The Morning Raaga
‘The rising sol makes no sound & yet as the dawn breaks on the Snake river in the Grand Tetons, we hear the notes of a "Raaga" of the purest silence ever imagined. The seven "Soors" of Hindustani classical music (notes) plays a harmony in the form of soft hues over the river & the mountains. The colors which begin as dark & brooding blue at twilight are like the opening "Aalaap" accompanied with the plucks of a monotonous Tanpura drone. A few Tabla taals kicks in at a slow rhythm, as the mist caresses the river & crashes rhythmically at the rocks on the shore. Suddenly, a Harmonium buzzes a first pentium of five notes of Raag Bhoopali, as a soft crimson sliver breaks on the horizon. There is surely a Maestro Conductor hidden in the fog surrounding us. The majestic Teton peaks glow as they pick up the tempo to a crescendo as it echoes the blissful symphony to an orgasmic crescendo.
Tetons reverberate. Silence was never so musical.
The Morning Raaga
‘The rising sol makes no sound & yet as the dawn breaks on the Snake river in the Grand Tetons, we hear the notes of a "Raaga" of the purest silence ever imagined. The seven "Soors" of Hindustani classical music (notes) plays a harmony in the form of soft hues over the river & the mountains. The colors which begin as dark & brooding blue at twilight are like the opening "Aalaap" accompanied with the plucks of a monotonous Tanpura drone. A few Tabla taals kicks in at a slow rhythm, as the mist caresses the river & crashes rhythmically at the rocks on the shore. Suddenly, a Harmonium buzzes a first pentium of five notes of Raag Bhoopali, as a soft crimson sliver breaks on the horizon. There is surely a Maestro Conductor hidden in the fog surrounding us. The majestic Teton peaks glow as they pick up the tempo to a crescendo as it echoes the blissful symphony to an orgasmic crescendo.
Tetons reverberate. Silence was never so musical.