Ellen Israel Goldberg

Writer. Speaker. Photographer.

Subscribe
  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • LinkedIn
  • Good Reads
  • Home
  • About
  • Book
  • Awards
  • News & Events
  • Articles & Photos
  • Blog
  • Contact
  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • LinkedIn
  • Good Reads

Memoir

Becoming a Lyricist

February 8, 2017

Sutapa Ghosh, my longtime friend who is a film producer and the Founder/Director of the Indian Film Festival of Houston, called one afternoon in 2003, asking, “Do you know a good lyricist?” She was leaving for India the next day to meet with the world-reknown Indian pop singer Sonu Nigam to discuss a music project with him.

I responded that I couldn’t think of one on such short notice, so she said, “How about if you do it?” Little did she know that for many years, I wrote lyrics and parodies for college, women’s groups, and just for fun. She was surprised when I quickly answered “Okay.”

It’s easier for both members of the team when the melody is written first. Sutapa said that Sonu would compose the music after he saw my work. She said that it was a song about peace and she’d need it as soon as possible—preferably in a few hours.

Before sitting down to do my assignment, I took our two dogs for a walk along the bayou to clear my head. I immediately began writing when I returned home. Many of my projects involved trying to bring understanding that would lead to peace, so the words flowed easily. The song was done in about an hour. Had this not been my first attempt, and with such a short deadline, I would have edited the first two lines to improve it, but still, it expressed how I felt.

Before faxing what I had written, I called Sutapa to read her the lyrics. There was complete silence when I finished, leading me think that she didn’t like them. I held my breath until she said, “Wow.”

Sonu composed a beautiful, almost Middle Eastern melody and sang it with a Buddhist chant subtly sung under the chorus. That was the first of 8 songs we eventually wrote together for his first English language album “Spirit Unfolding.” Sutapa produced the CD and famed percussionist Brent Lewis was the co-producer.

The words are as relevant today as they were then—perhaps even more so. We need to heal the divisions that exist and recognize the humanity of each person.

TO BUDDHA’S SHELTER I GO (PEACE)

by Ellen Goldberg and Sonu Nigam

We live with such perils very real
It’s time we reflect upon the ways for us to heal
The world has many problems everywhere
It’s hard to keep our spirits up and easy to despair

Although we speak in different tongues please try to understand
Diversity’s a quality that helps us to expand
Though bound’ries separate us, we share some hopes and dreams
The diff’rence that’s between us is seldom what it seems

(Chorus)
Don’t dwell on what divides us and tears our worlds apart
Let’s tolerate each others’ views, let’s find it in our heart
To learn from one another, the lessons we should teach
Peace could be within our grasp if only we would reach

Each of us has beliefs by which we live
Let’s try to give respect to all and forgive
For kindness is a virtue we should seek
The stranger who’s among us we may meet

Extend the hand of friendship and turn from hate to love
To bring about the vision of the white symbolic dove
Before we change the world my friends, there’s one thing to be done
All of us must change ourselves, the task has just begun

(Chorus)
Don’t dwell on what divides us and tears our worlds apart
Let’s tolerate each others’ views, let’s find it in our heart
To learn from one another, the lessons we should teach
Peace could be within our grasp if only we would reach, If only we would reach

Produced by Sutapa Ghosh
Co-produced by Brent Lewis

Copyright 2003

Labels: Commentary, Memoir, Peace, Sonu Nigam, Writing

South African Cousins

February 8, 2017

In 1986, I went to visit my young cousin Harold Rudolph who had been elected Mayor of Johannesburg. It was a family reunion, with seven of us from America meeting our South African relatives whom I discovered while working on my maternal grandmother’s “tree.” We heard stories that those of us on this side of the pond had not known about our great-great grandparents.

After my initial trip out of the country as a 41 year-old, I became a writer for Indo-American News. My last article before I left for Joburg, “Islamic Education In the US,” had pleased the leaders of the Musjid (a Muslim place of worship) so much that they gave me a copy of the Qu’ran. Since I planned to meet Indians in South Africa, I asked if they wanted me take a gift to their co-religionists on their behalf. They gave me another Qu’ran and it went into the first Mosque in Soweto that opened the first weekend I was there.

Apartheid was just beginning to show cracks. Besides celebrating the bar mitzvah of my cousin’s son, I travelled around the country, interviewing people from various townships. In Cape Town, Members of Parliament from all three chambers—White, Indian, and Coloured—took me to see how the government worked.

My original itinerary did not include Durban, but the leader of the town council in Lenasia, the Indian township outside of Johannesburg, said that if I was writing for Indian newspapers, I had to rearrange my schedule, because 80% of Indians in South Africa lived there. She made sure I was met by officials wherever I went.

The visit to Durban proved to be one of the highlights of my trip. At first I was shown local townships, then the professor who was my guide asked as an afterthought, “Would you like to see Gandhi’s first ashram?” It had a profound effect on me. The following article tells why.

Labels: Commentary, Memoir, News & Events, South Africa

Archive

Categories

TravelBlog

  • Cameras, Conference, and Craters—Adventures of a Texan In Tanzania
  • Watching for Wildebeests—Further Adventures of a Texan In Tanzania
© Copyright Ellen Israel Goldberg. Designed by Shaila Abdullah.