Wednesday, May 21, 2014

The mendicant and the harmonium

Lakshmi always rushed to the door from the kitchen with a tumblerful of rice when she heard the soulful music from the harmonium coming from a distance. She liked to watch him play the instrument effortlessly accompanied by his soft rendering in his sweet voice of Thyagaraja keerthans or bhajans.The man in his late fifties came invariably around 8.30  ,one or two minutes this way or that, in the mornings.
Clad in dhoti passing through the legs without any shirt to cover his bare chest, he had a turban like head gear in yellow cloth with a long portion falling behind his back. A glistening brass vessel spherical in shape hung on his shoulder. He seemed to forget the surroundings when he sang with his eyes half closed pouring out his soul in praise Sri Rama.
It appeared to Lakshmi when he played on the harmonium gently passing his fingers over the keys, he was plucking at the heart strings of the very god in whose praise he was ecstatically singing. Even the hardened soul not given to aesthetics cannot miss the richness of his voice and the devotion in his dulcet music. He did not linger beyond a minute or two for the lady of the house to offer the bhiksha (alms).An unchavrutti (one who lived on alms) brahmin he lived on the offerings and would return when the vessel turned full. He never collected more than the day’s requirement.

Lakshmi was taught classical Carnatic music as a young girl. Her dad had bought a harmonium years back to keep the rhythm. She had learnt music for eight years and could sing well but relish good music better. With children grown up and the household chores taking her time, she left singing totally. Her two sons had no aptitude for Carnatic music.
The mendicant knew by long experience that this lady would not fail to offer the rice. She would rush to the door even when he was a few houses away and once he reached her door she would walk slowly to savour for longer time the matchless patterns of music that he created from the harmonium. Though a poor man in rags, she had a great respect for the man whose music and musical imagination she felt would have received wide acclaim had he been exposed to the connoisseurs and the Sabah secretaries. Most probably he had scorn for such publicity to what was purely a musical expression of his devotion to his god. He was like a flower ’born to blush unseen and waste its fragrance in the deserted air’ though he never thought on those lines. She occasionally made small talk with him if he had failed to turn up the previous day. His songs lingered in her ears on some days long after he left.
He was not seen for three days continuously. She was a bit worried whether he had fallen sick but knew not where and whom to enquire. When she mentioned his absence to her husband, he mocked at her and said “Why do you worry about that poor man? He is just a dignified beggar singing the names of the god to invoke the sympathy of the housewives?’ She became angry and did not pursue the conversation with him. She silently prayed to god for the well being of the singing mendicant.
As if in answer to her prayer, she heard the next day the song from outside her door without the accompaniment of harmonium. She hastened with the rice to see him standing without the harmonium hanging from his shoulder. He looked weak with his cheeks sunken. She asked him “You were not seen for three days. What happened? Were you not well? Where is the harmonium?”
He hesitated for a while and slowly replied “There was a minor accident. As ill luck would have it, a cyclist dashed against me and I fell down. I escaped with minor scratches. The harmonium which fell a little away was run over by a speeding tempo and broken to smithereens. It is bad time for me. My lord Sri Rama is testing me. This instrument helped in attracting the griha lakshmis like you. I am now compelled to sing louder the names of the lord.”
She requested him to wait for a few minutes and rushed inside to the puja room where she had kept her harmonium. It was kept covered in cover made of red velvet cloth. She stood for a minute with her eyes closed before the god as if seeking His permission to take away the harmonium. She hurried back to the front door and offered the harmonium without a word to him. When he raised his eyes from the instrument to hers, she could see the surprise and the warmth.
 She slowly removed the cover and asked him “Please accept this offering. I am in fact selfish and wish to hear your divine music from this harmonium that once belonged to me .It was lying idle in the puja room and would now be put to better use for which it was intended. Do not hesitate. I am like your daughter.”

 He wiped the tears of joy and gratitude from his eyes and smiled at her. She requested “Can you please sing the piece “Nithi sala sukhama, Ramudu sannithi seva sukhama” for me once?” He kept silent with his eyes closed for a few moments and then sang the timeless piece softly spreading the mysterious joy and tranquility that only the devout can invest in their music. After the song was over, he took a small quantity of rice from his vessel and sprinkled on her head blessing her “Dheerga sumangali bhava”

25 comments:

  1. Oh! Such a wonderful treat to music lovers and I am one.

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  2. Good one KP. It takes a lot for one to part with their thing. Lakshmi did so unhesitatingly and that happens when one is of true intent of empathy.

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  3. It's a good lesson to people who cling on to unnecessary things in life, just because they think they possess it or just because they think it is expensive. One thing I've failed to understand is, how can a moral ever 'possess' land or any other form of nature?

    Destination Infinity
    PS: It's good that you didn't create a twist in the end. The story is fine as such and a twist would have made it slightly artificial. Good attempt and a nice play with emotions.

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  4. I am not in a level to comment, I just want to appreciate!

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  5. I cannot comment , but only appreciate ! Indeed there are few who unhesitatingly give, like Lakshmi in the story.

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  6. Very emotional story! Yes, any twist would have spoiled the emotion you had created throughout the story!

    Nithi saala sukhama...is a lovely song!

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  7. A beautifully narrated story with a devotional hymns. Music for the soul.

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  8. Just loved it so much, I can see myself in Lakshmi and relate to what and how she felt. The power of music is such that it makes the real admirer selfless and full of true love.

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  9. Namaste.......
    things, things, things, we cling to things yet when we depart of this world we carry nothing, nothing, nothing, not even the carcass we lived in.

    great story as per usual, keep up the good work

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  10. It's a lovely story. Enjoyed the narration.

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  11. If oly everyone was as compassionate as Lakshmi. :) Nice story

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  12. The music lover in me longed to hear his voice too :) i luv singing and pancha rathna keerthans are my fav :) the lady though made me think of my mom :) very brilliant narration kp :)

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  13. Wonderful story!!! Brought tears to my eyes. I have seen people like this during my childhood at my grandmother's place in Srirangam. They are an extinct breed now ( as also people like Lakshmi I guess)

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  14. Unchavrithi is still practised as a part of the annual 'Bhajanotsavam' at Thrissur and Palakkad, in Kerala. That's the time we get to see unchavrithi singers. Otherwise we wouldn't know of them.
    This is such a sweet story. I felt happy that Lakshmi found a good person to entrust her harmonium with !

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  15. The joy of giving is more than anything else.
    Sadly very few people use the harmonium now a days.

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  16. The joy of giving is better than anything else.
    Sadly you don't see the Harmonium in use now a days.

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  17. Such a lovely story, Sir.
    Moved me to tears.
    We are selfish even while gifting... Great that Lakshmi's Harmonium would be used better:)

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  18. Oh, beautiful story! You are a superb story-teller .Each post you bring about some new feature about man and his joys and strengths...
    Thank u
    Enjoyed it very much~

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  19. Nice one. I am surprised to see an old post and not a new story this time. Are you travelling?

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  20. Lovely story about two 'ordinary' persons who are extraordinarily noble! It shows how inspiration can be found in everyday life.

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  21. Once again it touched my heart....I love the way you portray characters, I always felt content to read it as like your stories is like my great wife....:-) Bless you a pure soul

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  22. Great touching story and always filled with joy....ur stories always remind me about this profound life where we failed to see the small gud things....bless u a pure soul!

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