Sterile land which could only offer dearth and its infinite stretches down on either side of the roads left the world with no impression of getting better. As we drive through the path of Jaisalmer on our tour to Jodhpur, we noticed the glades of atmosphere were not assumed by sands but it was turbo windmills parting the side in all direction.
Although my mate from Mumbai has gone for sleep and me alone talking with windmills with the background of 90s bollywood music playing inside the Bus to keep me moving, I must consider my friend lucky because he is not awake to witness such a boring song. Moreover it’s quiet famous here and the people enjoys the trends of 90s music. The songs of the 90’s are quite popular among the drivers and are all time favourite of the Indian countryside.
As I’m inside the bus and suddenly bus breaks at railway crossing line and it allowed me an ample time to think about those other Rajasthani songs which were quiet melodious then the ongoing on.
While I was recalling my memories I suddenly realize that little boy in Mandore where he played wonderful song with the instrument called Ravanhatta. Ravanhatta which dates back its history to centuries back and makes us aware regarding his role in Ramayana,
What’s more interesting about this instrument is its history is associated with the deeds of Ravana. As per the source it is believed that once he lost his Veena and he in his turn cuts his forearm and turns his fingers into tuners, his vein into strings and elbow as resonator.
Since then this instrument has become more familiar with the land of Rajasthan. Everywhere you will get to see this instrument.
For the moment bus stops but the painful songs continuous to blows on but I recognised the town of Pokharan which is a major city and has its border linked with Pakistan.
Incoming song reminded me of concert at Mehrangarh fort where I enjoyed both classical and folk songs and all the songs were equally justified by Nawab Khan who amazingly played santoor and his whole team of orchestra made the evening melodious one.
But what was more amazing about the evening was Langas voice along with the sync of khartals, Dhol, sarangi coming together to play their part.
I still recall my memories when I enjoyed that night where mix Urdu songs coming out of tone in pure Rajasthani tongue. By the time I was recalling my days I witnessed the level lands outside the window of bus and soon the bus stop at Pokharan.
At Pokharan we were welcomed in their traditional style by offering famous Cham Cham of Pokharan. After that we again got into bus for our final lap I remembered going out for Manganiyar concert and I also thoroughly enjoyed the days when I was into World Sufi Music festival.
Manganiyar are musicians from hamlets of Jaisalmer and Barmer and they quiet into musical business from a long time and their pages of history relates with the signs of Sunni who did signed for Hindu regulars.
Still the legacy pays a heed and you would see old Manganiyar with an even older Kamaycha singing songs like Moomal somewhere inside the mud houses of the desert.
As I turn out from window I witnessed cranes flying beautifully outside the field. Now I can feel I am close to Khichan, true to my delight the music has finally stopped blipping out and the ways are so close to Jodhpur I could feel it.
Although the growing memories of tour to Rajasthan would surely connect me with amazing musical concert I witnessed, songs like Moomal and instrument like Ravanhatta but hopefully I will not remember the music that I had to bear throughout my journey and when i will arrive next time I believe I will take a ride of a bus where such kind of music gets into act.
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