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A major part of my life was spent in Panaji, Goa. Our residential area was peaceful with the gentle roar of the sea in the background. It was in my early days of school when I first heard those melodious harmonium tunes combined with a powerful voice.

I looked at the other children in the balcony opposite my house and we all wondered who it was. A common thought on everybody’s mind was that – here’s a beggar! He must be singing for money and what else!

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I then saw a slightly middle-aged man with a woman who wore an old saree. The man, in tattered clothes, walked around playing the harmonium and singing songs of the Raj Kapoor era. I rushed to my Mom and said, “Mom, there’s a beggar and he is singing well too! Are we supposed to give him money?”

My mother corrected me and told me to avoid using the term – beggar. I was too young to understand her sentence completely at that time but kept it in mind. I noticed her acts of kindness were not ‘throwing coins’ to the singer as my neighbours did, but she personally went down with food, money and even clothes. She mentioned to me, “Clothes are also useful apart from money. We must share what we have, be it food, clothes or anything that could help them.” She has always been particular about treating people with equality and kindness, not just to humans, but to animals as well. She always taught me to respect people of all strata of society as even if everybody is not born equal in status or wealth, we all have to show humanity to every living being.

The man and the woman with him gladly took the clothes. My mother’s acts of kindness left an indelible mark on my mind. The old man with his singing prowess made me wonder why he was born poor! With all that talent, surely he could have led a better life? The harmonium he carried was of a heavy make and he used to balance it on one thigh while standing on one leg, as he sung out loud and clear. He sang with a lot of pain and feelings and I sensed that at an early age. Even my harmonium teacher could not play as well as he could.

My family did everything possible to help them at that time. Unfortunately, in those days, there were no help centers they could run to or social media sites to quickly spread the word and get help. The couple used to turn up suddenly and disappear.

Time ticked by fast. From school, it was college and then graduation. I then landed in Pune for a job. One of my jobs as a writer was in a residential area in Pune. That was the time when I heard a strong, melodious voice rise up to the third floor. It sounded familiar. Then I heard the harmonium tune. The image of a handsome Raj Kapoor wavered before my eyes. I rushed down with a colleague to find out about the singer. I was tearing with excitement at this point.

As I suspected, I was shocked and pleasantly surprised to see the same couple, who once sang on the roads of Goa. The man looked weathered with age. His voice remained unchanged. I felt awkward but somehow mustered courage to talk to them. When I inquired, the woman shared that they were the same couple from Goa. She was shocked to see me and recognized me. She did remember my street though. The man, however, had lost his vision due to old age and an infection. I was sorry to know that. The couple hailed from Gujarat and used the train service to travel to and fro. They had no home as their children did not care for them anymore, the lady said.

I offered to help her further and collect help from my friends and colleagues. I requested her to come the next day. People from the neighboring areas gathered around them and even got the elderly person a chair to be seated, so that he could sing. Such was the power of his voice. He still carried a heavy harmonium.

Sadly, the couple never came the next day. Maybe they were stuck in some other area. I tried to trace them but had no news. I only hoped to God they were safe.

One fine day, in a local Marathi newspaper, I saw an article at the bottom corner. I recognized the photo. The same couple again! The article praised their skills a lot. I was shaken when I read that the elderly gentleman was one of the team members of Raj Kapoor’s orchestra. He had played for all his major films. Well, no wonder he could sing so well. His fingers used to run across the harmonium keys with ease. He had even received an award and an institution had pledged to help them further. (In the olden days, money did not flow around in large numbers despite the talent, unlike the case of the film industry today.)

This made me feel so happy and I remembered my mother’s words about being kind and showing respect to everyone around me. Money and status can never define a person’s worth and talent. In this case, the man was only poor in terms of money but rich in talent! I was glad we had stayed connected with them in Goa and helped them in every little way. I thank the neighbours who pitched in to make their life a little easy and pleasant. Time and situations may have taken them on a new road altogether, but I am sure they touched many lives on the way. It’s not that we, as the society were kind towards them, they were so kind in sharing their beautiful music and making our evenings special!

Before I moved to Bangalore, I donated my harmonium to a temple. I thought someone deserving should use it as I really did not have the talent to do justice to it.

It may not be possible for every person to go out of his/her way to help others, but every little act counts. Although today’s schedules are busy, a drop in the ocean still holds value for many others who may be less fortunate than you are today.

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Brass Items

I find it fun to browse around local art and craft exhibitions! It’s not overpriced like the malls and you get to interact with the real artisans….not traders who only know to market the products. Here, you can bargain and fight for the item you love! And hey, if you are lucky enough, you may just get it for the price you want.

I loved the little brass items. The idols of Hindu Gods and Goddesses are also done with some fine detailing. I’ve been to many such places in Pune, Mumbai and Bangalore. However, the thirst to find a good bargain always pulls me towards this. It’s like a culmination of various states of India, under one roof. The colors of Gujrat, accessories of Odisha, brass items, Kolkatta sarees (Indian garment)…..sigh!!

Is it time for me to shop already….(!!) 🙂

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Close Up of Brass Vessels
 

Do clothes really maketh a man? Naaaah, that’s what many would claim. Well, I agree that a person cannot be judged by the way he/she dresses up but then, that’s no excuse to turn into a slob! Many feel fashion is a waste of time and fashion designers are nothing else but a fancy way to describe a tailor. But honestly speaking, there can be so much of design involved only in the way we dress! You don’t have to own an Armani suit to look like a million bucks, but certainly being neat and tidy helps. Would you like to be served by a slob at your most favorite restaurant? I’m sure you won’t! Apart from being well-dressed, one also needs to remember that good attire also blends well with etiquette. That’s what best represents a well-groomed person. I often wonder though, is etiquette a thing of the past? Considering the fact that people can push you rudely aside without even uttering anything that is remotely close to an ‘excuse me’, shows that etiquette is dying out fast like the dinosaurs did millions of years ago!  Well, so where are we headed to I wonder!

 

There is design in everything. I often pity those who don’t see and appreciate the finer things in life. I always feel there is a special story in everything I come across. The seaside in the morning hours is one of the most amazing things in the world. The blue sea dotted with the white shade of the oncoming waves, the free birds on their morning hunt for breakfast forming a pattern in the sky, the leaves fallen on the sidewalk, the tiny crabs that weave a pattern on the sand in the undisturbed morning hours…ah! There is design in everything! Have you had a closer look at the beautiful blooms on the trees? Or appreciated that sudden gust of wind that refreshes you after a hard day’s work? Well, not many quite do that do to their busy schedules. I wish more people would appreciate the finer things in life. Perhaps this would make one realize there’s more to life than just work and scaling the professional ladder. It’s time to wake up and smell the flowers!