This format limits the story to 250 words. I pruned it down to 206 words [ including the title].
Just posted in TMJ.
The Musical Way
Our hero is a regular guy [so it seemed] with an irregular goal in life.
He wanted to talk to God.
He read books, talked to people and made lifestyle changes to attain this goal.
He couldn’t understand how a small spark [he didn’t know who put it there] became a blazing inferno within no time.
He considered nAdhOpAsanA [worship by music] but gave up as he knew it would take many lifetimes.
Evenings made him sad and birthdays, sadder.
One day, he thought of an idea, an idea babies and belligerent kids would have approved of.
He bought a violin, as it could inflict maximum damage while in untrained hands.
He found a quiet place [to avoid angry humans] and played on.
As the strain[s] of his music mixed with the longing of his simple heart, God appeared before him.
When loved ones meet after a long time, no words are needed.
Some tears later, our hero said something in all seriousness and God laughed.
God leaves funny love notes everywhere but few people notice them.
Still fewer people make him laugh.
But in this case, God laughed and the violinist laughed too.
It shouldn’t be hard for you to guess why.
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Inspired by a fellow Medhavi’s comment in Sulekha blogs long ago.
At this link,
I was musing what would happen to people who cant reach God by nAdOpAsanA . Readers can check the link above for a gem of a comment.
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written by P. Desikan, 2009-07-23 06:13:08
you have reminded me of one other Medhavi whom we have been missing for quite a while, the good Doctor Kartha!
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written by P. Desikan, 2009-07-23 05:31:28
Keep the music score book aside and use your free will. What can you not achieve with a violin? When God wanted to say enough, what better way than to appear in person, laugh with him and make peace? Peace can of course be achieved with non-violins. Ask the Mahatma.
Or ask the cow which jumped over the moon when the cat fiddled with Ivan's fiddle! You remember the little story I made up for Ishan, don't you?
Purely by chance I happened to mention the story to my grandchild who wanted to read it again and I had to get Sreeparna's help to locate it from older blog entries.
Warm regards. Partha.
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Sorry about the late reply but I seem to get busier in weekends somehow.
Thank you.I like the phrase non violins.:-) Surely the only way to lasting peace.
Yes, everytime I watch the innumerable music based TV shows am reminded of that comment by Dr Kartha.
People sing in earnest but the off key element in the music can only be fully experienced by the listener.
But it is the feeling that counts.
That's what our regular guy thought and he decided on the right instrument.
Someone said this ironically about violins-No one should be allowed to practice this instrument until he is a master!
May be he had an aspirant neighbor and it hurt.
In this case the omnipresent had nowhere to hide. The violinist pointed that out and the Non violinist couldnt control his laughter.
Regards
ns