Ranjani-Gayatri, what did we do to deserve this?
Last concert you began with a varnam and sounds check had Tulasidala, so this time? Varnam for sounds check and kriti to begin. Because you don’t do repeats. Which kriti? The best. Rara Mayintidaaka. Vid. Manoj Siva and Vid. Anirudh Athreya immediately made it clear – this was going to be one tightly anchored, gripping concert. Asaveri Swarams, perfect.
Not Sri. Not Manirangu. MSS’s Ikanaina! You cannot sing the SECOND kriti like this… Not even 10 minutes into the concert (approximations, their music made my watch obsolete) and it already felt like we were flying with you. Sangathi rockets soaring starwards one after the other. Akalanka Neeve… Neraval – Swarams. These words seem so useless in the face of your music. The little flowered creeper began growing, as it wound itself tightly to your voices, (what unshakeable support!) as you made it shoot upward, making it blossom with every note. On the way, it found yet another nectar sweet structure to latch on to – Charumathi Raghuraman ma’am’s bow. And so rose the little creeper, twisting and turning to your imaginations, flowers blooming all through, between three melodic pillars, coursing through the path set by the maddening Deshadi beats, to become her towering, self-actualized self. Pushpalathika. You think we clapped? That was us folding hands over and over, in reverence.