The Time Traveller’s log

By Gitanjali Kaul

 I try and hold on to the fleeting moment

KandisaAs I sit among the cheering crowd, going wild as Indian Ocean strums the first chords of Kandisa… I close my eyes … and I feel myself being transported ….deep within my memory … into another time, another place …

It’s a summertime garden party, the lawn is lush and a just a little cushy with a crazy walkway meandering through …

There are little lights cleverly hidden in the bushes – yellow and blue. A slight breeze now and then gently rustles the leaves causing the lights to twinkle … in time to the clinking of ice in the glasses…  Snatches of conversation … murmurs that can be felt rather than heard all around … from one of the groups comes the tinkling sound of a laugh that’s just a little flirtatious…

It’s a good party and Kandisa continues to play in the background – or is it my mind playing tricks?

The walkway is lined with tiny phlox flowers – brilliant red to blushing pink… here and there are little mounds of ice plants – the flowers have closed up for the night but the leaves are deceptively covered with dew… little baskets of trailing nasturtiums hang from near invisible stands – black against the dark night … the flowers , a happy ochre with bright orange hearts.

I look around and can make out hills in the distance, dark silhouettes against the midnight sky, foreboding yet magnificently proud.

Is that a river I hear – gushing against the rocks… the sound of perseverance?

Tall eucalyptus trees swaying along the garden periphery … has the breeze picked up momentum – in time to the rising beats of Kandisa? I can feel the breeze ruffle my hair while the crescent moon looks down from its star spangled bed…

I try and hold on to the fleeting moment… so want to revel in it for just a few moments more, but … it’s gone …

All that’s left as Kandisa draws to a its last crescendo, is a tingling memory of an evening spent well…..!

G  ADDS –

KANDISA – A divine prayer.

This prayer is chanted even to this day in the Syriac Orthodox Church.
The Band Indian Ocean adapted this song in their album and named the track Kandisa.

The meaning is:

“Holy GOD, Holy Strong One (epitome of divine strength-Omnipotent),
Truly, Truly, Truly (So be it)
At your Holy altar,
Humbly I submit, may that be forever in memory (heart and mind).
Holy GOD, Holy Strong One (epitome of divine strength- Omnipotent),
Holy immortal, please have mercy on me.

And the lyrics go as –

Kandisa Alahaye, Kandisa Esana
kandisa alahaye, kandisa esana
aalam balam aalam, aamenu aamen
sliha Mar Yose, Almaduba Kudisa
aangen Dhanusa, Nehave Dukharana

aalam Balam Aalam, Aamenu Aamen
sliha Mar Yose, Almaduba Kudisa
aangen Dhanusa, Nehave Dukharana
kandisa Alaha, Kandisa Esana, Kandisa La Ma Yosa Isaraha Malem

aalam Balam Aalam, Aamenu Aamen
sliha Mar Yose, Almaduba Kudisa
aangen Dhanusa, Nehave Dukharana
kandisa Alaha, Kandisa Esana, Kandisa La Ma Yosa Isaraha Malem

aalam Balam Aalam, Aamenu Aamen
sliha Mar Yose, Almaduba Kudisa
aangen Dhanusa, Nehave Dukharana
kandisa Alaha, Kandisa Esana, Kandisa La Ma Yosa Isaraha Malem

ABOUT THE BAND:

Formed in the early 90’s Indian Ocean has been one of the spearheads of the Indian Rock Scene. Their unique sound of Contemporary Rock mixed with classical, jazz and fusion have earned them a cult following. Their band has managed to maintain this inimitable sound in all their albums and have attained some rave reviews from the critics. Some of the themes of their songs are sufism, environmentalism and mythology. Definitely exclusive in what they do, Indian Ocean have toured all over India and played all across the globe.

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