When you listen, note the beautiful usage of the sounds of the words to show the urgency in the ma dhyamakala sangati. From a longing in the lower octaves, to a despairing cry for justice in the higher octaves, the speed changing to match the mood, and then back down the scales to a gentle sadness – it is very cleverly composed. Set to Raga Kanada, a sad raga, the composer mimics the ebb and flow of the waves by the rise and fall of the melody. And always, like the restless waves of the ocean, our mind surges, forever seeking the Lord. As she despairs with jealousy and lack of faith, so too do we let doubts fill our mind causing our own grief. As she begs for union, so too do we beg for Moksha, a release from this cycle of birth and death and union with the divine.
Like the flautist who enchants and stills her, so too are we enchanted into the stillness of meditation and contemplation at times. The poet writes of Radha’s wait for Krishna, but he also writes of the Bhaktas’ longing for union with the divine. Alai Payude Kanna, a well-known and well-loved kriti, is a superb example of this mood. 1700-1765) has painted!! Oh the poignant grief of separation from one who is loved so very much! I have previously written a post on viraha bhava, which features often in Indian literature and music. What an evocative image the poet-composer Oothukadu Venkata Subbaiyer (c. And like the ebb and flow of the waves, her heart too ebbs and flows with love, longing and despair. Her heart lurches from one thing to another as she awaits her lover.
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At other times, her attachment makes her full of jealousy and doubt ‘While I cry out for you in despair, are you frolicking with other women? Is this just? Is this fair?’. ‘Won’t you come and embrace me in a lonely grove and make me flower with sensations?’ she begs in her mind. At times, her overwhelming love makes her wait unbearable. At times, she is stilled by the music, for it is enchanting, this music that the flute player plays. Her mind is awash with misery and longing, as restless as the waves of the ocean.
A young woman stands in the meadows, peering into the distance, seeking her love, the flautist. The breeze wafts in the sound of the flute being played, somewhere far away.
The world is bathed in moonlight this night is almost as bright as day.
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