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Here is my interpretation to Part 108.
In this update we find it is about giving... giving a large gift... accord... bequeath... bestow... enrich... heighten... all in one word ENDOW!
By the time dinner was over, the hall looked very different.
The mandap had vanished, and the stage was all set for a concert. Guests who realised that the legendary singer, Pandit Sasi Sharma was going to sing with his daughter & gifted disciple, Khushi Arnav Singh Raizada, took permission from Aarti & Baba to invite their friends & relations who loved music. This was not a chance to be missed.
Hope attracts chances." ~ Toba Beta, My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut
Aarti looked at Baba, waiting for his decision. Baba nodded, smiling slightly.
Jayesh Bhai, Nitin, Gopi Kakka, & the other employees ran around arranging chairs, TVs, & sound systems outside the hall, knowing very well that the hall would fail to accommodate the music lovers who would turn up in a few minutes. They were ably helped by their children, the children from Omkar, the Raizadas, & other guests.
"Being good is commendable, but only when it is combined with doing good is it useful"
After dinner, the guests raced to the hall to get hold of seats close to the stage. There was a mad scramble for seats, and within minutes the entire hall was filled, with the crowd pouring out into the spacious yard. By the time Baba was ready to go on to the stage, there was not a single seat left. Not inside the hall. Not outside in the yard. All were filled with eager music lovers.
"...where music dwells
Lingering - and wandering on as loth to die..."
~William Wordsworth,
"Within King's College Chapel, Cambridge"
Mami clung to her seat with both hands, looking at the listeners sitting near her with a jaundiced eye.
"Kya hua, Manno?", asked Mamaji. "Why are you holding on to the chair? It won't fly away. There are no flying chairs, only flying carpets!"
"Hhmmmppfff...", Mami snorted. "What do you know, Ji? These women! They will knock me down and take my chair. And I won't be able to listen to my Babaji and my Khushi Bitiyaa!"
Mamaji shook his head, smiling.
"There is nothing in the world so much like prayer as music is" ~ William P. Merrill
Chotu had gone with Akash in the bus to Omkar to get the tanpura, the harmonium, & his tabla. Once they returned, they and Arnav arranged the mikes on the stage.
Aarti led Baba on to the stage to thunderous applause.
Baba greeted the audience with folded hands and closed eyes, thanking God for having given him a gift that gave so much pleasure to others and himself, for having given him Khushi and a second chance at music...
"And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares that infest the day
Shall fold their tents like the Arabs
And as silently steal away"
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,
The Day Is Done
Baba sat down, covering his feet with a shawl that Buaji had lent him. Chotu and Akansha took their places on stage, helping Simi sit by the tanpura. They waited for Khushi.
Arnav led Khushi on to the stage. The audience went mad with joy. They clapped loudly. The Raizadas and their extended family swelled in pride at the recognition received by Baba & Khushi.
"The applause was so loud and insistent that I had to respond. I was numb with happiness, I knew that this was part of my life and my world"
Khushi reached Baba, and both Baba & Arnav helped her sit on the floor by him, each of them holding an arm each. Khushi smiled at both of them, and Arnav left her with Baba, gently pressing her shoulder in passing.
"The greatest achievement in my life thus far
has been to love you and be loved by you"
Khushi and Baba folded their hands, greeting their audience of family and guests.
Baba said, "Today is an auspicious day for us. Our Nandkisore and our Aarti Bitiyaa are finally married. We would like to perform a bandish in their honour."
The audience clapped like mad.
"It is in Rag Jog, a night raaga. And the bol is 'Saajan More Ghar Aaye...'", added Khushi.
"Kya baat he!" "Wah, wah!" were some of the exclamations they could hear.
"When words leave off, music begins"
~ Heinrich Heine
Then there was perfect silence.
Simi began strumming the tanpura.
The audience waited with bated breath.
The sweet, soft sound of Baba humming the opening strains of Rag Jog electrified the crowd. Khushi, Chotu, & Akansha looked with love and respect at the elderly man creating magic with just his voice and his infinite knowledge of music.
"Music is love in search of a word"~ Sidney Lanier
Saajan More Ghar Aaye..., he sang.
As he elaborated on the line, Khushi joined in, her sweeter than sweet voice blending into his till no one knew where one began and the other ended.
Saajan More Ghar Aaye...
Mero Man Ati Sukh Paaye...
They sang, smiling at Aarti & NK sitting in the front row along with their family. Aarti had moist eyes and NK was happily recording the concert. Mami was tapping the arms of the chair she was holding in a death grip, shaking her head in time with the music. Akash & Payal were sitting together, nodding in time to the music.
"Music is the universal language of mankind"
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Outre-Mer
Dr. Prakash Sinha had tears in his eyes. It had been his dearest wish to hear Baba sing, and today he was hearing him and Khushi, live. He thought of the paper cutting of Baba he had saved in his old trunk, and smiled through his tears.
"Music is the art which is most nigh to tears and memory" ~ Oscar Wilde
Gopi Kakka, Nitin, & Jayesh Bhai looked at Baba & Khushi with wide eyes full of respect. People were crowding outside the gate of the office, trying to find standing room somewhere that would enable them to watch & listen to Baba & Khushiji...
"Music produces a kind of pleasure which human nature cannot do without" ~ Confucius
Buaji looked at Baba & Khushi Bitiyaa and then at the crowd that was loud in their appreciation. Baba? The Baba who helped the boys lift chairs and trace Aarti Bitiyaa was a magician who could cast a spell on thousands of people at the same time with his voice? "Hai re Nandkisore, when they said he could sing, I never thought...", she whispered.
"When we give cheerfully and accept gratefully, everyone is blessed" ~ Maya Angelou
Saajan, Saajan, Saajan more ghar aaye...
Khushi turned to look at Arnavji. He was standing in the wings, his arms crossed, leaning against a pillar, his eyes resting on her with pride. She smiled. His lips stretched in a smile.
Mangal Gaavoon, Chauk Puraavoon...
'Prem Piyaa' Hum Paaye..., she sang, her melting eyes on her husband, the father of her baby, her lover, her love...
"Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent" ~ Victor Hugo
Saajan More Ghar Aay..., Baba sang, smiling in encouragement at Chotu who played the tabla beautifully.
He told the audience, "This bandish was composed by Ustad Faiyaz Khan Sahib of the Agra Gharana who used 'Prem Piya' as his pen name."
"A great song should lift your heart, warm the soul and make you feel good" ~ Colbie Caillat
The audience murmured its appreciation.
Baba and Khushi continued to weave a web of musical notes around the crowd, soothing & satisfying all, filling their hearts with pleasure and the knowledge that they were witnessing something unique, almost historical...
"Music cleanses the understanding; inspires it, and lifts it into a realm which it would not reach if it were left to itself" ~ Henry Ward Beecher
Khushi peeped at Baba. Her father. He had his eyes closed as he travelled through the intricate pathways of the raga. The best father and the greatest musician the world had ever seen and would ever see... She smiled at him, moving her head in enjoyment at the way in which he played with the two gandhars...
"There's music in the sighing of a reed;
There's music in the gushing of a rill;
There's music in all things, if men had ears:
Their earth is but an echo of the spheres"
~Lord Byron
Akansha played a brilliant piece on the harmonium, & Baba & Khushi said, "Kya Baat He!"
The audience applauded. Simi smiled.
"Music is the poetry of the air"~ Richter
The bandish came to an end all too soon. The audience still remained lost in the sense of well-being and beauty created by such masterly singing.
"The city is built
To music, therefore never built at all,
And therefore built forever"
~ Alfred Lord Tennyson
Baba got up, and took Khushi's right hand to help her stand up. Arnav took the other arm. They bowed to the audience and slowly began to leave the stage.
The crowd stood up. Thunderous applause filled the air.
Baba helped Simi leave the stage, followed by Chotu & Akansha.
"We only have what we give" ~ Isabel Allende
Arnav curled his arm around Khushi, pulled her close to him, under his arm, and helped her walk down the steps to her seat.
"Each time I hear you sing, Khushi...", he whispered, "...I want to lift you up in my arms and carry you away... to a world where only we live... so that I can drown in your voice, sink in your love..."
"What passion cannot music raise and quell!"
~ John Dryden
Khushi hugged him. "I always sing only for you.", she whispered. "I always search for you in the crowd."
"There is in souls a sympathy with sounds:
And as the mind is pitch'd the ear is pleased
With melting airs, or martial, brisk or grave;
Some chord in unison with what we hear
Is touch'd within us, and the heart replies"
~ William Cowper
All the men hugged Baba, thrilled by the performance. Mamaji, Anand, Raj, Akash, Gopi Kakka, Nitin, Jayesh Bhai... all of them were speechless at Baba & Khushi's talent.
Aarti hugged Baba, whispering, "Thank you, thank you...".
"Happy?", asked Baba softly, smiling.
"Very.", she whispered.
"But once in a while the odd thing happens,
Once in a while the dream comes true,
And the whole pattern of life is altered,
Once in a while the moon turns blue"
~ Julia Green, Blue Moon
"Baba, you are one cool guy, I must say.", NK said, full of admiration.
Baba smiled.
"I am your kameez for life.", NK said earnestly.
Baba looked at him with wide eyes and then looked at his own simple, white kurta.
"Hein?", Mami said. "I have heard of shirt da button and hair da clip, but kameez?"
Anjali hit her head with her hand. "Kaneez, NK Bhai, Kaneez. Kaneez is the word for Slave."
NK pulled his ear. All laughed.
"Sorry. Kaneez, kaneez. I am your kaneez for life, Baba.", NK said.
By the time the dinner was over the hall had been transformed into a concert area. The stage had replaced the mandap. Guests realizing that they were in for a rare musical treat by the legendary singer Pandit Sasi Sharma and his daughter-disciple, Kushi Arnav Singh Raizada, were elated. They sought permission to invite their music loving friends and relatives, as this was an unexpected but never to forget occasion. It was like a sweet cherry on top of the ice! Baba a recluse, having consented to give an impromptu concert with his daughter was itself a memorable occasion to all. When he consented to their request to invite other music lovers, their joy knew no bounds.
"Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life" ~ Berthold Auerbach
The arrangement was made quickly with the help Mishras' employees, children of Omkar, the Raizadas' and other guests. Knowing that the hall was insufficient and there would a huge crowd that couldn't be accommodated, screens with audio equipments were also set outside. As predicted the hall brimmed to its capacity and the crowd pored into the yard. Seeing the crowd Mami didn't let go of her seat lest somebody grabs it off much to the amusement of Mamaji. She didn't want to miss listening in comfort to Khushi and Baba singing.
"For Time calls only once, and that determines all
~ Sophocles, Electra
Once the musical instruments arrived and the stage was set, Aarti led Baba on to the stage who received thunderous applause.
Baba, greeted the audience with folded hands and thanked God in his mind for having bestowed him with the gift with which he could give pleasure to others while enjoying it himself. He was also thankful for having given him Khushi, his Taarva, who not only generated happiness wherever she went but also had the gift to reform others, with her subtle ways. With the advent of Khushi in his life he got a new lease both in life as well a music. For this he was ever grateful to God, for Khushi as the instigator had made him straighten out his wayward life!
"There is an inter dependence between those who have and those who have not. The process of giving exalts the poor and humbles the rich. In the process, both are sanctified" ~ Marion G. Romney
Greeting the audience with folded hands, Khushi and Baba started the concert. It was dedicated to the Bride and the Groom. Baba's announcement,
"Today is an auspicious day for us. Our Nandkisore and our Aarti Bitiyaa are finally married. We would like to perform a bandish in their honour"
was received with deafening clapping from the audience! Khushi introduced the choice of song dedicated to the couple.
"It is in Rag Jog, a night raaga. And the bol is 'Saajan More Ghar Aaye...'"
Perfect silence followed and Simi began strumming the tanpura. Baba started humming the opening strains with his soft sweet voice creating a magical atmosphere, had his audience hold their breath and his protegee's look with love and respect.
"Ah, music," he said, wiping his eyes. "A magic beyond all we do here!" ~ J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
Saajan More Ghar Aaye..., he sang.
As he elaborated on the line, Khushi joined in, her sweeter than sweet voice blending into his till no one knew where one began and the other ended.,
Saajan More Ghar Aaye...
Mero Man Ati Sukh Paaye...
They sang looking at Aarti and NK who were sitting in the front row along with the family! Aarti was overwhelmed while NK was busy recording the concert!
Mami was enjoying shaking her head from time to time in tandem to the music.
Dr. Prakash Sinha whose dearest wish was to hear Baba sing, now had the double joy of hearing both Baba and his protege sing live, had tears in his eyes. Thinking of all the paper cuttings he had saved in his old trunk he smiled. He felt blessed to be able to experience it first hand!
Gopi Kakka, Nitin and Jayesh Bhai, were wide-eyed and full of respect hearing Baba and Khushi sing.
People were crowding outside the gate of the office, trying to find standing room somewhere that would enable them to watch and listen to Baba & Khushiji.
Buaji who had no idea of the talent hidden under the soft and endearing Khushi, looked at Baba and Khushi Bitiyaa and then at the crowd that was loud in their appreciation. She was stunned that the Baba who helped the boys lift chairs and trace Aarti Bitiyaa was a magician who could cast a spell on thousands of people at the same time with his voice? "Hai re Nandkisore, when they said he could sing, I never thought...", she whispered.
Saajan, Saajan, Saajan more ghar aaye...
Khushi seeking Arnav found standing in the wings, his arms crossed, leaning against a pillar, his eyes resting on her with pride. Her happiness on seeing him brought out a smile that was reciprocated!
Mangal Gaavoon, Chauk Puraavoon...
'Prem Piyaa' Hum Paaye..., she sang, her melting eyes on her husband, the father of her baby, her lover, her love..
"Those who have never known the deep intimacy and the intense companionship of happy mutual love have missed the best thing that life has to give"
~ Bertrand Russell
Saajan More Ghar Aaye..., Baba sang, smiling in encouragement at Chotu who played the tabla beautifully.
He told the audience, "This bandish was composed by Ustad Faiyaz Khan Sahib of the Agra Gharana who used 'Prem Piya' as his pen name."
The audience murmured its appreciation.
Baba and Khushi continued to weave a web of musical notes around the crowd, soothing & satisfying all, filling their hearts with pleasure and the knowledge that they were witnessing something unique, almost historical...
Khushi though taught to sing by her father, never failed to admire his reserve of depth, the depth of his voice and nuances that always transported her to another world when he sang.
At the end, Akansha played a brilliant piece on the harmonium with a flourishing finish earning praise from both Baba and Khushi. The audience too were enthralled! When the bandish came to an end the audience felt that it was all too soon. The audience still remained lost in the sense of well-being and the beauty created by such masterly singing.
"Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory"
~Percy Bysshe Shelley
Khushi getting up with the help of Baba and Arnav, took the bow along with the rest. They were given a standing ovation.
Arnav had his arms around Khushi and helped her to walk down the steps to her seat.
"Each time I hear you sing, Khushi...", he whispered, "...I want to lift you up in my arms and carry you away...to a world where only we live...so that I can drown in your voice, sink in your love..."
Khushi hugged him. "I always sing only for you.", she whispered. "I always search for you in the crowd."
"When the one man loves the one woman and the one woman loves the one man, the very angels desert heaven and come and sit in that house and sing for joy" ~ The Brahma Sutras
The menfolk of the family hugged Baba and were stunned to see the oozing talent of both Baba and Khushi!
Aarti for whom it was a wish come true thanked him whole heartedly. NK too thanked Baba in his own style! He expressed his gratitude in his tripped up Hindi.
"Baba, you are one cool guy, I must say.", NK said, full of admiration.
Baba smiled.
"I am your kameez for life.", NK said earnestly.
Baba looked at him with wide eyes and then looked at his own simple, white kurta.
"Hein?", Mami said. "I have heard of shirt da button and hair da clip, but kameez?"
Anjali hit her head with her hand. "Kaneez, NK Bhai, Kaneez. Kaneez is the word for Slave."
NK pulled his ear. All laughed.
"Sorry. Kaneez, kaneez. I am your kaneez for life, Baba.", NK said.
"Music is the literature of the heart; it commences where speech ends" ~ Alphonse de Lamartine
In this update we see Baba and Khushi bequeathing NK and Aarti, with the gift of their choice. This gift they accord them is so large that it enriches not just them but also the senses of the rest present. It heightened their sense of pleasure, for it was a rare concert given by the recluse Baba who was blessed with a voice that could bring the Angels down.
Baba knows the power of music.
"Music's the medicine of the mind" ~ John A. Logan
It had healed him and Khushi during their toughest of times.
"The purpose of life is not to be just happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well" ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
That is what has been the driving force in Baba's life once Khushi came into it. She, a small child of eight, had shown him how to be resilent when life throws unexpected curves. She had come to him as Manna for a person who was starved and lacked direction. He was bestowed with this largesse by God and once he realized it, made it a point to be the lifeline for many in need.
"No one is useless in this world who lightens the burdens of another" ~ Charles Dickens
He who was wasting his life drinking and gambling had found a purpose and served others to his maximum. That was the thought that gave the impetus to start the orphanage now at Omkar!
"There is no exercise better for the heart than reaching down and lifting people up"
~ John Holmes
He knows this and without thinking in terms of monetary benefits he has been enriching the lives of various people surrounding him.
"Non nobis solum nati sumus. (Not for ourselves alone are we born.)" ~ Marcus Tullius Cicero
That is what ENDOW means!
That's it from me. Hope you enjoy it!
ADDENDDUM
Now COCO!š”
I wish Coco was shown this adulation by the crowd towards "The fully clothed wife" of her Adonis!š
I know I am mean! Couldn't help it!!š
But if it is done wont it be a case of endowing her with enlightenment? š¤¢
How she receives it is another matter!!!š
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