I Feel Strongly

“So, who’s getting the banners?” “Who’s picking up the artists?” “Who’s arranging the sound and lights?” “Which concert are you coordinating today?” “Most importantly, who is getting ‘the eye’?”…… this is about all we, in SPIC MACAY Pune, were talking about for the two weeks of the Heritage-2010 Series. Like always, SPIC MACAY does not need any major event manager to run the show. We, as a bunch of enthusiastic young college goers (or wait, we did miss a few days of college during that time!) managed to conduct 70 events in 15 days at over 25 institutes in and around Pune. Conducted from the 15th to the 30th of January, it was the biggest festival ever in Pune in terms of the number of events,...
My tryst with this noble movement was quite accidental. It started with a peep into the auditorium of Azad Hind College, Mumbai in 1995 -96 where Smt. Kishori Amonkar was at the peak of her performance. I had gone there not to listen to any classical music, but to volunteer at the shoe counter outside. For many of us, to volunteer for SPIC MACAY programs in neighboring institutions, was a good excuse to skip classes ‘officially’. Till that day, classical music just did not make any sense to me. But that curious 'peep' into the auditorium captivated me forever. The experience left me spellbound long after the performance was over. I was soon attending classical music concerts regularly,...
While posted at the Indian Navy Headquarters in Delhi, I was residing at Princess Park Officer’s Mess on Copernicus Marg. Every weekend during my morning and evening jogs, I used to visit the nearby auditoriums and fine art centers like Kamani, LTG, Sangeet Natak Akademi, NSD, Sri Ram Centre, Triveni etc and note down the details of the forthcomi​ng cultural events displayed on the respective notice boards.
It was at one of those jaunts that I chanced upon a poster about Smt. Shubha Mugdal’s SPIC MACAY concert at the Lady Irwin College (LIC). On the specified day I landed up at the college for the concert and was impressed by the warm welcome accorded to me by students who were handling the information desk....
I got my first opportunity to get to know about SPIC MACAY when I was a first year under graduate student in Delhi University. As I was curious to know what exactly it meant. Scarcely did I realise then that SPIC MACAY would inspire me so much,influence and nourish my life in a totally different angle. Then onwards it was a pleasure for me to be a regular participant of Satuday meeting at Lady Irwin College,Delhi. that gave an indepth knowledge of the movement called SPIC MACAY.Initially my activities were limited and restricted within the four walls of the college campus.It was during the National Convention held at Thiruvananthapuram I got my first glimpse of 'Koodiyattam'...
Many a times, you work; work and only work and then you are left with no time to ask questions to yourself. As I stop and think about my journey in SPIC MACAY so far, a lot of thoughts, experiences and questions gather in my mind
My introduction to SPIC MACAY was through a Dhrupad concert by Ustad Sayeeduddin Dagar,   Organized in my school when I was in class 8. Three years later, I got to attend the National Convention in IIM Kolkata along with my other SPIC MACAY friends and that’s all how it got started for me. After that, till many years I was merely attached to this movement. It was only a lot of attachment and no work. I used to be a regular at SPIC MACAY picnics, get-togethers,...
Padma Bhushan Ustad Abdul Rashid Khan came to Chandigarh on his 105th birthday. We received him at the airport in the every inch marigold decorated wheel chair and took him in floral decorated car. His room too had marigold garlands on all the four walls . At  the head end hanged a wall length long Happy birthday banner made of semi precious stones. At the entry door was the  poster with his life size picture for the program.
I was  thrilled when I could see that the floral and personal welcome took away the tiredness of long journey of 105 yr old man lovingly called "Baba". The photographers and journalists were in attendance....
Culture is an important part of one’s identity as it shapes one’s values and sense of belonging. When I came across SPIC MACAY, I immediately felt a connection with its vision. I realized the importance of the idea of imbibing Indian heritage education for students along with a formal education, especially in today’s context. 
My journey as an educationist began after my marriage when I started working in a Delhi government school. In 1996, owing to my husband’s transfer, we moved to Kathmandu, Nepal where I enrolled as a teacher at the Elite’s Co-Ed School, a well-known boarding school of the city. In 2001, we moved to Varanasi where I joined W.H. Smith Memorial School as Vice-Principal....
My last twenty-seven years of journey with SPIC MACAY has been a journey of exploring self. It has been a very soulful one. Though initiated into Music and Dance from early childhood at home by parents, SPIC MACAY did nurtured and stroked my creative pursuits. As I entered into my forties, I can say that the richness of my life is only because of the movements like SPIC MACAY, especially SPIC MACAY being a complete voluntary movement – of the Rasiks, by the Rasiks for the Rasiks.
As a volunteer of SPIC MACAY from my college days, I have had the great opportunity to interact with the greatest Vidhwans of our rich culture. And I have many an anecdote to share....
When i started in '99 i only knew that this movement aims to promote culture for youth.But slowly when u get in to organise more chapter meetings,artists circuits,conventions its an ocean of values to inculcate.The art of "giving" takes your leadership quality way ahead to become a better humanbeing. Practicing the corevalues like inspire,excellence,simplicity,making other person win,attention to detail etc makes a volunteer to build a character spreading these values not only for the movement but also for your family,friends....the ones you meet everyday.The art of "Organising " gives one a confidence and faith which will help to excel in there own field of profession.I make sure to give my...

It was in Class 4 when my parents initiated me into Bharatanatyam. Vinod ‘Sir’ began by teaching me how to stand with my hands placed on the hips on either side. As the training progressed, trying to get the shoulder, elbow, hand, palm, fingers in the right position along with the right aramandi and the right position of the legs, knees, shin, feet, toes, back, buttocks, neck, eyes, forehead – all together was a challenge! But, one fine day when I did get it; it translated into a joy that spelt fulfilment as well as an emptiness that came from not wanting anything more. It was a feeling of unseekingness, a completeness. When teaching abhinaya, my teacher would ask me to communicate with my body; most importantly with my eyes....