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Santana,Hindu God!

Advertising is the rattling of a stick inside a swill bucket."
-George Orwell

 It is the History Channel Ad campaign for its "Gods of Music" Series. The Ad has wonderful visuals. I saw two of the Ads of History Channel. One had John Lennon dressed as The Buddha. But, I think it’s this  one that takes the cake, we see Carlos Santana as a Hindu god. The hue Santana’s face is blue and in his neck, we find the garland usually seen around Lord Rama’s poster, we can also see peacock feathers that would mean Lord Krishna. The idea for the image may have come from the cover of Santana’s Shaman Album. But, this time they have really made him into a true Hindu god. The History Channel Site for India has a little flash clip based on the Series.

Origin of the song 'Allah Megh de pani de'

The land is parched. Dry wind blows.Their throat as dry as the village well, they look to the cloudless sky and sing.

“Allah Megh de pani de …”          O God Give us cloud Give us water

The sequence is from 1970s Hindi movie, Palkon Ki Chaon Mein. The song by Kishore Kumar and Asha Bhosleis a classic.

When i was a kid, i could not tell whether that song was a sad or a happy song. It’s meant to be sad but it almost sounds like magical chanting, almost hypnotic begging for rain through prayer.
Various movies had the same lines as the song - “Allah Megh de..”. Dev Anand’s Guide had those lines, even Bappi Lahari used it for the film Amaanat (1994), a forgettable movie from 1990s with forgetful songs.

So What’s the origin of this wonderful song?

All these songs are the illegitimate children of a Bengali folk song. The song attributed to Bangladeshi vocalist Abbas Uddin Ahmed, is rooted in traditions of  Muslim peasantry of Bengal.

Allah megh de pani de chhaya de re tui
Allah megh de

What the Thunder Said by T.S Eliot


AFTER the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and place and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience

Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of mudcracked houses
If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also w…