This epistle stands as a tribute to a life of asceticism, versatility and disability.
Impeding the pictureque sunlight that is peeping through the long window curtains, you can see a face. It houses an old heavy-dioptred spectacle on it. A thin bush of clinical moustache remains fevi-quicked and the little grey hair creep the forehead. He, rather his face, always gives you a confident look notwithstanding the fact one of his eyes can't see anything. And the disability of vision is probably his first and the biggest pain.
But he doesn't complain. Living an ascetic life, he runs on for his daily scheduled music tuitions far off his home. At times, he compromises with food, torn-clothes to compensate for an on-time arrival, which normally is a prolonged jouney with his blindness. Drowned in debts, he knows he has to earn to support spiralling food-grain prices and his sons' fees. So, he fights incessantly even with the excruciation of tolerance.
Posturing in his own royal style in the sofa, he tells with a smile and a hidden pain - "Mein ro pada". He continues with more agony - "bete ne college mein do din se khana nahin khaya; sirf naste pe ji raha tha". It was indeed painful; circumscribed by the vicious circle of debts, inflation and crude amenities he was orphaned of a stock - the 'green paper' stock. It was unendurable to witness him writhe in a desperation. He only consoles himself in the feet of God - His worship is his faith.
A Jack of all trades and precisely a master of singing, he will take you through the joy of his classical voice, his nuances of flute and harmonium and often sitar. His compositions on ragas are unique and enthralling. Save his musical talent, he is a vociferous articulator - he debates it out with me exhilaratingly on any topic.
We, often, in our bustling schedules fail to encourage and support such noble human-beings. Lending a part of our own vision, time, aid and praise for igniting the darkness in the lives of these indomitable talents will certainly dispel all kinds of destitution and diseases.
I salute this wonderful, gifted, blissful, versatile musician and wish that God gives him much more than his prayers.
Impeding the pictureque sunlight that is peeping through the long window curtains, you can see a face. It houses an old heavy-dioptred spectacle on it. A thin bush of clinical moustache remains fevi-quicked and the little grey hair creep the forehead. He, rather his face, always gives you a confident look notwithstanding the fact one of his eyes can't see anything. And the disability of vision is probably his first and the biggest pain.
But he doesn't complain. Living an ascetic life, he runs on for his daily scheduled music tuitions far off his home. At times, he compromises with food, torn-clothes to compensate for an on-time arrival, which normally is a prolonged jouney with his blindness. Drowned in debts, he knows he has to earn to support spiralling food-grain prices and his sons' fees. So, he fights incessantly even with the excruciation of tolerance.
Posturing in his own royal style in the sofa, he tells with a smile and a hidden pain - "Mein ro pada". He continues with more agony - "bete ne college mein do din se khana nahin khaya; sirf naste pe ji raha tha". It was indeed painful; circumscribed by the vicious circle of debts, inflation and crude amenities he was orphaned of a stock - the 'green paper' stock. It was unendurable to witness him writhe in a desperation. He only consoles himself in the feet of God - His worship is his faith.
A Jack of all trades and precisely a master of singing, he will take you through the joy of his classical voice, his nuances of flute and harmonium and often sitar. His compositions on ragas are unique and enthralling. Save his musical talent, he is a vociferous articulator - he debates it out with me exhilaratingly on any topic.
We, often, in our bustling schedules fail to encourage and support such noble human-beings. Lending a part of our own vision, time, aid and praise for igniting the darkness in the lives of these indomitable talents will certainly dispel all kinds of destitution and diseases.
I salute this wonderful, gifted, blissful, versatile musician and wish that God gives him much more than his prayers.
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