Articles By Lataji
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Translation from Marathi By Sameer Desai
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MAAJHA GAANA [MY SONG]
Thinking a lot about the song, putting in hard work, etc, such a mentality is not seen now a days. Making a quickest possible, simple, and easy song is what is done. Nobody feels the necessity of presenting music which would leave an effect on the mind and create an impression.. the result, one or two good songs are heard. Earlier an entire movie used to run on songs. Even if the movie was a flop, the songs used to be great hits. But nowadays, if a movie crashes, the songs too crash and once the movie is gone, the songs too are forgotten. Then if such a song is sung, people feel, why this one?
One of those many such evenings. When I am alone or late in the night, birds of memories start fluttering everywhere. Old, new memories start wandering around me..a journey over so many years..so many experiences. Many of them nice, sweet, fit to be remembered again and again. And experiences very bitter. But my life grew richer and prospered due to all these. All that flashes in front of my eyes again an again. My song. my musicians..my co-singers…… poets and all those technicians working in the studios…..and all those innumerable fans who loved me beyond imagination. My song was liked, admired by them…… they took me on their heads…… brought me to this position……and God always helped me.
That’s the reason, I never felt like taking pride in whatever I did. The moment pride is born in an artist, it is the death of art in that artist… whatever I have with me, all that is his(God). If we have this in mind, then never in life do we feel sad and let down. Whatever happens gives us happiness.Similarly I kept on receiving happiness. I had the luck of carrying forward the legacy of my Baba (father), it was with his blessings only. Therefore, whenever I start remembering myself, memories of my Baba are aroused afresh……
I was hardly 4-5 years old. I still remember….. there was a stand to keep the utensils in our kitchen. I used to stand on that and sing in front of Mai (mother)…. At times Saigal’s songs, sometimes Baba’s music pieces and ragas….. I used to sing loudly….. but never did I have the courage to sing near my Baba.It was one such evening. I was roaming in the gallery of our house…… with little Asha in my arms….. Within the hall, Baba was teaching a student of his… I was listening from outside.At that time, Baba had to go some where out. He told his student, “you continue practicing, I will come back.”…… the student was singing…..I was listening from outside. I felt he was singing wrongly, faultily. I went in and told him, this Raag Pooriya Dhanshri is not sung like this by Baba. Then I started to sing the Raga for him.
I was singing, at the same time Baba returned…. Stood behind me. I did not have the slightest hint …. I kept on singing. He listened to my song. Then he said to Mai, “ I have a singer in my house, why teach outsiders ?Baba used to get late due to his work related to music, but however late in the night, he used to get up early the next morning. The next day he woke me up… said, “Lata get up. Take up the Tambora. I will teach you.” The piece of music which I had sung, the same he taught me.And thus started my song. I was just four years old then……. Since then till now this song has being my companion.
Baba was from Goa, and Mai from Khandesh. Our childhood was spent in Sangli itself. Therefore our household language and living was all Marathi. Baba used to speak Marathi. But in moments of happiness or anger he used to start out in Konkani unknowingly. He used to say : AGO CHENDU KITE KARTA ! or PHUTTUR MAGE LO. But all other talk was in Marathi.
But the food he liked was Konkani styled only. He liked fish and meat very much. And though Mai was a pure vegetarian, she used to cook non-vegetarian food for baba. In those days, she used to accompany baba from place to place along with our drama company. In those places, baba used to get invitations for banquets from royal families of those places. Then baba used to come back home and say that the food there was very good. This used to trigger, and Mai used to go there, learn what was prepared, how it was prepared, then return home and prepare a similar dish for baba. Mai remained a vegetarian till the end. Hrudayanath and his daughter are also vegetarians, they do not even eat eggs. But we sisters became non-vegetarians.
The atmosphere in our house was very conservative. How the girls should be, how they should behave, baba had laid down strictures regarding these. If I ever forgot applying Kumkum, he used to point it out….. he used to ask me to wear bangles. But such were those days, the way people saw at the girls was such. That’s why there was a ban on watching late night dramas. Baba even did not like us waiting for his own dramas late in the night…. Even there was a ban on cinemas. Therefore there was no question of going for a movie.Even then if at all a movie was to be watched, it would be of Bhalji Pendharkar or of New Theaters…due to a feeling that those movies did not have anything indecent. Then when compared to todays movies all that appears funny. But song was in our house itself. Songs from baba’s dramas, his compositions were usual to us ; but we also could hear Saigal’s songs at home. Movies like Chandidas had come at that time. Among females, Kananbala was famous.
Once in Pune, I secretly went to watch the movie ‘Brahmachari’ at the Aryan cinema hall. Later when baba came to know of this… his anger knew no bounds. He expressed his anger on the movie thus, “ you had been to watch Brahmachari? That Ratan (Meenakshi), has she no shame, she shoots in a swimming dress?But see this fate ! I got everything after coming into this film industry itself. I used to like classical music. I also felt that my baba has a treasure of ragas, I should learn all of them……then I myself used to request him to teach me some particular raga. Then he used to teach me.
Ganapatrao Mohite, whom we used to call Ganu, used to learn music from baba. As soon as baba used to teach any new composition, I used to gall Ganu and ask him : I know this piece of music, do you?. He used to reply that he knew. That used to make me sad. I used to think that what I have learn just now, how come ganu knows it before me. He used to know then due to his years of learning near baba. But unknowingly my self esteem would be hurt by this.Baba had his own stride. We used to be afraid of him. But he never even touched us…. But even then we were under the terror of his glance. His eyes were large… any mischief from us, he used to just lay a glance at us…… as if to say “ do you understand what I mean….will not repeat again ?” and that’s it.But Mai used to beat us black and blue, specially me. I was very mischievous. I always used to play… and naturally the fruit was beating.
DAUGHTER OF MASTER DINANATH.
Baba was respected by one and all in Sangli… he was like a God to people…. I was Master Dinanath’s daughter. Right from my childhood I had a feeling that no one would say a thing regarding music to me.My aunty was Vijabai. Her daughter Vasanti was studying in class third in Murlidhar’s school at Sangli. The school was near to our house. I used always follow her to the school. I used to force her to take me to school. She told me that I had to be quite there, else the teacher would scold. I agreed. The school had a one hour period of music per week. Ranade bai used to come to teach music. She saw me and asked “Ae Vasanti, who is she?”. I stood up and replied, “ Master Dinanath’s daughter”. She asked me, “Is it so? He is such a good singer, can you sing?” An instant reply shot out from my mouth, “YES !. She asked me to come to the office on the ground floor during the recess break. Later I went there. All the teachers were present. I did not feel afraid at all. “ Yes, can you sing?” someone asked me. I replied that I could sing ragas, I can sing Malkauns, Hindol, etc etc. Then they asked me to sing. I sang a composition in Rag Hindol. All were very much impressed and sent a message home to baba, “ your daughter sings very well”.
Baba said, “ good, you went there and sang. Showed your mischief !!”. Then Mai told my father to send me to school. I was very small. I was admitted to the same school in the Bigari (nursery or kindergarten, probably) class on the ground floor. Our teacher was a six foot tall person. A long Dagala(a type of traditional shirt), a bordered dhoti, sandalwood paste on his forehead, a Pagadi ( a traditional headwear – the one like Balagangadhar Tilak), such was our teacher. He entered the class and wrote Shri Ganeshaya Namaha on the board. He asked us to write the same. I wrote it. He checked my slate, and said, “Wah ! good, ten marks out of ten.” I was overjoyed. On returning home, I told Mai about the miracle of me getting ten out of ten marks. She appreciated it a lot and asked me to study in the same way with dedication.
…….. but what, it was my handiwork. The next day I took little Asha in my arms and went to the school. I placed her beside me and started writing. The teacher came there and said, “you cannot bring your sister like this, it would not be accepted.”But I had in my mind, the same old thing, I am Master Dinanath’s daughter !! I picked up Asha and immediately returned home. And I said to Mai, “ What if he is a teacher? Why should he have spoken in such a way?” Mai told this to baba. He said, “ Let her not go to school. We will teach her at home.” Then my education began at home. We had a servant called Vithal Kambli. I asked him to teach me. He started to teach me the basic syllables A, AA, E, EEE, etc. but how much could he teach? Then I got some books and started to learn.