Artist: Bandish Projekt Feat. Last Mango in Paris.
Album: Connekt, Buddha Bar XVII.
This superb track of Bandish Projekt, along with the poetic lyrics of Shane Solanki ( a.k.a. Last Mango in Paris) and award-winning visuals to go with it, come together for a unique blend that pays a unique tribute to the Indian Subcontinent’s traditions and identity.
The video alone has won wide international appraise, collecting multiple awards such as the HBO Grand Jury prize at the Indian Film Festival of Los Angeles 2014, Special jury mention award at ASIFA, India film festival, VH1 Sound Nation Award 2014 best music video 2014 and others.
Down with dog position, locusts, cobra and standing tree.
I am the motherland expanding pregnancy unplanned in the 21st century.
More than our people, our culture, our country, I AM ALCHEMY.
Raag main Taal, rhythm and melody…
Conceived when Shiva breathe the kiss which died on the lips of his bride Paravati.
Desi, Gora, Kaala
I’m every grain of rice in your basmati, every spice in your Garam Masala.
I’m the turmeric stains on your Grandmothers hands.
I’m “Enna meena dika, die, dominica, Red teeka flames on the pineal glands.
I’m the maala beads, slipping through her fingers like
Display seeds of sand through an hour glass.
I’m the jigsaw made by the shattered fragments of the past,
Pieced together in a way that works for us.
A billion strong and uprising and its IMPOSSIBLE TO IGNORE US.
The interwoven chorus of Bengali, Gujarati, Kannada, Marathi, Hindi, Kashmiri, Malayalam, Nepali, Punjabi, Sindhi, Telugu, Tamil, Urdu….. Ginger, Chilli and garlic.
Brahmin, Kshatriya, Dalit.. Touch me for I’m no longer untouchable.
Capable, practically inescapable, no longer unaccountable, I am your accountant, I program your I.T.
I’m the chai, latte, ice tea… dat’d chaiwalla stares at the moongfali… He sighs…
On the rise of the middle class whispering their upwardly mobile MANTRAS.
Thank GOD Almighty I am FREE at last.
I sing “Tumhi ho mata HINDUSTAN”
As I smoke beedi’s, chew Paan n watch Bollywood DVD’s starring Akshay Kumar and Shahrukh Khan.
Remixing Pranayama by whispering my Mantra— “I AM A DISCO DANCER” under my breath.
Profound, Primitive, Superstitious Spread from Canada to Australia, Trinidad to Mauritius…
I will always be INDIA.
The impoverished child that bangs the window of your ambassador car.
The old man who instead of clapping his hands… simply says “ARRE WAAAAAAHHHH”
I Am Sarasvati whose “Veena” was later remixed into the shape of a “Sitar”.
Just like “OM mane padme Hum….of the table drum became the “Ta teri kit… two turn tables and a mixer.
I Am the Rickshawalla I have the white tiger, a survivor rising up in a drive to progress.
I am the distressed heart of Delhi, Calcutta’s cloaked street, Bombay’s blocked arteries and an accumulation of stress… yes!!! “I AM HINDUSTAN….”
In the land of Ustad AliAkbar Khan and kaun banega crorepati, Krishnamurthy, Vivekananda , Tagore and Aurandathi, and Pop bellied elephant headed superhero .Ganpati.
I am the monk’s saffron ropes, I am the scent of the Cinnamon, cardamom, clove.
I am the air thick with the rain and the funk of the monsoon.
I am the sliver of moon that SHIVA wears for hairclip.
I am he unsanctioned love-marriage between Bharatnatyam and back flip.
Converse trainers under kurta pyjama and salwar kameej. I’m the thunder of the storms on the horizon weeping the
Solidified tears of Rudraksha beads.
I AM ALCHEMY.