Showing posts with label Bandula Nanayakkarawasam. Show all posts
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23 January 2018

Senaka Batagoda, tell us who we are!


Last Saturday night the students of Nelu Adikari and Kapila Poogalaarachchi put on an amazing show.  It was the second edition of ‘Miyesi Lamaa Tharaka,’ and came five years after the maiden concert.  [for an account of the first show read 'Miyesi Lama Tharaka: a "different reality" show']

It is not easy to manage over 300 children.  There were more than a dozen items.  The children sang and danced.   They sang most of the songs but there were a few where well known artists accompanied them.  For example the song “api sanasille…’  This was sung by Nelu’s brother Athula and Jananath Warakagoda, the renowned percussionist who has supported the excellent efforts of Nelu and Kapila to instill in children a love for all kinds of music.  

‘Miyesi Lama Tharaka’ needs to be written about separately.  This is about the man who wrote the lyrics and composed the melody of ‘api senasille.’  

Bandula Nanayakkarawasam, one of the best and most productive of our contemporary lyricists who compered the show, had a story to tell.

‘This song was written by Senaka Batagoda.  It was he who wrote “Api Kavuruda,” the song made popular by Sangeeth Wijesuriya and the band Wayo.  Once I interviewed him for my programme “Rae Ira Paana.  We recorded him singing “Api Kavuruda.  As was the usual practice I made a CD and sent it to the radio station.  

‘I rarely listen to my pre-recorded programmes.  Senaka had listened.  He called me.  He was deeply distressed.  He had a simple question: ඇයි මහත්ŕ¶­ŕ¶şෝ වතුŕ¶» ඇදල ඇදල ŕ¶šŕ¶˝ේ ŕ¶¶ිŕ¶±්ŕ¶Żේ? (“Ai mahaththayo vathura adala adala kale binde?” or “Why did (you) break the earthenware pot after having drawn so much water?”  [This is Senaka's original version]

‘Then he told me that the producer for reasons best known to him or her had replaced his version of the song with that of Wayo.  I was as devastated.’

It’s not Wayo’s or Sangeeth’s fault of course.  They acknowledge Batagoda in their videos.  They have purchased copyrights as well.  They have with visuals and other enhancement turned what some may call a ‘raw’ version into a hit.  Producers know what’s best for the station, one could argue.  However, at the end of the day, there’s an artist who created something special who is left feeling shorthanded.  That’s not good.  

The song, consequent to Bandula’s account, sounds different now.  The title-question is even more philosophical now.  The entire song is about people wondering who they are.  Who are we?  Who am I? These are the questions we don’t ask ourselves but seek an answer to nevertheless.  

In a way, this is the question that Nelu and Kapila are seeking an answer to or rather want the children they teach to find an answer to.  Parents send them to learn music, but they also learn history, heritage and culture.  They learn something about humanity, about giving, sharing and the value of the collective.  They acquire eyes to see the world and see through the world.  They get exposed to roots, if that’s proxy for things like history and heritage, and they open their minds to the universe, if that’s proxy for things beautiful and sweet that are not necessarily wrought from our cultural soils.  

So it’s about who we are and also about who we can become.  It’s about what’s uniquely Sri Lankan and about the commonalities that pay little attention to national boundaries.  It is about things that Senaka Batagoda sings about.  Things that might at first cut appear to be casual observations about ordinary things but on closer examination are deeply philosophical.  

Too often we re-define ourselves according to what we believe the world expects us to be.  In the end we are not who we really our but someone else’s version inhabiting someone else’s version of our reality.  

Lobo captures this in the song “Love me for what I am”:

I can't change any more
of what makes me be myself
And still have enough left
not to be somebody else
  
It’s not always a conscious decision.  We are bombarded in multiple ways all the time with ‘be this!’ or ‘be that!’  We want inclusion, we don’t want to be left behind.  So we go along and tell ourselves (by way of consolation) ‘this is what I want to do/be.’  We don’t often ask ourselves somewhere down the line, ‘who am I?’ or ‘what have I become?’  

Senaka Batagoda felt short-changed.  I like to think that he felt that cheated in the misrepresentation.  He is not just the lyricist, but the lyrics.  When he asks 'ŕ¶…ŕ¶´ි ŕ¶šŕ·€ුŕ¶»ුŕ¶Ż?’ it’s a general question to a large collective he is a member of, but he clearly has a good idea of who he is.  His songs are explorations of the dimensions of being and becoming.  

I don’t know if he has had a conversation with Nelu and Kapila and I don’t know if the duo ever thought of that song seriously.  But in this universe where the improbably announces presence, there’s a community that they are part of and that collective appears to be companions on a long journey.  They walk to destinations that are probably clear to them.  Their footprints are made for following.  

Malinda Seneviratne is a freelance writer. malindasenevi@gmail.com.

08 April 2014

Bandula Nanayakkarawasam’s ‘Sekera Moment’

Perhaps it is because of a discernible suppression of Mahagama Sekera in the larger discourse of 20th Century Sinhala literature that people sometimes express the wish that the great man be elevated to his rightful place among literary greats.  It might be for this very reason that some who attended an event at the Light House Galley on April 7, 2014 curiously titled ‘Rae Ira Pana’ with a ‘Sekera Mahima’ tag may have left believing that justice was done.  Sober reflection might yield the following fact: Good literature does not need media boost and a giant doesn’t need a leg-up. 

‘Rae Ira Pana – Sekera Mahima’ is not strange to those who are interested in the Sinhala lyric.  The mahima or wonderment of Mahagama Sekera does not require elaboration but the idea, let’s say, of ‘Sekera’ had a lot to do with ‘Rae Ira Pana’ the radio program and ‘Rae Ira Pana’ the event.  Let’s begin with the program. 

‘Rae Ira Pana’ was a unique radio show.  It ran continuously for 115 weeks.  Bandula Nanayakkarawasam, eminent lyricist and presenter, hosted the show.  He wrote the script, presented the show and had a hand in all creative efforts associated with the program.  He drew extensively from the archive that is his memory, coloring song with anecdote and flavoring it with history.  He re-drew well-known figures of the Sinhala music scene, accentuating already known facets and detailing the lesser known to give depth to face and word. 

Bandula knows that for all the fixations with things commercial, there exists a sizable population that seek a superior creative, a song where there is complementarity between words, composition, music and voice.  It was thus an exercise that instilled in listener the feeling that he/she is not alone.  What began as a peripheral program a fair distance from ‘prime time’ gained so much popularity that it affected a veritable shift in ‘prime time’.  The 7 pm to 9 pm Sunday program was repeated from 8 am to 10 am the following Saturday.  Sri Lankan expatriates made a weekly date with the program via the internet.  ‘Rae Ira Pana’ was adjudged the best music program at the State Music Awards 2013.  

Bandula dabbed his narrative often with literary and musical fact and anecdote outside the island, drawing from other cultures, other literatures and other genres.  It had, therefore, an educational element to it.

The response, he says, was phenomenal.  Appreciation flowed in from all parts of the country and from people belonging to different generations.  And that’s how we got ‘Sekera Mahima’ this evening. 

Among the listeners was Ananda Wickramarachchi, a 64 year old ‘fan’ who was a retired Chemistry teacher at St Joseph’s College.  He had seen an ad about the program and had listened to it.  This was in late September 2011 (‘Rae Ira Pana’ was launched earlier that month).  Since then he hadn’t missed even one ‘show’.  The reason was ‘Sekera’.  Bandula devoted several episodes to the work of Mahagama Sekera.  Wickramarachchi, who had made it his lifework to collect everything written by Sekera and everything written about Sekera, had found a kindred spirit.  Bandula sought him out to obtain hitherto unknown or lesser known knowledge of Sekera’s life and work.  Wickramarachchi, as a mark of appreciation for Bandula’s work, decided to gift the collection to the man behind ‘Rae Ira Pana’.  Bandula had suggested that an event which celebrates the great literary personality would be the appropriate ‘stage’ for such a gift-giving.  That’s how ‘Sekera Mahima’ got tagged to ‘Rae Ira Pana’. 

‘Rae Ira Pana’ was struck down in December 2013 much to the dismay of the considerable fan base it had engendered.  This, then, was a moment to reflect, step back and reassess, and what better way than to do all this in a context where the man who inspired so many, including Bandula, is remembered and celebrated? 

‘Rae Ira Pana’ had already ‘gathered’ a disparate and eclectic crowd.  They gathered around their radios and listened to Bandula. There was togetherness, a community, a solidarity that got built over weeks that stretched into months and more than two years.  They were left hanging by the particular station.  And so Bandula devised a way to bring them together.  That’s the genesis of the show, with the unintended but fortuitous outcome of ‘scrapping’: the launch of a website that gives us all the episodes whenever we want to listen to them, www.rairapaana.com.

And they came.  First and foremost, there was Sekera’s family, his son and daughter and the grandchildren he never saw. There was W.D. Amaradeva whose songs are remembered as much for his incomparable voice as for the lyrics into which that voice was mixed to give the world countless memorable songs. Bandula’s friends and teachers, formal and otherwise, were all there.  There were young people, artists of one kind or another, known to Bandula.  There was Bandula’s family too. There were fellow lyricists, many whom he had revered in his formative years and who consider him not student or ‘junior’ but equal.  There were ‘Rae Ira Pana’ fans.  There were people who loved and revered Mahagama Sekera. 

They came from all parts of the country. They cancelled appointments considered ‘important’.  This, many would have thought, is a must-go.  ‘Must-go’ because they all love Bandula and more than that, they are acutely aware of the massive contribution that Sekera made to Sinhala literature.  No one was disappointed although things got off the ground late.  I didn’t want to miss even a minute, so I got there right on time, dragging a reluctant friend who had time to kill and no one to kill it with. Hafeel Farisz was glad he came along.

There was a script but then again Bandula Nanayakkarawasam is too creative to stick to any script, even his own. He improvised.  He entertained with anecdote. He referred to connections and built and strengthened ‘connectivities’.    He laid out his life and demonstrated what a critical part the community of literary figures, past and present, played in shaping it in particular ways.  Again and again he returned to Sekera. 

Amaradeva was asked to speak a few words and then, gently, persuaded to sing ‘Ese Mathuvana’ with Bandula at the maestro’s ear prompting.  Amaradeva, as always, recalled that his creativity and that of Sekera were intertwined, using the line gee pothai mee vithai (the book of verse and the glass of wine), even though Sekera had a life outside of Amaradeva of a magnitude and versatility that Amaradeva’s life outside of Sekera just cannot match.  But there was indulgence of course.  Sekera would have been 85 today.  Amaradeva just passed that mark. 

There were speeches.  Many.  That’s because Bandula is by nature someone who celebrates inclusivity. He wanted a lot of people to ‘say a few words’. They all did. They kept it short and they spoke sense.  There were two ‘special’ speeches, one by Wickramarachchi and the other by W.S. Bandara, Bandula’s disapamok anduru thuma at Richmond. 

Bandara spoke at length. He entertained. He taught.  He spoke about education and educating. He drew examples from Richmond, spoke of the use and abuse of libraries, critiqued education policy and inter alia spoke of values that sustain civilization and the threats engendered by the abandonment of the same.  It was not hard to understand why and how Bandula Nanayakkarawasam does the things he does. 

If that was introduction to ‘beginning’ then Wickramarachchi’s speech described the end (pertaining to the particular moment that was this event). He spoke of his fascination of Sekera and his appreciation of Bandula’s efforts through ‘Rae Ira Pana’.  Fittingly, Sekera’s children gifted him with a printed copy of one of Sekera’s paintings. 

Ravinda Mahagama Sekera later explained, ‘the original of that copy is not with us and no one knows where it is.’ Indeed there many of his paintings are lost.  Ravinda said that there are a few at home but there could be over a hundred others.  Some had been sold at the one and only exhibition Sekera had held.  He had gifted away many to his friends.  Most did not even carry his signature. Ravinda observed that it is possible that those who possess the paintings might not even know they have in their possession a Sekera painting.

He was a giver.  And giving and sharing was what Sekera stood for or represented through his work.  Bandula pointed out that Sekera reminded everyone that nothing is taken away when we go away forever but in the intermediate hours of living sharing is possible and wholesome.

Bandula had lined up songs for the evening and they were slotted in nicely amidst comments and speeches.  They were well-picked.  He’s good at that; this is why ‘Rae Ira Pana’ was so popular after all.  He prefaced each performance with a relevance-note.  All of it was poetic as befitted reciter and occasion.  Most poignant was a rendering of ‘Ese mathuvana’ by M.R. Shah, former President of the Bank Employees’ Union.  Bandula, in introducing Shah, spoke of union politics and things that cut across ideological preferences and political affiliations.  Shah is no Amaradeva of course, but his rendition was nevertheless beautiful. 

Asanka Liyanaarachchi, an undergrad and winner of ‘Kavitha’ the university version of ‘Super Star’ sang ‘Aetha Kandukara’, coincidentally just as Pundit Amaradeva arrived.  The song and the lyric are not the preserve to the recognized and honored, Bandula often says.  This is why he had an employee of the Galle Post Office and friend sing ‘Wasanthaye Mal’.  Nelu Adhikari sang ‘Parasathu Mal’; Sujatha Attanayake would have been proud. Kapila Poogalaarachchi sang ‘Seethala diya piri sunila vilai’ a song that Bandula had picked from Sekera’s unpublished lyrics, thereby foregoing an opportunity to pen a song himself, again very ‘Sekarist’ of him.  There was Gayathri Ekanayake, a teacher at Visakha, who sang ‘Ruwan wala duhul kadin’.  They were all very good.

Bandula is a treasure house of anecdotes.  He has a fantastic memory for seemingly inconsequential things.  He recalled how Kularatne Ariyawansa had indulged in mild browbeating one night and how he, Bandula, had ended up writing a song that ‘Kule Aiya’ had been asked to write, ‘Nim Therak’ (Sunil Edirisinghe).  Kule Aiya had turned up at the studio and had been livid that Bandula had let his, Kule’s name remain as lyricist.  That’s respect, he said.  Kularatne Ariyawansa would have none of it, not least of all because it was beautifully written.  Bandula always acknowledges the influence of the pera parapura, the greats who came before, of whom he claims that Sekera was the foremost.  This is perhaps why he asked a host of guests to offer comments, some many years old, some his contemporaries.  And so we had Buddhadasa Galappaththi, Samantha Herath, Praneeth Abeysundera, Lal Hegoda, Rohana Weerasinghe and Sunil Ariyaratne making brief observations of the event, Bandula, Rae Ira Pana and of course Mahagama Sekera.

‘Listening to all this, doesn’t it give you hope for this country?’ my friend Hafeel asked me.  ‘When was I ever pessimistic?’ I replied.

Optimism apart, the fleshing out of hope or giving it corporeality of some kind requires hard work, tender hearts and the seeking out and strengthening of solidarity.  Bandula, true to form, put it best.  Here is a rough translation:

‘Let all that is best in all of us come together and create another Mahagama Sekera who would then unravel who we are and the world we live in and thereby show us the pathways we ought to choose so we can reach a better, more tender, more knowing world.’

What better tribute to that beautiful human being.

06 February 2013

Miyesi Lama Tharaka a ‘different reality’ show


Two years ago, at a small house off a small lane in a relatively small town called Battaramulla three young people launched an exercise to hone musical talent and related sensitivities of little children.  Nelu Adhikari, Kapila Poogalaarachchi and Lionel Bandara were in university together.  All three are accomplished musicians.  All three shared concern over a general decline in taste and thought that instead of whining they would expose little children to the many wonders of good music, whatever the tradition.   They called their little school ‘Nelu-Kapila Miyesi Arana’ (Musical Home of Nelu and Kapila).
They organized a small ceremony to mark the event.  They invited their teachers, among them Nanda Malini and Rohana Weerasinghe, both icons in the field of music and both senior citizens revered by music lovers. 

On that occasion, Nanda Malini offered some comments: ‘I know both Nelu and Kapila. They are both wonderful people.  They are highly respectful of their teacher, seniors who came before them. 
They respectfully and despite all their accomplishment ask with utmost humility for blessings and guidance.  They listen.  At this moment I want to wish them well and I shall do it this way…’ 
Then she sang one of her all time favorites, Buddhanu Bhavena.  Those who were there, the adults, i.e. parents and well wishers, would have been taken back to their own childhood. 

Two years later, at Stein Studio, Ratmalana, all the children who came under the wings of these three exceptional teachers, put together a concert.  Following an introductory seeking of blessings from the Goddess Saraswathi and a fusion instrumental, a documentary about the school was played on the backdrop of the stage.  Footage from the ‘opening ceremony’ referred to above had been included in this presentation.  Nanda Malini, who was unable to attend, was very much present(ed) by the rendering.  It was as though Buddhanu Bhavena was the signature theme of the entire exercise of teaching and learning.  Bandula Nanayakkarawasam, friend to Nelu, Kapila and Lionel, a companion on this long journey undertaken by them, compering at the event, quoted from Goethe: ‘Teaching is about forming taste and not communicating knowledge’. 
What unfolded thereafter was a carnival of good taste in music.  It was a fusion not just of musical traditions but generations.  There were doting grandparents excitedly watching their grandchildren perform, children were excited about being on stage but dropped stage fright and inhibition the moment the first note of the particular item was played, and anxious parents who had diligently accompanied child to class and had been briefed and re-briefed by the teachers about costume and rehearsal relaxed as the teacher-student combine unleashed the full harvest of hard work and love. 

The arrangement of songs was well thought out.  The program proper began with the theme song Ira Handa Tharu Obamai (you are the sun, moon and stars, no one else).  The singers ranged from 4-5 year old kids to children in their late teens.  The entire orchestra was made of children.  They may have slipped here and there, but I wouldn’t be able to tell.  To me, it was all perfect. 
This was followed by the well known Edward Jayakody number, akuru maekee nae (the letters have not got erased) which is a nostalgic reference to childhood and in particular the first grade experience.  What was special was that Edward Jayakody himself came on stage to sing with the children.  Edward, as everyone in the field knows, is one artist within whose heart a beautiful child continues to live.  Speaking after the performance Edward said that this was the first occasion where he sang with an entire orchestra or instrumentalists and singers without a single rehearsal.  He was impressed. Immensely. 

‘The Last Waltz’ and the theme music of the award-winning film ‘Chariots of Fire’ followed, demonstrating that this was not some kind of nostalgia-driven throw-back into the past.  Nelu, being a versatile musician schooled in both North Indian classical music as well as western music, it was perhaps natural that she impressed upon her students the virtues of being similarly versatile in both appreciation and rendition.  There were no hiccups on account of language or because of genre unfamiliarity. 
Bandula prefaced the next song with an anecdote.  As a schoolboy at Richmond he was taken to Mahinda College along with some other boys. They had to dramatize the song ‘Where are you going to my pretty maid’.  He had been very small and very thin, then.  He had been perched ‘as a bird’ on the top most branch of a ‘Mango tree’ (made of a branch broken on their way to Mahinda).  Unfortunately there had been a nest of red ants and the ants, agitated had crawled up his leg.  They bit him and he reacted, resulting in the whole ‘tree’ collapsing. The boys had kept their composure and continued as though nothing had happened.  ‘Where are you going to my pretty maid’ was what inspired him to write ‘Mal pipee deneth arei’.  The tune itself was drawn from that ditty.  The children did not know any of this, but this fact did not take anything away from their performance.

Then they moved to folk songs and other old favorites. Threshing floor songs (kamath kavi) flowed into Ran Dahadiya Bindu Bindu, with Saman Lenin and Harshana Dissanayake joining the group.  This was followed by Ha Ha Balaagenai.  The original vocalist, Pradeepa Dharmadasa was due to sing a few lines with the children, but couldn’t make it due to ill health.  The children more than compensated. 
‘Top of the World’, ‘Dancing Queen’ and ‘Brown Girl in the Ring’, favorites from the seventies, were sung with delight, as was Olu Nelum Neriya Rangala from the film ‘Rekava’.  Bandula pointed out that the film was made by a Catholic, the song was composed by Fr. Mercelline Jayakody and the music was composed by Sunil Shantha again a non-Buddhist.  He observed that this is how it was among people of different faith engaged in music and this is how it should be now and always in all things. 

An instrumental medley of ‘For a few dollars more’ and the Andean melody popularized by Simon and Garfunkle, ‘El Condo Pasa’ was followed by one of Kapila’s compositions, ‘Sarungale’.  From there, the group moved to faster numbers, those that were hits in the seventies, a decade dominated by the likes of Clarence Wijewardena, Annesley Malewana, the Dharmadasa Brothers and others. All the children, regardless of age, enjoyed Kandukare, Kale Ukule Thiyala, Udarata Menike and Gonwassa.  So too, the adult audience. 
There are no limits to music and entertainment.  Peenamuko Kalu Gange, Ho Ga Ralla Binde, and Emba Ganga saw well known artists Indika Upamali, Lakshman Wijesekera and Harshana Dissanayake performing with the children. 

A poignant moment came thereafter when the parents of the teachers were offered tokens of appreciation. The entire audience was in full agreement that the six individuals who came on stage are truly worthy of special appreciation for having gifted our society with three exceptional artists, three exceptional teachers. 
Rohana Weerasinghe, Malani Fonseka, Amarasiri Kalansuriya and Prof Carlo Fonseka, all present that evening, expressed delightful surprise at what they had just witnessed.  They said that the range of songs was truly astounding and complimented the teachers, parents and children for having offered them a wonderful evening’s entertainment. 

They had sung folk songs, pop and other ‘Western’ songs, songs from films and Sinhala pop.  They ended with nurthi gee to dramatic accompaniment.  We saw Ala Benda Mage Ramyavan, Yasa Isuru, Kumatada Sobaniye, Siri Sangabodi and Ada Vessantara.  Clearly, the children not had just voice and ear, they had movement and rhythm too. 
The show ended with Kapila, Nelu and Lionel coming together to sing the theme song, insisting that the sun, moon and start truly belong to the children and no one else.

The entire team proved that love for music and unlimited humanity and humility can yield a rich harvest that can and will nourish this and generations to follow.  They will be that much more tender, one felt.