Saturday, October 1, 2016

Badalikateera - Tyagaraja

Shravanam !

Half an hour of bliss.
A rare gem of Tyagaraja in Reetigaula.

Interestingly my friend N Ramamurthy sang this song recently in his Nadaneerajanam at Tirumala.

Badalikateera - Reetigaula

P baDalika tIra pavvaLincavE

A saDalani 1duritamulanu tega kOsi
sArvabhauma sAkEta rAma (baDalika)

C pankaj(A)sanuni paritApamu kani
pankaj(A)pta kula pativai velasi
pankaj(A)kshitO vanamunak(E)gi
jinkanu vadhiyinci
manku rAvaNuni madamunan(a)Naci
2niSSankuDagu vibhIshaNuniki 3bangAru
lankan(o)sagi surula brOcina
nish-kaLanka 4tyAgarAjuni hRdayamuna (baDalika)

O Lord SrI rAma of ayOdhyA – the Sovereign Lord of Universe!
O Blemishless Lord who – (a) seeing the misery of Lord brahmA (b) shining as the Lord of the Solar race, (c) having gone to the forest along with sItA, (d) having slayed mArIca, (e) having subdued the arrogance of the vile rAvaNa, (f) having bestowed the golden lankA to the undoubting vibhIshaNa, (g) protected the celestials!
Having rent asunder (my) sins which have not yet fallen off, please lie down in the heart of this tyAgarAja to get over the fatigue.

ప. బడలిక తీర పవ్వళించవే

అ. సడలని దురితములను తెగ కోసి
సార్వభౌమ సాకేత రామ (బ)

చ. పంకజాసనుని పరితాపము కని
పంకజాప్త కుల పతివై వెలసి
పంకజాక్షితో వనమునకేగి
జింకను వధియించి
మంకు రావణుని మదముననణచి
నిశ్శంకుడగు విభీషణునికి బంగారు
లంకనొసగి సురుల బ్రోచిన
నిష్కళంక త్యాగరాజుని హృదయమున (బ)

ப. ப3ட3லிக தீர பவ்வளிஞ்சவே

அ. ஸட3லனி து3ரிதமுலனு தெக3 கோஸி
ஸார்வபௌ4ம ஸாகேத ராம (ப3)

ச. பங்க(ஜா)ஸனுனி பரிதாபமு கனி
பங்க(ஜா)ப்த குல பதிவை வெலஸி
பங்க(ஜா)க்ஷிதோ வனமுன(கே)கி3
ஜிங்கனு வதி4யிஞ்சி
மங்கு ராவணுனி மத3முன(ன)ணசி
நிஸ்1ஸ1ங்குட3கு3 விபீ4ஷணுனிகி ப3ங்கா3ரு
லங்க(னொ)ஸகி3 ஸுருல ப்3ரோசின
நிஷ்களங்க த்யாக3ராஜுனி ஹ்ரு2த3யமுன (ப3)
களைப்புத்தீர பள்ளிகொள்வாயய்யா

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Kandinsky after a long time.

If you notice the list on the right,  my old post about this master painter is among the top 10 popular pages.
I am really impressed the work of this artist.
I bring you a set of images here.
The three images after the first are details of the first one.


In 1921, Kandinsky was invited to go to Germany to attend the Bauhaus of Weimar by its founder, architect Walter Gropius. The Bauhaus was an art school that combined crafts and the fine arts, which in time became famous for its approach to design that it publicised and instructed. Kandinsky taught the basic design class for beginners and the course on advanced theory at the Bauhaus; he also conducted painting classes and a workshop in which he augmented his colour theory with new elements of form psychology. The development of his works on forms study, particularly on points and line forms, led to the publication of his second theoretical book, Point and Line to Plane, in 1926. Geometrical elements took on increasing importance in both his teaching and painting — particularly the circle, half-circle, the angle, straight lines and curves. This period was intensely productive. Kandinsky was to teach at the Bauhaus school of art and architecture from 1922 until the Nazis closed it in 1933.

Housed in New York’s Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum, the 1929 canvas Storeys is evidently reminiscent of Paul Klee’s style of work and the two artists lived together for a time at the Bauhaus in Dessau. The composition presents a striking collection of abstract entities, occupying several floors (storeys) of a house structure, perhaps as an ironic commentary on the construction programme of the Bauhaus, the functional structuring of living space into small, identical units like the experimental Torten estate in Dessau, built with the help of industrial production methods. Though Kandinsky’s paintings may seem positive, the last years of the Dessau Bauhaus were sadly not.

Sunday, September 25, 2016

Semmangudi - Shankarabharanam


Sri Semmangudi sings a rare item.
This is not one of those three versions available on Sangeethapriya, I am sure.
This concert is there with me for a long time. Though in an incomplete track.
I happened to listen to it recently.

Semmangudi - Bahaktaparayana

It is a pleasure sharing good music.
My complaints still continues.
Only a few people bother to listen to tit.
Many want to download.
May be they would listen later.
So shall it be!

Friday, September 23, 2016

Book Review

Nguyen DE Binh's memoirs, Telugu version reviewed by me.

Thursday, September 22, 2016

My Books featured in Navya

My latest books featured in Navya Weekly.

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

An Everyday Occurence

Can anyone tell me who wrote this piece?
It is thought provoking.
Particularly certain parts.

AN everyday occurrence: the enduring of it a matter of everyday heroism. 

A has an important deal to conclude with B from the neighbouring village of H. 
He goes to H for the preliminary discussion, gets there and back in ten minutes each way, and at home boasts of this unusual rapidity. 

The next day he goes to H again, this time for the final settlement of the deal; since this is likely to take several hours, A sets out early in the morning; but although all the attendant circumstances, at least in A’s opinion, are exactly the same as on the previous day, this time it takes him ten hours to get to H. When he arrives there weary in the evening, he is told that B, annoyed at A’s failure to arrive, has gone across to A’s village half an hour ago, they ought to have met each other on the way. A is advised to wait, B is sure to be back soon. But A, anxious about the deal, at once sets out again and hurries home. 

This time, without particularly noticing the fact, he covers the distance in no more than an instant. At home he is informed that B had actually arrived there early in the day, even before A’s departure, indeed that he had met A on the doorstep and reminded him about the deal, but A had said he had no time just then, he had to go off at once on a matter of urgency. 

In spite of this incomprehensible behaviour on A’s part, however, B had nevertheless remained here to wait for A. It was true that he had already inquired many times whether A was not back yet, but he was still upstairs in A’s room. Happy at still being able to see B now and explain everything to him, A runs upstairs. He is almost at the top when he stumbles, strains a tendon, and, almost fainting with pain, incapable even of crying out, just whimpering there in the dark, he sees and hears how B – he is not sure whether a great distance off or just close to him – stamps down the stairs in a fury and disappears for good.