In Tight Hug
Come closer. More. Even more. Now for a moment try to forget from where you came and to where you have to go. Close your eyes for a moment. After opening the eyes take three deep breaths. Caress your lips with your tongue and now read…
What you did after reading above few lines was not wastage of time. It was an exercise to feel what I am going to tell you. I have seen a passionate hug. A hug as romantic as journey of a lover’s fingers in beloved’s long hairs, a hug as tight as the lid of hot water bottle, a hug as pious as the closeness of our two hands in the position of prayer and a hug as long as a lonely night.
It was Friday, a real good Friday for me, when I left my home around 9AM. My shadow was with me, and I want to tell you that I love her a lot. She was looking in to my eyes with a smile on perfect cut of lips. I smiled in response without effort. Because whenever she comes she comes as a smile on my lips.
She was aware that I am going. Still she asked lovingly, “So, are you going?”
Again I smiled in response.
She continued the conversation, “I am really happy for you that you are taking a step ahead.”
I replied, “True, a step ahead with you.”
“You know this time I shall not be sad after your departure, Just because you are moving ahead.” She said and I realized that I was really moving ahead with my luggage trolley. I pushed the trolley towards a corner of the airport. My desire to talk to my shadow was at peak. Although when we talk she owns the ninety percent portion of our conversations. Have you ever heard your shadow speaking? Boosting your morals, taking you to the other world where nothing matters. She said that I know you will rock there. Just then ground staff announced about Chennai flight. I hugged her in such a manner so that she enters back into me.
Chennai. It was not my first visit in that city but the excitement was as if I am going there first time and that’s too as state guest and to meet the king of Madras. No he was not the king but Madras appears on the world map due to him. He is Mozart of Madras, A very simple, soft and sincere guy, who conquered the world of music with his original work and sheer passion.
He knows only one word in this verbose world and that world is devotion. Devotion towards music and devotion towards Allah, he is really part of God more than we are, He is Allah Rakha Rahman. After meeting him I realized that love can take you at any height on this earth. Love can make you Saint and Satan. Love can take you to Heaven or Hell. Love can break you into pieces and also can keep you in peace.
I stayed for three days with Rehman and I always find him in the tight embrace of music. I always saw that Saraswati is sitting on his left. I always saw that unsung melodies are floating on his lips. I always saw that he is in the tight hug of musical notes. I wonder why people say that he is a music director. A. R. Rehman is not a music director, he is music creator in true sense. Only I know that Humbleness is nick name of Rehman. Long live the Mozart of Madras.