Timeline since January

Hi there, champs.

This is Jamie, Navjot's wife. I've been a bit bothered by the neglected state of this blog, so in addition to finishing up my blog, I am going to add a few posts to this blog, where I will try to give some more info about Navjot's musical experiences here in India. Although it is best to get Navjot's perspective, I will work to convey his unique perspectives, though I already know I'll be including some of my own impressions too!


First, I'll give a timeline of events since January:

Late December: Navjot attended the Harballabh Festival in Jalandhar City with his friend, an American tabla student/percussionist Mike List. This festival, which is known as the oldest Indian classical music festival, has been held annually for 133 years. My impressions is that it is a little Woodstock-ish, with continuous performances day and night

October to January, intermittently: Navjot would host musical gatherings at his flat in Jalandhar. His teacher would play tabla, his co-worker at the TV Station named Doordarshan, would sing and play harmonium, and a couple other musicians-but-have-day-jobs also sang and discussed music. These boisterous evenings were accompanied with lots of chicken curry, mutton, and scotch. Strangely, these gatherings ceased after my arrival, even though I would have liked to have been part of one of these parties. I think that visiting the home of a married couple automatically brings about all kinds of proper behavior, implicitly, which put a wet blanket on the idea of these parties. Ummm....sorry?

February: We attended the wedding of a close family friend, Neha, a doctor in Philadelphia. This wedding was Hindu, and wow, there were several ceremonies, including the final ceremony which lasted until 5 am.

March: Navjot and I traveled to Calcutta to attend a Fulbright Conference. Navjot gave a presentation titled: The Role of Kayda in North Indian tabla music. He talked for about 5 minutes, then demonstrated a kayda. I recorded it and felt the presentation went very well! Go Navjot! The next night Navjot and other Fulbright artists put together a pre-dinner performance which was a hurried fusion of a North Indian percussionist (Navjot) playing South Indian music for the dancers, topped with Navjot grooving with some South-Indian rhythm-speak from an ethnomusicologist, then a great dance professor from Wisconsin danced a very good interpretation of some hip-hop 'spoken word' (read on)...and finally ended with Navjot accompanying a zoologist(same guy) who also was a hip-hop spoken-word poet. The performances were interesting and entertaining, especially since this group of Fulbrighters bonded well, and everyone liked seeing the artists shine.

After the conference we visited a few places in Calcutta, took a memorable overnight train called the Doon Express, and visited Varanasi, the Hindu/Buddhist/Muslim/Jain ancient holy city. We spent most of our time walking the ghats, or the steps to the river, and since we were nearing the Hindu festival of Holi, we got to see a festive *drink* called Bhaang Lassi, which is cannabis blended with watery yogurt. From Varanasi, we took a plane to New Delhi, then a train back to Jalandhar, and once we reached home we both fell ill: Navjot for around 5 days and me for a week and a half. Oh well, better then than during the trip!

While we were sick, we attended a performance of his Guru's at a swanky club in Jalandhar. Guruji played ghazals with his singer friend, and a few other musicians played keyboard, dhol (another drum--he was never heard) and another harmonium (?). I enjoyed the music, but the singer's stage presence put me off a little: he made a couple of snappy comments to his musicians onstage if they praised him "ki-ah bot hai" for singing well, which is SO natural for Indians listening to a good performer. I don't know why he didn't want to hear it, but he didn't, I feel, need to express it onstage in front of anyone. He didn't full-out humiliate anyone by any means....I guess I am just sensitive to this kind of thing. So much for getting Navjot's impression of this! OOPS!

April: Navjot went to New Delhi to meet a student of Abbas Khan, a tabla player Navjot is gathering a history on as a part of his grant. Navjot got a good sense of this player's style--my impression is that it is smoother than his guru's, but there is so much more than style that differentiates one tabla player from another. Navjot told me that he could not even take one lesson from this player (something we could easily do in the States, I feel) because he would have to change his "hand" or his fundamental approach to producing sound with this right hand on the smaller drum.

Another interesting aspect of this interview was the clashing of "respectful traditions" of meeting an established musician of a similar gharana (musical style) and the businessman wanting to earn money for giving an interview. The tabla player tried to combine the two in this manner: he specified the amount of 'gift money' that Navjot was already bound to bring by custom. The gift price tag was fairly hefty, a big no-no in Navjot's world. Navjot complied, but he felt (as others in our circle did) offended by this move, and he let the player know his feelings at the end of the interview.

My own thought is that one shouldn't be greedy when meeting someone who wants to make you more known in the world through scholarly means, but again, I'm looking through the glass at the ops of Indian culture. If it were Zakir Hussain, fine....because he is already known in the world, and Navjot woujldn't be doing him any favors, it'd be the other way around....but this guy isn't known world-wide, and he still chose to be greedy. In contrast, Nav did meet Zakir at the Wharton Center a year or so ago, and while it wasn't a half-hour interview, they chatted and took photos; it was a great experience for Navjot.

May: I dragged Navjot along on my trip to Himachal Pradesh. He could've left when we reached Dharmasala, but we were welcoming friends Heather Borden and Cailin Shannon, so Navjot stuck around now that we were a party. Nonetheless, we were away for 12 days, and the latter days were stressful for Navjot because he wanted to be back home playing more (he played some on the trip--he brought his tablas) and taking lessons.

Otherwise Navjot's routine is: Wake up early, go exercise with his Guru, and maybe hear a raag or a ghazal from him, then come home, sleep a bit, practice, listen, sing, practice, then return to Guruji's flat for playing and a lesson in the evening. It is more like a musical apprenticeship, but this something I'd like to write more on later.

Bye!

So there I was

So there I was, standing butt-naked with a resolve, on a cold marble floor, with the water running out of the bucket only a foot and a half away from my feet. The temperature was supposedly 9 degrees Celcius i.e. 48.2 degree Fahrenheit. I was warmish having come back from my walk. I was going to to do it. I gingerly, while psyching myself, stepped into the puddle of the water that was running away and then quickly stepped out. A sudden breeze from outside came in from the open window. I felt my hair tingle and stand up to proctect my bare skin and they would have succeeded a few million years ago, when I was still hanging out in the trees and eating bananas. But now there were too few of them, and there gesture was like an old dog snarling without teeth, pitiful.
I wasn't going to back down. I filled up a large plastic cup with the cold water and held it high above my head and said aaaaaaahhh!
Then I brought it back down realizing how freaking cold it probably was. I decided I needed to yell something as I did it. The non-specific aaaahhh! wasn't cutting it. Most people take the name of their respective lords. But I am not most people, so I decided on something else. The cup was held at belly-button level.
With a single motion I dumped the water on myself screaming, "Arthropods!" Second cup, "Trilobites!!". Third Cup, "Darwin!!" and so on...
If you have ever jumped into Lake Michigan on an october morning, you can get close to the feeling. If you haven't try it. You would either thank me or the paramedics afterwards.
But the feeling afterwards when I emptied the whole bucket on myself was great. I am going to
try this whenever I feel things are a bit slow. It sure peps up the morning.

Some photos.

Couple of waterfowl of some kind.
Sorry don't have my bird book and there were no labels.



Parrot very colorful.



A red bird.



Bride.



A garden at the resort



Reception venue another look.

Trip to Bombay area - part I

All of a sudden near the 8th of this month, I decided to go attend a friend's wedding near Bombay (Mumbai) on the 12th and then a music festival in Pune. It was a fun time although getting there was a little challenging. You might think because of the recent terrorism in Bombay there would be less travel to that part but you would be wrong. I was in the waiting list in the second position for the train from Chandigarh straight to Panvel where the wedding was being held. This was the only train where I was that close, other waiting lines were much longer.
I was hoping that the place would open up and I would have a easy time getting there in the train, while checking out the landscape on the way. On the 10th I showed up at the railway station and found out that there was no room anywhere.
So, I decided to fly and booked my ticket for the 11th with return on the 16th. Flying is faster but more expensive. On the 11th I was off. I landed in Mumbai and got a taxi to Panvel from the airport. After 2 hours or so I was at the resort.
On the way traffic was heavy in the city. Mumbai is very crowded. As soon as we got just a little bit on the outskirts, I noticed the awful smell of burning things in the air. The stuff that was burning was most likely of industrial origin. The street lights had their lightpath made visible by the dark particulate matter in the air. If you have ever seen street lights on a foggy night you will have an idea of what it looked like except that the dark floating matter in the air made everything look dingy. If you can afford it get an ac taxi. Its expensive, but you will be spared the humid heat and pollution of the city to some extent.
When I got there, the dinner party was going on. I was assigned a room in a "cottage", I went and freshened up and then came to the party. The food was great. I did some dancing and introduced myself to the family. The arrangements for the wedding were made by the parents of both my friend and her husband, although how the various events were divvied up, I have no idea. The whole thing had been going on since the day before. Many of the relatives from both sides were staying at the resort.
Next day wedding ceremony was held. The breakfast was south indian style: coffee, idli, some fried dough stuff etc. Very nice. Lunch was also excellent. There was fish curry in Goan style and other vegetarian stuff. I was moved by the dessert preparation of wheat flour mixed with some other kind of flour, almonds, pistacchio, raisins etc. called 'Halwa'. The flour is cooked in clarified butter then sugar and water and other stuff is added. The resulting texture and flavor of this dish, which was floating in this clarfied butter called ghee, was heavenly.
Afterward, I checked out the zoo that was built inside the resort. There were a several birds, a lot of peacocks, some turkeys etc. A little boy followed me along on this expedition.

Turkeys in our path.



Anyways, the main dinner was in the evening at the reception after the marriage. During the day I performed on Tabla for my friend's family during one of the ceremonies, which was fun. I had never met her family only her brother. Everyone was extra nice and wonderful. I liked the family very much. Their ways were punjabi, very hospitable. Her husband-to-be, was also quite welcoming and seemed to be a very nice person.

Reception venue


So back to food, I do apologise for not taking photos of all this great stuff but I was too busy eating. Dinner was grand to say the least. It was all vegetarian, (their particular customs forbid them to eat meat or drink alcohol on the day of the wedding) but what a spread. There was punjabi food, moghlai food, mongolian barbequed veggies, chinese noodles etc, snacks of many varieties, ice creams, juices, mixed non alcoholic drinks.

Non-alcoholic shots of which I imbibed this one called chilli shot several times along with the bride's brother. It was a mixture of tabasco and mango juice and the shot glass was dipped in some salt and crushed chillies. I tried a little of many things and still there was so much more I could have tried.
So after this mega feast the next morning I took my leave from this very nice family and headed to lonavala.

The culture of walking

So recently I have started running and walking in the mornings with my teacher. It is taking a bit to get adjusted to waking up, but if I know he will be there, I can do it. I get up around 5 am and then put on warm clothes and shoes and then quietly lock my door and head downstairs. Everyone in the landlord's house is asleep at that time. I usually hear snoring. Then I do a complicated unlocking and re-locking of the exterior gate while trying to be gentle because it is an iron gate and it can make nice ringing noises.
I walk out and across the end of the street there is a Sikh temple (Gurudwara) very close to where I live and they have already been awake for a little while and doing their thing. A few people are usually going there. Then as I walk towards the park where I run I see a few people out walking. Some middle-aged couples, some older couples and several middle-aged men. Usually they are the same people everyday. People don't smile at you as they do in US. If they know you they will greet you but otherwise you just keep on walking and do some staring. Shops are all closed and it is fairly quite. Practically no one is on the roads. I pass the other Hospital/gurudwara that I had pictured in the previous Diwali photos post as well.
When I get to the park, I don't go straight in to the park but rather walk on the road next to the park that goes away from it in a different direction. A couple of laps of that road and then I enter the park. Sometimes people bring their dogs. Then the local road-dogs usually follow that person and the dog all around the area to make sure that no claim to their property is laid by the visitor.
This park is called D.C. ground which stands for Deputy Commissioner Ground because it is near the D.C.'s house. All around us are buildings built probably from British times to house the officers. Most of these are occupied by high ranking police and other administrative officers. They have security guards posted outside. These are large properties and have a lot of grass and trees and space, a luxury to which most modern Indians have little access.
It is still dark but the area lighting is good. Some men and women are usually walking on the elliptical concrete path in the park. A group of middle aged, younger and older men is usually sitting under the gazebo as well and they do some chanting and hand clapping and other things to get themselves going. Even in the cold winter days most of these people will show up and talk and laugh and do some walking and chanting. Many of these people are businessmen and they start talking business and news and other topics of discussion that interest them.
The park is well maintained. There are nice ornamental trees and shrubs. The scene becomes beautiful when the dawn appraoches. There is light in the sky and birds go about their morning rituals. The dew makes things feel fresh. I look forward to seeing some fog soon.
My teacher does his exercises and I run on the grass getting my shoes dirty with wet grass and dirt. After this I usually stretch a little and then go walking with my teacher towards his home and we walk in the bigger park near his house. We usually talk about music or other interests. Lot more people are out and about at this time and the park is full of people walking and exercising and talking. Some of the men move from their previous gazebo to this park's gazebo to continue their chants and chatter.
Afterwards, I head home and fall asleep after breakfast.
It is a nice culture of walking and associating that helps keep many of the elderly going and makes them feel socially connected. I enjoy getting up and talking music with my teacher in the mornings, the peace and quiet and also exercising. If only I had the discipline to do this on my own all the time. But I am hoping that by doing it here I will create the habit that will surely serve me well.

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What I had for breakfast.

I had a fun beginning today. I went to sleep at 1:30 at night then woke up around 4:50 am to go for a walk and a run with my teacher. Came back home and then had a breakfast of pranthas(bread preparation) of cheese with sweet yogurt and butter as sides. I almost had a glass of milk to fill out the dairy ensemble, except that I had to go to sleep. Good times. I better go for a run tomorrow as well.