Song

UG Krishnamurti, My Oblation To You

Guha wrote his last poem UG Krishnamurti Laho Pranam (UG Krishnamurti, My Oblation to you) around the year 2002. In April 2019 when we were in the middle of a nation-wide lockdown and stuck in Kolkata, one day he asked me to see if his poem could be made into a song. He told me that he had showed this poem to many of his Bengali musician friends over the years, and although everybody agreed that it should be turned into a song, no one could compose the music for it. I can sing but I had never composed any music in my life. I didn’t think I had the talent for it. Guha asked me to sing some Hindustani classical Ragas so that he could pick the one that would suit the mood of the poem. A Raga is used to set up a specific melodic framework for a song. I started with his favorite Yaman, then moved to Bhairavi and then to Bhairav. The moment he heard the deep and majestic notes of Bhairav, he said, “This is the one! Now, can you try and set the tune using Bhairav? Let’s go one para at a time.” I started humming the notes of the raga and the tune started forming in my head almost immediately. As I sang the lines trying to sync them with the tune in my head, the song started taking shape quickly. Then I got the idea of composing the last part of the song in a fast-paced traditional kirtan style and Guha agreed to lend his voice to it! I was elated! With constant encouragement from Guha, finally the song got done! The cherry on top is the pranam mantra Guha wrote (he penned it in five mins right then) with which the song ends. My job done, we handed over the reins to our friend Venky, who is a tabla maestro, a singer and a professional music composer par excellence. Venky abandoned all his projects, worked day and night on this one and created a beautiful piece.

Translation of UG Krishnamurti Laho Pranam

O man of my soul! O fiery man! O Nirgun!
Let the offering of your smokeless, transparent fire,
Burn to the root centuries of solidified oppression that deformed and incapacitated the mind,
Let that fire light a lamp in the core, let its luminance spread beyond the horizon,
Let the seekers of emancipation know this in their depths of being,
As I know the source of my own core movement.

Jivatman, Paramatman are mere words – no need for them;
Your pristine life is a rain-drenched ray of sun.

Your boundless, focussed, piercing gaze burns the core conditioning,
Spontaneously springs the timeless expression of life at the center of existence.

The depth of the soul trembles at your admonition,
The untainted, sacred space that thoughts, idea and hope have never seen,
Sprouts in a flash and flowers into the incomparable creation of life supreme!


Translation of Pranam Mantra

O Gopal Krishnamurti, my dearest friend
The destroyer of sorrow who gives birth to the eternal fount of wisdom
You are as dear to me as my life!