Aarabhi, Affectionate and Always Adorable
Aarabhi, the name of the raga may take you immediately to the famous Pancharatna kriti ‘Saadinchane’ by Saint Thyagaraja. Maharaja SwathiTirunal’s ‘Paahiparvatha’ may also come into mind. Thyagaraja’s ‘Naadasudharasam Bilanu’ is another splendid composition. But the one composition I would always prefer whenever hearing this raga is Maharaja’s ‘Narasimha Mamava Bhagavan’. In the middle of a concert where your heartbeat gets accustomed to Adi or Roopakam or even Misrachappu rhythms, suddenly when this Khandachappu comes, that itself gives an inimitable ram and gradually you get into its one-two-one-two ride. Then, the composition is a real gem.
The Pallavi is just like standing on the seashore. It is like the waves coming to you with a graceful rise, and then slowly subduing and wetting your feet. The gandharam being used very close to madhyamam, that at some instances you feel like hearing Ma Ma Ri instead of Ma Ga Ri. Then in the second line of Anupallavi, the great king of music blends the name of the raga saying “Aarabhasa nihatha aa Suradinabandho”. The way these lines end with the ‘O’ makes this Anupallavi so special. Then there is a fine stream of Chittaswarams that is again simply marvelous. It is like a delicate design on a fabric, Ri Pa Ma Ga Ri Sa Ni Dha Ri Sa. Then the Charanam starting on madhyamam completes the splendor of Aarabhi. Throughout the kriti, the master-composer keeps the end-rhyme and that merged in the cadence of Khandachappu adds to the beauty of it. When Charanam reaches ‘Bharitha kriparasa’, any one lending his ears to it will enjoy that emotion of their inside being filled with that rasa.
I used to prefer Suddhasaveri over Aarabhi normally, for the sanctity I have felt with the former. But whenever your mind needs a soothing touch of karunarasam, I would ‘prescribe’ Aarabhi. It is like your mother running her hands affectionately through your hair. It is like being cuddled by a soggy breeze while you are walking through the endless golden-green fields. Just set aside all your busy schedules for five minutes and lay on a couch with Aarabhi being played, a record, be it vocal or instrumental. Forget about everything else and listen to it. Those are instances where music becomes as lovable as a mother’s caress, as pretty, as diverse but still unifying all the finer feelings as Mother Nature.