Outpressions

Margazhi is always something I connect with music, sabhas and upanyasams. More than a Christmas December, it was always a musical December for people in Madras. There was no reason one would  stay home to avoid attending concerts. As usual, we headed towards Mylapore.  It was a forenoon Kacheri. Forenoon katcheries ( concerts) were usually given to the upcoming artists, which would not be  rasika's first preference. So you cannot expect ,a swarm of audience at this period of time. I entered a place something that would look much like a school Auditorium without a couple of cutouts , the name of the Sabha written in the middle in bold letters , a portrait of Triplicane Parthasarathy Perumal on the left and Sangeetha mummoorthigal on right of the stage hanging upright. There were two clocks on either side of the stage which showed almost the same time. Perhaps this was the only hall with maximum head counts in the given slot of  day. In the stage there wasn't just ...

One pleasant evening when I was enjoying my coffee in veranda ,I got a call from Kamala inviting me for her birthday. This was the shortest conversation me and Kamala ever had. Usually it goes on for hours together till the line gets busy for another call. My thoughts drove me back to those pleasant, sometimes awkward moments we had together. Kamala is highly impossible to manage even more than what you think. Even a person who holds a master’s degree or a PhD in psychology would fail to put her back to normal. As a single child, I consider myself intolerant to the nuisances​ around me. Sometimes because of the fear of getting exploited, I maintained a water-lotus leaf relationship​ with all whom I met. So I preferred a short conversation mostly. Me and Kamala got introduced to each other in our last year of schooling but our acquaintance traced back to the toothless days.We were raised up in the same neighborhood when we were one year old . With no contact after tha...