Let's go beyond the usual suspects of Night, Phosphenes, Bartika Rai, Jerusha Rai, Diwas Gurung and Pahenlo Batti Muni. All these names are pretty well-known in the contemporary indie scene. Here's a list of actually lesser-known artists who are making really great, interesting music. Feel free to contribute more.
Shreeti Pradhan - Ujyalo Junkiri
Yugal Gurung - Chahana / Afno Sansar
Anup Ojha - Sansarai Baimani / Wariko Danda ma
Ankit Babu Adhikari - Ram Naam
Phatcowlee (Rajan Shrestha) - Narayani
Rikenmah - From Mangalbazaar to Lagankhel
Sulk Station - Bindiya (not technically Nepali but one-half of the duo is Nepali)
Observer Research Foundation's Sixth Kalpana Chawla Annual Space Policy Dialogue (17-19 Nov 2021) is underway.
To take part register here:
https://www.bigmarker.com/observer-research-foundation/Day-2-Kalpana-Chawla-Space-Policy-Dialogue
Program schedule:
https://www.orfonline.org/kalpana-chawla-space-dialogue/programme/
They are dropping videos on their YT channel after each day.
Day 1 (17 Nov 2021)
Day 2 (18 Nov 2021)
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Panel Discussion: Emerging Actors in Space
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Panel Discussion: Crowded Outer Space: Of Mega Constellations and Space Junk
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Panel Discussion: Trends in Space Weaponisation: Challenges for the Indo-Pacific
Day 3 (19 Nov 2021)
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Panel Discussion: Space and Telecommunications
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Panel Discussion: Opening up the Indian Space Sector: The Role of the Private Sector
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Panel Discussion: Global Governance of Space
This is an excerpt from the book 'Bhupen Hazarika: As I Knew Him' written by Kalpana Lajmi, which describes the charm and aura Bhupen da had, that could win people over. Read On:
###Being introduced to Bhupen's music
I was only fourteen. It was a sultry evening in Bombay, my parents and I, with my younger brother Devdas Lajmi, were spending the evening with my uncle Atmaram at his bungalow in Juhu. I was, as usual, ensconced with my cousin Anjali in the library on the first floor, devouring books. I heard my uncle call our names. Reluctantly, I left my reading and tripped down the stairs, not real- izing that who I would be introduced to would change my life forever like a storm that would blow open the windows of my mind. A song was playing on the old record player. Atmaram uncle looked up and, in an exasperated tone, told my cousin and me, ‘When are you children going to learn good Indian culture? Sit down and listen to this.’
We agreed. I couldn’t understand a word, so I asked innocently, ‘Why are all of you listening to this song when you can’t understand anything?’
My uncle said, ‘I followed this voice through the length and breadth of Assam when I heard the singer on All India Radio (AIR) during a trip to Assam. Do you know who he is? Bhupen Hazarika, the bard of the Brahmaputra. Listen to his voice. It is original, emotional, beautifully tim- bred and sonorously resonant. He is a bard of contemporary events, a singer for all seasons, emotions, moods and situations. A poet and lyricist whose vision has always been uncompromisingly humanistic.’
‘But we can’t understand, Mama.’
‘It is for this reason that his music will always be relevant. No matter at what point of time the lyrics were originally penned. No matter what lan- guage they have been translated into.’
Bhupen Hazarika had my parents in thrall. My mother said, ‘Why don’t you bring him down, Atma. Use him in your film.’
My uncle replied, ‘I hope I can, Lalli. He is elusive, he is considered the god of music.’
###Meeting Bhupen for the first time
I was in my final year in school. Not remotely interested in studying and, as usual, continued with my reading of the erotic literature of the 1970s hidden behind my English literature books. My father came home in his navy uniform, arms laden with goodies, salamis, sausages, potato-minced patties; even the fridge was loaded with all such foods, hoping it would win me a first-class in my final year of school – because the general
... keep reading on reddit ➡
This is an excerpt from the book 'Bhupen Hazarika: As I Knew Him' written by Kalpana Lajmi, which describes the charm and aura Bhupen da had, that could win people over. Read On:
###Being introduced to Bhupen's music
I was only fourteen. It was a sultry evening in Bombay, my parents and I, with my younger brother Devdas Lajmi, were spending the evening with my uncle Atmaram at his bungalow in Juhu. I was, as usual, ensconced with my cousin Anjali in the library on the first floor, devouring books. I heard my uncle call our names. Reluctantly, I left my reading and tripped down the stairs, not real- izing that who I would be introduced to would change my life forever like a storm that would blow open the windows of my mind. A song was playing on the old record player. Atmaram uncle looked up and, in an exasperated tone, told my cousin and me, ‘When are you children going to learn good Indian culture? Sit down and listen to this.’
We agreed. I couldn’t understand a word, so I asked innocently, ‘Why are all of you listening to this song when you can’t understand anything?’
My uncle said, ‘I followed this voice through the length and breadth of Assam when I heard the singer on All India Radio (AIR) during a trip to Assam. Do you know who he is? Bhupen Hazarika, the bard of the Brahmaputra. Listen to his voice. It is original, emotional, beautifully tim- bred and sonorously resonant. He is a bard of contemporary events, a singer for all seasons, emotions, moods and situations. A poet and lyricist whose vision has always been uncompromisingly humanistic.’
‘But we can’t understand, Mama.’
‘It is for this reason that his music will always be relevant. No matter at what point of time the lyrics were originally penned. No matter what lan- guage they have been translated into.’
Bhupen Hazarika had my parents in thrall. My mother said, ‘Why don’t you bring him down, Atma. Use him in your film.’
My uncle replied, ‘I hope I can, Lalli. He is elusive, he is considered the god of music.’
###Meeting Bhupen for the first time
I was in my final year in school. Not remotely interested in studying and, as usual, continued with my reading of the erotic literature of the 1970s hidden behind my English literature books. My father came home in his navy uniform, arms laden with goodies, salamis, sausages, potato-minced patties; even the fridge was loaded with all such foods, hoping it would win me a first-class in my final year of school – because the general
... keep reading on reddit ➡