Wednesday, June 17, 2026

WHERE WORDS FAIL, MUSIC SPEAKS!

 
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“Music is life. That’s why our hearts have beats.” Cecily Morgan

In times immemorial, music existed! Not in the manner that it does today, but in the rustle of the wind, the whispering of the greens, the gushing of water and in the crescendo of a waterfall! It nestled in the buzzing of bees, in the melodious chirping of the birds and the sonorous rumbling of thunder… these were, perhaps, the first sounds that inspired the very idea of music. In fact, it was Shakespeare himself who said, “The earth has music for those who listen.”


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The very first musical instruments were believed to be bone flutes that came into existence in the Upper Paleolithic era. Different civilizations – Egyptian, Greek, Chinese, Persian, Mesopotamian, Middle Eastern and of course, Indian, had their versions of ancient music that influenced the world.

In olden times, early man in hunter and gatherer societies also used crude instruments like rattles, drums and shakers out of gourds, reeds, bark and skins.


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There were also towering figures who were credited with creating music, such as our very own Hindu Goddess Saraswati, Shah Jamshed in Persian/Iranian culture and Jubal, the descendent of Cain in Christian mythology. In Chinese mythology, it was the famed musician Ling Lun, whose ear for tunes caught the songs of the mythical Feng Huang birds from where he invented the bamboo flute. The Muses in Greek mythology were also believed to play a part in having invented the arts, including music.

India had a rich repository of ancient music mentioned in Sanskrit, right from the four Vedas to the works of Kalidasa. Ilango Adigal wrote extensively about music in his Silappatikaram, which is considered one of the earliest Tamil epics. It is a glorious tale about the handsome young merchant Kovilan who marries the loyal and virtuous Kannagi, but is led astray by his passion for Madhavi, the beauteous courtesan. Music plays a significant role when the lovers sing about their love for each other and betrayal, in a music festival dedicated to Indra, the king of the gods. Later, they forsake their love and Kovilan returns to his faithful Kannagi who forgives him. She gives him her priceless anklet so that he can make some money to start life again.

When Kovilan tries to sell Kannagi’s anklet to a greedy goldsmith, he is unjustly accused of stealing the queen’s anklet. The incensed king has him executed without a trial. A heartbroken Kannagi storms into the king’s court and proves that the anklet belongs to her. She throws her anklet which breaks open, showering rubies on the floor. The queen’s anklet contained pearls within.

The king, filled with remorse, kills himself, and his queen, unable to bear the shame, soon follows suit. Kannagi’s fury still burns high and she curses the city of Madurai, burning it to the ground, till goddess Meenakshi, the guardian of Madurai, calms her down. Later, Kannagi was worshipped as a goddess holding an anklet in her hand, in parts of South India and Sri Lanka.


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Mian Tansen’s name is synonymous with Hindustani music. He was a celebrated musician in the court of Raja Man Singh of Gwalior who gave him his first break. Later, he was patronized by Raja Ramachandra Singh Baghel of Rewa. His amazing musical talent and his knowledge soon reached the ears of the Mughal emperor, Akbar. At the age of sixty, Tansen became one of Akbar’s Navaratnas, one of his nine gems, and he was given the title of Mian by the emperor. Tansen went on to compose many classical compositions which form the bedrock of Hindustani music. He was also a brilliant instrumentalist.


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Every year, a national music festival is held near Tansen’s tomb at Hazira, Gwalior, in his honour. Selected exponents of Hindustani classical music are awarded with the Tansen Samman on the occasion.

There are legends galore about the virtuosity and brilliance of Tansen’s musical talent. It is believed that he could cause rain by rendering the Raga Megh Malhar and light lamps by performing Raag Deepak. His talents also included taming wild animals by singing to them.

Another famed singer and poet was Mirabai, whose bhajans about Krishna are sung even today with fervour. Mirabai was married to Bhoj Raj, the crown prince of Mewar, and her adoration for Krishna made her in-laws look upon her with rancour. She would immerse herself, singing devotedly to her blue god, and maybe it was her devout worship that made her escape attempts on her life by her husband’s family. It is said that they tried to poison her pretending to send her a glass of nectar. Miraculously, the poison did turn into nectar, or so the legend goes. They also promised her a basket of flowers, sending a snake to bite her, but again, she escaped harm. It was her music that kept her happy and it was her songs that have survived to this very day, though there are doubts about whether all of them were actually penned by her.


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I come from a family of music lovers who firmly believe the Hans Christian Andersen quote which goes: “Where words fail, music speaks.” Right from the rich and meaningful melodies rendered by Hemant Kumar, Mohd. Rafi, Talat Mahmood,  Kishore Kumar, Geeta Dutt, Asha Bhonsle and Lata Mangeshkar, to the more contemporary music makers like Sonu Nigam, Shaan, Kavita Krishnamurthy and the delightful Shreya Ghoshal, to bands like Colonial Cousins and brilliant voices like the husky Usha Uthup and the evergreen Arijit Singh, music has played a stellar role in all our lives.

When I was growing up, Beatle mania was still prevalent, but there were also albums by ABBA, Boney M, the Carpenters, Kenny Rogers, Neil Diamond (a favourite), Cliff Richards and so many more. The one movie that I can watch repeatedly is, without doubt, The Sound of Music, the story of the legendary Von Trapp family.

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And to end, if there is one song which brings a smile on my face and sets my feet a tapping, it is the brilliant song by Gene Kelly in which he dances ever so delightfully… Singing in the Rain. For those of you who have not seen it, here is the link below.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B0asbGJbLKc


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This list of mine is only a drop in the vast ocean of music, and as I hum a song, priding myself on being a bathroom singer, there is only one quote that comes to mind by the inimitable Henry Van Dyke.

“Use what talent you possess. The woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best.”

 This post is  a part of Mixtape Mood Blog Hope hosted by Manali Desai and Sukaina Majeed under #EveryConversationMatters.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

Friday, May 15, 2026

HOME SWEET HOME!

 
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The littlest one of us all was coming home to spend her summer break with Mom. (We were three sisters, till Mom adopted our oldest sister and made her part of our hearts and hearth.) So, the two of us booked our tickets as well, albeit in by different modes of transport, and landed up on Mom’s doorstep, like the proverbial homing pigeons.


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Being home is like being thrown into the midst of the Kumbh Mela, for Mom’s doors are always open, literally and metaphorically. We had grown up with the notion that we would have to share her with the world, and its denizens. Hence, it does not faze us when we come down in the morning, a trifle bleary-eyed, and find an old student and his parents sitting in the drawing room at seven thirty in the morning. Before our first cup of tea is downed, the dining table is often all full, with a friendly barrage of dosas flying their way across onto people’s plates, replete with coconut chutney, three varieties of gunpowder and as many cups of coffee that can be made with the day’s quota of milk. (It is after this that our garrulous maid runs around in circles pulling her hair, trying to procure more packets of milk. After all, the day has just begun!”


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The doorbell is pretty worn out with the number of times it is rung in a day. There was a time when the three of us would go to our respective husbands’ homes. Yes, we had all married boys whose families had settled down in our hometown. It did make life easier, spending time with both sides of the family, which went a long way in cementing relationships, and friendships!

Off we would go with plastic covers, filled with the miscellaneous chores which need to be slipped in as well. These included trips to Bobby Tailors every single time for no one stitched clothes at the drop of a hat like he does, a sojourn to one of the bakeries/ grocery shops/ supermarkets around, a visit to Mom’s school which has been growing by leaps and bounds every year. (Just like the three of us, I suppose!)

Every time we made an appearance, folks would pop out from behind bushes just to remark in loud, honeyed tones, “You have put on weight, haven’t you? / You look so healthy now! /” Always chubby, now chubbier, is the stage whisper that follows! That is when one recalls the popular quote that talks about family and friends. “Thank God we can choose our friends!”

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Visits to the houses of friends and relatives are always, I repeat, always done in the eleventh hour. For example, once, my husband and I had exactly four days, and on day three, there I was, spinning about like a top, trying to fit in as many family visits as I could.

However, over the decades, the number of visits has dropped drastically, firstly because many loved souls have gone to their heavenly abode, and secondly, because we have grown older, if not exactly wiser, and find not that many people older than us. I still recall a time when I was just married, and Mom took us for a round of visits to people who are not even on our visiting lists today. At one place, the lady of the house clasped my hand with fervour, saying how delighted she was to see me married. Then she promptly went and brought out three steaming cups... of the milkiest Bournvita possible! If there are two things I detest, they are milk mixtures of any sort, and crimson, sickly-sweet Roohafza. To cut a long story short, by the time we came back from all those visits, our insides were sloshing with generous quantities of both.

Coming back to the present day, the days fill themselves up as though they have forty-eight hours to spare, instead of the usual twenty-four. By evening, we are back home. Mom is engrossed in her daily soaps, my husband buries himself in his laptop, our nieces and our lone nephew, big and little do their own things. And then, we let our hair down, rush upstairs and plonk ourselves on the bed, wanting to talk, laugh, recollect the past, gossip and just be together. These are the moments that we cherish, when past antics roll in, hand in hand, with the present; when we search for the names of friends, acquaintances and ‘frenemies’ and give them a good rub-down in our minds. In between, we all look at pictures and videos of my little grandchildren, who are growing up overnight like the proverbial beanstalk. We discuss a million topics under the sun, jumping from one to the other with alacrity. Often, a person listening on has no idea of how seamlessly we dive from one topic to another. Around ten calls come from downstairs for dinner, and we troop downstairs, to eat and make merry.


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The dining table has always had a special place in our hearts. When our beloved Parvathy Amma was alive, she would magically rustle up delicious meals in a jiffy. We never knew how she did everything. Today, we have three maids to do what she did single-handedly, and in this one case at least, three heads are not better than one. For all three have a habit of poking their three noses into one another’s affairs, and often, there is a no-man’s land of household chores that get missed out on the way.

Tradition had it that the entire family dined together. After all, a family that dines together stays together. Often, our uncles and aunts would come over, with our cousins. Our grandparents would sit at the table, and all the adults would follow suit. The children would follow a hierarchy of seating... the oldest ones would be allowed to sit with the adults, while the younger ones would sit on the staircase, with their plates on their knees. That tradition continues still.

Getting back to the present, after the usual courses of dinner, followed by delicious mangoes, cake and ice cream, provided by kindly friends who know we are around, we get back to our nattering. This time, Mom also joins us, and regales us with her quota of the day’s events and the number of ‘interesting/ eccentric’ folks who have brightened her day. We sit around her as she slowly drifts off to sleep, and then continue our conversation in whispers.

One night, we sat downstairs and talked till three in the morning, after the whole household had dozed off. At three, just as we were about to call it a night, down came Mom, rubbing her eyes. She sat down to remonstrate with us, but got caught up in the excitement. Finally, when we decided to break off, it was five in the morning. Luckily, the next day was a Sunday.

 Now I have my own home two kilometres away, my husband and I having shifted over to our hometown to be able to spend time with our mothers. I leave with the mock-warning, “Don’t have fun without me!” In two days, our middle sister will also leave. But these are some of the wonderful moments that get crystallized in our hearts; the hearty guffaws, the punny ‘jokelies’ that hit rock bottom, the little gossip sessions that hurt no one, the serious discussions that enrich our minds, giving a piece of our minds to the errant maids, and the warmth that surrounds us all because of the presence of Mom, who has always been a beacon in our lives. She it is who has kept us together, she it is who has pulled the strings that hold us in tandem, and she it is who has made home a word that draws us back, again and again.

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 This post is a part of ''Fam Jam Blog Hop' hosted by Manali Desai and Sukaina Majeed under #EveryConversationMatters.



 


Thursday, May 14, 2026

DEAR MR. BOND...!

 

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Dear Mr. Bond,

I remember the day you breezed into Chennai for the launch of your book titled ‘Hip Hop Nature Boy and Other Poems’. There was an eager audience at the Taj waiting to lap up your every word, and you did not disappoint us in the least. When you spoke, it was with your inimitable humour, and you had us all in splits with your witty one-liners.


When you were six, you wrote your first short story in your notebook, and your master found it, read it and pronounced, “Bond, you’re wasting your time.” When you tore up your story and consigned it to the dustbin, did you ever think that, decades later, you would be one of the most beloved storytellers that India has ever produced? No wonder you told us that day, “So, friends, if you write, leave your teachers out!”

I wonder what that master thinks of your writing now!

I was one of the lucky journalists who got an opportunity to interact with you over a two-hour interview. Mr. Bond, those were two precious hours in my literary life, where you regaled me with nuggets about your Victorian grandmother who believed that children should be seen and not heard, and your father who inspired you with his storytelling skills to stimulate your reading and imagination.

An Encounter that I will Always Remember!

I felt a kinship with you when you spoke of how the classics, including Wuthering Heights, had inspired you, and did so even when you reread it as an adult. Writing was considered unfashionable when you were young and people suggested that you join the Army instead, instead of wasting your time with words. I remember chuckling when you added, “Thank God I didn’t, for otherwise, the Army would have been in bad shape.”

As we continued speaking, the hours went by and I remained mesmerised. It was such a pleasure to talk about your love for India, and its little seaside resorts, the Army cantonments and the tiny, neglected spots that make up our fascinating country. You also appreciated the effort that had been made to turn your books into celluloid – ‘A Flight of Pigeons’ into Junoon, ‘Susanna’s Seven Husbands’ into Saat Khoon Maaf and of course, ‘The Blue Umbrella’ which won the National Award for Best Children’s Film.


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There is no doubt that you are one of our best known and popular writers, amiable and pink-cheeked, and your writing is like the rustling of leaves on a balmy summer afternoon. Or the gentle flowing of a river that chuckles its way over rocks and eddies. However, I remain entranced with your funny bone, and that too stems from my having spent time, listening as you waxed eloquent on your life and your writing and how self-deprecating you were when you joked about your musical abilities.

“But it would be a grave mistake to ask me to sing. Birds fall silent, cows rush across the road and cars crash!”

Do you believe in ghosts? I recall your answer to that.

“I don’t believe in ghosts, but I keep seeing them. I actually make them up.”

I will always cherish the advice that you offered me and all writers.

“Put down what you see or read in a journal and be interested in the world and its people.” Advice that I have taken very seriously!

As our conversation came to an end, I felt that it had been an enlightening and entertaining two hours. My final question to you brought forth the most amusing reply.

Do you ever say to people, “My name is Bond; Ruskin Bond?”

You countered that by talking about your uncle, a dentist who was the namesake of James Bond.

“When my uncle passed away, I wrote his epitaph;

‘Stranger, approach this spot with gravity. James Bond is filling his last cavity.”

And that is the essence of the one and only Ruskin Bond!

 


 Happy birthday to the amazing pen smith who makes every story feel like home! You're truly one in a million!


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Wednesday, May 6, 2026

#READTHENEW – #BLOGCHATTERA2Z CHALLENGE

 
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Participating in the #BlogchatterA2Z Challenge this year was as exciting as it has been over the past few years. This year, however, I did manage to catch up on reading more blogs than I had done in the previous challenges, maybe because I did it in a more organised fashion this time. Normally, I am all over the place and the process is chaotic. Some blogs made me go back to them repeatedly, while there were others I wish I could have read more of.

I have collated the blogs that I have enjoyed and read below. 


1. Manali Desai:

1. (A)Ftertaste - A Rustic Mind

2. (B)orrowed - A Rustic Mind 

3. (G)oodbye - A Rustic Mind 

4. (J)udgment – A Rustic Mind

5. (P)ause - A Rustic Mind 

6. (U)nsaid - A Rustic Mind

7. (Y)ours - A Rustic Mind 

8. (U)nsaid - A Rustic Mind


2. Srivalli Rekha:

1. And... It's Time for the Divine Union - Srivalli Rekha

2. Birth of the Commander - Srivalli Rekha 

3. A Heavenly Message to Skanda - Srivalli Rekha 

4. Just Call Love, Valli - Srivalli Rekha 

5. Not a Routine Love Story - Srivalli Rekha 

6. Over to the Other Brother - Srivalli Rekha

7. Quest for Love - Srivalli Rekha 

8. Under the Moonlit Sky - Srivalli Rekha 

 

3. talesofsuchita.com:

1. Anyway - talesofsuchita.com

2. You Do Not Need Storytelling Skills, You need Clarity - talesofsuchita.com

3. The Gift by talesofsuchita.com

4. Phantom Hug of Home - talesofsuchita.com

5. Everything Else is just Noise - talesofsuchita.com

6. Little One, little One! talesofsuchita.com

7. A Prayer on the Wind - talesofsuchita.com

8. Zindagi in Small Doses - talesofsuchita.com

9. Rare Flowers - talesbysuchita.com


4. Reubenna Dutta:

1. A for Apathy - Reubenna Dutta

2. C for Cursed - Me Movies More - Reubenna Dutta 

3. H for Humanity - Reubenna Dutta 

4. J for Jealousy - Reubenna Dutta

5. N for Nihilist - MeMoviesMore - Reubenna Dutta 

6. Q for Quaint - Reubenna Dutta

7. T for Talkative - Reubenna Dutta 

 

5. Christopher DSouza:

1. Scripted in Sanity - Hell hath no Fury - Christopher Dsouza

2. The Narration - Christopher DSouza 

3. Once Upon a Voice - Scripted in Sanity - Christopher DSouza 

4. Pic of Theseus - Christopher DSouza 

5. Rage against the Machine - Christopher DSouza 

6. Zigzag Journey - Christopher DSouza 

 

6. Harshita Nanda:

1 The Prehistoric Caves of Bhimbetka - Harshita Nanda – undecidedindubai

2. Rakhigarhi, India's Largest Harappan site - Harshita Nanda - undecidedindubai

3. The Caves of Udayagiri - Harshita Nanda - undecidedindubai

4. Alauddin Khilji, the saviour of Delhi - Harshita Nanda - undecidedindubai

5. Sher Shah Suri and the Rupiya - Harshita Nanda - undecidedindubai


7. pen.books.and.scalpel:

1. The Clay Toy Cart - pen.books.and.scalpel

2. The Bride - pen.books.and.scalpel

3. The Invention of Shoe by Tagore - pen.books.and.scalpel

4. Gulabi Talkies - pen.books.and.scalpel

 

8. Ratna Prabhu:

1. F for Falgu River - Cursed by Sita - Ratna Prabhu

2. H for Hidimba - Ratna Prabhu 

3. O for Oghavati - Bhishma left his mortal body on her banks - Ratna Prabhu 

4. Sachi, Stunningly Gorgeous Wife of Indra - Ratna Prabhu 

5. X for X'mas Legend of Spiders and Tinsel - Ratna Prabhu 


 9. Chinmayee's Creations:

1. The Earthy Smell - Chinmayee's Creations

2. Kitchen Chronicles - Chinmayee's Creations 

3. My Name - Chinmayee's Creations

4. Zodiac Signs - Chinmayee's Creations 


10. Ankita Bhatia Dhawan:

1. Harry Potter: The Stories that Built a World - Life of a Professional - Ankita

2. Jargon: The Stories We Tell to Belong - Life of a Professional – Ankita

3. Questions: The Stories We Ask Instead of Answering - Ankita Bhatia Dhawan 

 

11. Disha Dave:

1. Binge watching - Disha Dave

2. Work, work and work - Disha Dave 

3. V: Validation - Disha Dave 

 

12. Fabida Abdulla:

1. Decor inspired by movies - N for New Girl - Fabida Abdulla

2. Decor ideas inspired by The Queen's Gambit - Fabida Abdulla 

3. Decor ideas inspired by the Royal Tenenbaums - Fabida Abdulla

 

13. ChaiandChatterChronicles:

1. Zeal to Write - Chai and ChatterChronicles  

 2. Just one more chapter - Chai and Chatter Chronicles 

 

14. Tomichan Matheikal:

1. Joker: Charlie Chaplin - Tomichan Matheikal

2. Quixotism - PB Shelley - Tomichan Matheikal 1

 

15. Neerja Bhatnagar:

1. B for Balance - Neerja Bhatnagar - Neerja's Musings

2. G for Gratitude - Neerja Bhatnagar - Neerja's Musings

 

16. Marietta Pereira:

1. Keys: A Bridge between Worlds - Marietta Pereira

2. Rumour: Nowhere Near the Truth - Marietta Pereira

 

17. Swarnali Nath:

1. Green Magic - Swarnali Nath - the blissful storyteller

2. Moon Forest - Swarnali Nath - the blissful storyteller 

 

18. Pallabi Ghoshal:

1. Kintsugi Characters - Broken and Beautiful - Pallabi Ghoshal

2. Unfinished Closures - Pallabi Ghoshal 

 

19. Kavita Singh:

1. Healthy Tiffin Ideas for Kids - Kavita Singh 

2. Zero Waste Lunch Packing - Kavita Singh

 

20. Aging Well - Wordsmith Kaur

21. Letter to My Younger Self - InklingsInsight Tanvi Agarwal 

22. Around the World in 80 Books - Doonwriter's World - Asfiya Rahman

23. Cuddle - the Vagabond - Ruchi Nasa

24. British Fortress - Pandian Ramaiah 

25. Veiled Night at Meadow Brook - Sangeetha Kamath

26. Knowing the Difficulties of Remote Work - Jayanthi Manikandan

27. Rebirth - Cabbages and Onions - Sunayana Roychaudhury

28. Just Kidding - Ankita Bhatia Dewan

29. All Roads Lead Here Review - Neha Parmar

30. I is for the Othello Orchestration - Kirti S

31. Jo jeeta wohi Joyful - Malvika Singh

32. Chapters that Connect Book Club - Caroline DCruz

33. The Sacred Survival Spirit - Sreedhar Bhattaram

34. Normalize - Nilshree 

35. R for Rituals - Book Food Language  

36. Exchange - Mysticaanjali 

37. Xerses and the Sea - Pinki Balaji 

38. Xanthippe Kaikeyi - sowmyanarayanan dr v 

39. T is for Thugs - Writa Bhattarjee

40. Yielding - No Winners or Losers here - Nnenna D 

41. Y - You Don't have to Enjoy Every Moment of Motherhood - K's Train of Thought   

My aim was to read a hundred posts and go beyond the twenty blogs that had been stipulated. It was an amazing experience because there were so many different topics. It was like savouring a buffet with several delicious dishes. 


A huge 'Thank You' to Team #Blogchatter for the wonderful experience!



                                        


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WHERE WORDS FAIL, MUSIC SPEAKS!

  Unsplash “Music is life. That’s why our hearts have beats.” Cecily Morgan In times immemorial, music existed! Not in the manner that it ...