Monday, 9 January 2017

Untold story of mind

  I was in a hurry to reach Sri Shankar Lal Auditorium of Modern School where Swami  Haridas Tansen  Sangeet -Nritya Mahotsava was organized by Kathak dancer Uma Sharma.I wished to reach there before time so that I could get chance for front row seat. Alas, as soon as I reached there almost all the first five rows were filled. Without looking no chance I occupied two seats in the mid row. Once my hubby entered the auditorium he tried to find a seat in the third row. Finding no other options I silently went there and looking forward to the better chance. In the meantime audiences filled throughout the auditorium. Before the scheduled time of programme suddenly few people were rushed towards the stage. I immediately picked up the intention, without making any delay I also went to stage to occupy a seat. My main motive for this change of place was the close view of the programme.So that I could get more opportunity to enjoy the music as well as to shot the photographs of the artists. As per scheduled time programme started. HCL chairman Shiv Kumar Nadar was invited to inaugurate the show as his company took responsibility for sponsorship.  Uma Sharma presented her speech for the audience.  Then Ustad Shajjan Khan performed Sitar along with his co-associates tabla players.He presented fantastic music for all. When next show announced then I desperately waited to see the artist live. The moment Ustad Amjad Ali Khan entered into the stage then an electrified sound came from the audience with clappings and a standing ovation.  I was also wondering to watch all this view directly. Once Khan Saheb ready to perform he spoke about his legacy of Sarod and his native place Gwalior. Last but not the least he very politely took the name of   Mrs. Subhaluxmi.Suddenly I moved my eyes towards the VIP corridor where I spotted an elegant lady looking towards Mr. Khan with twinkling eyes. Unknowingly I repeatedly looking towards her. Even I tried to pick up her portrait through my lens. Time had stood still for a moment. That was the moment one point strike inside my mind. Though many times I saw her photo in many magazines.  But never experienced such an amazing sight. Such a humble lady with high graceful gesture it's just not possible to express her beauty in words. Even married to such a high profile musician she never tried to come to the limelight of public.Though she hailed from Assam and mastered herself on Bharat Natyam she gave up her career and stood up like a pillar of strength behind the successful career of Maestro on the music of sarod. Her royal looks with dignified gestures made it clear that how great she is to have a proud mother of two young sons and successful husband whose contribution in the field of music is immense. I steadily looked towards her and tried to focus on her eyes. Her stunning beauty sparked in every passing time. Once the programme came to an end crowd gathered around her to had a selfie. I very astonishingly stood a little far and just glanced at her movement. Very perfectly she carried herself among audiences. When I came close to her I whispered ' may I have a photograph please Mam', she looked towards me and gave a million dollars smile. I just lost my sense for the moment. Draped herself just designed silk saree with minimum getup but it seemed as if she was from the world of angles. At the exit point, I came again very close to her. But, I thought to frame her beauty within my imagination always. Neither I had met before that nor any chance to make any further meeting with her but she left an unending impressive shadow in my thought. While at her departure time I waved my hand to say bye but bend myself a little bit as she came close towards the window of the car and I just very lightly touched her fingers to say again bye. She repeated that everlasting smile to me and left towards another journey of her life for which God has created such a beautiful person in this world.
  

Sapna Acharya
 Travel Writer    

                      

 
 

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