Date : Sunday
1st October, 2000 Time : 11.00 a.m. onwards Place:
Nilangshu Haldar's place, Calcutta
Some things are best
left to journalists. Well done SauravC. Reading your write-up had
the effect of rewind and continuous playback of the day of the Calcutta Coup. Your
description leaves very little for me to say, so instead of writing my own account
of the day, I will just add something here and there to your write-up and hope it serves
some purpose. scroll down and read between the lines....
From: Saurav Chakrabarti <[email protected]>
A train sans brakes
I am, frankly speaking, confused to the d.
Let's follow the safest route: chronological description. So here it is.
I, with my sister, reached Nilangshu's place around 10:30,
11 a.m. my dear SauravC.
hoping to be the first one to arrive. But, there he was
standing
there I was standing in front of a 6 feet plus figure who
called himself Dikshit Arya, stayed bang opposite Nilangshu's house
and knew virtually everything about the maestro's compositions without
having any formal training in music whatsoever.
Well, not just RDB's compostions. Dixit has so far answered all my queries
about pre-RDB era with great confidence, authority and accuracy.
Within an hour's span we had a full house with Tublu (a superb tabla
player who shares his nickname with RDB,
Souvik Srimany (this guy started
travelling at 4 pm the previous day from a deep jungle in Orissa, came to
Bhubaneswar via road to catch the train, undertook an overnight journey to
land up just in time for the Calcutta coup (and he is the one whose train's
brakes failed after which he hopped into a local train lest he misses out on the
coup).
Yes, I made out his passion for RDB the first time he came to see me. He was
quite thrilled to bits that there were people with the same degree of lunacy
all over the world.
BTW, Tublu (a.k.a. Sourangshu) is a lawyer by profession.
Yes, Tublu, my nephew, was shaping up extremely well as a performer of
Classical music - the pressures of his profession has put a hold on his
music for the last couple of years. It is very difficult to catch him on any
day except rare Friday evenings. God knows how many conferences with seniors
he wriggled out of to spend an entire day with us for RDB.
And of course, how could one forget Nabanita Mukherjee,
Finally, came Bappa and Susmita (Nilangshu's cousin and cousin's wife),
both Panchamaniacs. Bappa was insistent, after tolerating our scrooning
histrionics and helping Madhumita with the video recording, that we sing
Bhaago bhoot aaya!
Sushmita's mother is a fully trained Classical vocalist, at one time vying
with Kishori Amonkar for center-stage. She has trained Sushmita well, and
Sushmita sings Rabindrasangeet and Nazrulgeeti. Her training stands her in
good stead to sing the compositions of RDB. Probably her voice was less
audible because there was only one mic - but she is fantastic as well. My
cousin Bappa's messing up of the words make me wonder if it is a family
trait. He's of course confused Jago Sonewalo from Bhoot Bangla into Bhaago
Bhoot Aaya :-))).
The pre-lunch session had a general discussion on RD
there was
Souvik Srimany, the person responsible for keeping the RD beat alive
even in the deep jungles of Orissa. With him came a cassette full of
Oriya numbers of RD. I am sure, not many of us are proud owners of that.
Instantly the cassette found its place in the deck of Nilangshu and we
were proof to the fact that the only language of music was music. It was
sheer magic, pure RD style.
Souvik visited me in the 2nd week of September. He saw Nerurkar's book for
the first time then. Copied down the details of the Oriya numbers and
promised to get it when he came for the Coup, just two weeks away. I didn't
think he'd be able to manage it. Next time I'll believe anything which
emerges out the jungles - Tarzan, Veerappan, whoever, whatever. I can't even
imagine how he managed it, but he did. Thanks a million for the wonderful
gift, Sovik.
A Biryani-Cha(m)p-firni lunch over, we sat down to the real session of
the coup. What followed was 5 delicious hours of non-stop musical magic
courtesy all of those present. Nilangshu on the guitar, Tublu on the
tabla and maraccus, Nabanita-boudi and Susmita on the vocals and myself
chipping in with whatever energy I had.
I think SauravC got his energy after SouravM defaulted. He's underplayed his
own contribution here, but he led the way here. This is the happiest I've
ever seen anyone be after losing his crown.
Frankly speaking, I have never enjoyed life more.
Around
seven in the evening, when we were taking a well-deserved break, came Badal
Babu, with his wife Mili (one of the closest friends of Asha Bhosle), his
daughter Doel (RD used to think of her as a daughter and she is one of
those rare ones to have been trained by the maestro himself), her husband
and two daughters. With them were, two albums with the rarest of the rare
photographs of RD the human being, RD the friend and RD the musician.
We sang in front of them as well,
Yes : SauravC sang Bade Acche Lagte Hai for Badalbabu & Co. to great
appreciation. Prompted Mrs. Badal (Mili Boudi) to volunteer to sing. She
sang Monay Pawray Ruby Ray. To wriggle out of a singing situation, I had to
play something for them on my keyboards. This is the closest I've come to
actually playing for RDB. It was an emotional moment to play something for
the people RD loved - and, I hessitate to mention, wasn't let down by.
and Badal Babu narrated a few incidents
I must
say what his daughter Doel told us: "Baba, never goes to any parties.
I was quite surprised when he said he would be coming today. If only Rahul
kaka was alive."
Doel had on a previous occasion mentioned her surprise at so much passion
for her Rahulkaka's music. He had told them that his work will get
appreciated and recognised when he's no more.
We lack words to thank them
But one sad thing of the
entire event was Sourav M's inability to make it along with his friend
Subhodeep Gupta (of Music Kitchen fame). He had some emergency to attend
in Mumbai and so could not join us. The result: The original Lahiri title
being snatched away from me!
Knowing SauravC as well I do, it's probably only a matter of time before
SouravM is made to feel insecure from known quarters.
To cut the long story short, I have never realised the truth of the
adage 'Every day is not a Sunday' more.
Thanks SauravC for your invaluable role as the human Fevicol™ in
masterminding the coup. And for this write-up.
Thanks to all once again for making it happen.
Nilangshu
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