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| Pregnant time has its toll on my inner self. The self in me saturated with subtle sequences over the passage of time, having its footprints on my skin. Although I was born in an ambience of singing with my mother and elder sister crooning sweet nothings, the faculty of singing in me encountered a hostility of dimensional horizons. The self got dissected with pangs when I discovered an incompatible relationship with music and the turbulent times. So,my psyche’ was torn between traditional sleep-inducing Bengali songs and the percussionist protest of the youth on the other hand. An urge to resurrect was developing that records the protests. Contradictions in my milieu left a deep impression that honed my skill to represent the exact expression of the generation next who did not feel at home with melodies that swayed the ears of the Bengalees of the previous generation. So my search to create a composition for the growing generation consolidated. No doubt, I felt a passionate feeling to make my composition based more on rhythms and beats. So,the turbulent time has its toll on me.I tried to break the traditional lullaby type Bengali song composition with more colloquial hypes that preferred the lips of teenagers and invariably the metallic lyrics. However I did not forget a nugget of my search that Rabindrasangeet was played for a cocooned band of listeners and as such it did not reach the masses who had a different perception of troubadour(folk)lyrics. As it happened,I also sang Rabindrasangeet for a rickshaw puller or a fisherman in an isolated village. My experiments with reality in realm of Bengali songs made me a little bohemian in nature.But suddenly,I had my dream come true when providence had it that a section of young college students invited me to sing for them with an offer of Rs 100 as remuneration. That ended my quest for a liberation of Bengali song from its melodious past and no wonder I became a singer with my own effort. |
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