Sunday, July 13, 2008
katti meethi aankon ki boliyaan
Bhupinders long sonorous droning. Talks and laughter in between to relax the notes, flexing rules of rendition. A deft handling of a harkat, leaving a trailing drone. I almost succumb to the drone were it not for the sharp upping of the tempo and pitch, as the sweet, almost cloying, voice of sulakshana pandit asserts itself. Notes gather momentum, but his resonant voice intervenes to pull it back:
गूँज रहे हैं दुब्द्ते सायें, शाम की खुशन्न्न्बू हात न आये..
Kushboo becomes Kkusshhhnnnbooo as if rendering with a nasal tinge this way would make it smell better. Then continues
गूंज्थी आन्खों की नशीली बोलियाँ. कट्टी मीठी आन्खोँ की रसीली बोलियान्न्न।
I close my eyes and imagine what the synesthetic experience of tasting intoxicating words from salty eyes would sound like.
गूँज रहे हैं दुब्द्ते सायें, शाम की खुशन्न्न्बू हात न आये..
Kushboo becomes Kkusshhhnnnbooo as if rendering with a nasal tinge this way would make it smell better. Then continues
गूंज्थी आन्खों की नशीली बोलियाँ. कट्टी मीठी आन्खोँ की रसीली बोलियान्न्न।
I close my eyes and imagine what the synesthetic experience of tasting intoxicating words from salty eyes would sound like.
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