Musical Connections

The other day, I went to the town of Chittoor, in the neighbouring state of Andhra Pradesh. It is about an hour and a half on the bus. The route is scenic, with rolling hills, mango orchards, coconut groves and small villages. Life on this route seems slower and more laid-back than in rural Tamilnadu. 

My chores done, I was ready to head back in the afternoon. When I boarded the returning bus, I saw two ladies who seemed a little familiar. After a closer look I realized that they had been there on the bus with me earlier that morning. Mutually surprised, we greeted each other and shared a three-seater. Their names were Vani and Asha. They knew three languages – Telugu, Tamil and Urdu. After a little chit-chat about our whereabouts and families, I retreated into my window space.  I was feeling a bit queasy about these two ladies checking me out with a lot of curiosity. My bare toes, neck and arms do tend to make people uncomfortable. I don’t wear the accessories that married women typically do. 

Looking for a distraction, I decided to sing to myself. Turning towards the window, I started to sing. The song that then came to my mind was “jeeye to jeeye kaise” from a Hindi film called “Sajan”. In a few seconds, I heard them mutter behind me, “She is singing in Hindi!” They crept closer to hear better. From the corner of my eye I could see Vani singing along. Happy to see her reaction, I continued singing. Once I was done, they expressed their delight and asked me for another. I sang “is mod se jaate hain” and “tere bina zindagi se” from “Aandhi”.  These are my absolute favorite movie songs in Hindi. 

In between singing these songs, we exchanged stories about our lives. I came to know that they were both twenty years younger than me.  They were illiterate. They were into making beedi (handmade thin cigarette, made by rolling dried tobacco leaves). As is typical in these parts, they had gotten married early, in their mid-teen years, and had children soon after. They heard the bits and pieces of my story with wonder and disbelief written on their faces. 

I enjoyed singing with Vani. She had a sweet voice and carried the tunes quite well.  She wanted to sing more. The age gap between us limited the number of songs we had in common., but thankfully we still had enough to keep us going for the next quarter hour. Although Vani was shy and kept covering her face with her shawl, she just couldn't suppress her desire to sing. Asha, on the other hand, couldn’t overcome her shyness; she mostly buried her face on her lap and would occasionally pop up to flash shy, overwhelmed smiles.

Our singing obviously attracted the attention of some co-passengers. Vani couldn’t be denied; she wanted to sing and she did exactly that. Soon it was time for them to get off the bus. We exchanged phone numbers and parted ways with a promise to visit each other’s villages.

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I am not a singer, but I love to sing. I like Indian classical music and melodious movie songs from olden times, both Tamil and Hindi. Dev and the kids have been learning Hindustani vocal music from Warren Senders (www.warrensenders.com). Over a period of time, I have slowly picked up the songs they learn from him. I sing when I am working at home or the farm, or while traveling. 

These days, even in rural places like ours, music is consumed and never produced. People listen to music on their hand-held devices. We are surrounded by temples that have installed loud speakers that blare music from early morning on many days. The loud music played on private buses is often awful. Folk music has disappeared. Making music or singing together is no longer a part of the culture. It seems like the younger generation hasn’t really seen or heard people sing. I have been frustrated for long about this situation.

One day I decided to sing on public transport. The concept of “private space” is non-existent in Indian public transport because of the very high volumes of traffic it serves. Also the ambient noise on buses and trains is quite high – rattling windows and shutters, chitter-chatter of the passengers, cries of unhappy babies, music played on the bus, music played by the passengers on their mobile phones etc. Thus I knew that I won’t be “intruding” in to that non-existent, quiet, personal space. I sing on buses, trains and shared taxis (called "share auto"), not just because I like to; but also because I want to instill the long lost spirit of singing in others. I want them to think that they can sing too. I want them to experience the joy of singing.  

I am aware of the fact that often I am not anywhere close to being good at what I am singing. I realized that if I were to wait for perfection it may take an eternity! It took me a while to shed shyness and anxiety to sing in an unsolicited manner in a public space.When I sing, I make sure that only a few people who are close enough can hear me. Also, I don’t sing incessantly; I sing for brief periods with sufficient gaps of silence, just so my neighbours get a break from me.

People have responded in many ways to my singing. Indifferent, surprised, dumb-founded in utter disbelief, approving with smiles, constantly checking out to see if I was still singing etc. Of all these responses, the experience of singing with Vani has been the most joyous one.

 

-- Hema