Alphabet - Old and New!

The post is self-explanatory! 

D K Pattammal - Ashtapadi

Here is an old 78 rpm recording of an Ashtapadi

Smt D K Pattammal Sings Radhika Krishna

India outside India

I thought this would interest some friends at least!
Please read and comment.

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Face of the Future

The item is self explanatory!
This may be true for tomorrow!

There hangs the man - Again

I mentioned a cartoon in one my earlier posts!
There hangs the man
Here it is and I like it so much!

"I cannot imagine how these people work sitting at the tables all the while!"

P B Srinivos - RIP

There are more than 800 entries or posts as they call them, are there in this blog.
I write about many things.
I write about people also.
Interestingly I found out something peculiar.
Whenever a famous person passes away, people search for details on the net.
Recently when such a person passed away my blog witnessed more than 1000 page hits!

I wrote about that person long back when he was hale and hearty!
I write about people because I like their works, be they artists or writers.
Goodness's sake, I write so that people know about them.
I don't intend my blog to turn an obit column.

I have written a few lines about my good friend Sri P B Srinivos a few days back.
I only have not posted the same in the blog.
I am sure I also wrote why I am thinking about this man all of a sudden!
I think Srinivos wanted me to write about him!
Alas! It appears he is no more!

My blog now is sure an obit column!
I don't mind it for this great man's sake!

Read what I have written.

"Turn around and have a look at the life. Experiences and memories would bring the past before you," goes a Telugu film song. I remember the song is rendered by none other than Sri P B Srinivos. Yes, that is how he spells his name.

People used to call him Srinivoice! He had a title kind of thing which would roughly mean one who lives in his voice!

We were walking on the side of the road. I mean I was walking along this great man P B Srinivos. Some youngsters crossed us went forward. In a couple of moments they almost shrieked and turned back. One of them said “It is Srinivas!” loudly. They greeted him and I could see the sense of awe in their eyes. I was walking along that giant of a man! Even physically he is a well built and burly man! Srinivas used to visit our office frequently whenever he was in Hyderabad, that is. And he would make it a point to spend a lot of time with me during those visits.

Not many know that P B Srinivas was very fluent with Urdu and was a poet of class in that language. His pen name or Takhallus as it is known was Shabaz Kokonadi. He hails from Kakinada after all! That is Kokonada and he is a Kokonadi! I used to be the audience for his latest poems in Urdu. I knew a smattering of the language and would understand the poems though not with the intricacies. That is the one reason I was his chosen friend.

Srinivos would come with his almost dirty fur cap and a bundle of notebooks. He would read and sing from those books. Somehow he never believed in using a bag for the mini library he carries. He would precariously balance all of them with one hand and gesticulates while talking. Srinivos’s sister Smt Mani was living somewhere around Barkatpura. So, the gentleman makes a proposal of walking home instead of taking an auto or a bus. It was always fun walking on the roads with a celebrity.

PB was a scholar of sorts. He knew many languages. I still remember the new meter in Telugu poetry that he proposed and composed a poem in it. He would be ready to sing any composition even in Sanskrit with right breaks and intonations. It was a pleasure discussing poetry either of Urdu or other languages with him.

I remember his really thick glasses through which his eyeballs appear grotesque. Srinivos talks animatedly making his persona really interesting. I was lucky to spend a lot of time with this genius.

He grew old and even senile. When last met, he looked fit physically. He did not recognize me. No regrets. I tried to introduce myself and remind him of our discussions. He put up a face as if he very much remembers me. But, it was very clear he lost his mental faculties or at least the memory. No regrets again.

We know many people and celebrities would be on the list. No wonder. The celebrities knowing us, is something interesting. I don’t know why all of a sudden Srinivos came on to the minds screen and smiled at me. May be he was thinking about me!

I was looking for a song to go with this post!
Now that the great man is gone, I maintain silence for a while, no songs! At least today!

Narayan Sridhar Bendre

The following write up about Sri N S Bendre was written by late Sri P R Ramachandra Rao.
Sri Rao was a versatile genius.
He was known as a art critic.
He was many more things in one.
He worked as a journalist in England and it is to him that the idea of supplements in news papers should go.
He brought out education supplements in Times of India long ago.

I draw your attention to the style of his English and expression.
His English used to be extraordinary!

His knowledge about painting, architecture and such was another asset.
I was lucky to be associated with him in many of his projects.

Read about Bendre and between lines, see Sri Rao!

N S Bendre

Narayan Sridhar Bendre has journeyed to the goal of abstract painting, in his quest for the significance of reality, after running through the gamut of acdemicism, impressionism, cubism and oriental influences, of the Indian miniatures especially. In his supreme concern for architectonic space, he explores colors for their explosive possibilities; unpremeditated build up a coherence of innate form; in the very inlaying of those strokes, of yellow, orange, blue and deep brown, is created movement, in a rhythm of protecting and receding spaces. This orchestration of colour he admittedly owes to French master, Emile Bonnard; the forms are contained by the colours themselves, in an elimination of blinding line, indeed there is an explosive quality about Bendre’s later paintings, as if the colours have burst their banks in a splash of violent movement. From his earlier precise organization of solidly constructed forms, it is a far cry to his abstract improvisations, not excluding action painting. But this is a measure of his self-renewing faculty in a restless pursuit of his aesthetic grail.

The amazing versatility of Bendre inspired a band of painting hopefuls at Baroda University where he headed with distinction the Faculty of Fine Arts; here, in a spurt of uninhibited freedom, blossomed talents of creative import among them notably, Jyothi Bhatt, Shanti Dave, G R Santosh, and Ghulam Mohammed Sheikh.

A painter of striking versatility, Bendre has passionately experimented in many styles and techniques, refusing to be standardised. He was influenced in turn by the filtered Academicism of Bomaby school, the indigenous tradition of Mughal and Rajput painting, the revivalist Bengal movement and the Post-Impressionism of Cezanne and Gaugin. His varied output is solidly entrenched in the soil of India, in his immediate environment, his pictures are vivid testaments of a very personal integral vision. He retained, through his life’s vicissitudes, a perennial wonderment and discovsry, intensely responsive to the warmth and colour of and humanity of life.

This write up is the last of the pages in one of Sri Rao's unpublished book.