So hot it is…. So boring is this summer … we need to get something interesting or else I can’t have that lunch stuff….. Sentences expressing all the irritation were thrown in the cabin … & then we went to get some fresh curd to make our lunch interesting. So dumb, to think that just variety makes everything interesting…. If it had been true, we would have enjoyed anything, just anything. Mother Nature gives us plenty of variety in our lives… But alas…it does not happen coz it’s the state of mind that takes interest & we feel something attractive or interesting as they say.
Anyway, so we got the curd .Cursing the sun and summer and pollution (and may be some of our peers) we were just getting back to office premises. We were just about to enter the main gate and something stopped me…. At least put a break on my speed… that something was so pure, so revered. It entered through the ears and just hit the heart. It pulled me hard into itself.
No sooner I started searching than I found someone right in front of me. May be 100 feet away from me…It was his harmonium and his fingers dancing as a trained dancer on his harmonium, which superimposed itself on all my thoughts, my words, my greed, my complaints. I lost in his notes the very moment. For harmonium, they have a word “Sanwadini” in Marathi. “Sanwad” implies to Conversation. His notations were talking to every heart around. All the people around, may be 5-6 of them, had lost themselves n were listening to his song as if they were hypnotized. The brains were quiet and hearts were dancing on those notations.
And he himself, he was living that music. The music was not classical but it was sweet for sure and flawless too. He was for sure not a trained harmonium player but he was certainly bonded to eternity. It was beautiful for it was natural, right from his heart. It was not only nice to listen but also wonderful watching him. It seemed he was the happiest person in the world. His expressions were as soothing as any monk. He was neither young nor good looking as such. He must be 65 at least. But the smile on his face made everyone feel that he was just a kid. Yes, as innocent, as refreshing, as energetic as a child. His attire spoke clearly about his poverty. Probably he was earning his bread butter while he played the song”hein apna dil toh awara”,as his wife’s expressions communicated. But he was living his art from the bottom of his heart. He did not look greedy for people’s offerings even for a while.
I was unable to reward his art. I could not think of way to reward his skills, his devotion. I was just lost. But then my friend who was with me asked if we could offer him some money. Needless to say, we offered his wife some. And then I could see one more face of THE ARTIST…. He took our offerings as recognition of what he was playing and as any artist his impulse reacted… in a good way of course. As soon as my friend offered him money, he started singing the same song. His voice was as efficient as any SUFI singer. With full throated broad voice with a little husk… he really sounded like any FAKIRA as I could feel. FAKIRA… as if his tone was saying “Diwane hein diwano ko na ghar chahiye, muhabbat bhari ek najar chahiye”.
His art, his appearance, his existence made my whole day. I could have captured his picture in mobile but I could realize it only when I came back to my desk. Brain did not work till he was singing …But then some things are just to be felt. I could have captured his face but how would I show anyone the satisfaction, the peace we got in those 2-3 mins. One can’t anyway hide the whole sky in 2 hands. One can’t think of a jar which will be enough to take all the water from ocean to ones house. These things are to be felt n filled in heart. His song was just like the beautiful sky or unending ocean.
What more can be asked as presence of almighty. He comes with a joy in his hands to donate. He met me today in his song…. Anyone who gives the feeling of meeting the almighty is holy for me…. The Real hero, utter FAKIRA.
FAKIRA, I can never forget you. You and Your art have made place for yourselves in my mind forever and ever and ever. Whenever I will feel little down, my heart will play your song and I am sure you will make my day again even without a single musical note actually being played. Let almighty reward everyone with your notes, your attitude, your innocence & your satisfaction. Let every heart become FAKIRA… Amen.
Anyway, so we got the curd .Cursing the sun and summer and pollution (and may be some of our peers) we were just getting back to office premises. We were just about to enter the main gate and something stopped me…. At least put a break on my speed… that something was so pure, so revered. It entered through the ears and just hit the heart. It pulled me hard into itself.
No sooner I started searching than I found someone right in front of me. May be 100 feet away from me…It was his harmonium and his fingers dancing as a trained dancer on his harmonium, which superimposed itself on all my thoughts, my words, my greed, my complaints. I lost in his notes the very moment. For harmonium, they have a word “Sanwadini” in Marathi. “Sanwad” implies to Conversation. His notations were talking to every heart around. All the people around, may be 5-6 of them, had lost themselves n were listening to his song as if they were hypnotized. The brains were quiet and hearts were dancing on those notations.
And he himself, he was living that music. The music was not classical but it was sweet for sure and flawless too. He was for sure not a trained harmonium player but he was certainly bonded to eternity. It was beautiful for it was natural, right from his heart. It was not only nice to listen but also wonderful watching him. It seemed he was the happiest person in the world. His expressions were as soothing as any monk. He was neither young nor good looking as such. He must be 65 at least. But the smile on his face made everyone feel that he was just a kid. Yes, as innocent, as refreshing, as energetic as a child. His attire spoke clearly about his poverty. Probably he was earning his bread butter while he played the song”hein apna dil toh awara”,as his wife’s expressions communicated. But he was living his art from the bottom of his heart. He did not look greedy for people’s offerings even for a while.
I was unable to reward his art. I could not think of way to reward his skills, his devotion. I was just lost. But then my friend who was with me asked if we could offer him some money. Needless to say, we offered his wife some. And then I could see one more face of THE ARTIST…. He took our offerings as recognition of what he was playing and as any artist his impulse reacted… in a good way of course. As soon as my friend offered him money, he started singing the same song. His voice was as efficient as any SUFI singer. With full throated broad voice with a little husk… he really sounded like any FAKIRA as I could feel. FAKIRA… as if his tone was saying “Diwane hein diwano ko na ghar chahiye, muhabbat bhari ek najar chahiye”.
His art, his appearance, his existence made my whole day. I could have captured his picture in mobile but I could realize it only when I came back to my desk. Brain did not work till he was singing …But then some things are just to be felt. I could have captured his face but how would I show anyone the satisfaction, the peace we got in those 2-3 mins. One can’t anyway hide the whole sky in 2 hands. One can’t think of a jar which will be enough to take all the water from ocean to ones house. These things are to be felt n filled in heart. His song was just like the beautiful sky or unending ocean.
What more can be asked as presence of almighty. He comes with a joy in his hands to donate. He met me today in his song…. Anyone who gives the feeling of meeting the almighty is holy for me…. The Real hero, utter FAKIRA.
FAKIRA, I can never forget you. You and Your art have made place for yourselves in my mind forever and ever and ever. Whenever I will feel little down, my heart will play your song and I am sure you will make my day again even without a single musical note actually being played. Let almighty reward everyone with your notes, your attitude, your innocence & your satisfaction. Let every heart become FAKIRA… Amen.
कधी कधी असे लोकं आयुष्यात येतात ज्यांना बघून
ReplyDeleteआयुष्य कसे जगावे ते समजते ... ते जगण्यासाठी जगत असतात
त्यात कोणताही त्वेष, अभिमान नसतो किवा आपण काही करत आहोत
असे दाखवणे पण नसते ... selfless life still full of life. Nice attempt.