But then this is not just the effort of Tony with me, but also Naseem bhai, Mishraji and scores of others...needless to say papa. So when out of the blue when Geeti-ji called to say she was inviting me for two concerts, I hoped it was not ghazal yet. In any case, throat was out-of-order, as usual in the winter time in faridabad. Even in the other two concerts that I had in January and Feb, this was the state of affairs. But no...ghazal was very much a part of her agenda.
So this is the final outcome- in the first ghazal concert I sang about nine ghazals; all new ones, most of them papa's compositions (a bit unusual for me) and I was well received. In fact I do remember how warmly I have been heard in smaller mehfils earlier...oh how I wish there had been a sarangi and a compere here. Maybe soon someday there would be, in other concerts.
My only sense of loss was the wooden faces of listeners...ghazal is so much about communication, and if you see in front of you people who are sitting as though brooding over their life's sorrow, it just takes away from the spirit. And the other problem I encountered was the dimmed light around the hall- was I expected to communicate with dark silhouettes?! Organizers can be so ignorant...or maybe I take everything in my stride, more than I would at an older age, when I am more at home in my music and surer of my accompanying artists.