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Travel: From Shillong With Khublei!



From Shillong Peak

Shillong---a city of the North Eastern India we have grown up with. Because, this beautiful hill station had been the capital of Assam till January, 1972 when Meghalaya was carved out of Assam as a separate state. And because the music legend of Assam, Bhupen Hazarika composed beautiful songs on Shillong and Meghalaya during the 50s, 60s and 70s. These songs have been our great favorites from our childhood days. So it hardly mattered that I visited the city only twice—once in my childhood days with memories getting blurred and one very brief visit in the 90s. When Shillong suddenly became my workplace I went there with all familiarity and with an unspoken bond of love.

Ward's Lake
I must mention the three evergreen Assamese numbers by Bhupen Hazarika on Shillong that always haunted me. ‘Shillongore Godhuli’ (Evening in Shillong), ‘Shillongore Monalisa Lyngdoh (‘Hello, Monalisa Lyngdoh from Shillong’ with Jayanta Hazarika) and his Assamese-Khasi movie ‘Pratidhawani’(1964) duet ‘Lieng Makau’ with none other than Talat Mahmood. Lieng Makauis the imaginary name of a Khasi girl from the hills and the song describes her beauty in conformity with incredible nature giving details of culture and ethos of Meghalaya.

Umiam Lake
Shillong is an enchanting city with nature endowing her full attention and with narrow hilly roads winding through the peaks and plateaus of the city. With concrete buildings constantly on the rise at some lanes two vehicles could hardly cross and there have been traffic jams nowadays for similar reasons. Shilling has a altitude of nearly 5000 feet above sea level. Shillong Peak encompassing the Laitkor Peak has a height of about 6400 feet offering breathtaking views of the city and having sub-zero temperatures during December-January while in 

the city average temperatures range from 25 maximum (rarely up to 28) to 3 minimum throughout the year. Here you will never see ceiling fans or air-conditioners anywhere, but will find only room heaters in all office and residences. Khasi community forms the majority in the city with sizeable sections of Garo, Manipuri, Nepali, Mizo, Bengali and Assamese people apart from other Indians who mostly come on transfers. In Meghalaya 70 percent of the population are Christians which reflects in Shillong too.
Elephant Falls
Thanks to the cool climate you will find markets for woolens, wine outlets and fish-meat (mainly pork) shops almost everywhere in the city. In most of the activities you will find women in the forefront thanks to the matriarchal society of Meghalaya. Meghalaya has 11 districts including 5 in the disturbed Garo Hill region and the population is more than 30 million.

The cosmopolitan nature of the city is reflected in the workforce of most of the offices, organizations and corporations. Shillong Doordarshan, being a Government of India organization, has a workforce covering almost all parts of India including the major chunk from North East and East.
Doordarshan Shillong, Lailtkor Peak
This writer has the privilege of working now with a multi-ethnic, multi-linguistic and multi-religious team. And there is absolute harmony and bond as if all are bound by soothing Mother Nature. Inside, the inner chords of human hearts speak eloquently to you and outside, the descending clouds often have a dialogue with you. Sunlight is something in considerable scarcity here, but the warmth of human hearts make up for that.

English is the official language here, however of late efforts are underway for the inclusion of Khasi language in the 8thSchedule of the Indian Constitution. As I communicate in mostly English or in Hindi or in Assamese or in Bengali every member of the team endearingly asks about how I am doing or how I am finding the city. I say to them, ‘Shillong is breathlessly beautiful. It is of course very cold, but you people are very warm.’ Khublei (meaning Namaskar or thanks) to all of you! Khublei Shibun…thanks very much indeed! 


November Double Tragedy Hits Assam!

 The first to dissolve into eternity was the


legendary singer-poet-lyricist-writer-journalist-filmmaker 
Dr. Bhupen Hazarika  who passed away at a Mumbai Hospital on November 5, 2011. And now, the celebrated author-social reformer-academician Prof. Indira Goswami, better known by her pen name Mamoni Raisom Goswami, passed away at a Guwahati hospital on November 29, 2011.

Two noted personalities of Assam who have been rooted to the soil and totally committed to the people and the land they belonged to. They have been the torchbearers for Assam carrying themselves with numerous awards and recognitions at the national and international levels. Assam has been identified with their laurels and as their home state. While one got the Dada Saheb Phalke Award, the highest honor in Cinema in India, the other got the Jnanpith Award, the highest literary honor of the country. One is dearest ‘Da’ (elder brother) and the other is beloved ‘Baideo’ (elder sister) for all of the Assamese people. Losing them both now is proving to be one of the most painful moments of history for Assam.

Indira Goswami’s novels always focus on the downtrodden and women in particular. She delves deep into the problems society creates for them and rants out her thoughts through most powerful words that ushered in a new chapter in literature of Assam. Her novel on the conditions of widows has been acclaimed as an all time classic. Mamoni Baideo had herself suffered in her life—fighting with depression and suicidal tendencies since her childhood days and then fighting with life losing her husband after just 18 months of marriage. But she never accepted defeat and fought on to reach the peak of success.

Indira Goswami, with her tremendous love for her motherland, tried to structure a society based on peace by becoming a mediator between the extremists of the United Liberation Front of Assam (ULFA—people in Assam pronounce it as ‘Aalfa’) and the Government of India. Thanks to her efforts a peace committee had been formed, but she preferred to call herself an observer rather than a mediator.

Mamoni Baideo’s last rites have been performed in Guwahati today with full state honors. A sense of tremendous pride can only be some consolation in this hour of grief and pain for the Assamese.  




River Brahmaputra and Bhupen Hazarika!

River Brahmaputra flows through almost the entire length of Assam, a state in North East India, from the far east of Arunachal Pradesh down to the west and out of Assam. It’s called by different names in different regions. In Assamese it’s also referred to Lohit or Luit.

The peoples’ singer-poet-composer Bhupen Hazarika accepts River Brahmaputra as the symbol of vitality and strength of Assam. Very much in the tradition of Ol’ Man River of Paul Robeson fame he always sings in eulogy and devotion to the great river:
                         
                        “O’ mighty Brahmaputra…you are the pilgrimage of reunion…
                            For ages and ages…you have been preaching…
                            The message of assimilation…integration…unity…”

But when the sensitive poet sees people in both the banks of the river suffering and leading miserable lives he cries out in anger at the same symbol of devotion:

                           “Even after witnessing the sufferings of countless people in…
                             Your valley so vast…O’ you Burha Luit (Old Luit)…
                         Why do you just flow on…so indifferently…so dumbly…”    



When there is a time of severe crisis faced by the state or the region the poet addresses the river identifying it with the people’s agony and asking for total support:

                           


                             “Today…river Brahmaputra is afire…blazing…
                     The horizon of the peoples’ mind shrouded with smoke…darkness…
                     The sky is peppered with blackened and falling stars…
                           Whom do they think they dare insult again and again…”     

Apart from such classic period songs Bhupen Hazarika had sung many other exquisite compositions describing the natural beauty of the river, its majestic presence; and other patriotic songs on the river and the people in its valley—particularly the youths whom he always described as most courageous and ready to die defending the honor of the Baba Brahmaputra. 




Tributes to the Bard of Brahmaputra...         





The Auto-rickshaw Song of Bhupen Hazarika!


We have said earlier about Dr. Bhupen Hazarika’s songs have a strong social commitment reflecting the joyful or sorrowful times of not only Assam, but the whole of the North East India. Here is one song that aims at the total common man—the unemployed youths. After auto-rickshaws  were introduced in the streets of Assam Bhupen Hazarika wrote, composed and sang this song with his younger brother late Jayanta Hazarika in probably the late sixties to inspire the unemployed local youths not to hesitate but to go for it.
The lyrics of the evergreen song go like this in English:
                             
                             “Driving our auto-rickshaw, we two brothers…

                              Storming through the streets of Guwahati…
     Me the elder brother having a doctorate…my younger brother a post graduate…
                              Having to repay a big bank loan….
                        From the refinery in the fat east to the University in the far west…
                              All localities in between… from north to south…
                        Working hard…sweating…will repay the remaining bank loan…    
                               Permit in my brother’s name…I too drive it often…
                    As my brother says,’younger brother of an educated unemployed…
                                We have no complex…..’
      My brother has only one weakness…Jalukbari University his favorite…
                             Sometimes he would take away the auto from me…saying….
                             ‘My love will be my passenger today…’
         I ask would she marry you…you not being a professor…he would reply...    
                               With pride, ‘My love understands the dignity of labor…’
                      I praise him for the decision…good that you did not run after a job…
    Or you would’ve remained unemployed for life…blessings from my sister-in-law…
                                             Driving our auto…we two brothers…”

The song is inspiring even now! Tributes to Bhupenda…


‘…We are Third Class Passengers in the Train of Life!’—Bhupen Hazarika

‘Not first, not second…we are third class passengers in a bogey of the Train of life!
  The train cries out our deprivation…the sadness oozes out in sparks of fire…!
 The big packages in the train contain our tears…we pave our way with the steam of our tears!
  We have all our companions traveling with us…hoping to be delivered finally at the Destination!’

The humble singer cried out in anguish! The peoples’ singer who represented the poor, the downtrodden, the exploited, the tribals of the hills, the plains…inspiring everyone from the illiterate villager to the erudite urbanites.  He sang their sadness, distress, frustrations, joys and ecstasies all his life.

And truly, tearfully and gratefully…the millions are surging and surging…in an unending stream…to pay homage to their dearest artiste Bhupen Hazarika. Queues of people stretching more than five kilometers to get to the Judges Field in Guwahati, Assam and pay their last respects. Crowds pouring from everywhere—all parts of the North East and the East. The unprecedented crowd stream made the authorities to postpone the last rites to tomorrow morning scheduled to be held today afternoon. The peoples’ artiste will continue to meet his ardent admirers full day today and till morning tomorrow. Then the millions will follow him for his final journey. 
This could be one of the biggest attended funerals in world history. The first in Guinness Book of Records is that of Aannadurai—the Tamil scholar and former Chief Minister of Tamil Nadu who died in 1969. The second biggest in India was the funeral procession of Mahatma Gandhi. The peoples’ artiste could figure in the second or third spot in India and definitely in the first ten world over.

Long Live The Legend! 

Tearful Farewell to the Legend!

What a spontaneous and overwhelming demonstration of love! What a tremendous expression of adulation! To an artiste rooted to his soil, an artiste committed to his society and people and an artist truly of the masses. There had 

 been no landmark or movement or progress achieved or stressful times of Assam that had not been sincerely reflected in his songs. His songs, in fact, have been a genuine document of Assam’s journey through the decades. A tearful farewell to Dr. Bhupen Hazarika on his last journey on his dearest motherland.


Since the day of his passing away one and every member of the Assamese community in Mumbai has landed on the hospital premises to offer last prayers. Yesterday, almost all of them were there to bid a sorrowful goodbye to their icon.

Early morning today Dr. Bhupen Hazarika’s mortal remains had been flown from Mumbai to Guwahati, his hometown in Assam. Thousands of people from all walks of life were everywhere; in the airport premises, in the streets, in the junctions and at every point on the route the last journey  passed through. A sea of humanity, descending from all parts of Assam and eastern India. 

The Legend is now installed in Guwahati’s prime grounds—the Judge Field—for people to have a last look and offer prayers. The last rites will be performed tomorrow—the 8th of October, 2011—at 1pm  at Guwahati University campus with full state honors.

Long live the Legend!

Bhupenda: Nostalgic Memories!

In the musical fraternity of my family, nearer and distant relatives and friends there has been a huge fan following for Dr. Bhupen Hazarika. Many of the fans were either polished or workable singers of Bhupenda songs. With combined scenario of in-house artistry and fan following we used to have frequent musical get-togethers—mostly at evening hours and on rotational basis.

My eldest maternal uncle late Dhiren Sarma and my younger brother Jyotirmay were polished singers of Bhupenda songs. Both of them used to sing one particular song with terrific artistry and emotion. I have attached here the You Tube link borrowed from the net.

I had the privilege of meeting Bhupenda on several occasions ranging from my childhood days to present. We used to go to the Bihu functions at night and waited late for savoring the programs of Bhupenda with his dearest younger brother and singing maestro late Jayanta Hazarika.  

Once in childhood days, we were on our way from Tezpur to our native village Teok in eastern Assam and we were crossing river Brahmaputra in public motor boat called ferry as there was no bridge in those days. We were thrilled to see Bhupenda traveling too. My father late Amulya Kumar Chakravarty, a renowned author-translator of Assam,  went up to him to say hello. They talked for a long time and there came the much awaited introduction episode with us. After about 2 months Bhupenda started publishing my father’s series of translated stories in his magazine ‘Amar Pratinidhi’.

As we grew older the nature of meetings changed. Once for a function organized by us we met him at his residence at Nijorapar, Guwahati. Bhupenda that day was at his homely and scholarly best. Coming to Mumbai for being posted in Films Division I had the opportunities to meet him several times. I still relish the moment when Bhupenda once entered my room in Films Division, sat there, had tea and talked for a long time. Later on we visited him when he was not well. Once in the residence of my late colleague cum respected elder late Naren Barua we had the unique pleasure of having supper and enjoying a cricket match that India won with the music legend! My brother Jyotirmay has been singing his songs in many concerts and Bhupenda always welcomed this and applauded my brother too in a few of such occasions. That night he mentioned about this to our great happiness. My singer-wife Ragini also had a fruitful musical session with the legend. We also met him when he was the Chairman of Sangeet Natak Academy and was organizing shows of various Indian plays in Mumbai.

I am very sad at not being able to meet him one last time when he had been sick since June, 2011. There are two basic reasons for this. Firstly, I had been more focused on arranging news coverage and sending the visuals to Guwahati and Delhi, because I thought that was more crucial service for his countless fans. Secondly and more personally, I never wanted to see the great artiste in a helpless and stricken condition. I always want to preserve in my heart the liveliest and the fondest images and nostalgia. But I get sad anyway, because these reasons are not excuses.

Strong nostalgia has to make our eyes go moist. Long live the Legend!




Assamese Music Legend Bhupen Hazarika No More!

We have been born listening to his songs, we grew up with his songs and we are still living with his evergreen songs. He is a way of life for the people of Assam, a state in North East India, and he has been an integral part of their existence. The golden voice of Dr. Bhupen Hazarika has ceased today after a span of over sixty years. The people of Assam and also of India, particularly West Bengal, have now to accept this fact.

He has been a singer par excellence, a top class lyricist, a writer-journalist, a music director and a filmmaker. His songs are characterized by unique literary words, phrases and expressions. He has shown that melody can still be kept with complex literary words of the highest order. It has always been a pleasure to try singing his songs because of the complex yet beautiful lyrical compositions. His lyrics and tunes have the earthy native fragrance of the land he belonged to. He has been the dearest Bhupenda (‘da’ meaning dear elder brother) for all of the people in Assam.

Apart from scores of Assamese songs he also sang Hindi and Bengali songs. He is so popular in Bengal that many Bengalis claim him to belong there. He had also sung an English number of the Leadbelly-Paul Robeson fame ‘We Are in the Same Boat Brother’. In many stage concerts Bhupenda showed his mastery by switching languages effortlessly, that is to say singing the same in different languages.

He had directed Assamese films in various genres in the mid-fifties and also wrote and composed the songs. His foray into Bollywood started in 1973 when he gave music to a Hindi mainstream film ‘Aarop’ directed by Atam Ram. Afterwards he had been the music director for several Kalpana Lajmi movies namely ‘Rudaali’ (1993).

The 85 year old legend Dr. Bhupen Hazarika passed away today afternoon at Kokilaben Dhiru Bhai Ambani hospital in Mumbai. He had been fighting death since June, 2011 and in August recovered almost completely. But his multi-organ dysfunction continued and he was admitted again in October. For the past two days he had been in a critical condition. Finally a grand musical era came to a close at around 4.40 pm today. His body will be taken to Assam maybe tomorrow or day after and the last rites will be performed with full state honors at his hometown Guwahati. 



Our tributes to the Legend. May his great soul attain eternal musical bliss!




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