Music journey continues to Gayaki and loving it

My music journey is slowly progressing. I am loving every minute of it. 

Thanks to my guruji Shri. Dhananjay Marathe-ji, Warje, Pune, who's teaching style is perfect. 

First of all, the sessions are online (though offline can be chosen). We get to decide on mutual timings depending on our schedules, so flexibility is there. This was a hurdle for me before I started learning.

But mainly, he has a way of simplifying things so well, and explaining every facet of the raag, that I get to covert the artistic explanation to technical in my mind. This helps me learn. When I know the nature of the raag, what swar should come in what sequence, and how it compares with other raags.

He answers all questions patiently. 

My Achievement. (I'll post a pic of the certificate soon)

I passed the Praveshika Pratham oral exam in First class. I'm proud of myself!  

8 raags, lakshangeet, tarana, dhrupad and other technical theory... all memorized. Kind of nervous reciting what was asked. 

Now I am learning it differently this year. Moved on to Gayaki i.e. slower paced learning where we get to know a raag deeply, to cover vakra taan, raag swaroops, vilambit khayals, chota khayal, tarana, and much more! 

For a person handling corporate life, managing home and family, it is a tough job to learn Indian / Hindustani classical music. But it is possible with a bit of management, lots of patience, technology, and loads of passion to learn it. 

Hooked on to F1 2024

Was meaning to post this last year! I wonder why it was sitting in drafts.

We sisters had quite different tastes in watching TV since childhood, compared to my neighbors and our friends. We watched He-man, Street-Hawk, X-Files and Highlander in late 80s and 90s!  We hardly saw Shaktiman. We loved Michael Jackson, N-Sync, Boyzone, Backstreet boys. My sister even loved Linkin Park! 

So obviously in sports we used to watch a lot of Wimbledon and Formula One - F1 as well. We kept track of race schedule too. In those days we did not have internet - so we had to remember the dates and had the channel added through our cable provider. We did not know stats, but knew the drivers and who's who. Schumacher was a fan favorite and so was ours, same like Alonso and Jensen Button! Those were the happy days. 

Fast forward 15 years...my kid discovered F1 since last year. He loves it. I bought a subscription of Fancode for him. He can tell you driver stats, their nationality,  the team principals nationality, the team nationality. He can tell me which car has what adjustment this season, the F1 changed rules since which year, etc. 

While watching yesterday's Silverstone circuit race with him, the talked me through the circuit corners, why they are choosing medium tires in the beginning, why switch to Inters, which team has the best strategy, why the DRS is disabled, etc. I ask a million questions and he explains. 

Lewis won that race, while I was rooting for Lando and Russel. My son's eyes light up when he talks on this. I can visibly see his struggle to tell me all about so many things at once. At one instance he said to me, "Mom, I have to tell you everything about Pirelli, and how they allocate tires, and the rules. But it will take 2 hours so let us watch the race now.". Poor boy.

He wants to pursue a career in engineering related to this. Let's see.

While this was happening...I myself felt young all over again and went back to those old, carefree days when I could freely indulge and get swept by any sport. Feels like ages. 

They say, bond with your kids and share their hobbies. I was able to bond with him so easily on this. It was like a guilty pleasure to even be in that moment. I felt sad at the same time, thinking that this moment will not last forever. 

Here's a post qualifying pic of the drivers we were dying for!

More here. https://www.formula1.com/en/latest/article/hamilton-beats-verstappen-to-first-win-since-2021-with-record-breaking-9th.3teU9bznaWJlC2TGAYh0Vl 
  

I am heartbroken for Norris. He is 3rd for now, but will get there one day! 

राग भूप - मोरा झांझ मंजीरा बाजे

Years ago, I had posted a Bandish taught to my mom in her childhood - now 60 years ago. Here is the URL.  Malkauns Raag bandish

Here is another Bandish in Raag Bhoopali/Bhoop that was taught to her 6 decades ago.

राग भूप - मोरा झांझ मंजीरा बाजे

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झांन्झ मंजीलऱा बाजे  रे मोरा - २ 

गुणी सब गाये रास मंजीलरा  - २

नृत्य करे सब कान -कन्हैय्या  - २

आनंद करे सब लोगवा ।।धृ ।।

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It means that melodious instruments like jhanj and manjilara which are used in worship of deities in temple are ringing everywhere. 

All good people are singing songs.

All boys and girls (compared to Lord Krishna) are dancing

Everyone is rejoicing.  

I am bubu

Missing you dad

I am feeling sad, pappa. Life is tough. 

I know you cannot read this, but I don't know how to get it out of my mind. I don't know who will listen and who I can burden with, with my thoughts which keep recurring time to time when I am facing challenges.

You were such a stable support for me through my childhood. You never let me be beat up by my insecurities and inferiority complex. You raised me, actually all your daughters to be fighters. You made sure that if push comes to shove, we will manage it. You never stopped me or let me take no for an answer for whichever direction I set my sails to. 

It is surprising that most of my life I never even had a thought like - What if I do this and fail? What if I have no one to help me? I failed only a few times and failed a few times badly.  You kept me going and in your own traditional ways found means for me to rise up again. 

Remember Engineering Mechanics? Passi sir? SEED institute? Shorter height meant I was behind in many sports and my class could have bullied me...but you made me so so mentally strong that no one could even dare. 

You once told me that height is not important to be successful. You wanted me to be a collector. I went in engineering. You said join Infy when I had a campus offer. I wanted to study post-grad. People around us said that I was mad to let go of such a good offer. Mom thought that the only software company in the world was Infosys. You arranged money from a private lender, which was so heartbreaking. I took a loan next year, but never realized that you never even asked me the first year money back! And I could have done so much more to return your favour before I was married. 

When the whole world said that I cannot drive a car cause I might not be able to reach the pedels, you, being a quality officer in Central Government Vehicle Ordanance, said that it is simply not true. You said I should learn it anyway and then find a car that suits me. And I did! You always said to me that you can always sit relaxed while I was driving.    

While other kids were busy playing and watching TV (local channels), you wanted us to learn English so we were the only ones who had all English channels, US and UK movies CDs and music and novels. You made me take Coding, typing, Public speaking, debates and were proud of the fact that I was doing well there. And how could I forget the books! From DC and Marvel comic books - no one in our whole town knew those back then, when I had a huge set - to Agatha Christie and Sherlock Holmes novels... and later to Engineering reference books. All was paid by you dearly, and without a word. How did you manage pappa? How did you have the money in your government job salary? Didn't you feel somewhere that I should avoid buying all this!

Strong though you made me, today I feel so lonely sometimes. Things are not all glittery and glamourous all the while. You would have wanted me to stand up and deal with it with vigour. But I think I do not have that support anymore.  I break down sometimes thinking that if you'd be here, you'd say, "It's ok. Do this, or do it like that.", and I would have either argued with you or listened to you. At least I was heard.

Today, so many months after your passing, I think no one can fill that void. When I notice any gray haired old man with his daughter or a son passing by, I think they have the world with them yet.  They are still young, small, someone's kid, someone's kid who can ask questions, make mistakes, cry in their laps, get up and dance again. When a parent is lost, no matter what your age is, you are no longer a child. You are a grown up and have to act like one. 

I will meet you one day dad and cry a lot for not letting me take care of you more while you were sick. I will scold you for leaving us so soon. I will say sorry cause I was not understanding enough or soft spoken enough. 

I will never leave you again. Someday. 

 

 

 

Artificial intelligence from a kid's perspective.

My bubu can now write essays!

When do kids grow up so much. From time when he started writing words like Hat, Bat... to now when he writes essays. He has good intelligence and absolutely loves watching scientific videos and channels. He wants to do everything - know about planets, supernovas, stars, and interstellar space, to atoms, molecular dynamics and all. His way of learning is seeing and hearing. But do not expect he can write as well too. Here he makes silly spelling mistakes and the flow of ideas need to be a bit regulated. I think that will come in it's own sweet time. For now I am a proud mommy.

Dharti ki shaan

Arya sings

dharti ki shaan 

tu hai manu ki santaan

teri mutthiyon me band toofan hai

manusha tu bada mahan hai 

bhul mat

manusha tu bada mahan hai

Arya's voice when he is 11 yrs old.

 Bubu you can make tea.........but make only little for me in white cup. make it less sugary ... be careful with it.

Baby growing up

I dont know babu why i stopped writing about you. i was so much engrossed in my own world and my own thoughts that i thought writing about you didnt matter. but it does. because all i ever think about is you. how much i love you. how much i want to be there for you always. i find peace and life through you.

you always try to make me laugh and talk about so many nonsensical topics. but for me these are the most important topics to talk about.

when i try to sing and record an audio, you budge in and say - mom ill sing...and you sing something like Dharti ki shaan tu hai manu ki santan...or that old hindi song you know... 

draft post dated 16.8.2018. publishing today.

Roses after 7 years I suppose

Yogesh gave me a bunch of roses couple of days ago, after sooo many years. I loved the feeling.
Arya wanted to click pics and do some artwork on the pic.

Migraine is a devil

Can't seem to do the right thing no matter what. Something or the other triggers it. No amount of predictive thinking or post migraine analysis proves any algorithm. Guess life is to be lived one day at a time.