This year seems to be very unfortunate for the arts and humanity. So many stalwarts have left us to eternity. There is a sense of vaccum and sense of helplessness when you realise that it is true! Its difficult to imagine that these legends who personified the arts will physically cease to exist hence forth. How to make sense of It? How to understand or accept it?
My formstive years were filled with his music. Mandolin meant Srinivas for me. His humility, wisdom and simplicity left me in awe of him every time. It is artists like him who are standing proof of rebirth and magic. He could not have been the musician he is from his sadhana in this birth, it is something that has come along from somewhere else! He was born to show the world that the winds hidden in the resonating chamber of this Western instrument, waited to resonate to the music of our carnatic trinity.
The serene silence, the nuanced gamakas and that emotive intelligent in his rendering were unique to him. An era ends today in the world of music.
Today's youngsters are extremely intelligent and creative! The ability to handle any raga, any tala or any rhythmic juggelery comes very easily to them, but the depth? The soul?
Is music about technique? About playing with notes or rhythm or something more than that? Isn't music a yearning of one soul that touches another? Isn't music an expression that takes its listeners to newer meanings?
Sadly today music is losing that virtue and artists like Srinivas leave a bigger void when they leave us.
Their Music stays for eternity... always reminding us what music can and should be!
Rest in peace maestro....
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