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		<title>Season Bites</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Jan 2009 02:20:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Image via Wikipedia Its mid-December and I am in Chennai, the heartland of carnatic music. The Margazhi Mahotsavam or Season, as locals call it, is in full swing. A monthful of classical music, dance and lecture-demonstrations broken only by bouts of canteen hopping – but more on that later. A casual visitor to Chennai could [...]]]></description>
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<p>Its mid-December and I am in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chennai">Chennai</a>, the heartland of carnatic music. The Margazhi Mahotsavam or Season, as locals call it, is in full swing. A monthful of classical music, dance and lecture-demonstrations broken only by bouts of canteen hopping – but more on that later. A casual visitor to Chennai could have easily mistaken it for election season.&nbsp; Giant, larger-than-life, billboards of Kancheepuram wrapped musicians and star like portraits on vernacular magazine covers greet me everywhere I go. </p>
<p>As a musician and a rasika, I am overwhelmed by the plethora of concerts on offer. While season regulars have fine-tuned to an art, their concert attendance with advance planning, I prefer to play it by ear. At the heart of their organizational secret is a small indescript booklet. It lists all 2000+ concerts held across the city during the festival, cross referenced by venues and artistes. My first task upon landing in Chennai usually is to relieve my mother of her copy of this nifty booklet. For the Musically Challenged, yet another booklet lists every Carnatic song alphabetically with its raga, tala and composer - so upon hearing the first line, the MC can quickly rustle through the book to find the details. </p>
<p>Sabha-hoppers at the festival are the most adventurous lot . A peep into one hall for an earful of Raga Mohanam and they’re off to another hall to catch the latter part of a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tyagaraja">Tyagaraja </a>kriti. I marvel at their memory and unflagging enthusiasm to carry it off. Then there are the quiet listeners who vigorously nod their heads in murmured appreciation and break into an occasional <em>sabhash</em>. Disapproving glares are their response when there’s a stage whisper or a shuffling of feet among the audience. Yet another kind of listeners are blessed with a 360° rotating neck. They greet long-lost friends and family with barely suppressed glee, unfailingly spotting them at far corners of the halls, oblivious to what's happening on stage. I am particularly wary of the snoozers who nod off in the air-conditioned halls and unwittingly match the musician's notes in the higher octaves. The <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mridangam">mridangam </a>thani when the percussion plays his solo recital, is often a restroom break. Such a mass exodus from the hall in the midst of a performance would be inconceivable in opera or concerts halls elsewhere in the world. To make matters worse the Season finds cell phones occasionally adding its plaintive tones to the instruments on stage.&nbsp; Whatever happened to silent mode?</p>
<p>A day at the season begins early. Morning programs feature seminars and lecture-demonstrations on various topics of classical music and draw huge crowds. When <a href="http://">Nedunuri Krishnamoorthy</a>, a stalwart in the field, gives a presentation on <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Annamacharya">Annamacharya </a>kritis he is accompanied by his disciples, the popular Malladi Brothers. The hall fills up rapidly and latecomers stand for nearly 90 minutes to listen to the maestro perform. Even the whiff of <em>vadas </em>and <em>poori bhaji</em> emanating from the canteen doesn't tempt the glued audience. I could play the enthralled listener having gorged myself on an early morning <em>idli </em>and <em>vada </em>at the sabha canteen. The Season is a fulfilling experience in more ways more than just musical! </p>
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		<title>James Bond&#8217;s QoS &#8211; unusual</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 16 Nov 2008 16:26:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Image by soylentgreen23 via Flickr Yesterday I had been to the latest Bond movie, Quantum of Solace. The story continues where, the previous Bond movie, Casino Royale ended. Bond goes after his dead lover's assasin, trying to seek closure. He discovers the existence of a sinister group that has somehow escaped the radar of every [...]]]></description>
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<p>Yesterday I had been to the latest Bond movie, Quantum of Solace. The story continues where, the previous Bond movie, Casino Royale ended. Bond goes after his dead lover's assasin, trying to seek closure. He discovers the existence of a sinister group that has somehow escaped the radar of every secret service agency. There is a secondary conflict, as Bond's boss, M, attempts to protect Bond from her bosses even while she wonders about his objectivity and trustworthiness.</p>
<p>This movie is unlike the earlier Bond movies for several reasons. We see a more human Bond - one far less likely to bed every woman he meets - there's a brief scene that hints of sex. In another scene where the heroine walks away from Bond after merely a brief lip-lock, it's certainly a first, and a far cry from earlier Bonds who appeared to have only one thing on their minds! The new Bond is willing to appear vulnerable at least to his friends. Despite a couple of longish chases, including the opening sequence,the new Bond is less about Q's (who's wholly absent) sophisticated gadgets and more hands-on in the action scenes using his wits and at most a handgun.</p>
<p>Of course the locales are stunning as usual (Italy, Haiti, Bolivia) and the action scenes as thrilling as they come. There's also a twist at the end, where Bond ties up all loose ends and effectively lays down his ghosts to rest. I almost felt sorry for him there!</p>
<p>Daniel Craig is suave and macho as James Bond. There’s a certain panache in his movements that reminds me of a young Sean Connery, who still remains a hard act to follow. Whether he will eventually be able to fit into Connery's shoes, only time will tell.</p>
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		<title>My own Malgudi&#8230;.</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Oct 2008 04:45:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Image via Wikipedia As we get off the train at Bhadravati railway station, still groggy eyed, my husband and I trail behind our friends who seem to be the local experts. It's pitch dark on a foggy morning and I'm shivering even in my sweater. I follow the others who confidently walk over train tracks [...]]]></description>
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<p>As we get off the train at Bhadravati railway station, still groggy eyed, my husband and I trail behind our friends who seem to be the local experts. It's pitch dark on a foggy morning and I'm shivering even in my sweater. I follow the others who confidently walk over train tracks to reach the platform. Despite my fears we're not run over by any oncoming train at this time. When we get out of the tiny railway station and into auto-rickshaws to head towards our hotel, I get my first look of the town. It's quiet on the streets with barely any signs of activity. I am reminded of RK Narayan's Malgudi - a sleepy town with dusty roads and little boys running amok in shorts and men in dhotis huddling together in a small cafe drinking coffee. The sound of a buffalo snorting in the background and the faint cry of bicycle horns as the milk and newspaper delivery boys are dashing through the streets completes the picture.</p>
<p>On reaching the hotel we are greeted by a surly youth who is impatient to hand over our room key. After a quick breakfast around the corner where I'm conscious of the furtive looks thrown our way by other diners (do we have a label that reads <em>city slickers</em>) my husband and I decide to explore the town. "You can check out the Hunne Godda, a hillock with a small temple that serves as a popular picnic spot", recommend our friends. "The Lakshmi Narasimha temple is also very ancient...it's in the old town". When my husband looks a bit bemused, the waiter adds his two cents. "You mustn't miss Koodli -this is where the Tunga and Bhadra rivers meet, very sacred spot!" We decide to visit the old town that's a few blocks away.</p>
<p>Our auto rickshaw driver begins his monologue as soon as we set off, rattling off the town's history and the tourist spots in neighbouring towns. In less than 10 minutes we are at the gates of a huge compound with a temple inside that looks incongruent in this part of town amidst old homes and narrow lanes. The sign at the gate mentions that the temple is being maintained by the archeological department of the state. There is a deserted look at the temple and we seem to be the only ones in this area. My husband is in no hurry to go inside and is admiring the architectural beauty of the temple. The lathe-turned pillars are ornamental and unique to the Hoysala school of architecture. As I admire the detailed attention given to the contours of the sculptures, my husband is trying to gauge how old the temple structure is. The giant Ganesha idol in front of the temple near the steps catches my eye. "Banni, banni!" The priest beckons to me - he is all smiles. I hurry inside eager to see the main deity of the temple. The idol is magnificent - the energetic eyes, the fierce look and the leonine features on the face, the strong contours of the body inspires fear, wonder, and humility all at the same time. My feet are stuck to the ground as the priest completes his routine. It's almost as if time stands still and I am caught in a maelstrom of emotions. "Let's head back, you need to rest before the concert." My husband is already ambling towards the exit. Later that evening as we head outside town vast stretches of farmlands greet us. There's a hint of rain and I welcome the fresh breeze. Suddenly I spot a temple in the midst of a field. There's a giant statue of saint Tyagaraja in the open hall before the temple. I am here to celebrate his music, and highlight the musical genius of this prolific composer who left such a rich legacy in the world of classical music. As I listen to the twitter of birds in the background, and feel the gentle breeze blowing across the fields, I'm inspired by my surrealistic surroundings and start singing.</p>
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