* What parts of our monsoon repertoire have slipped into oblivion, what have we been able to retain and what adaptations have taken place in current times when the season itself no longer holds the same associations we once celebrated?
The monsoon, I always thought — and often said publicly — had been abundantly celebrated and represented in Indian music and the arts. This is by no means an exaggeration; the monsoon-related repertoire is rich, and includes the many Malhars, kajris and jhoolas that are still sung and performed widely. Artistes and composers have steadily enriched this corpus of knowledge by contributing new compositions and melodies.
But, at the same time, there has also been a steady depletion as some compositions and forms remain neglected and ultimately become extinct. What part of this repertoire have we been able to retain, and what has slipped into oblivion? What adaptations have taken place, if any, and what are we adding to our monsoon repertoire in current times?
Currently, the Malhar family of raags is most commonly and popularly associated with the monsoon. Researchers and scholars identify Megh Malhar and Gaud Malhar as possibly the oldest forms of Malhar, with Miyan Malhar, Ramdasi Malhar, Nat Malhar, Sur Malhar and other variants emerging later. The path-breaking vocalist and composer Kumar Gandharva created
Kajri , the popular north Indian folk form, is associated with the monsoon and the lyrics are usually charming descriptions of the season. Rain clouds, thunder, lightning, drizzles and downpours, monsoon festivals such as Teej, mehndi, shringar , love and longing in the monsoon are usually the themes. But folk musicians have been quick to adapt existing repertoire to include contemporary themes. Take, for instance, unsual samples from Arjundas Kesari’s Kajri Mirjapur Sarnam , an extraordinary compilation of kajri compositions that departs from the conventional. Sample this:
Moraa manwaa lagal ba ice-kireem mein, laa da piya keen ke na!
[My heart is set on an ice-cream, get me some, won’t you?]
If this didn’t make you smile, then the English kajri in the compilation surely will:
Aapter (after) taking murli, Radhe, ismyling (smiling), told Murari Shyam
Where ij (is) your murli Mohan? Then began to search Bihari Shyam!
Inspired by Mahatma Gandhi’s call to spin and weave khadi, a kajri composer wrote this:
Khaddar ke chunri rang de chhapedaar, re rangrejwaa
Bahut dinaa ke laagal man hamaar, re rangrejwaa
[Make me a block printed khadi dupatta, O fabric dyer,
I have wanted one for a long time]
Unable to isolate themselves from contemporary social and political issues, artistes have always created works that speak of the times they live in. It is only natural, therefore, to find a spate of freshly composed Covid-19 kajris .
Young Shivam Gupta sings on YouTube:
Aail Corona bimaari, balam husiyaari dikhaya,
Abahi le dawai na baanti, hui jaataa jekraa oo roi roi kaati,
Rogi se doori banaya, balam husiyaari dikhaya
The kajri is written, as is often the established tradition, in the voice of a woman, urging her beloved to be husiyaar or careful when dealing with Covid-19. There is no cure for it yet, she says, and those who are infected weep through their recovery, so remember to maintain a distance from the rogi or afflicted.
‘Kajri samrat’ or kajri king Hazarilal Yadav sings a Covid-19 kajri written by Rasiya Kumar and composed by Pritam Vishwakarma:
Cheen kaile ba dekha jadu tona piya, phailal Corona piya na.
[China is using black magic and has spread Corona]
Sab ka baatai bura haal, saari duniya ba behaal
charo or machal hauwai rona dhona piya, phailal Corona piya na
[Everyone is in a sorry state, the entire world is suffering
In all four directions, there is grief and loss.]
It is inevitable that in the days to come artistes will create works that reflect and illustrate the many tragedies that the pandemic has laid bare. But, importantly, monsoon itself no longer holds the same associations we once celebrated. Climate change, its furious impact on the seasons, and our own refusal to pay heed to nature’s warnings will mean that the monsoon repertoire we thought existed in abundance, may slowly and steadily become extinct or grievously depleted.
Shubha Mudgal, a classical vocalist based in Delhi, is the author of Looking for Miss Sargam