Friday, January 27, 2006

The Strings Broke Long Ago...

Photo: Ira Landgarten (C)

On January 27, 1986, the world lost one of its finest musicians at the young age of 54. Pandit Nikhil Banerjee, the quiet, unassuming sitar virtuoso, passed away two days after he had played Darbari Kanada and Hemant at the Dover Lane Music Conference in Calcutta despite severe illness. It was his younger daughter Devdutta's birthday -- a relative had arrived with a cake for the little girl. Panditji got up to greet the guest and collapsed immediately. The fingers that he had punished into unreal command over his instrument would glide over it no more.

"Mr. Banerjee", as he liked to be called, was a musician's musician. Uncompromising in his performances, he brought to the stage an unparalleled level of commitment, focus and tayyari (preparation). His leisurely alaaps, elaborate gatkari and blinding taans have rarely been equalled. But he also maintained a strongly individual presence, distinct from his illustrious contemporaries Pandit Ravi Shankar and Ustad Vilayat Khan. In the words of Ustad Ali Akbar Khan:
"The style of alaap of our gharana -- unhurried, steady -- has always been present in his alaaps. But the truly personal element of his playing was his "feeling". Music is essentially sa-re-ga-ma, there is nothing beyond it. But that "feeling" is a truly individual achievement. And Nikhil had just that. You could call it his personal "touch" or "behaviour" in his playing. Of course, the road has to be shown by the guru. So one can say that by travelling on the road shown by Baba [Ustad Allauddin Khan] Nikhil has found his own road."
Mr Banerjee's few recorded interviews give us a glimpse into the life of a man who devoted everything he had to the singleminded pursuit of music, elevating it from a performing art to a profound spiritual quest, far beyond commercial concerns and gharana rivalries (perhaps his most unique achievement was that nearly every performing musician loved him). In one of these interviews, he says:
"In India, [music] was practised to know the Supreme Truth. It is not only for the entertainment of the people, no. When we play for the people -- perhaps I cannot play that beautiful music, but I try -- but idea is to lift up the mind of the listeners, and place them in front of the space, or you know, you can say God, you can say power, you can say energy... You have seen perhaps, specially in Western music, Western musicians in their old age, they take their instruments and go to church and play. It is not the church or the building. He is playing not for the public, but for something else. Because through music you can earn lot of money, fame, but that cannot give you satisfaction of mind. Your mind can only be satisfied when you play for the something else and tell that, you know, this is what I want to express through my music. So it is said in India that my music cannot see Him or touch Him, but my music touches His feet."
Nikhil Banerjee passed away long before I had the remotest interest in classical music. I first heard him in a concert recording of Hem Behag, with Pandit Kishen Maharaj on the tabla, a performance so astonishing that I was hooked for life. Years later, during the festival of Durga Puja, I was travelling in a taxi through the jam-packed Calcutta streets when I heard it again, floating above the milling crowds from some unknown source. I have not forgotten that sound.

Mr Banerjee, it is twenty years since you left us to play closer to the feet of the Something Else. Thank you for the notes you left behind.


Throughout the weekend, Nikhil Banerjee will play on Besur Betal Betar.

For more on Mr. Banerjee, the following websites may be useful:
Also, Swapan Bandyopadhyay's biography of Nikhil Banerjee, "Taar Chhnide Gechhe Kobe" ("The Strings Broke Long Ago", Ananda Publishers, 1994) makes good reading, albeit in a very overdramatic style. Only in Bengali, I'm afraid -- let's see if I can post a translation.

Monday, January 23, 2006

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

All India Radio's archival releases of Ustad Allauddin Khan now playing on Besur Betal Betar. Jaijayanti, Emni Bilawal, Gara, Paraj Basant, Malhar ke Prakar, Chhayanat, Puriya Dhaneshree, Alhaiya Bilawal, Basant and Bhairavi. All recordings are from 1959-60, and most are approximately half an hour long.

Went skiing over the weekend at Lake Tahoe, as a rank novice. Fell over a number of times (which was fun) but also managed clean runs and very gentle parallels on the easy slopes (which was better). Nice drives out and back, with some hairily skiddy stretches on thin snow (esp. at night when the dividers on the road were well-nigh invisible). Carson Pass was high, cold and snowy. Our cabin porch was overhung with a row of long icicles and everything pretty much everywhere for miles around was buried in billowing piles of snow.

Friday, January 13, 2006


... on the cover of a DVD of "Mr. and Mrs. Iyer":
... One Is a Married Traditional South Indian Brahmin Mrs. Meenakshi Iyer. The Other, a Suave Single Wildwife Photographer...
If you've seen the film, I guess the typo is even funnier. I wish I was Rahul Bose.

Sunday, January 01, 2006

New York, New York

My New York pictures are here! Woohoo! Got them developed and scanned at Wolf Camera, which far exceeded my expectations (my last roll went through Walmart) albeit at a price. Here are some of the tolerable ones:

The film was Kodak black-and-white 400 ASA, processed in C-41 chemistry (and no, it was not T-Max, it didn't seem to have a name, in fact). I'm quite pleased with it. Here are a few more shots, of my cousin's family -- please note the beautiful behaviour of the film both outdoors (first two) and indoors (last two):

And finally, this is the Memorial Auditorium at Stanford, shot in evening light. Grain? What grain? :)

More new odds and ends, in both colour and black-and-white, at my Flickr page. Mostly portraits, some street shots.

PS: Ho ho ho I have this crazy Pentacon glass
At 50/1.8 it's an old normal with some class
It's razorsharp yet smooth on skin
And fills the greys from thick to thin
It's twenty-five years old and yet, it's not for sale, alas :P