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About Indian music

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Bahar, Basant, Durga, Poorbis, etc.

Adagio, Allegro, G- moll, C-dur, etc.

Only after a few notes there it is - this feeling of touching roots, deep, archaic,   beyond imagination and still familiar. Why is this like stumbling and then finding support on grounds of a homeland and yet transcending into homelessness? Has this music to do with our genes, embedded in our DNA? Why does it not capture our feelings merely by virtue of musical structure, abstract, untranslatable, void of parable? Why does it not solely correspond to what Leibnitz said: “Music is an arithmetical exercise of the Soul, whereby the soul is not conscious that it is counting?” Why is it like inhaling the dark perfumes of the night, enticing fragrance of awakening daylight known to you since the day you were born in some corner of the Subcontinent? Why does it make you feel the air expanding, spreading all over the universe filled with the breath and aura of the dead, listening with you, accompanying you to domains otherwise inaccessible? Or is this anxiety for places of childhood where no one has ever been? Of course it can not be anything else.

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