Π£ Π½Π°Ρ Π²Ρ ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ΅ΡΠ΅ ΠΏΠΎΡΠΌΠΎΡΡΠ΅ΡΡ Π±Π΅ΡΠΏΠ»Π°ΡΠ½ΠΎ Ustad Afaq Hussain Khan, Lucknow gharana Tabla solo ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ ΡΠΊΠ°ΡΠ°ΡΡ Π² ΠΌΠ°ΠΊΡΠΈΠΌΠ°Π»ΡΠ½ΠΎΠΌ Π΄ΠΎΡΡΡΠΏΠ½ΠΎΠΌ ΠΊΠ°ΡΠ΅ΡΡΠ²Π΅, Π²ΠΈΠ΄Π΅ΠΎ ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΠΎΠ΅ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ Π·Π°Π³ΡΡΠΆΠ΅Π½ΠΎ Π½Π° ΡΡΡΠ±. ΠΠ»Ρ Π·Π°Π³ΡΡΠ·ΠΊΠΈ Π²ΡΠ±Π΅ΡΠΈΡΠ΅ Π²Π°ΡΠΈΠ°Π½Ρ ΠΈΠ· ΡΠΎΡΠΌΡ Π½ΠΈΠΆΠ΅:
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Ustad Afaq Hussain Khansahab, 1930 - 1990. (Khalifa of the illustrious Lucknow gharana of the Tabla), Son of Ustad Wajid Hussain Khan. And a regular performer at AIR Lucknow. This majestic photograph is from his musicologist-disciple, James Kippen's book, 'The Tabla of Lucknow: A Cultural Analysis of a Musical Tradition'. About his taleem initiation with Khansahab, Kippen writes: "My own probation - an extended period during which my character and ability were observed and tested - lasted about nine months. During this time, Afaq Hussain did not allow me to do my "research", which, to him, meant asking senseless questions about musicians' social organization that would not make me a better tabla player. He allowed no recordings to be made, neither of our informal conversations nor of his playing. He merely demanded riyaz (practice) and mehnat (application, hard work). At first, I took about three lessons per week, mostly at my house, sometimes at his single-room dwelling. The latter was far from ideal because the women of his household practiced that form of female seclusion known as purdah, and I was discomfited by the knowledge that my presence restricted their movements and forced them out into the small rear courtyard... As I now read back over from my fieldnotes, I see many entries such as "AH didn't show up today, again!" and "AH suddenly turned up unannounced and gave me a superb lesson!". At first, I wasn't sure if this was a cleverly designed strategy to keep me off-balance and test my resolve, or an indication of his lack of enthusiasm and commitment. Either way, test my resolve it certainly did, and it left me feeling I always had something to prove. Hints of affection or concern for me in those early days were not unknown: "AH arrived unannounced this morning with a tin of powder which he started shaking all over my bed. Bedbugs, apparently. I told him I didn't have any, but he thought it best to be safe. Had an unexpected lesson."