As promised..here's my take on Do Kadam. Enjoy! :) Do Kadam – A Sublime Journey and A Sorrow that Lingers
"If a music artist wants to blossom into a full-fledged person, it's not enough if he knows only classical music; nor is it enough if he is well-versed only in raagas and techniques. Instead, he should be a knowledgeable person interested in life and philosophy. In his personal life there should be, at least in some corner of his heart, a tinge of lingering sorrow." When I first read this profound quote by ARR, it sparked, deep inside of me, something very sincere and beautiful; these words may have been that little pinch the sleeping artist within me, who I had forgotten due to the constant pursuit of survival instincts and was consciously trying to restrain by offering traditional societal expectations as excuses, needed to rub his eyes and wake up! I had a natural interest in life and philosophy; it was as if these subjects were written into my genes, and I was always grateful to my parents and to my Buddhist upbringing for inculcating that sense of understanding and intuitive wisdom so early on in my life which made my life a little easier and more balanced during the typically turbulent teen-ages, though it often seemed to outsiders a very difficult and restrained one. It is this same intuitive sense of balance and understanding, now I realize, that drew me to the naturally symmetrical music of my life’s early heroes - ARR and Yanni - at the age of 13 and made me appreciate and grow with their exquisite music. But, until the moment of reading this quote, I had not made the connection between these natural interests of mine and the awe-inspiring and divine profession of the true artist. What is lacking within this dormant artist that keeps him from getting out of his cozy bed? What is this tinge of lingering sorrow that ARR has in a corner of his heart? What sorrow could lie in the heart of this man, who, to me, embodies all that is beautiful, happy, and heavenly? Is it this sorrow that I lack? Years passed as an uninterrupted supply of beautiful music and incredible artistry from the maestro continued to subconsciously alter my spiritual state of being for the better while I contently lived with my latent artist trying to figure out what this sorrow is and how and where is it that he is going to find it. Then, in early 2004, I bought an album I had anxiously awaited for quite some time; it brought together India’s foremost painter – M.F. Hussein – in his second directorial venture with India’s foremost composer – A.R. Rahman! I knew I was going to get magic from this album well before its release! The music was true to expectations, very colorfully crafted, and quite deftly and intricately woven with ARR himself attempting to reach the abstract heights of an M.F. Hussein painting in the two instrumental pieces; however, one song stood out every time I listened to the entire album. It was something very special and the sounds and emotions spoke to my heart directly; yes, this song was divine! Do Kadam gave me so many goose-bumps each time I listened to it that I started to skip all the other songs (except, perhaps, for Rang Hain) and play only that over and over again; that is a high compliment given the quality of the entire album! I did not understand the Hindi lyrics (by Rahat Indori) fully at first except for a phrase here and there, though it was enough, I thought, to put together a rough sketch of what the song was about. I was wrong! This song could not be enjoyed in its fullest being by putting together its pieces in a haphazard manner like I did. In fact, to this day, I find some deeper meaning to the creativity in this song. As with any divinely inspired song, the first few notes and sounds captured my attention: it was synthetic, it was mystical, and it was vintage ARR! Enter the classy Sonu Nigam… Lyrics: Zindagi, haath mila; saath chal, saath me aa; Umr-bhar saath rahi Trans: Life, take this hand; come, come along with me; We will walk together forever And a gentle synth base guitar lick in the background picks up volume lifting you up as if you were in a helicopter taking off from earth. Lyrics: Do kadam aur, sahi, do kadam aur, sahi II Trans: two more steps, all right, two more steps II …and a happily persistent string section leads the protagonist, (given the movie’s context, an artist: a writer), in a casual two step walk, guiding him down a sun lit path towards a golden land as the music bathes you in brilliant bright light. Lyrics: Koi suraj ki dagar, koi sone ka nagar Chaand ke rath pe chale, jahan tehre yeh nazar Trans: Some sunlit path, some golden city Walk in the path of the moon, where, this gaze would freeze And the synth lead guitar applies a slight break along the way followed by a wonderful panoramic scan of the scenes, which beautifully sets up the next lines. Lyrics: Dhoop Daryaon mein hain, phir safar paon mein hain Dil ka awara diya, doosre gaon mein hain Aaon, chale hum wahin Do kadam aur, sahi IV Trans: There’s sunlight in the rivers, there’s journey in your legs This wandering heart’s lamp is in a different village Come, let us go there Take two more steps, all right IV Just listen to the magic created by the tangent chord that is touched just for ‘doosre gaon’ before returning immediately to the base. And the same persistent string section, almost turning around toward his follower from time to time, gesturing with his hands to make haste, never stops saying come on, two more steps! All right? Now as they get closer to this mysteriously beautiful place, the grand Timpani starts to roar from a distance and the majestic horns can be heard trumpeting its glory. Leading up to the next narrative, the walk’s momentum picks up with a lively conga layering over the soft cymbals. Lyrics: Khwaab dalte hain jahan, dil pighalte hain jahan Aaon chalte hain wahin, woh zameen door nahin Dosti hogi wahan, roshni hogi wahan Us ujaale ke liye, jal chuke laakhon diye Ek hum aur, sahi Do kadam aur, sahi IV Trans: Where dreams are fulfilled, where hearts melt Come, let us go there, that land is not too far Friendship will be there, light will be there to light this place, many lamps have been burnt We might as well be one of them Two more steps, all right IV After this narrative, the string section returns with the conga drums, but the background synth sounds fade out almost to a nightly silence, quite appropriately setting up the mood for the next verse. Lyrics: Kisiki awaaz hai? Sun. Yeh naya saaz hai, sun Koun rehta hain sada? chalke dekhen to zara Raah viraan, sahi, raath sumsaan, sahi Har ghadi saath rahe, kitne gham saath sahe Thor ghum aur, sahi Do kadam aur, sahi IV Trans: Who’s voice is calling us? Listen. This is a new melody, listen Who goes on forever? Come, let’s go see The path is lonely, agreed. The night is silent, agreed. We have been together all along, we have suffered so much Just a little more suffering, all right Two more steps, all right IV The silence of the first two lines is nicely contrasted with the conga beat picking up the momentum again for the difficult final stretch where ‘the path is lonely and the night is silent’ providing the additional impetus and enthusiasm needed to carry on the remainder of the journey; but, the most beautiful moment of the song comes during ‘kitne ghum saath sahe’ when a high pitched synthetic harmonica lingers almost clinging by a thread to the artist’s soul, as he reaches this worthy final destination; and now loud and clear, the horns blow majestically, the timpani crash triumphantly, and a choir of angels welcomes him to this mystical place of infinite grandeur, sublime beauty, and immortality; and he knows that he has achieved every artist’s dream, and that all his struggles are well worth the reward: he has created his own heaven in his mind! It took me, at the very least, a year to interpret all of this mind-blowing creativity and truly come to grips with the deeper meaning of the song; but after I had fully understood the lyrics and listened to the lingering harmonica sound during ‘kitne ghum,’ I knew I found the answer to my question: what is this lingering sorrow which ARR has in a corner of his heart that is essential to being a great artist? To create such heavenly beauty, divine feelings, and immortal masterpieces on earth, the true artist and the sincere creator has to remain pure and warm at heart no matter how vicious and cold the rest of the world may seem, he has to use in its fullest capacity his imaginative powers, which he knows he is blessed with, but requires him to let go of himself and find, and many-a-time, wait, for those moments of divine inspiration, knowing, still, that after all that mental and physical energy is spent, there is no guarantee that somebody would have seen, read, or heard his creation and had been able to enter his heart, mind, and soul and become one with him; for that is his divine duty: to create a spiritually beautiful heaven on earth so that even a single person, searching for a higher spiritual state, or maybe, hoping for a way out of some meaningless existence, or even just looking for a momentary escape from a hard day’s pain, will see, hear, feel, and begin to wonder, how is it possible? Where is this possible? I certainly did; and to express my heartfelt gratitude, for ARR’s 40th birthday, I wrote him this poem. A Sorrow that Lingers I look through the window; it's another cold winter morning. The skies are so gloomy, and I see no flowers blooming. I pour myself a hot cup of coffee and turn on the TV, but I see nothing of hope I was hoping to see, and when I sip my coffee, it is as cold as what I see! So I get into a hot shower, ponder the day ahead as it draws near, but I snap out of it before the hot water runs clear. I jump into my driver's seat, crank up the engine, and while it warms up, I slip in my favorite CD. Tinkling drops of water, a saccharine female voice, little splashes of water, and then a Ghattam grooves with spice. I feel a cool shake on my shoulders, and a snappy tap on my fingers my heart is full of warmth and I am already in motion. Then a moment comes which words cannot describe: a man leaps in joy and I feel its vibe. I too cry my heart out for I long to feel that joy, it sends a thrill up through my spine, and I know very well why I see a 13-year old boy in shorts and shirt on a new day to start. He's got a spring in his step, and a cassette in his hand, no, he had a Rose in his hands, and it had bloomed in his heart. He puts it in play and says, 'dad, that's A.R.Rahman!' I wake up to the calling of a soothing voice, he says 'Zindagi haath mila, saath chal saath me aa, umra-bhar saath rahi he.. Do kadam aur sahi, do kadam aur sahi, do kadam aur sahi, do kadam aur sahi' And I am in motion again as I hear them beckon, those crashing timpani and those majestic horns, to a golden land where there's friendship and light and to the peppy conga beat, I forget life's plights and take two more steps with renewed delight I never knew a sorrow that lingers could bring this much happiness until I heard the beauty of your wonder and felt the depth of your greatness _________________________________________________________________ Connect and share in new ways with Windows Live. http://www.windowslive.com/share.html?ocid=TXT_TAGHM_Wave2_sharelife_012008
