In researching the origin of his wife's name, Ravi Shankar discovered the tale of Sukanya in the Sanskrit epic Mahãbhãrata. Seeing the tale’s potential for the stage, he began composing his first opera in his eighties. Sadly, he passed away in 2012 and never saw it performed. Thankfully, his friend and musical collaborator David Murphy completed the unfinished arrangements. It was fitting that Murphy conducted the work, leading the London Philharmonic Orchestra with whom he has previously premiered and recorded Shankar’s symphony.
It is easy to see why Shankar saw the operatic potential for Sukanya. It is a story of how two uncouth demi-gods, the Ashwini Twins, are transported through time and space by a goddess in order to witness human love. That love is between a young princess and an elderly sage, Chyavana, who she unwittingly blinds. Her father, sympathetic to the sage’s suffering, gives his daughter to Chyavana in marriage. Despite his disablilty and the great age difference between them Sukanya falls in love with Chyavana. The Ashwini Twins, enamoured with Sukanya’s beauty, fail to understand why she would rather be with a human and not demi-gods like themselves. Consequently, they put her to the test. To cut a long story short, she passes the test by choosing her husband over them. As part of the test he miraculously regains his youth and his sight, and all ends well.
The music was a delightful fusion of Eastern and Western traditions. It began with a brilliant sitar alap introduction by Parimal Sadaphal that immediately located the story in the ancient Indian temple of the goddess, and was joined by the soulful breath of Ashwani Shankar’s entrancing Shehnai to establish the musical themes of the opera (in much the same way as an overture). The orchestral arrangements were beautifully crafted, almost unobtrusive at times, blending in with the eastern themes and then seamlessly emerging out of them with power and depth. There were vocal fusions too, with traditional classical projection from the main characters, but at times allowing some feverish konnakol (a form of vocal percussion) singing to rhythmically enhance the tabla. The western opera styles in the work owe more to Bernstein and Carl Orff than Puccini or Verdi. They are somewhat dance-focussed with strong percussion and brass, though at the end of the first act was a lovely choral melody featuring the BBC Singers alongside the solo performers.
Alongside the Indian and orchestral musicians and singers were a small cadre of dancers helping to drive the narrative. I was particularly impressed by the unnamed goddess of the temple, who leapt barefoot around stage like she weighed no more than a packet of crisps. The dancing went down particularly well when accompanied by a high-tempo tabla and konnakol musical passage in the second act. The konnakol, in fact, was performed at a mind-blowing and highly entertaining pace.