( image courtesy: http://www.moviebuff.com/one#poster-330ec)
It has been raining T.M Krishna all over my part of
the cyber space . An overdose of T.M Krishna, though I’m not one to complain. I
have been listening to his interviews, reading up about him, thrashing out all
about his stand (regarding the December festival) with my cousin…and then she tells me about this movie rendezvous
“ONE” featuring none but him!
Did I know what to expect? Well, I had watched “MargazhiRaga” when that hit the theatres. And I was not too averse to this concert on celluloid
bit.
So this was at BHEL Trichy- Kailasapuram club. I had heard about
this venture where T.M Krishna was thrown into the wilds and left to himself to
sing off the cuff. No bustle- just
the skies, the waters, the wind, the birds for company.
It sounded all good. Now this screening incidentally
was also out in the open , on a not too lush lawn but yes there were trees right
behind, a light summer breeze and the evening moths casting their shadows across
the huge screen giving the illusion of being a part of the celluloid landscape.
What can I add after all the *reviews already
available online? What the makers intended to do, how they went about it, how
they felt about the whole thing, all that is already out there…
Just perhaps how I felt?
Well, I am no connoisseur and am among the ones who
respond to simply what they hear , not essentially what they know or what they
understand. And so I watched, I heard, I liked, I
enjoyed. I enjoyed the music in the musician, the exuberant voice, the sounds,
the colours, the feel, as I sat there under the evening skies. I even liked the
way The musician’s hands moved, they seemed to have a grace of their own
gesturing to the flow of the music, directing the exuberant throw of his voice
into the cosmos…
There is the performer who is inspired by a muse, an
applauding audience…
And then there is the artiste who is inspired by his
art, regales in the magic of his art, talks to his art, calls out to his art- listens
to his art, is mesmerised by his art as if he is just a witness- and not the
one initiating it… calling out to the creation around him, throwing back into
the air- the waves of the swaras and the sahitya- pausing to listen, as if
expecting a response from the wilderness…
And when it is over, you feel that you just had a
peek into an intensely personal experience of an artiste…
