Showing posts with label Sunil Edirisinghe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sunil Edirisinghe. Show all posts

Monday, October 9, 2017

On love and the line of scrimmage


Taken from Sunila Wila by Pushkara Wanniarachchi 

Years ago , somewhere in December  I found a house seat in the indoor hall of Maharagama Youth Center. It rained butterflies that evening. 6.00 pm. There were a mass of people outside , crowded around the entrance. Many had to go back .I overheard  some one saying; 

Tickets were over. 

I managed to get a ticket, however with the help of a friend. On occasion , I would say ‘pin siddavechchave’ given that it was  a difficult opportunity. 

It was a concert called ‘Shwetha Rathriya’ . I don't not remember how and when or who organized it. Nonetheless that evening was a special one. Celebration of sorts. It was declared to be Nanda Malini’s final solo-singing show. 

I was 17 years when the show happened . The entire concert was able to sum up most of my childhood memories in two to three hours .They remembered me of how I  used to listen to Nanda Malini in audio cassettes. In fact, one time I was one of her students too. 

That day, there was something extra to what I had heard of her  apart from youtube and cassettes. It was the first time that I got exposed to Nanda’s  early collections; Pawana (Wind) and Sathyaye Geethaya (Song Of The Truth). She has had a string of successful releases . Among them were songs of love and relationships that appealed many hearts. 

And somewhere , while witnessing the songs of battle , distress, hope and  sorrow, it triggered me that many of her love songs carried a different connotation to what I had heard of other singers .

Nanda had and has a rival. I'd say. And I’d like to call the rival; Sunil Edirisinghe. Nanda and Sunil claims to have unmatchable voices, incredible and mesmerizing on stage. This does not mean that they are competing  for the best  voice, the best this  and  that. I believe they do not have to. They are already  reverenced by people like us.  Let me tell you this;  it is that they have and are speaking  of two different worlds . Not meant to cut each other. And this is what makes both Sunil and Nanda  unique , singularly.


Let me also offer this disclaimer; this in no way devalues what they have bequeathed the audiences through out. I believe, I say that this is an expressed appreciation for both of what I have felt and perceived of their songs personally.


Nanda Malini’s take on  love is a divine one. Her lover is absolute beauty and absolute godly. Her love has infused her being , that in everything she speaks, she speaks of  the lover. And in everything she seeks, she seeks the lover.  This element -where love and the lover conquering every thing is often emphasized  in her song . 


You.

Infinite as the sky 
Infinite as the sea 
And in everything I see 
is only you 
You are infinite.


අහස සේ ඔබ අනන්තයි 
සයුර සේ ඔබ අනන්තයි 
මේ විශ්වයේ මා දකින්නේ 
ඔබම පමණයි 
ඔබ අනන්තයි 


What place on earth is devoid of your presence? 
You are the sound of a plucked lute, the oozing liquor, the pen in word weaving  and quill that frequents.

වෙණ තතක් හැඬවෙන තැනත් ඔබ 
මදු විතක් උතුරන තැනත් ඔබ 
තෙලිතුඩක් දැවටෙන තැනත් ඔබ 
පන්හිඳක් ගැවසෙන තැනත් ඔබ 


And she goes on  further claiming  that than true love there is no subtle master under heaven.

And heaven exists 
where goodness  is preserved frequent
In love 

ආලය නම් මනු දම් සුරකින් නීති 
එතැනය සුර ලොව නම් 


And Love is a sea. It is tossed up and down by the waves. It lifs lovers  up at times and at times they drown. And in drowning  they give up , because there is no solace after the beloved is gone. The lyricist is perhaps clever and perfectly snaps the grief in a few words. So delicate. Moving. 

නොලැබ කිවිඳුන් 
කුමට කවිකම් 
කිවිඳ මට කවි ලොවේ 

And what use of balladry
having denied  of my poet?


And of Sunil , he’s different.  Many of his songs are far away from this happy and godly unison that Nanda urges to have. Perhaps more experienced in this whole thing that lives revolve around -what we call love. Sunil surely knows that man , like the phenominal universe, is double-natured, partaking at once of Being and Not Being, of Good and Evil , of Reality and Unreality. He affirms that love is a make-believe thing. A fantancy. It is pretence. 

ඉවුරු දෑලේ හිඳ බැලූ විට ගඟ හැඩයි කදිමයි

දියට වන් විට එවන් ගඟුලම බිහිසුණුයි චන්ඩයි

He tells us like this ; Stand by a river bank and look through the water. You’d find it beautiful, flowing gently , murmuring and burbling. Then step into its water. You’d find it to be a monster . Tumbling and rolling, dragging you away with the  water. Same goes to people. Only once you get closer to people , you realize who they are and what they are. According to Sunil, lovers don’t carry  equal sized hearts  , no they carry equal thoughts. They are constantly  dancing around  issues to thrive what they need from each other. They  yearn perfection. And this is a struggle they do. A product of greed. I’d like to call it. 



I walked from town to another, in search of everlasting love. And it was just a dream, in this transient world. 

සදාකාලික නොවූ ලෝකේ
සදාකාලික ප්‍රේමයක්
සොයා නෙක ගම් දනව් පීරා
ගෙවූ කාලය සිහිනයක්


He is well aware of the ancient law , that everything is impermanant. And so does man , so does love. They are ephermeral. So why look for a timeless love? Sunil Edirisinghe finds it to be a vain thing to do. 

Hardly there’s desparation found in his song. When the union of love fails , the lover doesnt weep in distress . Sunil envisions a matured lover , who is able to face defeat without complaint or collapse. Each other departs gracefully , knowing that  the time spent will be cherished. 

මා ඉතින් යන්න යනවා
මට යන්න අවසරයි
මට අරන් යන්න ඇත්තේ
මතකය විතරයි

Let me leave
with your permission

There are only memories
to take with me.


Today , reflecting on the songs I’ve heard and have come to know of, my thoughts stray back to the classic film ‘Hulavali’ and  a  popular  line of a song sung in this film ’ala vadana yana theruma bosath Kama saki.’ I’m also reminded of a  particular conversation that Sunil once had with   Victor Ratnayake at a show . Sunil made a comment that day ; “ආදරය , සෙනෙහස මේ හැමදෙයක්ම  වචනෙන් ප්‍රකාශ කරන්න පහසුයි, නමුත් ප්‍රායෝගිකව ඒවා මුනගැසුනම  තමයි මෙහි බැරෑරුම් කම තේරෙන්නේ , එය බෝසත් කුලයට අයිති දෙයක්.” (Love is not as easy as it is said with words , loving is to exude bodhisattva qualities. ) . 

His song encompasses a deep philosophy. A philosophy  that teaches to surpress jealousy, pronounces the practice of giving. Or letting go. The bedrock of Buddhism. 


It is a known fact that a singer picks up what is written by a Lyricist. And one may even argue that Nanda’s songs were written by a single composer with a few exceptions, whilst Sunil Edirisinghe was nurtured by various artists. Yes. I would not disagree to that. After all , a singer has the privillege to choose what he/she wants to sing. I suspect. I also believe that  this exercise of picking up lyrics from what is offered , tacitly conveys the values and views  they hold. 


And no matter how different their idealogies on love are, somewhere some of us still enjoy and speak  of them. We have embraced their song. Perhaps Sunil and Nanda are successful in taking their audience through a divine love to its horrors and duplicity. 

























Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Sunil- Saputhanthri moment







Pic Source: Internet

A couple of years ago an article in Irida Divaina taught me that a work of art , be it a poem , song or whatever doesn’t entirely belong to the creator. Once it is given, it’s owned by the recipient. It’s the recipient’s song. Thereafter. It seems that there is no writer or musician behind most of the songs sung today. The good thing is, creator isn’t destroyed. Entirely. People wish sometimes that great people be elevated to his rightful place among literary greats. And maybe because of this very reason the writer or lyricist of any creative form is mentioned before it is sung or played. They are often remembered. Praised. In volumes of word and anecdote.



I remember the early mornings and late evenings, when we had an old Sony radio. Which use to function way better than the one we have now. I remember Amaradewa, Nanda Malini , Somathilake Jayamaha, Kapuge , Rohana Baddage  and many others over the then Radio Ceylon , Broadcasting Cooperation now. And among them was Sunil Edirisinghe. Whose songs I cherished the most. The radio played a greater part in life. This is how I got trained to the song and lyric.




Much later, I learned to appreciate the song better. I became an avid musical show goer. Out of them more than a thrice I witnessed Sandakadapahana, a solo performance by Sunil Edirisinghe. Different days. Different lyrics. Different genres. Always surprises. Between empathy and artistry. So much of lively observation. Intellectual grasp. And Cultural tensions. And the radio became a memory awakening. Eventually.




On a rain drenched day in 2012 I attended ‘Sunila Vila’. It was an exercise of celebrating 41 years of Sunil Edirisinghe’s singing which also included the launch of ‘Sunila Vila’, a comprehensive guide to his songs collected and compiled by Pushkara Wanniarachchi. Jayalath Manoratne dabbed the narrative using his musical fact and drawing experiences he has had with Sunil Edirisinghe. Among them was Rohana who had much to share. He recalled the days when he turned up to make music for Sunil’s songs.




Sunil didn’t forget Kumaradasa Saputhanthri. Sunil said like this. ‘සපුගෙනුත් රෝහනගෙනුත් මට ලැබිච්ච ආලෝකය කියා නිම කරන්න බැහැ’ (I cannot express in words how much Saputhanthri and Rohana has done for me). In return Saputhanthri interjected ‘මටත් එහෙමයි. සුනිල්මගේ ජීවිතයට ලොකු ආලෝකයක් වුනා’ ( Same with me. Sunil rekindled my life). The article that appeared in Irida Divaina was remembered. In a universe where humility and arrogance intersected. Creators aren’t often dead.  Like Saputhanthri.



Saputhanthri is well aware of the reality in life. He thinks that at some point in life for what we do, we are pained.  He is acutely conscious of pain the world is made of.  And pain   itself is consumed alone. What is most profound in him is that he realizes victory and happiness is illusion. He humbly accepts that what we call ‘sapa’ or luxury in life is temporary satisfaction. And greed serves nothing in the long run. His reflections on this subject are textually powerful.

අදින් මතුව යළි  සටන් වදින්නට
රජෙක් නොමැති සිහ අසුන් අරා
සුසුම් නළින් මිස සිතින් බැහැර නොව
හිඳීම් මගේ දුක කිරුල දරා

දිනු විසල් ලොව සිතින් හරින්නෙමි
උතුම් මිනිස්කම මවෙත රඳා
මගේ දෙපා මුල වැටී මෙසේ මම
කියම්  මගේ දුක මටම හඬා 



 He educates and is educating his audience. Especially for those who don’t know that happiness births   from vedanawa (pain or sorrow). The writer tells us. More often, those who love sob too hard. To love means sorrow. There is heart tremble and dismantled mind. There is terror, fear and longing.

සතුටේ උපත කඳුලයි සදා
හද වේදනා දෝතින් ගෙනා


The truth is , some things in life just don’t come to us.  To reach love’s preferred destinations (or in search of happiness) we got to survive the thorn –road. Saputhanthri understands it. So intimately.


පිපි මල් මතින් පියමන් කළෝ
දිනුවේ ද  කවදා ප්‍රේමයෙන්
විඳි වේදනා සතුටින් දරා
පැරදී  ගියේ කවුදෝ  එයින්


Absence, sorrow and despair. When people leave we learn the heavy words. She loves you. Yeah, Yeah, Yeah .Or he loves me. Love? We were and are desperate to grow up and find out about this thing.

පාළු  පැලේ අඳුර පිරේ
මගේ පැලට වරෙන්
හනික සෝඩී නගේ

දුරුතු හඳේ සිහිල වගේ
තනි හිතට මගේ
පාළු දැනෙයි නගේ 


She appeared in the strangest ways. And left. In most common ways. She disappeared like the mist that wipes away mountains. She’s gone like the rainbow erased by cloud wave.

 පාට දේදුනු සේදිලා ඇත කඳුයායේ 
සීත රැ  සඳ පීදිලා නීල තරු යායේ 
ඈ  ලවන් තෙරේ
සෝ ගී සුසුම් මැවේ
මීදුම් වලා  ලෙසින් පාවී
ඈතින් හැපී  බිඳේ

මා නුවන්  දියේ
පීනා  නැගෙන්  සඳේ
පායා දුරින් ඇදී  ඈ  මෙන්
පාවී  නොයන්  සඳේ


The poet deals with this kind of absence and absenting. This world is made of yugala dharmatha. Short- tall. Bitter- sweet. Happy –sad. Absence and presence. Then there are arrivals and departures. In a world where nothing is permanent, how come love be permanent? This is the law. Ancient. Inexhaustible.


සයුර ඉම රතු සිතිජ රේඛාවේ 
මියෙන හිරු සේ ගිලී බිම් අඳුරේ
තලා මා සිත පලා ගිය ඔබ දවයි මා
තනිවෙනා මොහොතින්

His expression of poverty is fascinating. Saputhanthri has captured capitalism in a few chunks. Sensitive. And empowering. He is bestowed with words that roll out effortlessly. He affirms that there is a line dissecting the impoverished and those enriched.

හිතේ ගින්න අවුලා ගෙන සුරතල් පොඩි එවුන්ගේ
කුසේ ගින්න සනහන්නයි අතුරේ පිය මනින්නේ 
මලට කලින් අපි තැලිලයි පූදින මල් තලන්නේ
අපේ දුකට හඬන මලේ කඳුලයි පැණි කෙරෙන්නේ  


This line struck me the most: මලට කලින් අපි තැලිලයි පූදින මල් තලන්නේ. Kumaradasa Saputhanthri points out that a toddy tapper extracts the sap of a cut flower in a palm tree even before it sprouts entirely. It’s a directive. Tight rope walking is a play between life and death.Ra is there bread and butter. And then they die with no comfort in life. Like the thal mala that gets crushed half way through its birthing and never gets to see the world outside. The key word ‘thalila’ hints the hardships of those undermined in society. Well he uses, අපේ දුකට හඬන මලේ කඳුලයි පැණි කෙරෙන්නේ  as a metaphor clearly, referring to that only the thal mala tears on behalf of them. Its tears that turn to white liquid (Ra) is what really survives them. No one talks about them now. It’s a matter of selectivity. For one who is meticulously observant would know. Like him.


Saputhanthri comes, in strange ways. This was my fourth time witnessing Sandakadapahana. Taking off from different lyricists to different times the show came to a halt. The commentator thus ended the show: may all beings gain wisdom. Sunil Edirisinghe switched his voice on. It was a song written by Kumaradasa Saputhanthri. The song minisa suwandayi mala se.


The song speaks of man in plenty. A world that gave birth to man, whose wisdom glared like sun and breath so fragrant like of a flower .Subsequently blemished. Ravaged. Stole lives and divided territories. Let us not forget the boxing days we have had. Those days when ordinary shopkeepers were burnt alive, leaving neighbor’s life in turmoil. When people were killed in thousands and ten thousands.We still live in an era that constitutes civilized bulletins.


Saputhanthri’s  lyrics are a timely intervention. Backed by reality and truths.  And of course Sunil Edirisinghe will give voice to his words and keep singing to us. Sunil exists where Saputhanthri is. Hearts blended. We are certainly a blessed nation to have such people anchored by thought and song.


 This was first published  in The Nation newspaper , 25th April 2015 . Pamodi Kuruppu is a freelance writer. And can be reached  at rakhithakalu@gmail.com