Well today, I the Slavic Librarian will write about a friend who lives in a faraway land of Suriname. I have never met her in person, however we became friends of Facebook (before I annulled my account). Today it is raining in San Francisco and it reminded me of the lazy monsoon season in India. It also reminded me of the theme song from that the movie called the Last of the Mohicans. I understand that these two thoughts are some how not really related. But suddenly, I drifted in my thoughts about the world that I will perhaps never experience again, I remembered her beautiful voice. She is the pop music star from Suriname. Her name is Nisha Madran. She continues to exemplify for me what Homi Bhabha calls the hybridity in his "Location of Culture". She takes me back to my "India" and I have several versions of India. One that was an ally of the Soviet Union, the one that was ruled by dynastic dictator called Indira. Whose excesses in emergency caused her a lot of grief but she ended up destroying life of many innocent souls in Indian political context. Now one can doubt of the whole nature of this post. Nisha reminds me of all of the best that Indian culture transplanted against the will of those indentured Indians in Latin America.
Here is Nisha singing Yeh Sama-Besame. I miss your beautiful music here and thank you for taking me back to the good and fond memories of my home in 1970s. Thank you Nisha for bringing solace and longing through your singing here in cloudy, depressingly foggy and wet San Francisco. Please visit India and sing in India one day. In respect, Liladhar
PS And this is not a letter but a note of gratitude. I miss Latin America and its warmth. I miss and long for returning one day to place where I have never been to Suriname, to Guyana, to Central America's Belize where my roots were transplanted. LP.
And where is Consuelo Velasquez of Peru? Yeh Sama - Besame Fusion | Nisha Madaran | Yoana Borroto
Tujhse Naraz | Nisha Madaran | Official Music Video