Listen to the Archive of music from the Travelling saints in Pushkar
Listen to the Archive of music from the Travelling saints in Pushkar
Listen to the Archive of music from the Travelling saints in Pushkar
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Shrivelled faces, safron headed, grey coated men.
Draped with the white that comes with age.
Yet, the energy of youth as chimes of different instruments vibrate through the atmosphere. One with a wooden skillet between his hands crushed with metal jhum jhums in between. As he moved his hands with utmost enjoyment, the disk like shapes jingled too sending within him an energy that multiplied through the air and reached us too. It wasn’t the sync that my body had with their instruments thta made be sway form one side to the other. It was his years of stableness, focus and peace that he acquired through the medium of his instrument that transported to me and made me sway. The focus though was divided for me unlike for them. Eyes closed, they synced to the beats of the dhol on one side and the soft, high pitched sound of the string instrument on the other. No untrained ear could actually hear it. Rather no unsynced ear could actually hear it. While they closed their eyes focusing on syncing themselves with Ram, I opened my eyes wondering what led them to that serenity.
A group of men who travel from a small town in Madhya pradesh. A bhajan mandali that gets invited all over India to sing songs of all the gods the bhakts worship.
Hoping to meet us at the Kumbh mela next year, some blessed us, the others waved out. This time draped with the white that comes with tranquility.
~ Anchita
A cohort of 10 saints, distinguishable not only by their draped orange attire but also by their dynamic devotion, engage in a spirited connection with Parabrahman. They don't just sit idly; rather, they animate their hands, fingers, and even tonsils, surrendering themselves to the divine presence. Their proclamation is simple yet profound – God is omnipresent, and their purpose is to sing His praises and share this divine awareness.
These ten gurujis embarked on a journey from Gharkota, a village in Madhya Pradesh, carrying not only their instruments but also the essence of their homes. Under the welcoming shade of a tree, they established their abode at the onset of the Pushkar festival. While they mention being summoned to this place, their commitment to their musical devotion is unwavering, irrespective of the call.
Their reverence for God finds expression in the verses and harmonies produced by an array of handcrafted instruments. It's not just about playing music; it's about embodying their devotion, a devotion that transcends mere words and resonates through the melodies they create beneath the vast canopy of the Pushkar sky
Travelling music, live and lively,
Drums, Sitar, Dholak and instruments
one is unaware of...
Handcrafted, colourful, filled with
happiness...
Beards flowing with the wind,
a small fire, heat is absorbed from,
Energising and Mystical,
A seritonin rush with love, Belief and Hope...
Reds, Whites, Oranges, Jackets, Turbans
Rythm, Leather, hair and Plastic flowers
tied to the hand's voice.
Leaves, countless, Veins like trunk, flesh breathing,
lost in trance, lost with Brahma,
Lost with Brahma,
finding his own pace among the voice,
he rotates around his axis....in rythm,
in trance....with himself.
Staring into sound of music, visuals overpowering
talking to him, atleast trying...
focus onto any instrument by looking with your eye... ear diverts to each one,
each at a different pitch, with a different
sound and different level of hurt,
strings running from one arm to another
fingers tingling on the sharp, cutting edge
metal wires.
lost...everyone...lost into themselves
~shree
jai ho !
jai ho !
jai ho !
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