Monday 11 March 2019

ILaiyaraaja – The Articulate Musician


Expressing oneself is an art.

This said, it is not as easy it seems to be. First of all, why should anybody express themselves? Is it to make others understand what is it that which is in their mind? Or is it to counter others’ arguments and show their dominance? Or is it even a part of self-awareness, so that only after they talk do they even understand what is in their own mind?

One can go on exploring this and I am sure one will get hundreds of answers and possibilities, but rather than getting into mundane levels, let us look at a slightly higher or an exalted level.

When it comes to expressing oneself, the first thing which comes to my mind is ‘fine arts’. The very reason for my using the word ‘art’ in the first line is because of this. I feel poetry too is a form of fine arts and therefore would include this. Don’t we feel the expression of the poet-despite not knowing his/her face- in a poem? It is an expression which one would find difficult to express.

Let us look at a poem in which the poet describes a lover’s state and condition after seeing his lady love. Rather, he makes the lover describe it in his own words to his friend who seems baffled at his behaviour.

The pure- white water flows down the sky-high mountains,
roars even as it passes through the caves meeting many beautiful flowers on the way,
 The beauty of the girl with the broad shoulders, who hails from a village near the flowering slopes, is as gentle as that pure white water
And alas, it has weakened my strength -which was as powerful as fire.’

மால் வரை இழிதரும் தூ வெள் அருவி,
கல் முகைத் ததும்பும் பல் மலற் சாரல்
சிறுகுடிக் குறவன் பெருந்தோள் குறமகள்
நீர் ஓரன்ன சாயல்,
தீ ஓரன்ன என் உரன் அவித்தன்றே.

This poem is from KuRunthogai which is part of the 2,500 year old Sangam literature and was composed by a poet called Kapilar.
What is amazing is the fact that the poet has used similes and contrasts brilliantly and beautifully and in effect made us all feel the state of mind of the lover and his expressions.

Now, see this- Pure white water is compared with her beauty, while fire is his strength. Roaring sound of the water falls is the roaring sound in the mind of the love struck hero while the flowers depict her beauty. Broad shoulders of the girl match with that of his and in my opinion also depict the valour of the girl.

Can love be expressed in a better way?

That is the beauty of our poetry- sangam poetry in particular.
That is the beauty of our music too.
Oh, yes, I am probably jumping the gun but there is beauty and poetry in jumping the gun, at times.

How ILaiyaraaja’s music depicts love making us fall in love again and again, is a fact known to all of us. But what is extraordinary is the way he expresses love, or rather makes the hero or the heroine of the movie express love.

Oru Kunguma Chengamalam’ from ‘Aaradhanai’(1981) is an example.

Generally, a love duet in an Indian film will have the male and female exchange a truck load of adjectives with the music complementing the exchange. Not many composers have thought out of the box to make this expression of love sound differently. Needles to say, ILaiyaraaja is one of the few who think differently. Since this is not the time to list out, I leave it at that and move on to the composition, or rather the speciality in the composition.

First and foremost, only the male voice renders the lyrics and the role of the female voice is limited to humming. But it is this limited role which gives unlimited joy. Secondly, the humming is neither repetitive nor is it formal. On the other hand, it is variegated and even poly chromatic. Thirdly, there is interplay between the humming and the rhythm. The third point alone is enough to show the out of box thinking, but let us see the whole picture and then the details as we move on.

For the record, the composition is based on Gowrimanohari, but as I keep saying ad nauseam, it is not the raga which is important as much as the way it is used.

The composition has a rather eerie beginning. One hears the bird calls –one responding to the other- albeit musically in the swaras of Gowrimanohari. The flute wafts us along through quietude even as the bird calls sound in the background and the percussion sounding the first and the third syllables. The keys follow to the subtle backing of the strings.

The Pallavi has some chiselled phrases in Gowrimanohari and sounds scintillating in the voice of SPB. The last line takes an unexpected and at the same time unobtrusive turn, showing us a different dimension of the raga itself.

The humming of Janaki starts in the beginning of the first interlude. This short humming lasts for just two chatushram cycles with only the bass guitar sounding now and then in the background. The brevity is striking. The luminescent flute follows and it is then a play of light and shade with the eerie bird calls following too. The bass guitar follows too with that insouciant grace it is known for.

The strings which take over now, glissade. The pizzicato (plucking of the violin strings with the fingers and without using the bow) is the icing on the cake. The flute joins in between. Can a slide and a glide be more beautiful and enjoyable than this?

The first two lines of the CharaNams have a cherubic charm. The following two lines are vivacious not least because of the humming of Janaki which appears towards the end, sounding different each time.

The humming appears again in the next segment of the CharaNams, but this time it is different as it is in mid octave the first time and in the higher octave the second time. The imaginatively conceived last line makes us visualise some beautiful images.

Probably, the last line of the first CharaNam is a kind of precursor to what is to follow in the next interlude. Janaki starts humming the tune of the first half of the Pallavi and the percussion falls silent. This goes on for 3 aavartanams and the tabla suddenly appears and plays for 1 aavartanam. Janaki continues the humming in the next aavartanam(after the first beat) and the tabla continues. It looks as if the humming is free - flowing and yet it follows the chatushram beats. The humming gushes forth as a deluge roaring like a lion but sounding as melodious as a cuckoo. 

Mesmerised by this, the flute chips in with the melody it is known for.
After this spectacle, the flute draws some ornate images to the accompaniment of the keys and the bass guitar with the tabla taking a break. The strings which respond with sobriety takes over and repeats the melody of the flute in higher octave with yet another set of strings echoing it in mid-octave.

Expression of Love!

Expression of Music!

Waterfalls and Mountain!

Water and Fire!

Isn’t poetry beautiful?

Isn’t music beautiful?

Isn’t life more beautiful with such expressions?





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