The story starts with a child prodigy. (It is something I have often wondered about in tales of art; there is always focus on talent, raw and glistening, whose unmistakable glow everyone submits to. Yet, most art is about hours and hours of riyaaz, keeping at it even when there is no validation and no audience. But you don’t want to hear a rant about the cult of the individual, you want a story. So coming back.) This child prodigy’s name was Shivputra Siddharamiah. Everyone knew this child could sing and how. Was taught music, and in a few years became a teacher himself. Such prodigious talent is almost divine, and so, the little boy was named after a sprite, Kumar Gandharva.
You have captured the ineffable reality so beautifully, and meaningfully to our realities. These two renditions by Kumar Gandharava have been most moving for me. But until now I couldn’t think into this moving feeling. Thanks
This is such a movingly beautiful newsletter S! I am hoping the ailing feel better soon!
You have captured the ineffable reality so beautifully, and meaningfully to our realities. These two renditions by Kumar Gandharava have been most moving for me. But until now I couldn’t think into this moving feeling. Thanks
Oh Priya, thank you! So glad - your kind words mean so much!