Khamas suddenly seems slow and obtrusive. Once beautiful it now pokes asking uncomfortable questions like a pesky relative. The flurry left by kathanakuthoohalam is still settling like swirling motes of dust after a storm forming languorous circles, lazily descending, steeply culminating a pile set to a rhythm; in this khamas pokes like an avaricious relative, ponders unawares of the dissonance, its latent beauty wisps like rough cords among ribbons of smoke and somehow this too coerces to beauty settling chaos awakening to a different tune. Trains hurtling across the countryside, temple bells clanging steadfastly their shrill clangs piercing through the night slowly building up fury. Like summer making silently rain to pour later. Gentle drizzles bathing the sweaty unwary unseasonally.
Harikambhoji is beautiful past compare something about its ni that resonates long after it has passed. A haunting ni, somehow pleading and simultaneously bewitching, stirs the soul sometimes suddenly like an alien obtrusion simply designed to shock and awake dormant corners in the soul, sometimes slowly creeping like the dawn before realization wakes up to full blown sunlight.
Indian music if anything at all is subtle. This is not music that keeps one foot tapping or dancing sensuously, this is music to be experienced, to drown in and to revel in. The notes themselves stir and swirl languidly, glide across and swing this way and that and propel gently into a world of high speed, zig zagging alien contours and descending quite suddenly back to white chaos.
Subtlety is an emotion well appreciated in the realms of classical music. Rain is an unmistakable torrent that falls furiously, rain is also short warm showers, rain is also the smell of mud wafting upwards, the hint of dark clouds against a barren sky, rain is also the gentle caress of moist wind. Rain hence is not just a cascade of swaras, but the light turn of notes, a subtle vibration of a swara. Khamas at times is able to tap into vast reserves of emotion to bring out soul stirring pathos, one so deep it can only be alleviated by Kalyani. Kalyani who simply teases with a sense of inexplicable beauty, a dark beauty, sunshine and eternal morningness. A powerful being, designed to keep darkness away.
These ragas have a capacity to inspire a flood of words describing their doings, sometimes providing a stirring peace, sometimes unsetting the mind into a kaleidoscope.