Friday, 31 October 2025

When the Abyss Turns Our Way

🌀Sagittarius A, Spin, and the Celestial Dance of Extremes

Image courtesy: Event Horizon Telescope Collaboration (EHT), via NSF / ESO / NASA.

Preface

It began, as many fascinations do in our century, with an image on social media. A striking visual on Instagram — this post — showed a luminous whirl at the centre of the Milky Way, captioned with the audacious claim that our galaxy’s black hole is “spinning near the speed limit of physics and aimed right at Earth.”

Curiosity, that old Newtonian apple, struck again. What did this mean? Could the cosmic engine anchoring the Milky Way truly be rotating at relativistic extremes, its axis inclined toward us, as though we were peering down the barrel of creation itself?

Thus began this essay — an amateur astronomer’s reflection on a discovery that blurs the line between the empirical and the ineffable.

Image courtesy: NASA / ESA / ESO Composite Visualisation.

I. The Heart of Darkness, 26,000 Light-Years Away

At the heart of our galaxy, cloaked in the constellation Sagittarius, lies a gravitational monarch: Sagittarius A* (pronounced “A-star”).
It is a supermassive black hole, weighing about four million times the mass of our Sun, and situated roughly 26,000 light-years from Earth.

In 2022, the Event Horizon Telescope (EHT) gave humanity its first direct glimpse of this behemoth’s silhouette — a golden ring of radiation encircling a central void. The image, a synthesis of global radio telescopes working in concert, confirmed what theory had whispered since Einstein: the abyss exists, and it glows.

But seeing, as astronomers well know, is only the overture. The symphony lies in motion — in how that monstrous core spins, feeds, and breathes energy into the galaxy around it.

II. The Spin that Scrapes the Limits of Physics

A black hole’s spin is expressed as a dimensionless parameter, $a_*$ , ranging from 0 (no spin) to 1 (maximum theoretical spin under general relativity). Recent analyses — employing neural networks trained on millions of simulated EHT images — suggest Sagittarius A* boasts a spin of $a_* ≈ 0.9 ± 0.06$ .¹

That is, it pirouettes at roughly ninety percent of the relativistic limit. At such velocities, spacetime itself is dragged around the black hole in a phenomenon called frame-dragging — an effect so severe that matter near the event horizon cannot remain still even if it wished to.

In essence, the very fabric of the cosmos is caught in its whirl.

III. Pointed Our Way: The Axis of the Abyss

The same study reveals something even more serendipitous — the spin axis appears to be inclined at less than 30° relative to our line of sight.²

That is not to say the black hole is “aimed at Earth” in the sensationalist sense, but it does imply that we are observing it nearly face-on, rather than from the side. In celestial geometry, that’s a privileged vantage.

We are looking almost straight down the whirlpool.

This orientation, described elegantly in Astronomy & Astrophysics (June 2025),³ grants us an unusually clear view into the maelstrom — where magnetic fields writhe, electrons spiral at near-light speeds, and gravity distorts time and space into a perpetual hallucination.

Image courtesy: Event Horizon Telescope Collaboration — Polarised Light Study (2021).

IV. A Chaotic Halo, Not a Jet

Curiously, despite its ferocious spin, Sagittarius A* does not hurl colossal jets of matter like its famous cousin M87* in Virgo.

Instead, the radio glow we detect seems to emanate from superheated electrons gyrating in tangled magnetic fields within the accretion disk — that incandescent storm of gas and plasma circling the event horizon.⁴

Earlier theoretical models predicted a more ordered magnetic structure. Yet the 2025 EHT deep-learning analysis unveiled a chaotic field, fluctuating in time and intensity.⁵
This disorder is not failure — it is revelation. It tells us that the microphysics of accretion, magnetohydrodynamics, and energy transfer near black holes are far more intricate than even our most sophisticated simulations imagined.

Ignoramus et ignorabimus, as the Latinists would sigh: “We do not know, and perhaps shall never fully know.”

Image courtesy : Hashem Al-ghaili / Science Nature Page

V. Of Collisions, Counter-Spins, and Cosmic Memory

The comparative study of M87* — another EHT subject — found something astonishingly opposite. Its black hole appears to spin counter to the flow of its infalling gas,⁶ perhaps the residue of a galactic merger eons ago.

That contrast — Sgr A* spinning swiftly with modest accretion, M87* rotating oppositely yet projecting monumental jets — underscores a profound truth: black holes are no mere drains of matter. They are dynamic engines sculpting the very architecture of galaxies.

In their spins are encoded the memories of cosmic collisions, the whispers of ancient accretion, the fossil signatures of galactic evolution.

VI. Reflections from a Blue Planet

For an amateur astronomer watching from a terrace under city light, these revelations are humbling.

We stand on a small world, 26,000 light-years from the Milky Way’s nucleus, yet our telescopes — and now our algorithms — have reached into the furnace of relativity itself.

There is something almost mystical in the symmetry: the black hole’s axis aligned roughly toward us, as if the cosmos itself were affording humanity a fleeting glimpse into its deepest machinery.

One is reminded of Pascal’s lament — Le silence éternel de ces espaces infinis m’effraie.
And yet, in that silence, we listen more intently than ever.

VII. Epilogue: When Shadows Teach Light

The study of Sagittarius A* has evolved from mythic metaphor into measurable science — yet its poetry endures.

Here lies an object invisible to the eye, governed by equations that warp intuition, yet illuminating more about the universe — and about ourselves — than any star could.

In that sense, the black hole is not a void but a mirror: of curiosity, of intellect, and of the human refusal to stop asking why.

Sources and References

EHT Collaboration, “Estimation of the Spin of the Supermassive Black Hole in Sagittarius A*,” Astronomy Reports (2024), SpringerLink.
NASA / Chandra X-ray Center, “Sagittarius A*: Telescopes Support Event Horizon Telescope Results,” NASA.gov (2023).
Event Horizon Telescope Collaboration, “Self-learning Neural Network Cracks Iconic Black Holes,” Astronomie.nl (June 2025); Astronomy & Astrophysics, vol. 683, A37 (2025).
ScienceDaily, “AI Unlocks Milky Way’s Black Hole Secrets,” (14 June 2025).
A&A, “Deep-Learning Inference of Black Hole Orientation and Magnetic Field Structures,” (2025).
EHT Collaboration, “M87* Polarisation and Jet Alignment Studies,” The Astrophysical Journal Letters (2024).
Event Horizon Telescope Public Data Archive, 2017 Campaign, UI ADS (2022).

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Thursday, 30 October 2025

Ilaiyaraaja’s Nenjaththai Killadhe — A Symphony Between Soul and Sky

From Guitar Whispers to Cathedral Crescendos — Three Songs, One Spirit of Reinvention

By © Dhinakar Rajaram

I. Preface — A Listener’s Confession

Let me begin with a confession — I am no trained musician. My vocabulary is not weighed down by the grammar of ragas or the rhetoric of counterpoint. Yet, through decades of listening, one begins to hear what cannot be explained — the secret pulse beneath melody. Nenjaththai Killadhe (1980), in that sense, is not just a film soundtrack; it is Ilaiyaraaja’s private laboratory, a place where acoustic intimacy meets orchestral ambition.

Three songs — Paruvame Puthiya Padal Paadu, Uravenum Puthiya Vaanil, and Ye Thendrale Oru Raagam Pada Va — become, together, a triptych of emotional architecture: desire, turbulence, and surrender. Each track is an essay in reinvention, or, as the French might say, une métamorphose sonore — a sonic metamorphosis.

II. Paruvame Puthiya Padal Paadu — The Guitar’s Whisper and the Rhythm of Thighs

In this song, Ilaiyaraaja paints tenderness with an almost ascetic restraint. The orchestration is minimal — a duet led by the acoustic guitar, softly brushed percussion, and that signature thigh-tapping rhythm which evokes the raw immediacy of a live performance. One almost visualises the composer himself, tapping gently to sustain the pulse — the very heartbeat of the melody.

Here, the guitar does not merely accompany; it converses. Every pluck seems to trace the emotional tremors between the singers. The counterline of the bass flute enters like a breeze over still water, invoking the French expression je ne sais quoi — that ineffable something which makes a moment eternal.

For a lay listener, the effect is direct yet mysterious: it feels like love remembered rather than declared. Ilaiyaraaja achieves what most Western ballads attempt — simplicity without banality.

III. Uravenum Puthiya Vaanil — The Symphony in Subdued Rage

If Paruvame was introspection, Uravenum Puthiya Vaanil is introspection in revolt. There is an unspoken anger here — not the outburst of a tempest, but the slow burn of an internal storm. The orchestration swells and recedes in layers, suggesting a hidden fugue. It is not Bach, yet the spirit of counterpoint breathes within it: multiple lines speaking, clashing, and resolving.

The string sections rise like oceanic waves, and the rhythm section — disciplined yet furious — grounds the chaos into poise. There’s almost a cinematic symmetry to how Ilaiyaraaja builds this piece: symphony meets solitude. One might call it doloroso con dignità — sorrow with dignity.

For the Western ear, this is akin to a restrained symphonic poem, a miniature Mahlerian lament. For the Indian ear, it is unmistakably Raaja — where harmony is emotion itself.

IV. Ye Thendrale Oru Raagam Pada Va — The Cathedral in the Mind

And then comes the benediction. Ye Thendrale is not a song; it is an invocation. P. Susheela’s voice enters like a solitary beam through a church window — crystalline, almost sacred. The arrangement recalls a Western choral-orchestral form, evoking the serenity of an evening mass. One can almost imagine a chamber of light, where the organ hums in empathy.

Ilaiyaraaja transforms the familiar into the divine. The melodic progression carries the calm of a hymn and the yearning of a lullaby. The Latin liturgical mood — adagio cantabile — fuses with a Tamil soul. What results is a transcendence that bridges devotion and romance, art and prayer.

V. Coda — A Symphony Between Soul and Sky

Together, these three songs are Ilaiyaraaja’s quiet rebellion against musical compartments. Between the guitar’s whisper, the symphony’s surge, and the choir’s prayer, lies the arc of a human life — from innocence to turbulence to surrender.

He does not lecture through notation; he converses through feeling. The listener is not a student, but a pilgrim. Perhaps that is why Nenjaththai Killadhe continues to echo: it is less an album and more a cathedral of sound, where every emotion finds its echo.

VI. Ode — To the Eternal Composer

“O Raaja, you did not compose for applause, but for silence — the silence that follows when the heart recognises itself.”

In that pause, between note and void, lies the secret grammar of Ilaiyaraaja’s genius — a music not of the stage, but of the soul.

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Wednesday, 29 October 2025

Poove Sempoove — Two Versions, Two Lives

🌺A Lullaby of Love, A Lament of Loss

Prologue — The Fragrance of Memory

The Tamil song “Poove Sempoove” from the 1988 film Solla Thudikuthu Manasu stands as one of Ilaiyaraaja’s most soul-stirring compositions — at once a gentle lullaby and a deep confession of love. Penned by Vaali and sung in two versions — by K. J. Yesudas and Sunanda — it transcends gender, era, and circumstance to become something eternal: an ode to love in its purest and most painful form.

I first heard it on AIR Vividh Bharathi and Doordarshan’s Oliyum Oliyum in 1988 — the era when songs lingered longer than memories. Over the years, I have come to realise that Poove Sempoove is not a single song but a dual revelation — two hearts echoing through the same melody, two souls bound by the same words, yet worlds apart in meaning.

I am not a trained musician, nor have I ever studied the grammar of rāgas or harmony in any formal sense. Whatever little I understand comes from years of listening — from the things I have meticulously observed, or quietly tried to learn, through Ilaiyaraaja’s music since childhood. His compositions became my textbooks, his transitions my teachers, his silences my lessons.

Musically, the piece is a marvel of rāga architecture: it opens in Śaṅkarabharaṇam, flows into Nāṭabhairavi, brushes Kīravaṇī, wanders through Gaurimanōhari and and hints at Harikāmbhōji’s warmth before returning home again — like a pilgrim revisiting each shrine of emotion before resting in peace. The tonal transitions are seamless, almost cinematic, as if Ilaiyaraaja were painting feelings rather than notes.

Part I — The Lover’s Lullaby (K. J. Yesudas for male protagonist)

Yesudas’s version is sunlight in sound — a lover’s lullaby draped in reverence. His voice glides through Ilaiyaraaja’s orchestration with devotional poise, carrying the gentleness of affection that seeks neither possession nor promise.

The lines —

Poove Sempoove un vāsaṃ varum / Vāsal en vāsal un poongavanam
Nizhal pōla nānum nadai pōda nīyum / Thodarkindra sondham nedungala bandham

— evoke love as fragrance, love as shadow, love as something that walks beside but never overwhelms.

Here, love is tranquil, not turbulent. It comforts rather than consumes. The rāgas flow like silk: Śaṅkarabharaṇam’s stability, Nāṭabhairavi’s meditative melancholy, Gaurimanōhari’s gentle wistfulness, and Kīravaṇī’s fleeting brush of pathos. Yesudas renders all of this with a serenity bordering on the sacred.

Within the film’s frame, this voice belongs to the man whose love has already crossed the threshold of regret. But beneath that composure lies the confession of a man who has loved deeply, erred silently, and now redeems himself through music.

Naan seitha pāvam ennodu pogum / Nee vāzhndhu nāan thaan pārthalē pōthum

This is love purified by renunciation — the selfless readiness to suffer so the beloved may smile. It is Ilaiyaraaja at his most Bach-like, weaving counterpoint and conscience into one seamless fabric.

If Yesudas’s rendition is a hymn, it is a candle burning steady in a quiet shrine — a flame of devotion, not desire.

And just when I believed I had heard all that this melody could whisper, another listener — from a world far removed — heard it anew. Through the lens of Western classical grammar, Russian - American pianist Lidia Kotolova found in Poove Sempoove what I had always felt but never named — that grief, when set to harmony, becomes a language beyond borders.

Bridging Notes — A Western Ear to an Eastern Hymn:

Before the melody crosses from the lover’s heart to the mother’s conscience, it travelled once more — this time across continents. In the hands of pianist Lidia Kotolova, “Poove Sempoove” was heard not as language, but as architecture: harmony, modulation, breath.

Western Reading — A Classical Ear to Ilaiyaraaja’s Grammar -

Kotolova, approaching the Yesudas rendition as a Western classical musician, begins with reverence for its home key — E-flat major, a favourite of Mozart for his most contemplative adagios. She likens the opening’s tranquillity to a Mozartian andante — music that invites stillness rather than applause.

She observes that every cadence, every seeming point of rest, resolves not to the home chord but to the subdominant — that half-resolved harmony that forever leans forward. Each phrase, therefore, ends mid-breath — love perpetually reaching, never quite arriving.

Her admiration deepens at Ilaiyaraaja’s distant modulation — a leap from E-flat major to G-flat major, a key rarely traversed so naturally in classical convention. She marvels at how naturally it happens: a harmonic pilgrimage mirroring the male protagonist’s own moral wandering — from certainty to contrition, and finally home again.

Even the interludes, she notes, converse in two dialects: Western harmony entwined with Carnatic phrasing, percussion meeting prayer. “You needn’t understand the words,” she concludes; “the music itself carries the emotion — sadness, then peace, as though it prays for forgiveness.”

To Kotolova, Ilaiyaraaja’s work is a translation of grace into geometry — a meeting of Bach and Bhairavi beneath the same breath.

Analysis by Lidia Kotolova — tracing Ilaiyaraaja’s “Poove Sempoove” in E-flat major, where Mozartian grace meets Tamil melancholy.

In Kotolova’s ears, Ilaiyaraaja’s lament finds kinship with Mozart’s grace — proof that grief, when transposed into harmony, becomes a universal dialect of the soul. From that universal grammar of redemption, the song turns inward — no longer the lover’s hymn, but the mother’s confession.

Part II — The Penitent Mother’s Lullaby (Sunanda for the female protagonist)

Then comes Sunanda’s version — the same score, yet another world. Recorded not for the film but pressed quietly onto vinyl, it carries within it a different universe of ache. Her voice emerges from a duskier register — lower, earthier, unvarnished by glamour. It is the voice of one who has seen too much, borne too much, and still finds within herself the tenderness to sing.

What in Yesudas’s timbre felt like tranquil affection here transmutes into trembling contrition. The “Poove” she addresses is no longer the beloved — it is her own child, the unblemished flower she prays will never inherit her thorns. Every syllable is laden with unspoken pain, as if she dare not confess aloud the weight she carries within. The lullaby is her only permitted language — soft, evasive, but saturated with sorrow.

Between the words lie breaths heavy with history — the pauses themselves are poetry. Ilaiyaraaja’s orchestration recedes to the background, allowing the tremor in Sunanda’s tone to stand bare, unadorned, vulnerable. The song becomes a secret dialogue between mother and daughter: one too young to understand, the other too broken to explain.

When she sings,

Naan vaazhum vaazhvae unakaaga thaanae

it is no longer a lover’s pledge but a mother’s penance. She lives not merely for her child but through her — hoping that the purity she lost may continue in the life she gave birth to. The line

Naan seitha pāvam ennodu pogum

becomes her quiet confession; not shouted from rooftops, but whispered into a cradle.

This woman — perhaps once a mistress, perhaps merely misunderstood — is trapped between guilt and grace. She hides her tears beneath her melody, lest the child awaken. Her love is fierce but forbidden, her redemption half-earned. In that haunting refrain of “Poove Sempoove”, she plants the only legacy she dares to leave — a promise that her daughter will bloom in sunlight, untouched by her shadow.

Ilaiyaraaja’s raga transitions — from Śaṅkarabharaṇam’s maternal warmth to Kīravaṇī’s penitential dusk — mirror her own transformation. It is as though the music itself bends in empathy, bearing her burden when her voice can no longer do so.

If Yesudas’s version is a candle lit at a lover’s altar, Sunanda’s is that same flame trembling in a storm — fragile, flickering, yet holy in its persistence. Beneath its glow lies a mother’s unuttered prayer:
“May you sleep free of my sins, my little flower. May your dawn never remember my night.”

Before the cradle quietens, listen to the two lives this melody has lived — the same song, two souls, two destinies:

Male version (K. J. Yesudas):

Female version (Sunanda):

🌸 Coda — The Cradle That Remembered:

When the violins fade and silence breathes again,
only a mother’s hum remains — unrecorded, unremembered.
She rocks her child in rhythm with her regrets,
singing softly so the past won’t wake.

Her lullaby is a wound stitched with love,
each note a teardrop disguised as comfort.
And though the world hears merely a song,
the heavens hear her plea —
“Let my daughter sleep beneath untainted stars.”

For in Ilaiyaraaja’s music, even sorrow kneels —
and every Poove still blooms,
not from joy, but from the courage to love again.

And thus, from Vienna’s salons to Madurai’s silence,
the melody completes its circle — returning,
at last, to the cradle that remembered.

🌙 Epilogue — Beneath the Bloom :

When the song fades, what remains is not the echo,
but the ache that gave it birth.

Somewhere between the strings and her sigh,
a mother folds her sorrow like linen —
tenderly, so the creases won’t show.
Her voice trembles, not from weakness,
but from carrying too much silence for too long.

She does not wail; she withholds.
The world hears melody — she hears memory.
And in that private hush,
her love grows roots beneath grief,
reaching toward the one life
she prays will bloom untouched by her own ruins.

Perhaps that is what lullabies are —
not songs to put children to sleep,
but prayers whispered so they may wake
into gentler worlds than ours.

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Sundari Kannal Oru Seithi — The Subdued Symphony

🎼 A Whispered Fugue Between Kalyani and Kosalam

“Sundari kannal oru seithi…”
A message not uttered, but breathed between two heartbeats — where silence itself becomes song.

I. Prelude: The Whisper that Roared in Silence

In the sun-dappled year of 1991, Thalapathi emerged not merely as a film but as a rhapsody of power and pathos — the meeting of three titans: Mani Ratnam, Ilaiyaraaja, and Rajinikanth. Amidst the clangour of politics and the echo of moral warfare, there came a song — still, poised, yet orchestral in soul — “Sundari Kannal Oru Seithi.”

Few realise that this was no ordinary studio session. It was recorded in Bombay — a confluence of three orchestral cultures: the Ilaiyaraaja Ensemble from Chennai, the Indian Naval Band, and technicians from R.D. Burman’s orchestra. The result was a sonic trialogue both lush and disciplined — the brass Bombay-polished, the strings Chennai-emotive, and the reverb glowing with naval precision.

What emerged was not a conventional love song but a subdued symphony, a whispered dialogue between East and West, between absence and arrival — Ilaiyaraaja composing not for lovers alone, but for longing itself.

Listen, and then read on — for here lies the silence between the notes....

II. The Symphony Beneath the Screenplay

Within Thalapathi’s turbulent narrative, this song unfurls like an adagio amidst thunder. A woman’s longing for her absent warrior-husband, and his own yearning across the battlefield, meet not in sight, but in sound. Ilaiyaraaja resists the temptation of grandeur. Instead of bombast, he opts for sotto voce majesty — a restrained symphony that breathes rather than declaims. The tonal design behaves like a lyrical adagio, where emotion does not crescendo but lingers. Underneath this serenity, one detects a quiet counterpoint — like an invisible current beneath calm water.

III. Western Classical Dimensions

From the first bar, Ilaiyaraaja’s orchestration evokes the discipline of Western symphonic architecture. The strings enter in pianissimo, joined by muted brass and sighing woodwinds. The timpani murmur rather than thunder — as though keeping the heart’s own tempo.

The structure resembles an Andante–Adagio–Reprise — the classical triptych of tenderness. The texture carries fugato tendencies: melodic voices chase and answer each other in restrained imitation, never fully blossoming into fugue but suggesting it through movement.

The harmonic field oscillates between D minor and modal relatives shaded by Mixolydian colour. There’s a spiritual kinship with Ravel’s “Pavane pour une infante défunte”, and an emotional echo of John Barry’s “Somewhere in Time” — both masters of dolce melancholy.

Yet, Ilaiyaraaja’s treatment is uniquely Indian in its sentiment, Western in its symmetry — a conversation, not a conquest.

IV. Carnatic Framework

The song rests upon the modal confluence of Kalyani and Kosalam — the former lending its luminous grandeur, the latter its introspective inflection. Kalyani provides the emotional expanse, while Kosalam lends a certain chromatic curiosity — together forming a grammar of grace and ache.

In the vocal line, S. Janaki unfolds tender gamakas, those microtonal sighs of yearning that give the melody its inner tremor. The orchestra, in contrast, speaks in sustained legato, long Western lines that glide without oscillation. Thus, the voice becomes the ālāpana, the orchestra the tanam–pallavi — two dialects of devotion conversing without intrusion.

Ilaiyaraaja accomplishes something near-miraculous: a rāga that dreams in staff notation, and a symphony that breathes in raga bhava.

V. The Architecture of Orchestration

Every sonic detail is framed with painterly precision. The inner strings form a shimmering canopy beneath the melody; the harp offers arpeggiated sighs; the clarinet carries an occasional counter-line, as if whispering consolation. Stereo placement itself becomes meaning — left and right channels converse like lovers across a void. This is Mahler in miniature, where chamber restraint births emotional vastness. The dynamic swell and retreat — crescendo, subito pianissimo — mirrors the ebb and flow of human longing. It recalls Ilaiyaraaja’s How to Name It era: chamber-symphonic textures speaking in cinematic syntax.

VI. The Canon Within — A Hidden Counterpoint

This is, in essence, a subdued symphony with a fugue hidden deep within its emotional fabric. Listen closely, and the string interludes begin to mirror one another — motif answering motif in quiet dialogue.

The subject, a short, sighing melodic cell, finds its answer half a bar later in another voice. The violins and violas chase each other in stretto-like motion, weaving a contrapuntal tension delicately veiled beneath lyrical beauty.

Beneath it all flows a ground-bass pattern, a slow, repeating pulse reminiscent of a passacaglia. Over this foundation, emotion accumulates like layers of breath.

Thus, Ilaiyaraaja conceals intellect beneath intimacy — the true hallmark of contrapuntal genius.

VII. The Voice and the Verse

In S. Janaki’s voice lies velvet melancholy; every syllable seems to hover between memory and hope. SP Balasubrahmanyam responds with warmth — not as duet, but as reverberation of thought, echoing her yearning from across the battlefield.

Ilaiyaraaja instructs: no vibrato, only breath. The result is ethereal — as if emotion must not ripple, only radiate. The lyrics, penned by Vaali, unfold like Tamil classical poetry: sensory love framed within moral restraint.

The phrase “Sundari kannal oru seithi” becomes metaphysical — a love letter transmitted not through speech, but through the music of silence.

VIII. Epilogue — Silence as Symphony

When the last note dissolves, what remains is silence — orchestrated silence.
Ilaiyaraaja, the alchemist of emotion, composes not sound but stillness between sounds.

This song is not about longing; it is longing — embodied, orchestrated, made audible.
It stands as proof that restraint can be grandeur, that silence can sing, and that in Ilaiyaraaja’s cosmos, East and West are not two poles but two hands of the same divine conductor.

“To listen to Ilaiyaraaja,” one might say, “is to overhear God thinking in counterpoint.”

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Monday, 27 October 2025

Kalyani — The Queen of Grace and Grandeur

🎼 Kalyani — The Queen of Grace and Grandeur: In Lydian Light and Ilaiyaraaja’s Alchemy

🪶 Preface

In the glittering firmament of Carnatic ragas, Kalyani reigns as the queen of grace and grandeur — poised, effulgent, and eternally fresh. Western theorists might recognise her as the Lydian mode, but within our classical imagination, she is far more than a scale. She is bhava personified — a musical embodiment of light, joy, and expansiveness. Few composers have evoked her essence with such elegance as Ilaiyaraaja, who transforms her syntax into symphony, her serenity into story.

🎻 The Grammar of Kalyani

Ārohanam: S R₂ G₃ M₂ P D₂ N₃ Ṡ
Avarohanam: Ṡ N₃ D₂ P M₂ G₃ R₂ S
Equivalent Western mode: Lydian

Kalyani’s identity rests in her tīvrā madhyamam (M₂), which lifts her mood from solemnity to splendour. Every glide from R₂ → G₃ and D₂ → N₃ forms a cascade of luminosity. The prayogas — SRGM, PDNS, SNDPM — sketch her persona, while kampita gamakas and jaru lend emotional texture. Ilaiyaraaja, ever the sonic alchemist, teases these contours with modern harmony, weaving Lydian inflections into Indian melodic soul.

🎬 Kalyani in Ilaiyaraaja’s Cinema

In Ilaiyaraaja’s vast oeuvre, Kalyani recurs not as repetition but revelation. Each composition opens a new facet — devotional (Janani Janani), romantic (Nadhiyil Aadum), philosophical (Nirpathuve Nadapathuve), or celestial (Sundari Kannal Oru Seidhi). He never merely employs the raga; he inhabits it. Through string fugues, choir-like textures, and rhythmic counterpoint, Kalyani transcends the screen to become an emotional architecture — a metaphysical experience clothed in melody.

Kalyani’s mood is one of serene majesty. Ancient treatises describe her as manonirmalatvam karoti iti kalyani — “that which renders the mind pure.” Psychologically, she evokes clarity and hope, like sunlight through morning mist. But Ilaiyaraaja adds complexity to this serenity. His Kalyani is dolce et forte — sweet yet strong. In Janani Janani or Nadhiyil Aadum, one senses bhakti blended with bhava, the sacred intertwined with the sensual. His use of P M₂ G₃ R₂ S and descending Ṡ N₃ D₂ P M₂ turns textbook grammar into something profoundly human.

🎶 The Lydian Lens in Ilaiyaraaja’s Kalyani

At the heart of Ilaiyaraaja’s Kalyani lies a quiet Western echo — the Lydian mode, that radiant scale with a raised fourth degree (prati madhyamam, M₂). In Western harmony, Lydian evokes openness, wonder, and transcendence — qualities that mirror Kalyani’s emotional essence. Ilaiyaraaja intuitively bridges these worlds: his melodies remain faithfully Carnatic while his harmonies rest on Lydian foundations, allowing a shimmer of Western light to suffuse a deeply Indian soul.

Western masters too have sought this same luminosity. Haydn’s Adagio from his String Quartet Op. 76 No. 5 breathes a sacred calm through the raised fourth, much as Ilaiyaraaja’s Janani Janani does through its choral gravitas. Debussy’s “L’isle Joyeuse” glitters with Lydian radiance — sunlight made audible — echoing the same effervescence in Nadhiyil Aadum. And in Bernstein’s “Maria” (West Side Story), that yearning leap finds its Indian twin in Sundari Kannal Oru Seidhi, where Ilaiyaraaja infuses Kalyani’s M₂ with cinematic ache and emotional altitude.

Thus, Ilaiyaraaja stands not as imitator but interpreter — translating the Lydian’s Western luminosity into a distinctly Indian idiom. His Kalyani becomes not merely a raga but a philosophical mode — a union of śruti and symphony, bhava and counterpoint, Carnatic precision and Western harmony.

🎼 Notable Kalyani Pieces

Vizhigal Meeno Mozhigal Theno — Raagangal Maaruvadhillai
Naan Paada Varuvaai — Udiri Pookal
Amma Endrazhaikkatha — Mannan
Sundari Kannal Oru Seidhi — Thalapathi
Janani Janani — Thaai Moogambigai
Chamber Welcomes Tyagaraja — How to Name It

Each melody, whether devotional or secular, retains Kalyani’s grammar but bears Ilaiyaraaja’s unmistakable orchestral fingerprint — that rare marriage of intellect and intuition.

🌿 Transition

And yet, theory alone cannot capture Kalyani’s luminous expanse. To truly grasp her grace, one must listen — not merely to swaras and scales, but to the emotional architecture Ilaiyaraaja erects upon them. His treatment of Kalyani is not academic homage but living reinterpretation — a dialogue between Carnatic purity and cinematic poetry. Four compositions, in particular, exemplify this rare equilibrium.

🎧 Kabhi Kabhi – Avar Enake Sondham (1977)

🎙️ Vocals: T. M. Soundararajan

This early gem already bears the insignia of Ilaiyaraaja’s melodic genius. “Kabhi Kabhi” unfolds entirely in Kalyani, rendered with Lydian-like luminescence. TMS’s usually dramatic voice softens into lyrical gentleness, letting Kalyani’s warmth breathe. The orchestration is simple yet sophisticated — violins tracing the rāga’s śuddha madhyamam-less terrain while rhythms keep its grandeur unpretentious. Here, Ilaiyaraaja translates rāga grammar into emotional geometry — a gift that would define his oeuvre.

🎧 Naan Paada Varuvaai – Udiri Pookal (1979)

🎙️ Vocals: S. Janaki

If “Kabhi Kabhi” was illumination, “Naan Paada Varuvaai” is introspection. Here, Kalyani is not merely melodic but metaphysical — a soundscape of solitude and redemption. Janaki’s voice traces each oscillation with unhurried grace. The harmony reveals Ilaiyaraaja’s Western sensibility, yet the spirit remains thoroughly Carnatic — majestic, yet achingly human. Few film compositions have captured the rāga’s spiritual gravitas with such effortless grace.

Together, these two pieces — one vintage and vibrant, the other meditative and monumental — form twin mirrors reflecting Kalyani’s many moods.

💎 The Two Jewels — My Pièces de Résistance

🎶 Ila Vattam Kaetkattum — My Dear Maarthandan (1990):

Here is Ilaiyaraaja at his most unassuming yet inventive — a master sculpting emotion from precision. The prati madhyamam becomes not mere ornament but emotion itself. The ārohana unfolds — S R₂ G₃ M₂ P D₂ N₃ Ṡ — but the genius resides in phrasing, not sequence. The movement between M₂ → P → G₃ R₂ S imparts an unmistakable Lydian buoyancy, that ethereal lift between intellect and instinct.

Beneath it lies a harmonic canvas — often in F major with the raised fourth — mirroring the Lydian brightness, as though Kalyani gazed into a Western mirror and recognised her own reflection. Comme un rêve — like a dream — the piece glides effortlessly between ratio et emotio, reason and emotion, intellect and intimacy. It is, in every sense, a pièce de résistance — understated, unhurried, unforgettable.

🎬 Sundari Kannal Oru Seidhi — Thalapathi (1992):

A different alchemy altogether — Kalyani enters here in chiaroscuro, luminous yet tragic. Ilaiyaraaja, ever the auteur harmonique, interlaces subtle touches of Kosalam (R₃) within Kalyani’s majestic frame, crafting a tension sculpted in light and shadow. The orchestration bears a near-Wagnerian gravitas — violins soaring through N₃ D₂ P M₂ G₃, basses anchoring emotion beneath with an almost liturgical solemnity.

In this synthesis of the sacred and the cinematic, Ilaiyaraaja attains musica sacra through ars subtilior — a subtle art of divine geometry. The result is contrapunctus in musica divina — counterpoint in divine music — where devotion, drama, and discipline find perfect equilibrium. This, then, is not merely composition but consecration — opus mirabile, a miraculous work where every note kneels in worship of truth.

🌅 Coda: When Light Learns to Listen

If ragas were constellations, Kalyani would be Sirius — brilliant, benevolent, and perpetually watched by poets and scientists alike. Through Ilaiyaraaja’s lens, she becomes emotion with architecture — discipline wrapped in dream, intellect softened by intuition. And perhaps that is why Kalyani, through him, remains timeless — not a raga we merely hear, but one we inhabit.

🌸 Epilogue: Lumen et Gratia — Light and Grace

In the final reckoning, Kalyani is not merely a raga — she is an idea: of ascent and poise, of luminosity and longing. Lumen et Gratia — light and grace — are her twin essences, and in Ilaiyaraaja’s hands, they find both architecture and afterglow. From the vintage elegance of Kabhi Kabhi to the quiet divinity of Naan Paada Varuvaai, Kalyani becomes a philosophy of sound — a bridge between Tyagaraja’s veena and Bach’s fugue, between bhava and counterpoint.

Ilaiyaraaja does not merely compose in Kalyani — he converses with her, as one might with an old friend, in the shared language of timeless beauty.

“La musique est la mémoire du cœur.” — Music, indeed, is the memory of the heart.

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Indraikku Yen Intha Ānandhamē — Ilaiyaraaja’s Luminous Whisper in Abhōgi

Where Abhōgi Breathes — A Raga’s Smile Between Sorrow and Sunrise

When melody bends to memory’s light,
And grief learns how to hum, not cry —
Ilaiyaraaja, in one breath,
Turns yearning into gentle sky.

A whisper of Abhōgi, half-smile, half-prayer,
Drifts through Jayachandran’s velvet air.
Vani’s voice, like temple bells at dawn,
Wakes a joy we cannot name — yet wear.

I. The Setting

From the 1984 Tamil film Vaidehi Kathirundhaal, “Indraikku Yen Intha Ānandhamē” is among Ilaiyaraaja’s most immaculate embodiments of Abhōgi rāgam — a composition where classical Carnatic syntax meets cinematic intimacy. Sung by Jayachandran and Vani Jayaram, the piece transcends its filmic frame to become something akin to a morning prayer.

Abhōgi, a derivative (janya) of the 22nd Mēḷakarta Kharaharapriya, bears the scale (ārōhaṇa–avarōhaṇa):

Ārōhaṇam: S R₂ G₂ M₁ D₂ S
Avarōhaṇam: S D₂ M₁ G₂ R₂ S

This rāga notably omits the Panchamam (Pa), giving it an inward, yearning contour. Its charm lies in the subtle gamakas — oscillations of pitch, especially on Gandhāram and Madhyamam — that evoke a warm dusk-like introspection. Abhōgi is neither exuberant nor mournful; it resides in the delicate space between.

Ilaiyaraaja seizes upon this liminality, not to intellectualise it, but to humanise it. His Abhōgi is not the concert-hall variety, but a living emotion — a domestic divinity humming softly in one’s own breath.

II: The Alāpana and Unfolding (0:00 – 4:33)

The song opens with Jayachandran’s crystalline ālāpana (0:00 – 0:30) — a brief invocation that distils Abhōgi’s fragrance in a single exhalation. His glide across Rishabham → Gandharam → Madhyamam (R–G–M) is adorned with a kampita gamaka — a trembling grace-note that gives Abhōgi its emotional quiver.

Here, Ilaiyaraaja breaks every rule of the commercial songbook: no rhythm, no hook, no prelude — only śruti, the pure tonal foundation. It feels as though the raga itself is stirring awake before the world does.

From 0:30 onwards, melody takes conversational form. Vani Jayaram enters at 0:55, her tone feather-soft yet resolute — a quintessential feminine alankāra (ornamentation) that caresses Jayachandran’s masculine restraint. She continues till 1:04, where a brief interlude (1:04 – 1:36) introduces Ilaiyaraaja’s subtle orchestral brushstrokes — muted violins, warm lower strings, and a distant synthesiser drone maintaining the tonal drone (śruti).

Jayachandran resumes from 1:36 – 1:44, Vani returns from 1:44 – 1:51, and the two continue weaving a call-and-response tapestry: Vani (1:51 – 2:12), Jayachandran (2:12 – 2:16), Vani again (2:16 – 2:44), Jayachandran briefly till 2:53.

At 2:53, Vani takes the stage fully — her extended phrase (2:53 – 3:32) captures Abhōgi’s ascent–descent (SRGM – GMD – SDMG – GRS) with almost pedagogical purity. Beneath her, the mṛidangam emerges — not to assert rhythm but to breathe with the melody. Its soft strokes mirror a human pulse, aligning the rāga’s grace with bodily rhythm.

Their dialogue resumes: Jayachandran (3:32 – 3:40), Vani (3:40 – 3:56), Jayachandran (3:56 – 4:05), Vani (4:05 – 4:10), Jayachandran (4:10 – 4:17), and finally Vani (4:17 – 4:33). The closing cadence, led by Jayachandran, feels less like an ending and more like a fade into self-awareness.

When he first utters “Indraikku yen intha ānandhamē,” his voice rests on Madhyamam and descends through Gandharam and Rishabham — a downward caress that turns joy inward. Unlike most cinematic duets which erupt in flourish, this one withdraws into intimacy. It feels sung not to an audience, but to existence itself.

Set in a subdued Ādi tāla (8-beat cycle), the rhythm acts less as measure and more as breath. The entire piece feels like one continuous inhalation and exhalation of serenity. Ilaiyaraaja entrusts the song wholly to his singers — the orchestra never overpowers, merely haloing their voices. The result is a Carnatic concerto in cinematic disguise — an Abhōgi immersion both authentic and ethereal.

III. The Western Undercurrent

Beneath this classical sanctity hums Ilaiyaraaja’s Western conscience. The string sections move in subtle counterpoint — each inner line tracing voice-leading typical of Western harmony. The bass notes, lightly bowed, form a harmonic floor akin to a church organ’s pedal point, sustaining spiritual depth.

Listen between 1:40 and 2:00 — the chordal shifts are imperceptible yet transformative, hinting at tonic–subdominant movements within Abhōgi’s frame. The synth pads act as harmonic air, never breaking the rāga’s rules but lending it three-dimensional warmth.
Ilaiyaraaja’s genius lies here: he lets two grammars breathe together without either losing its accent.

Thus, the composition is a quiet masterclass in bimusicality — where Carnatic discipline and Western restraint coexist like shadow and flame.

IV. The Afterglow

As the piece fades, silence itself acquires texture. The final Sa (tonic note) doesn’t end; it lingers like incense — a memory of tone rather than tone itself. This is where Ilaiyaraaja transcends form: he turns a film song into an act of meditative listening.

🎬 Watch / Listen:

Epilogue — The Last Note Lingering

When the tanpura sighs into silence,
And rhythm forgets its own name,
Abhōgi still breathes — somewhere between
A remembered ache and a realised flame.

Not joy, not sorrow — but that secret thread,
Ilaiyaraaja weaves where both are wed.
The song ends… yet within its gentle maze,
We find ourselves — lost, and quietly amazed.

Credits & Reflection

Jayachandran and Vani Jayaram lend their ethereal voices to Ilaiyaraaja’s immaculate canvas — a portrait of Abhōgi not as grammar, but as grace. The Maestro’s orchestration, tenderly Western yet steeped in Carnatic pulse, renders this piece an emotional theorem set to melody.

In “Indraikku Yen Intha Ānandhamē,” the raga does not merely sing; it remembers — and in remembering, it teaches us to listen differently.

🎵 Mini Glossary for the Curious Ear

Ārōhaṇa–Avarōhaṇa — The ascending (ārōhaṇa) and descending (avarōhaṇa) scales of a rāga, defining its melodic contour.

Gamaka — Graceful oscillations or embellishments applied to notes; these subtle inflections give Indian classical music its emotional texture.

Kampita Gamaka — A rapid, vibrating oscillation of a note — much like a tremor or quiver of emotion.

Śruti — The microtonal base pitch or drone on which the melody rests, often heard as the continuous hum of the tanpura.

Tāla — The rhythmic framework or time-cycle that structures a composition (e.g., Ādi Tāla has 8 beats).

Mṛidangam — A South Indian double-headed drum that provides rhythmic heartbeat and tonal depth.

Abhōgi Rāgam — A pentatonic (five-note) scale derived from Kharaharapriya, known for its tender melancholy and introspective warmth.

Counterpoint — A Western classical technique of weaving two or more melodic lines that complement yet contrast each other — often used by Ilaiyaraaja in subtle orchestral layers.

Sunday, 26 October 2025

Ilaiyaraaja: Counterpoint Sonatas — Part II

🎼 The Mad Mod Mood Alchemy in Mayamalavagowla: Bach and Tyagaraja in One Breath
Ilaiyaraaja: Fugue, Canon and the Quiet Alchemy of Counterpoint — Part II
(A continuation of my earlier essay — “Ilaiyaraaja: Counterpoint Sonatas — Part I”)

“When Bach met Tyagaraja, not in Leipzig nor in Thiruvaiyaru,
but in the curious country called Ilaiyaraaja’s mind.”

If the first part of this exploration celebrated Ilaiyaraaja’s deft handling of counterpoint — those interlacing melodies that converse, collide, and caress — this second instalment ventures deeper into the labyrinthine corridors of Western classical technique, where the fugue and canon reign supreme.

To understand Ilaiyaraaja’s genius is to see how he did not merely borrow these forms, but transplanted them into the living soul of Indian raga music — and made them dance to Carnatic grammar without losing their Western poise.

I. The Fugue — Polyphony in Motion

In Western classical music, the fugue represents the zenith of contrapuntal thought — a grand architectural edifice where voices enter one by one, each carrying the same theme yet taking its own path. Bach’s Art of Fugue remains its sacred scripture.

Ilaiyaraaja, however, made this complex art accessible to the Tamil listener. Take Mad Mod Mood Fugue (from How to Name It, 1986). Set in Mayamalavagowla, the composition unfolds like a conversation among four musical minds — each voice independent yet interlocked, weaving a tapestry of mathematical beauty and emotional intensity.

He doesn’t merely replicate the fugue’s technique; he recontextualises it. What begins as a cerebral exercise becomes a dramatic interplay — a fusion of Western logic and Carnatic feeling. One can almost sense the ghost of Bach smiling in admiration — not at imitation, but at innovation.

II. The Counterpoint — When Melodies Converse

Counterpoint, the foundation of polyphonic writing, is the art of making two or more melodies coexist in harmony without losing individuality. It’s like a well-mannered conversation between equals.

Ilaiyaraaja’s counterpoints, unlike the purely structural ones in Western classical music, have the warmth of human speech. The bass line is not a mere accompaniment but a secondary melody that completes or contradicts the upper line.

Listen to Ananda Raagam (Panneer Pushpangal) or Ilamai Itho Itho (Sakalakala Vallavan) — both illustrate how independent melodic lines coexist, flirt, and resolve within a popular idiom. His counterpoints often carry the psychology of characters, not just sonic interplay.

🎼 Further Understanding — For the Curious Ear

Before delving deeper, it helps to glimpse the classical scaffolding upon which Ilaiyaraaja’s ingenuity rests.
The fugue, the canon, and the counterpoint — three terms often uttered in the same breath — form the sacred trinity of Western polyphony. Yet they differ subtly in temperament:

The Fugue – a grand cathedral of voices.
The Canon – a disciplined mirror of imitation.
Counterpoint – the overarching grammar that binds them both.

For those who wish to explore the architecture behind these forms, here’s a lucid theoretical exposition by Lindia Kotolova:

III. A Fugue in Mayamalavagowla — The Child’s Scale Made Sublime

Ilaiyaraaja didn’t Westernise Carnatic grammar; he Indianised the Western form.
He choose Mayamalavagowla, the first melakarta raga taught to beginners — symmetric, pure, and austere.

Arohanam: S R₁ G₃ M₁ P D₁ N₃ Ṡ
Avarohanam: Ṡ N₃ D₁ P M₁ G₃ R₁ S
Equivalent: Double harmonic scale
Similar: Bhairav (Hindustani)

By composing a fugue in this raga, Ilaiyaraaja elevated the humble to the sublime — turning the grammar of initiation into a tapestry of mastery.

Why Mayamalavagowla Was the Perfect Choice:

Every Indian student begins with this raga — the alphabet of initiation. By choosing it, Ilaiyaraaja performs a philosophical inversion: the simple becomes sacred. What was once pedagogy now becomes transcendence.

The Metaphysics of the Fugue:

Listen anew to Mad Mod Mood Fugue. Bach’s rational architecture meets Tyagaraja’s devotion; the West’s many voices seek the East’s single drone. It becomes a conversation between individuality and infinity — logic and longing.

The Mad Mod Mood Alchemy:

In Mad Mod Mood Fugue, Ilaiyaraaja does not compose — he convenes. Where Bach sought divinity through symmetry, Raja discovers it through melodic empathy. The fugue becomes his altar; the raga, his prayer. We, the listeners, stand as silent witnesses to this sacred experiment in sound.

IV. Orchestral Polyphony

He replaces harpsichord and organ with an Indian-symphonic palette:

Violins / Violas – lyrical yet disciplined
Cello / Bass – grounding the raga as surrogate drone
Electric Guitar / Synthesiser – whisper of modernity and rebellion

Each instrument becomes a character, transforming the fugue into a sonic debate where individuality kneels before melodic sovereignty.

V. Carnatic Counterpoint — Harmony Without Chords

Western fugues depend on functional harmony. Ilaiyaraaja replaces it with modal anchoring — the invisible Sa–Pa drone hovering beneath all voices.
Each melodic strand obeys prayoga discipline. Polyphony thus emerges not from harmony but melodic coexistence — a profoundly Indian idea, philosophically akin to Advaita: many voices, one essence.

VI. “Aala Asaththum” — The Fugue That Dances

Aala Asaththum exemplifies contrapuntal brilliance within film music. Voices — vocals, strings, trumpet, guitar — enter successively at fixed intervals, each echoing and intertwining.
The Chalanaatta raga lends melodic identity while Western fugue architecture provides motion.

This isn’t academic counterpoint; it’s cinematic exuberance dressed in classical grammar.

Listening Highlights:
0:00 – Theme Introduction
0:10 – First Counter Entry (strings)
0:20 – Trumpet imitation
0:35 – Guitar in contrary motion
0:50 – Ensemble convergence
1:20 – Raga ornamentation (gamakas)
1:35 – Dynamic climax
1:50 – Elegant cadence and resolution

VII. Beyond Fusion — The Grammar of Integration

Most musicians fuse instruments; Ilaiyaraaja fuses grammars.

His alchemy rests on three sutras:

Raga Integrity — each voice stays true to raga limits.
Western Structure — fugue and canon internalised, not imitated.
Emotional Logic — every line breathes rasa, never sterile.

The result: a polyphonic raga, an unheard-of synthesis.

VIII. The Canon — Echoes That Converse

A canon, in classical terminology, is a disciplined structure where one voice leads and another follows — like a reflection in a musical mirror. It’s the most imitative form of counterpoint, built on precision, timing, and perfect symmetry.

Ilaiyaraaja employs canonic imitation not as an academic exercise but as an expressive device. In Thenpandi Cheemayile (Nayakan), the interwoven flute and violin lines mirror and chase each other, creating a pastoral serenity — a call and response between memory and melancholy.

Similarly, in Poove Sempoove (Solla Thudikkuthu Manasu), gentle canonic entries appear in the interludes — phrases repeated a bar apart, breathing emotion into mathematical design.

IX. The Canon Reimagined

If the fugue is a parliament of voices, the canon is their mirror-hall.
Ilaiyaraaja re-imagined the canon not as an intellectual game but as emotional dialogue.

Instead of rigid imitation, his canons breathe and tease — like two dancers tracing the same rhythm from different angles.

In Ilaiyaraaja’s world, the canon is conversation, not competition — empathy, not mimicry.

X. “En Kanmani En Kaadhali” — A Canon of Playful Affection

In this duet, the two voices chase each other in tender pursuit. The canon becomes flirtation — echo as affection. Every imitation breathes emotion, not precision. The rāga base loosely follows Dhīraśankarābharaṇaṃ, coloured by anya swaras.

Notation sketch:
S R₂ G₁ M₁ P D₂ N₁ | S R G m P D N with anya swaras d₁/d, n₂/n.

🎧 Further Listening

En Kanmani En Kaadhali (Chittukuruvi, 1978) – Romantic canon where male and female voices chase one another like affectionate repartee.
Ilaiya Nila Pozhigiradhu (Payanangal Mudivathillai, 1982) – Twin guitars function as canonic partners.
Oru Kili Uruguthu (Aanandha Kummi, 1983) – Flute and strings form a reflective dialogue.
Aala Asathum (Kanni Rasi, 1985) – Canon between themes, layered within Chalanaatta rāga.

Mad Mod Mood Fugue ( How To Name It 1986) — observe successive entries and modal discipline

📜 Epilogue:

Ilaiyaraaja reminds us that East and West are not opposites but reflections — that Sa–Pa–Sa can converse with C–G–C without translation.
In music as in life, plurality need not mean discord.

“Mad Mod Mood Fugue is not a composition; it is a metaphysical handshake between Bach’s mind and Tyagaraja’s soul — brokered by an unassuming man from Pannaipuram.”

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