Self-portrait, Bed-Stuy, February 2015 Self-portrait, Bed-Stuy, February 2015. All photos mine.

My first exposure to the sound of the tabla was in high school hearing Mickey Hart and Zakir Hussain playing Sweet Sixteen and the American Beauty score. Fascinated by their sound, I kept this interest on the back burner for years. I would pretend to speak the syllables instead of singing in the shower. At some point, I told a friend I would put down drumsticks and only play with my hands.

Throughout my twenties the dream of playing became much bigger. I started to approach classical music by listening to Zakir Hussain’s “Selects” and Ravi Shankar’s “The Master Drummers of India” – but without being familiar with any of the concepts of Indian rhythm I was both lost and in love.

Thanks to a chance encounter at Penn State University Park in spring of 2008, I was gifted a set of tabla by an astrophysics postdoc named Birjoo Vaishnav. Over a few days, I made futile attempts at getting any sound from them. A week after the gift of these tabla, I met Quamar Barkat as we entered a logic/discrete math course. He was practicing tabla on the desk and I recognized it for what it was. Quamar and I worked together for some time on fundamentals between State College and Philadelphia.

Back at Penn State in 2010, I became involved with a student group called PSU Geet. We hosted musicians like Samarth Nagarkar, Nitin Mitta and Anupama Bhagwat for Hindustani classical concerts at PSU. And so I became exposed to New York City’s indian classical scene.

Jugalbandi, November 2011

Jugalbandi, November 2011

I returned home to Scranton to meet my next teacher Bhimsen Mudaljikar. Bhimsen has been in the United States since the 1970s, keeping up his practice and teaching students in the region.

Here the Indian community would gather regionally in small and large groups for bhajans, coming together for chanting and food. All I can say is Northeastern Pennsylvania is home to so much.

Bhimsen, Prasanna, Jeff Bhimsen, Prasanna, Jeff, 2016

“New York Is the Place”

Having been introduced by Samarth Nagarkar, I began traveling to study with Dan Weiss beginning in 2011. I would drive from Scranton to Brooklyn as often as I could manage, averaging weekly or monthly through the years – sometimes several times a week to listen to gigs.

Dan Weiss, Samarth Nagarkar, Miles Okazaki at Seeds, October 2014 Dan Weiss, Samarth Nagarkar, Miles Okazaki at Seeds, October 2014

Vijay Iyer Nitin Mitta, Tirtha at the Stone, September 2014 Vijay Iyer, Nitin Mitta, Tirtha at the Stone, September 2014

Miles Okazaki and Dan, the New Stone, April 2017 Miles and Dan, the New Stone, April 2017

Dan Weiss, Miles Okazaki, Selva Ganesh, Anupam Shobhakar -- Jazz Gallery October 2017 Dan Weiss, Miles Okazaki, Selva Ganesh, Anupam Shobhakar – Jazz Gallery October 2017

As I finished an apprenticeship/professional commitment in Scranton, Pennsylvania (rare to find, especially there), I chose to move to New York to pursue the music deeper. I was a late and grateful tenant of the small room on Woodruff Ave 4a where many other like-minded musicians had started out in New York.

Who wore it better?

Desire and Discipline

Having returned to Penn State for now, I now understand how intrinsic my love of music and especially this instrument is to me. I desire to practice in this tradition as sincerely as I can and afford myself the time to really do it.

I can finally see this practice as both a means and an end.

I can imagine beautiful moments will follow as they have over the last ten years. But today I can feel how light my dream is, finally free of expectation’s weight. Each moment I sit down to play and listen is a beautiful moment.

This took a long time. Which is to say, forgiveness opens up the possibility of creation.

A long time.