Wednesday, April 24, 2013

A TROUBADOUR: Estas Tonne

 When Estas Tonne plays, the world stops. As a soloist he holds the audience with the emotional force of his virtuosity. His playing takes on a fluid energetic form, riffing across musical genres of flamenco, gypsy, jazz, blues and Russian folk tunes. “While playing, it’s not the way I want it to be, it is the way it is. I don’t think, I stay connected to the sound. My music is a progression. Totally different improvisations are birthed each time I play.”
 During concerts, his acrylic-layered nails snap guitar strings, but it doesn’t faze him. When the music stops, he talks, tightens the strings, tunes the guitar and continues.
 His six-year-old guitar, painted by a friend has travelled the world with him. From mountains to deserts, street corners and concerts, the troubadour has visited hundreds of cities. Estas doesn’t call himself a musician, but a troubadour. “Being a musician is hard work but being a troubadour is even harder,” he says with a laugh. He adds, “Some people take the long road, others the short but our destination to the truth is the same. The longer I walk, I see shorter ways.”
 He walks the world in the comfort of his true calling. “There’s no sacrifice when I’m honest and with my heart.” Staying true to his calling has taken him to the US, Europe, Israel and has sold 45,000 albums.
 The street, however, remains his favourite concert arena. The transient life and the continuous flow of people excite him. “It’s magical playing music on the street. People walking by are not expecting to see or hear anything different from usual. They are expecting a gray wall. Then they hear you play, they stop, some linger and you know they stay because they like your music. It’s not a concert hall, where people have to sit and listen to you.”
 Goa, however, has him transfixed. In his six months here he has been performing solo guitar as well as concert combining music with theatre, comedy and circus acts. Or, time is spent writing a book and shooting a film on his travels. And, he’s ready to buy a new guitar. “I always heard Goa was a party destination. This is my first time here and Goa gives me a different image. With the parties cancelled, there’s a lot of artistic experimentation taking place.”
 Estas trained in classical guitar in Russia, but on immigrating to Israel he stopped playing. Then, in New York, the gift of guitar restored him to his true calling. “Music helped me to clean me of my past experiences. It is my medicine and heals me. If I can give it to others, I’m doing my job,” he says recalling an incident when a pedestrian commented how depressed and suicidal he was feeling until he heard Estas playing on a street and the feelings vanished. “There’s so much separateness between people, music is the glue that bring us together.”


Thursday, November 15, 2012

AMBITION TO LIVE!

Blooming others lives with love; Chandan sells flowers at Marine Drive and does best with what he earns. Coming from a below poverty line status, what he is still fighting for, is his basic necessities; food, clothing and shelter. These necessities are still his biggest dreams. Every morning he takes a bow before his ambition; that is ambition to survive, ambition to live. Living in his present, he doesn’t know what his future will be. His present is his present, better than his past as he is still surviving, still living. This world has everything he has to live without. His eyes have dreams that are still searching for a changed world.

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

DEATH

So strange I'am feeling,
As if am walking a lonely road and my legs are peeling,

Carring a sweet pain in me,
Lying on the bed, all alone so lonely,

It's been so beautiful night today,
with full of thorns raining down all day,

I wonder am I in hell,
Or its the road to bright coming heaven, tell?

Carrying the bag of deeds on my back,
Leaving behind the money, I earned in lakh,

Memories are fading and my size is draining,
Reaching the point - no return, Oh! God its paining,

All I can see is bright and white,
Still thinking, walking and felling pain reaching the light,

My body is ripped open, legs are burning,
I can see my heart still beating and yearning,

Eyes are filled with burns and tears,
Burning, crying and dying, Oh! God I fear,

Blood is bleeding, now I feel less pain,
Watching the dawn going down, all gone in vain,

Who is born once, finally ends and dies,
But why is the question in my mind that arise!

Pain is all over, numen is in me now, for why I still strive,
My heart has stopped beating but still I'am alive.

Monday, October 17, 2011

JUST FOR YOU

The sky is cloudy with all black and blues,
Hope your lovely loving lover loves you, all with trues,

The bright dawn is on with all black gone,
Look the crowny crow, its crowing high, down the lawn,

The seeds of oat are lying still under the moist soil,
Hope our old gold love doesn’t end and spoil,

The birds flew heights and depths in search of perch to north – west,
Hope your love for me and my love for you, will be the best,

Finally everything once started living has to die and end,
But hope our relation; our love doesn’t have the common trend.

Sunday, October 16, 2011

AUTUMN LIKE

Autumn comes ones in a year,
Remember when we met first dear,

Not important when we met first dear,
What!! Important is when we meet next,

Don’t know what to say when you go,
Just I miss you, miss you hope you know,

If God is there then I got no fear,
‘Coz I always pray you be happy and never get tears.

BALONEY BUT TRUE

Never the earth and sky can meet,
Now never you and I can greet,

When it appears meeting, its horizon,
When you went away, my life pierced with poison,

Calm sea is silently weeping,
‘Coz you and I will never be meeting,

Dead leaves flies away forever,
Like my tears for you dries away never,

Road is long and the day is dark,
Hope the night glows with the moon’s arc,

Nature is still there where it was,
Dear, I love you, miss you with no cause.

JOURNEY OF LIFE

Life is a journey not a race,
So enjoy your life and do not get placed,

Many came and many go,
But never I found someone like you,

Flowers bloom only in spring,
But I bloom when you come near to me,

Sea is calm like a baby sleeping,
Winter has come and my life is ending.