His Sound of flute was mesmerizing to the ears, the tone was much captivating and pulled one towards its source. As I was brisk walking, with each passing step, the sound was getting loud and more rhythmic …may be he was a professional player, the flute was just acting as a guinea pig to the player but the aura he was spreading unknowingly was godly!
Suddenly, the man came to my sight and I could locate him just cross the road standing in with hordes of flutes – some hanging along with a bag he was carrying. The flute was of different sizes and colors. Another observation I could record was that he was carrying loads of Peacock feathers which added to his kitty of sell – maybe he was a roaming market in himself – whatever he could carry with ease was there in his kitty!
Out of curiosity and the versatility of the sounds he was making through that little log of wood with caricatured holes which made sounds of different pitch. I could never think of such a simple wooden piece can make such a melody, but here was a man standing in front of me making it happen!
I went as a buyer to him and
started to converse, though I wanted him to play endlessly but he suddenly stopped
and asked me what I wanted – I just wanted to ask him if he could be a teacher
or a guru to me to teach me this art but that was just an imagination. I thus
asked him what was the cost of the “Bansuri” which he was so melodiously playing.
He started to show me a range of flutes in his own marketing style, but I was
just interested with the same flute he was playing himself , as if he had that
magical wand which anyone could just have played without any practice.
His short parable was interesting and I could learn that, with no formal training of music , here was a man who was such a perfection incarnate to play the flute as if it was coming out of something divine!
No wonder we struck a deal, and I
bought the merchandise without any much haggle – the honor of having it from a
street hawker so versatile was all mine! Now also, sometimes I see him quite
often playing the flute with all his character – the music is still divine and
makes me know that the unlearned musician has come and make us all sink in his
divinity of music…
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