Kishori Tai Amonkar: When the Tunes Reverberates the Soul
"I feel I have just begun. I have not learnt anything because I still don’t have command over the sur . Because sur is air, and I am made of concrete. When the perfect sur comes out of my throat, this body will disappear. I will die instantly. I pray to God that I die that way. There is nothing else to see except the beauty of nature, the eternity of one note.” - Kishori Tai Amonkar And the soul interspersed in the air a day before, but that conviction-driven voice, flowing renditions with utter steadiness, spontaneous modulations followed sudden heavy take-offs towards shadja , elongated and soberly intricately curved note phrases, scintillating syncopation, effortless ups and downs still reverberates in the air. Indeed, Kishori Amonkar: the name in itself holds an entire paradigm of a musician's penance, abhyaasa , struggles, hardship