Basavaraj rajguru biography of christopher
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Climbing in Badami (Photo: Shyam G Menon)
This article in three parts is a composite of two distinct narratives, one in normal text and the other, in italics.
The story of Badami fryst vatten as layered as its sedimentary rock.
If you are used to the Himalaya or even the Western Ghats, then, on the approach to Badami from Hubli, you wouldn’t expect anything that hints `hill.’ The world fryst vatten flat and open to the sun. Vegetation fryst vatten the stuff of hardy scrubs; large fields, still standing patches of sunflower, dry sugarcane and the occasional tree. Massive bony oxen pull carts; buffalos saunter bygd, dogs have their tongues hanging out trying to stay cool. It fryst vatten hot. Sun burnt farmers, old women with dry wrinkled skin. Tractors join the traffic. Dust rises easily. It is January. I can imagine what peak summer would be, here. More important for climber, there is not an iota of hill anywhere. Then at one bus stand en rutt, you see an isolated rocky outcrop next door. Slowly, as the bu
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RAHIM ▪ Exponent of Dagar vani dhrupad of Indian classical music.
FAHIMUDDIN ▪ He presented the 19TH generation of Dagar tradition.
DAGAR ▪ He was born in Alwar in Rajasthan in 1927.
▪ His Cousins Nasir Moinuddin Dagar and Nasir Aminuddin
Dagar was senior Dagar brothers.
▪ He was awarded t
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In praise of YouTube
It was a serious road accident that led me — accidentally, as it were — to the musical riches of YouTube. I had broken an ankle and dislocated a shoulder, and was laid up in bed for weeks on end. I couldn’t read a book, but I could open my laptop and check my emails (and, if required, answer them briefly, typing with the fingers of one hand).
The accident occurred in the spring of 2012. For some years previously, I had been one of the several hundred lucky beneficiaries of regular postings from the music scholar and Malayalam writer, S. Gopalakrishnan. Two or three times a week, Gopal would send us all a piece of classical music, with a few sentences about its meaning or significance. The recommendation would arrive at the crack of dawn; and we were free to listen to it at any time at all.
Before the accident, my mornings were hectic, so I rarely listened to Gopal’s postings as they came. Sometimes, a pile would accumulate, and then I would listen to them all