“Ustad” is a word which essentially means “teacher,” but really is a term more specifically used for talented, well-respected musicians (tabla players or Qawwali singers) who take on students, or disciples, and pass their craft on.

On my recent trip to Philly, I got to see Ustad Aqeel at work teaching my cousin-nephew (that is the best way I can describe how that relationship is viewed in Pakistani culture) how to play. The beautiful tabla set was a gift from his true uncle in London.

The tabla is used for both secular and devotional music in Pakistan by both Muslims and Christians. In Pakistani churches, the tabla most often accompanies the harmonium, both of which can be readily transported and brought out in formal gatherings or rather spontaneously in homes. My cousin’s husband is a fine singer and harmonium player.

I love these pictures because they show the blend of cultures pretty well. I like the tabla with the Persian carpet in the background and the iPhone on the ustad’s knee. In the background of one of the pictures is a glass of Rooh Afza, which is a quintessential Pakistani summer drink (although, truth be told, my cousin’s family rarely drinks it and we had bought it on a whim) which I used hate as a child but now think is a cool delight and a kind of distillate of the East.

If you are in the Philly area and want lessons, check out Aqueel’s site. Oh, and one thing that does cross all cultures, is that most children hate to practice, and my nephew, who is acknowledged by many to be the the spitting-incessant talking-laughing-loving-questioning-eating-silliness loving-image of me as a child is no exception.