.....................This year has seen the passing away of far too many greats, people who have given meaning to the idea of memory and whose influence makes an entire generation what it is. The loss of Bhimsen Joshi, Shammi Kapoor, Bhupen Hazarika, Jagjit Singh, MFHussain, Mansoor Alikhan Pataudi, 'Uncle' Anant Pai and Devanand in a space of few months creates an uncomfortable vacuum, a vast empty space that is difficult to fill. Between them, they controlled a substantial part of our consciousness over almost four decades. in remembering them, we also remember ourselves as we grew up; the times we skippedschool to watch a B&w classic in the morning show, how we first made fun of classical music and how without warning turned into it, the hair styles we imitated as children, the songs we gawkily danced to, the tape recorders that eked out poorly recorded songs that we heard over and over again, and the poses we struck in the mirror. Each of these individuals brings to each of us a network of memories; our life has been threaded by their work.
When people, who make us who we are, die, we grieve as much for ourselves as we do for them.It snaps the cosy ties that link our yesterdays with our today.; it forces us to confront the reality that the past in our memory has a mortality.it tells us that yesterday can never come back; that Devanand will never slouch again and Shammi Kapoor will never pout again........................................
(The death of time- Santhosh Desai, Times of India, 06:12:2011)
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