Today is the 16th death Anniversary of legendary Odia singer Akshaya Mohanty, who passed away this day in November 2002. Like Kishore Kumar, he was a virtuoso, a multifaceted artistic talent.
Though more famous as a versatile singer, the lyricist in him penned many songs, from serious, romantic to comic ones. The music all rounder in him arguably stood him above his contemporaries from his generation, which included a field of gifted artistic talents in the state of Odisha.
KHOKA Bhai (his went by this alias), started singing in 1950s and was at his peak during 1970s. During that time he made the cardinal mistake of quitting his government job to fully focus on his musical career.
Unfortunately for him, he was from a state, better known as the graveyard of artistic persuits, a milieu those days which looked down up and harbored anathema towards anything but secured SARAKARI (government) jobs. He could have rubbed Clarified Butter on his moustache (NISARE GHIA MARI) and worked nonchalantly in his government job nonstop till 58, stil singing untill his death - completely assured by the safety net of Sarkari pension. But he took a risk to follow his first love, music and paid big time for his decision.
Khoka bhai sang many Odia hits, his records sold well. He was hugely popular and immensely admired, yet his going pro did not fetch the remuneration to compensate his ability. By mid 1980s he was not exactly in great economic shape. All admired his songs and music from going pro didn't provide a sustainable income. He took to alcohol (my brother-in -law who interacted with him extensively during the maestro's trip to Chicago in June, 2001 often found him drunk and staggering around. His reckless abuse of own health probably cut short his life and career, as he died only a year later).
Akshaya Mohanty visited America multiple times and enthralled the NROs (Non Resident Odias) with his nostalgic songs. My memory goes back to 1979 when visiting America was a big deal. The legendary singer, just back from America was quoted in the popular local daily SAMAJA, that even cats and dogs are better off in America. Soon came out a song composed and recorded by him, based on his American experience,
AMERICA RE PREMA HUE
BEECH ROAD UPARE,
AAU AMA CUTTACK RE PREMA HUE
BHAI RASTHA PACHHARE.
Transliterated....
(Love in America
is a road side show,
In Cuttack love happens
behind Rickshaw).
India has come a long way since 1979, now a trillion dollar economy chugging ahead. Visiting America is no big deal to publicize in newspapers. The young generation since have lifted their veil of shyness, long shifted their erotic advances to parks and pubs - even on BEECH (Middle of) road as hand pulled Rickshaws have given way to their Auto cousins.
Saluting the Maestro and wishing him a Happy Birthday, let me end my ode to him with this funny number, which he penned himself,
"PREMIKARA BARIADE BAIDHANKA
AU BICHHUATA BANA...
DEKHIBAKU MANA CHHANA CHHANA
KUNDAAI KUNDAAI GALA PRANA"..
Roughly transliterated
" My beloved's home backyard
Has a jungle filled with Poison Ivy,
In the eagerness to watch her stealthily,
I had to scratch myself heavy."
RIP Khoka Bhai. I doubt our generation will ever see a virtuoso from Odisha like you, especially when Odia music is on death bed.
Though more famous as a versatile singer, the lyricist in him penned many songs, from serious, romantic to comic ones. The music all rounder in him arguably stood him above his contemporaries from his generation, which included a field of gifted artistic talents in the state of Odisha.
KHOKA Bhai (his went by this alias), started singing in 1950s and was at his peak during 1970s. During that time he made the cardinal mistake of quitting his government job to fully focus on his musical career.
Unfortunately for him, he was from a state, better known as the graveyard of artistic persuits, a milieu those days which looked down up and harbored anathema towards anything but secured SARAKARI (government) jobs. He could have rubbed Clarified Butter on his moustache (NISARE GHIA MARI) and worked nonchalantly in his government job nonstop till 58, stil singing untill his death - completely assured by the safety net of Sarkari pension. But he took a risk to follow his first love, music and paid big time for his decision.
Khoka bhai sang many Odia hits, his records sold well. He was hugely popular and immensely admired, yet his going pro did not fetch the remuneration to compensate his ability. By mid 1980s he was not exactly in great economic shape. All admired his songs and music from going pro didn't provide a sustainable income. He took to alcohol (my brother-in -law who interacted with him extensively during the maestro's trip to Chicago in June, 2001 often found him drunk and staggering around. His reckless abuse of own health probably cut short his life and career, as he died only a year later).
Akshaya Mohanty visited America multiple times and enthralled the NROs (Non Resident Odias) with his nostalgic songs. My memory goes back to 1979 when visiting America was a big deal. The legendary singer, just back from America was quoted in the popular local daily SAMAJA, that even cats and dogs are better off in America. Soon came out a song composed and recorded by him, based on his American experience,
AMERICA RE PREMA HUE
BEECH ROAD UPARE,
AAU AMA CUTTACK RE PREMA HUE
BHAI RASTHA PACHHARE.
Transliterated....
(Love in America
is a road side show,
In Cuttack love happens
behind Rickshaw).
India has come a long way since 1979, now a trillion dollar economy chugging ahead. Visiting America is no big deal to publicize in newspapers. The young generation since have lifted their veil of shyness, long shifted their erotic advances to parks and pubs - even on BEECH (Middle of) road as hand pulled Rickshaws have given way to their Auto cousins.
Saluting the Maestro and wishing him a Happy Birthday, let me end my ode to him with this funny number, which he penned himself,
"PREMIKARA BARIADE BAIDHANKA
AU BICHHUATA BANA...
DEKHIBAKU MANA CHHANA CHHANA
KUNDAAI KUNDAAI GALA PRANA"..
Roughly transliterated
" My beloved's home backyard
Has a jungle filled with Poison Ivy,
In the eagerness to watch her stealthily,
I had to scratch myself heavy."
RIP Khoka Bhai. I doubt our generation will ever see a virtuoso from Odisha like you, especially when Odia music is on death bed.
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