The Grandeur of Todi

One rAga that truly typifies Carnatic music is TODI, a profound, delightful and soothing melody. It is the 8th meLam both in the sampUrNa, and the asaMpUrNa schemes of the Carnatic music tradition. The precise name is hanumatODi in the sampUrNa paddhati, and the prefix “hanuma” is inserted to yield the meLam number 8, according to the kaTapayAdi nomenclature ((ha = 8, na =0, so hanu= 80, which when reversed gives 08). According to the asaMpUrNa scheme of VE”nkaTamakhi (a tradition faithfully followed by the dIkSItar school), tODi is the eighth  rAga”nga rAgam, known as  janatODi (again, the prefix “jana” yields the number 8 according to the “kaTapayAdi” counting, since  ja = 8, na =0).

lakSaNam (VE”nkaTamakhi):
tODiH SaDjagrahaH pUrNaH
sAyaMkAlE pragIyatE |

MELam hanumatODi / janatODi is the second mELam  belonging to the second cakram (nEtra cakram), hence it is referred to as “nEtra —  shrI”, with the mnemonic phrase    ri ga ma dha ni  or  R1 G2 M1 D1 N2.

ArOhaNam
s r g m p d n .s

AvarOhaNam
.s n d p m g r s

The notes taken are: SaDjam, shuddha riSabham, sadhAraNa gAndhAram, suddha madhymam, pa~ncamam, shuddha dhaivatam and kaishiki nishAdam.

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We, the family ...

Transcending nostalgia …

We, the family ...

A few lines about my trip to US…

Memories come rushing back,
From the abyss of my soul and heart -
Fighting back my tears, at the end of a short journey.
Thank you all, for making it special – worthy of reminiscence,
and an yearning for living those eternal moments, again…

Those first images we captured on our cameras
The first view outside our windows…

The days we ran the length of Wall street,
The classrooms, seminars, cornflakes and coffee breaks.
Project meetings, design docs and (others’) codes
The Independence Day we celebrated at office,
And the days we had lunch together -
Stone Street pizza, Combo at Bombay’s and Pasta at Pax…

Hours we spent at Boston, DC, Phily and the caves,
The enchanting moments at Niagara Falls
Hiking at Woodstock and gambling (and winning) at AC
The rides at 6Flags and Universal Studios
Museums, Central Park and temples
And the *dramatic* rescue at Miami beach…

An always active room, you made mine into,
Collaborative cooking, shopping at Patel’s and the Deli’s
Movies we watched in cinemas, 20-D and 2146.
The tears of missing our family back home
With video chats and calling cards to minimalistic rescue…

Metro, PATH, ferries, buses and flights
Subway, Burger King and Chipotle,
Gatorade and Powerade and Snapple
NY Times and Wall Street Journal,
BJ’s, J&R, JCPenney, Strawberry and Macy’s
Dell, HP, iPod, Kindle and clothes…

The Morning mist
The evening chill,
The clear blue sky
The drops of rain
And the Hudson river…

Now it’s time for a few lines of specifics…

Sweta,
The days you told me your stories with zest,
Those incessant kicks, hits, punches and blows you gave,
And the times we walked, talked, shopped and lunched together…

Sowmya,
The moments I read my poems to you,
The times you sang when I played the violin,
And the motherly affection and dinner table PJ’s…

Devi,
The times you cried your heart to me,
The rice, sambar, rasam and omelette you made for me
And the times I shared my personal stories with you…

Kichu,
The dearest thatha with a trademark stare and smile,
The second you pulled me down into the sea water,
Thou shall sleep, lest the croc might awaken!…

Shafeeq,
The pair programming in Brad’s class,
The mud castles on the beach sands
And the passion for books that we both did share…

Varsha,
Those seconds you regretted for having heard my PJ’s
Those moments you hit thatha with all your might
And those times when you got a few from me…

My emotions now transcend nostalgia -
Countless memories are flooding my heart,
Not much space and time to pen them down.
Bidding adieu brings me tears
My only solace is the hope
that we shall relive these moments together…