Life is a very precious gift, which mustn’t be given away at any cost.
I was very grumpy. I ate two plates of panipuri and then
again could not control myself and asked the sandwich vendor to give me the
sandwiches of my choice.
The junk in my stomach was not melting and not even a single
burp was coming out.
Ma was also unhappy to see me like that. We went to the mall
and proceeded towards the gaming zone. I love to watch children playing in the
rides. We could not stand there for long and came out of the mall.
We stepped out from the exit door and were coming down the
steps, when a number of collegians entered the mall, most probably they had
bunked college. We ignored them.
Ma told me that we would walk the distance till home and my
stomach would be easy. An old man, little bent, holding a stick and limping at
each step was walking ahead of us.
We crossed the brackish water stretch. Metro work is going
on over there.
Crossed the road through the space given for all. Ma asked me
to walk slowly as the man was ahead of us and seemed feeble. He crossed and we
too crossed. A person helped him also. He sat on the footpath at the junction
of our lane just to the right, spread a plastic sheet. His dhoti had turned slight
grey to black and his kurta was torn in three places and patch work was done on
While sitting cried in a wonderful, heavy tune from his
heart without scratches “Radhe- O Jagdish” (the consort and her lord). His
voice was extremely melodious , perfect in sur and taal.It was a crystal-clear
voice. He could have beaten any champion of any reality T.V. show.
Both of us were stunned and understood that he earns by
We went near him.Mother gave him ten rupees and I requested
him to sing the same song.
He looked at me quizzically and asked-“You want to hear this
same song from me or some other song?”
I replied-“No, I want to hear this particular song from you.”
He-“Are you sure?”
His face was tired.
He closed his eyes and two lines from a Krishna bhajan came
out from his heart.It was –“Lord, please forgive me that I cannot see you
though you are forever mine”.
He stopped singing. I can tell you that, his voice is
unique, superb and realized beyond life and death. His voice pierced our heart and
overcoming with emotions, Ma and me, both of us were in tears.
Few passer-by’s too had stopped on their way, to hear him
sing. His voice was a rare voice. Such rare voices can never ever be measured
nor are they awarded on Earth.
While tears splashed from my eyes, many questions were aroused
in my mind. They were:-
1.Where did he learn to sing so beautifully?
2.Was he a singer? A trained or a professional singer once
upon a time?
3.How come with such a beautiful and rare voice, he was
sitting near a nullah on a plastic sheet with the sky as his covering?
But I couldn’t ask him those questions. The questions
remained inside my mouth. I felt that he was a huge personality and that gap between
him and me was very big.
I gave him ten bucks and asked him “Uncle will you have
He accepted the ten rupees with a namaskar and replied-“Tea”.
Still the questions pounced my heart and yet I controlled
myself. That old man was an extremely talented musician and definitely he had
some connection with the music world/industry. Seeing him there, it simply didn’t
I crossed the side lane and brought tea for him. His face
Wittily he looked to us and told-“I take care of my voice
God, let me hear from him, let him sing many more songs for many, many more days.
The song of life is like a flowing river, like the sweet melodious tune of a bird. The song can be easy, it can be hard and it can be neither easy nor hard. That’s how the song of life goes. Once it starts, it doesn’t stop. Like the musician, it too has kept on flowing. He has lost his everything, but his music is with him. Be with you and within you.You are you.
“The you” who resides in you is like a rose. Just as a rose
can’t smell and look like lily or jasmine and in the same way, your self can’t
change. Hold on to it and see the truth of life flowing within it.