Music and memories sit together in a way we do not understand.
I think of those moments of my childhood staying with cousins, my ammumma - a generously built and indulgent grandma - two aunts and an equally indulgent uncle in a beautiful old family home in Marayil lane in a Kochi of yore now preserved in sepia.
A warm summer evening and we move about listlessly amidst the adults, the cool black oxide flooring smooth as a river pebble. My uncle has his office in a charmingly fashioned building in the same compound and, his work done for the day, has gone upstairs to play records on his player. In a corner of the living room in the family home where we all are, up by the ceiling, is a wooden box with a speaker embedded in it. That speaker is connected by a tenuous wire to the record player in his room.
Ammaman, as he was to me, plays a number of songs, largely Malayalam but Hindi as well, yet the memory that sticks with me is of one: the film Chemeen is considered a landmark in Malayalam cinema, as are its songs; this one has stuck with me, a soulful, slow, deeply moving rendition sung, unusually enough, by the inimitable Manna Dey. It was his first Malayalam song and, though at that age I don’t quite understand the lyrics, his pronunciation is flawless (which is more than I can say for myself).
And that is how I first remember Salil Chowdhury. I then remember the audio tape - a selection of his best music - that I had bought across the college campus at that little store with the unsmiling owner. And I remember his music in Anand - another landmark film in Indian cinema - with Rajesh Khanna singing by the sea and a song by Lata, Na Jiya Lage Na, that is as much raag-based as it is Rabindra Sangeet. And the flute in Maya…..And Madhumati, Kabuliwala……And Rajnigandha…...And Choti Si Baat…..And Annadata with its mellifluous, gorgeously unusual Raaton Ke Saye, that I have heard a hundred times. And so much in between.
If, over the years, I have been a diehard - what sort of word is that, by the way? - listener of RD Burman’s music, Salil Chowdhury has been the first change, for when you are done with chalk, cheese is welcome, if both are the finest there is. And, like all great music, the more you listen, the more it grows on you.
A musician friend and I once spent an hour listening to the music of our generation, much of it in silence. He then shifted in his chair, stretched a bit and took a deep breath and sighed. “These Bongs,” he said, tapping his head, and there was reverence in that voice, “they are as brilliant as they are crazy.” QED
If Salil Chowdhury had been around, he would have begun his 100th year tomorrow. To a genius then, it is time to say Thank You.
This medley is an extraordinary tribute. Play on.