🎼 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.”
© Dhinakar Rajaram
“Penned in reverent admiration of Ilaiyaraaja — whose music teaches silence to sing.”







