Woke up in the morning refreshed by the selective periodic starvation (enshrined in our belief and dharma as a “fast”). This has been ensconced in India for thousands of years as part of life. The health benefits have become apparent in a “modern scientific” syntax over the last few decades and a Japanese physiologist who explained this won a Nobel Prize for Medicine and Physiology for his work.
Today is also a conjunction of the birthday of one of the best recognized humans on the planet and “Parivartani Ekadashi -also called Vaman Ekadashi”. Modiji completes 71 years of age today. No one Indian (and I truly include many before and with him) has worked so hard in the truest sense for the people of the country. I am reminded of an unforgettable musical creation by my favourite male vocalist outside Hindustani Classical Music, Jagjit Singh. A man whose singing was also close to Dad’s heart. He liked this one very much and we have heard it together scores of times.
A song composed in Bhairavi, the raag usually rendered at the end of a musical recital.
Raag Bhairavi is truly the king of the morning Raags. It produces a rich, clear yet calm atmosphere. The Rishabh and Dhaivat used here are oscillating which is strongly recommended in this Raag and it makes the Raag mood intense. Every single time I have heard Bhairavi, it has always made me much the calmer person , introspective and the mindspace becomes cleared of all perturbation, and a blissful pacific sense is induced.
This is an experience that is beyond the pale of mere words. A glimpse of the divine bliss everyone seeks and struggles for throughout life.
Isn’t it a bit oxymoronic that we struggle to achieve peace?
That which is always within oneself, just that one is blinded to what lies underneath in the blinding attraction for the glitz, glamour and heady addiction for what lies without.
The lyrics are sublime. Jagjitji’s silken honey soaked voice is just right to soothe the disturbed mind and focus once again on the task at hand and remind me of what lies within.
मेरी तन्हाइयों तुम ही लगा लो मुझको सीने से
के मैं घबरा गया हूँ इस तरह रो रो के जीने से
ये आधी रात को फिर चूड़ियाँ सी क्या खनकती हैं
कोई आता है या मेरी ही ज़ंजीरें छनकती हैं
ये कैसी हूक सी उठती है ख़ामोशी के सीने से (ये बातें किस तरह पूछूँ मैं सावन के महीने से)
बहुत लम्बी है राहें प्यार की, और ज़िन्दगी कम है
घटा भी घिर के आई है, दिये की लौ भी मद्धम है
किनारा दूर होता जा रहा है फिर सफ़ीने से
(सफ़ीना = कश्ती, नाव)
पीने दो मुझे अपने ही लहू का जाम पीने दो
ना सीने दो किसी को भी मेरा दामन ना सीने दो
मेरी वहशत ना बढ़ जाये कहीं दामन के सीने से
—- प्रेम वरबाटोनि
Stay calm, folks, as I spend the day engulfed, lost in the words, the rendition, the raag and thoughts of the two greatest men in my life who for varying but similar reasons will remain the two men I have been most influenced by in my earthly existence thus far. Stay safe and healthy..