is what Leo Tolstoy calls music..
The portraits are of one of the greatest musicians India has known, Ustad Amjad Ali Khan. He is the master of the Sarod which is also known as ‘Shardiya Veena’ which basically implies that it is an ancient instrument. I recently had the good fortune of attending his concert and this was the first time I had the opportunity to photograph an event like this. Magical is all I can say.
Music is not something I’m qualified to talk about but I’m passionate about it. Indian classical music more so..because of its complexity and simplicity.. I’m not at liberty due to copyright to post video or audio files from the concert itself but attaching a clip of the Maestro playing the sarod in case you have not heard him play before..
also, the ISO was purposefully high to get the grainy romantic feel…and also because it was too dark :p
Has it ever happened to you
that your heart got broken and
you got disconnected
from everything that made you happy?
As if a string came undone..
little joys became fears..
and within a flash you are staring
at a laugh line thinking..
That’s my violin …
which I haven’t played in years..
But I opened the box today..
and that’s a step..
So maybe the strings will
fill up the room again
with joyful melody..
let’s not forget hope..
someday soon 🙂
I’m in awe of the violinists!
a beautiful rendition of one of the best songs ever made..
by a dear friend..
Saturday night was spent drinking copious amounts of red wine and watching Yuva..a movie that had inspired me to enter politics (which had been promptly shot down by meine liebe Mutter) My half-cooked, lofty ambitions aside… this song is my all time favorite. Not just because of A.R. Rahman (though he is more than enough) but also for its cinematography. I am in complete awe of the way, the essence of the song..its tempo and mood is perfectly captured in the video..using water as a symbol of high energy and freshness.. moving the camera from up close in the water to high up in the air and at all possible angles..it slows down and lets the water sensuously flow around her as the piano slows down the melody.. it runs with them and makes us feel the same excitement they both feel at the idea of falling for a stranger..the spectator is part of the scene, not an outsider, in an explosion of color and movement and youthful joy.