In spite of the growing years and the paunch and the increasing cynicism, Poila Baisakh has a cathartic effect. Inexplicable, but the world looks a little rosier, indiscipline and uncleanliness looks a little out of focus, and the cold wind which flows in from the Hooghly river and flutters my hair seems that little bit more tangy. Memories stream in and go like flitting traces of sunshine. Childhood seems palpable still. Father’s call from the room below, mother’s blowing of the conch shell, my sister’s secret call to share some hidden goodies—and books and the favourite stair landing spot besides a window---was only yesterday.
I spent the evening listening to Byatikromi singing songs of Salil Choudhury. Byatikromi is a group of doctors—all leaders in their specialised fields, who sing because they like to, and who sing well enough to perform shows and record CDs with Sa Re Ga Ma Pa---all for charity .
Listen to the three songs below, which transported me to a different land, and era, where there was no TV or Internet, only these songs percolating from the radio or disc record players, transcending the grime and the smoke and streetsounds, making the world just that extra colourful, just like Nababarsha now and today!!!!
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