Tehzeeb

The royals were fast asleep in their famous resting places, while we tried to recapture the magic of Hyderabadi Tehzeeb. Gaddis, rose petals, the aura of the half moon, cool breeze, rustling silks, dakhni khana and the resonating voices of the Warsi brothers. Amir Khusro and Bullehshah came alive in raag and taal, while the audience full off "wah, wah's", presented their Nazraana to the wondrous singers. In this day and age of strobe lights and fast paced music, gathering a bit of the past in the present, gave us a sneak peek into the world bygone. It may not have been a world perfect, nor is it now. Some culture continues, like the class divide - the servant can never sit for a meal with the master; while some aspects were lost - like the grace, beauty and sense of peace. Can 1000 megawatts of power packed performances ever stir the soul as the Sufiana of the Qawals could do? The Warsi's weren't in full form as they would have been some time ago. But in times of dish tv, perhaps staying alive itself must be tough, and to take time out for Riyaaz...hmmm...