keys and waved when she saw him. He parked his bike and she came by and shook hands with him. She was the only girl he had seen shake hands. They got a table and ordered chaat.

He placed the charcoal-drawing paper on the table and pushed it towards her. Her wide-eyed, lit-up face was a treat to watch then. “Thanks!”, she uttered finally.

They ate in silence. The waiter kept the bill and she picked it immediately.

“Hey usually girls don’t do this..”

“Do what?”

“Pick the bill when they go out with a guy.”

“Is there any rule? Should it not be mutual? You pay the next time, I will keep my wallet at home and come.”

“Next time? When is that? How?”

With a sly smile she said, “I am starting tomorrow morning. You are the Sapient, figure it out. Bye!”

… to be continued by Gitanjali Naidu who likes to be known as one happy thing who scribbles at <> – among other things 🙂
– Until next,
Vid 🙂

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