Tuesday, 9 June 2015

A musical evening


There are some well-known quotes like- ‘When words fail, music speaks.’ But the truth is that even when everything else fails, music can still speak to you. To prove and demonstrate this, Anil Srinivasan, a pianist, educator and innovator gave a talk about the magic of music called Pianos in the Playground at the MCubed Library in Bandra on Saturday, 6th June 2015, a Mumbai Local Event organized by Junoon theatre.

Pianos in the Playground wasn’t just an ordinary talk. The peaceful and tranquil ambience of the library enhanced and intensified the magic that Anil Srinivasan created. He began by playing a snippet of Happy Birthday, something as simple as that and explained how the brain performs a task called ‘thought completion’. He also elaborated how music can be used to teach difficult subjects because it is a memory trigger. He elucidated the functions of the brain, how it accepts musical inputs, collaborates with parts of the brain like the frontal cortex and amygdala and then gives the necessary output. A simple thing like the rain clap we learnt in school can be used to teach rhythm and music. Anil Srinivasan blew everyone’s minds with his talk which not only included musical but also psychological terms. This, he said, was due to a research he had done in order to rope music in along with his studies.

Playing the piano from the age of age, he is extremely well-versed in Carnatic music, Indian classical and western music and can serenade you with his renditions of the same. He takes classical pieces and makes them his own. His description of how a tiny pause in a musical piece could symbolize a shudder of a leaf or the waves on the ocean revealed his immense love for music. He wowed us when his played some of Mozart’s variations of the well-known Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. Anil Srinivasan has not hidden his musical genius under a bushel but had used it to light thousands of lives. He uses his music to educate thousands of children in South India and also as a therapeutic tool to better some lives.

His eloquence and sense of humour charmed his audience ranging from young kids to a few young-hearted senior citizens. He included short stories intermittently in his talk to appeal to his younger audience. At the end of his talk he welcomed questions and feedback and explained his whole journey from a student to an educator and how he had always carried his music along with him. He stressed on the fact that it is important to love music, interpret it yourself, make it your own and form your own conclusions. The best part of the evening was when he took requests from his audience and launched into a medley starting with the Raga Bhairavi, a few other Indian classicals, Bollywood songs like Badtameez Dil, variations of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and ended with When the Saints Go Marching In. That brought on a huge applause. Everyone left the library with a smile on their face that evening.

Friday, 27 March 2015

Inspiration


Poor Newton didn’t know

What held us to the earth

Twas the apple falling down

That gave gravity new birth

 

Twas the same case with Alexander

He rose each time he fell

Finally when he was inspired

He said it rang a bell

 

Thomas Edison too worked hard

With all his might from dusk to dawn

But we all know the exact moment he was inspired

Twas when the light bulb came on

 

Inspiration comes to us

In varied shapes and sizes

It may catch us unaware

Within its many guises

 

It may come within the blink of an eye

Or hit us square in the face

It has caused us to become

The advanced human race

 

A few great lines within a speech

An exquisite work of art

Works its wonders through your being

And that’s what sets you apart

 

Inspiration is the key force

That will lead you to your success

And your story might inspire

The next person in distress

 

So be inspired and inspire

Make sure the chain moves on

You may change someone else’s life
 
Even after you’re gone

Tuesday, 24 February 2015

Grow up, Will you!

        Cross your feet, elbows off the table, hold the spoon in your right hand, don't slouch! No playing in the mud. Don't get your clothes dirty. And the list goes on and on. Any idea who these instructions are for?

        Tiny toddlers and kindergartners hear this almost everyday. In the hope of raising an ideal child who fits into society's perfect mould, we now have children who would prefer to sit at home and play on their Play Stations rather than go out, make new friends and have a ball. In the urgent need of preparing the citizens of tomorrow, we have deprived them of being children today.

        Our fondest childhood memories are of evenings spent on the grounds playing out late, being yelled at to return home. Photos reveal hundreds of naughty, impish and mischievous smiles that were caught unawares. Today, its near to impossible to get candid pictures of children since they have already learned to pose and look 'cool'. School kids talk about Honey Singh and Sunny Leone and how amazing they are. They learn to sing all the popular songs and groove to them without thinking whether the songs even appealed to them personally or not. They try to emulate the way grown-ups dress and follow suit, pun intended.

          They miss out on all the actual childhood experiences that shape us into who we are. As a result tomorrow's future will raise clones who have similar pasts with a similar reservoir of memories and experiences and nothing unique.

           The next time you ask a kid to 'Grow up', think twice and maybe just allow them to grow.

Monday, 9 February 2015

Pinch of Salt

If variety is the spice of life,
I've got a mighty spicy one.
With myriad flavours and colours
My taste buds definitely have fun!

First are the evergreens,
Perpetually dripping with sweetness,
You can always count on them
To be your loyal witness.

Then comes the sour
With a slight taste of tang,
You accept them as they are,
Though of your loses, they sang.

The challenges in life mount each day
With every bite of the annoyingly bitter.
However hard to swallow they may be,
They go a long way in making life better.

The tantalizing and delicious
Make it a point to add flavour.
They are the reason why
The beauty in life, you can savour.

Never forget that precious handful,
Who helped you learn from your faults
Cause life is bland and boring
Without that pinch of salt!





Saturday, 7 February 2015

The Little Window

The first rays bring with it
One more dreaded day
It says to me, "The night has passed,
Will you live today?"

When the gavel pounded the hardwood,
And the bench stood firm,
The sentence was declared for life.
A criminal I was termed.

Little did I know then,
A death sentence could've given me life
However few the moments,
They would have sufficed.

Awaiting that final moment now,
I die each hour of the day.
Staring into that ray of light,
Watching the sparrows at play.

Beyond that tiny window,
With the tightly spaced bars
The world struggles to catch up with time
And whizzes by in cars.

"I could lend you some time, you know",
I whisper out in hope
In desperation for a human touch
Through those bars, my hands grope.

The jays continue to mock me,
"We're free! We can fly!
You can no more be like us,
No matter how hard you try."

My heart yearns the impossible,
To be on the other side
The constraints remind me once again,
My time, I'll have to bide.

An instrument of torture it is,
In the disguise of hope,
that innocent looking window, a never-ending kaleidoscope.

A darker hue I now behold,
I am merely time's prey
I heave a sigh of despair again
I lived another day...

Monday, 3 November 2014

*The Beautiful Heart of a Mother *


 
The moment she knows she has conceived,

Her hands clasp in prayer

Hoping that you’ll be a healthy child

She prays all night and day.

 

A few months pass

And she is all aglow

Everyone who meets her declares

That they can see the happiness flow

 

Nine months later

A beautiful baby is born

The mother’s face is astonishingly radiant

But also tired and worn

 

She carries you gently

 In her warm, protective arms

Cradling your tiny head

In her soft, fragrant palms

 

She caresses you gently

And nourishes you with care

And proudly tells everyone

About your lovely, curly hair.

 

She massages you with love

To get strength into your bones

And buys fancy stuff and toys for you

Even if she has to take loans

 

Ma-ma, the first word you utter

Sends a thrill of joy through her soul

To make you take your first steady step

Is then her objective and goal

 

She sees you growing day-by-day

Before her very eyes

And if she sees you hurt by someone

In her heart, she weeps and cries

 

Her life and energy revolve around you

When, with high fever you are sick

She’ll stay by your bedside

Unaware of the passing hours that tick

 

In a few years, you’re off to school

She eagerly waits to hear your stories

And when she meets her friends

All they hear is your praise and glories

 

Finally you are in high school

A rebellious adolescent at that

She finds her angel turning into

A roguish, mischievous brat

 

Now, getting bad grades is common for you

And so are the scoldings from your father

But the one who has mercy and saves you each time

Is your adorable, sweet mother.

 

In college now, you’re almost independent

She hopes you won’t go off-track

And if she hears of any of your misdeeds

She tries her best to get you back

 

College life over, you soon get a job

 You are your own responsibility

But you are always welcome on her lap

That’s her wonderful, special ability

 

When you have your bad days at work

And you’re all depressed and sad

You can always share your troubles with her

Of her presence, you should be glad

 

On in life, you meet a wonderful person

The perfect partner, you know

Sadly, your mother feels in her heart

That it’s time to let you go.

 

Then you have a family of your own

To care for and look after

Busy with parties and merriment

Your days are filled with laughter

 

Your dear, sweet mother

Is now becoming frail and old

And when she doesn’t understand things easily

You just shout at her and scold

 

But she doesn’t say anything

You won’t even hear an utter

Silently at her own pace

From your life, she clears up all the clutter

 

You get mad at her for being slow

And not understanding the things you say

She patiently tries to explain to you

That you’ll be in her place some day

 

So be understanding, kind and gentle

Never ever call her a bother

And respect her for all that she is

Coz she has the beautiful heart of a mother.

 

Wednesday, 24 September 2014

FREEDOM*

These four walls they speak to me
They tell me of a freedom that I lost
I gave it away so easily that day
Not knowing how much it would cost
 
I long to feel free again
Not to be bound by these prison rules
Not to be told what to do and say
Not be treated like a mindless fool
 
After a decade has passed,  
They’re granting me reprieve 
A clean shirt on my hardened back 
And an identity on my sleeve  
 
Liberty is at my door step
Soon, I’ll be homeward bound
My second chance to live life,
A new freedom I have found.
 
                                     *terms and conditions apply
 
Co-written by Faye Brooke D'Cruz
 
Watch our very own short film:
Freedom: Terms and Conditions Apply
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vdhi4DFvO9g
 
 
 

 

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