One should be thankful to Providence that in this age of musical poverty, Bhimsen Joshi is still alive and seems to sing better than ever within the limitations forced on him by age and illness. With a fractured tailbone, which never healed properly, and a brain tumour behind him, this octogenarian sits at public recitals, dangling his legs from a chair, and hits their epicentre with a power that can turn singers half his age sick with envy. That his taans, which he could take at electric speed till the other day, have become a lot slower makes no difference to his drut khayals. He would be the first to deny that he has a sweet voice, but he has attained swar-siddhi.