 By Samir Shukla
Sitting on the 12th floor balcony of a high-rise hotel overlooking the Atlantic Ocean on a bright August evening, looking down at the crowds of diverse folks milling about on the sand, bobbing in the ocean, playing with kids, I thought of the carefree conviviality of the hundreds within my view. Some of them are likely deep political partisans, but in these summertime blendings, the ocean breeze mellowing out even the grumpiest grumps, the incoming political season probably wasn’t on many minds. People were courteous and friendly to a fault.  By Samir Shukla
A meeting of musical maestros can create new horizons and genres, essentially new languages. Imagine a day, say some 50 years ago, a jazz guitarist meets a tabla player and later a ghatam player, and a Carnatic violinist. The musicians have informal jam sessions, write compositions, create new musical possibilities and hybrids. They called themselves Shakti and to say this world music combo broke barriers and boundaries is an understatement.  By Samir Shukla
Beep. Beep. Beeeeep. Paging all scientists. Here is something I have been thinking about for some time. This may not be the most pressing dilemma facing humanity, but I’m talking about a logically probable scenario. This could be a possible invisible scourge realigning our brains over the long term, or maybe I’m just trying to justify my own slowly creeping brain fog. |
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