Yesterday I accompanied my parents to a Carnatic concert.
Here in Chennai, there's this December music season where Carnatic Music takes centrestage. All the halls and auditoriums are overbooked with Classical Music concerts and they're teeming with crowds too. But then, the crowds are there only to eat at the various superb food stalls that spring up at the venues.
The fact that tilts the scales against Carnatic Music as far as guys are concerned at least is that, no matter what girls themselves go around saying, 'ragas' and 'taalas' will not take you closer to people (read females) like long hair, earrings and a guitar will.
When I was a kid, I used to enjoy watching Carnatic Music concerts. I later found out that Carnatic Music concerts at weddings were a run away success only because it helped keep kids out of the parents' hair. Be sure to notice the next time you're at a wedding with such a concert. All the adults sit around in groups gossiping to their heart's content and meanwhile, all the kids are up by the stage. Why? Not because they enjoy the music, but because all the musicians keep making funny faces at them, especially the guy who plays the mridangam, he's the best at it. Kids are Carnatic Music's biggest and possibly only fans. They enjoy looking at their funny faces.
I loved it too, when I was a kid but instead of just shutting up and laughing at the funny faces like all the other kids, I went up to my parents and expressed my desire to undergo formal training in Carnatic Music, preferably the flute during my 11th class. My parents were over the moon. Soon, I had neighbours patting me on my back and cuddling me for my interest. It felt good, though I didn't have a clue back then what it was all about. And as you may have already guessed, it didn't last very long. Apparently, you can't just blow the shit out of a flute till it cracks. There are specific ways of doing it. Very boring ways.
I don't know what I'd expected but 'learning carnatic music' turned out to be an old man (my tutor) with a box that made squeaking sounds when pressed. And he didn't even make faces. He'd just sit there, with the expression that Arnold Schwarzenegger made famous in 'Terminator' and make me repeat after him.. "Saaaa", I'd go "Saaa" and then he'd go, "No, no.. Saaaa" What the f$%k? I had no clue what he was talking about. I started hating the classes and even bunked one day when it was time for class.
My classes were soon discontinued, but not before I had experienced the pains of 'ragas' which are basically just a bunch of tunes with funny names. For your benefit, here they are...
Here are steps to follow while listening to a concert:
1. Nod your head. This is of utmost importance. You will not be considered a true connoisseur if you don't.
2. Occassionally make small noises like 'tch..tch...' or 'ah..aaah'. This will give the impression that you're 'with' the music. If its Hindustani classical, then 'wah..wah' will do very nicely.
3. Tap your thighs. Here, it is vital that you don't tap with your entire hand. That only shows ignorance. Use only a few fingers at a time.
4. Fold the others and keep changing the fingers used in a cyclic fashion.
5. Occassionally, the singer will lock eyes with you. At that moment, flash a knowing, approving smile. He will return it and also consider you a true connoisseur of good music.
6. Actually, Carnatic Music is not as difficult as it is made out to be. Just remember the words Sa, Ri, Ga, Ma, Pa, Da and Ni. Work out the different combinations and permutations (repetition allowed and in fact, encouraged) and sing out aloud. If you can do this for an extra-long period, then applause is assured. Do it without drawing a breath and you'll win the Padmashri.
Having said all this I have started going to my Flute classes (of course occasionally).