Assamee Aawaaz

Language when thatched into poetry has elegance, when composed into notes bring joy, when sung with love brings harmony, touches the unknown and unseen. Rhythm is generated and regulated by the creative force of an artist. As long as words remain prose, they will not draw reality, the moment they are put into rhythm, they vibrate with radiance.

Last weekend gifted me with a splendid musical evening.

Venue: open air auditorium, Shilparamam, Madhapur, Hyderabad.

Occasion: The closing day of Octave 2007, the North East festival conducted by Sangeetha Naataka Academy and Ministry of Culture and tourism.

A colleague, friend and a silent companion, Anu, was with me, delightfully all the way. The evening was pleasant, the multi cultural, disciplined audience, the natural ambiance and shade-colour mix of Shilparamam, exquisite, as it was, always. The bright dais with the dark background was soon handed over to the virtuoso, Mayoogh Hasarika and his wife Laila Datta Hasarika. Mayoogh is the nephew of the renowned Assameese musician Bhupan Hasarika.

How ever busy our active nature outwardly may be, we have a secret chamber of music inside the heart, where tunes come and go freely, without any design what so ever. In that shell, fire of music’s worship is transformed into lamps of a festival, which is silent and peaceful to the limitless beauty.

The two hours that followed was a journey from law to love, from discipline to liberation, from moral lane to spiritual. Duets, melodies, folk, a blend of songs showered and blessed the audience; language was never a barrier as the words came straight from the heart.