Don’t you think the Music season in Madrasis a real audio visual treat? Said my husband even as we were returning from a Veena concert.
Well, certainly a treat to the ear but I wonder what you mean by visual, I said.
I knew you wouldn’t understand because as usual I observe things more keenly, he affirmed.
What is it you observed these past few days we have been attending concerts? I asked.
For one thing, artistes are much younger, he observed.
What else? I asked.
Certainly much prettier and some of them are really beautiful ,don’t you agree? he said.
May be, you are right, I said.
Also their tastes too have undergone a drastic change, no more of those heavy silks or gorgeous jewellery which sometimes made the senior artistes look over dressed. Some of them covered themselves with their ‘pallows’ probably to show off the intricate zari work, he commented.
Well, you don’t expect the younger lot to follow their seniors in every respect, do you? I said.
Perhaps you are right.They should show some originality both in their performance as well as in their sartorial tastes, he stated.
By the way, have you noticed something else in today’s concert? He said (his tone suggested he expected my reply to be far from complimentary).
No, not anything in particular, I said after a long pause.
The not so young woman artiste appeared to be very haughty, she seems to think no end of herself, he said sounding very annoyed.
What gave you the impression? I said.
She acknowledged whenever the audience showed their appreciation by clapping at the end of every item and also gave an encouraging smile when the accompanists excelled but didn’t extend the same courtesy to her fellow performer who I thought was playing very well. On the other hand she appeared to reserve a very grumpy look for the man, he complained.
Is it so? I don’t think I noticed, I said.
There is something more important and insulting, I feel, he said.
What’s that? I asked surprised. She never followed the tradition of putting the ‘taala’ when her male partner was playing on the instrument whereas He followed the practice when the lady was performing, he stated.
I didn’t notice that either, I said cursing myself for not being as observant as my husband.
What could be the reason, I wonder? I said more to myself.
The only reason I could think of is the man was merely following the tradition practiced in his house, he quipped.
n.meera raghavendra rao