I am a Flute! Share
I am made of a simple wood... That blows the tunes of heaven only when handled with care! However, my luck has never been in my favor. I asked myself, a place which is made of bamboos so I have been placed in it. An ordinary being born in an ordinary family with extraordinary capacities. No one has heard me, because every time I was ended in the hands of ignorant. I blew the anger in me, because I was not respected. That anger was treated negatively that I ended up being cornered. Every time someone tried to play on me, they preferred keeping it aside because they assumed it only blows the bitter tunes. They never tried to understand the depth and mysteries which they could have enjoyed if they would have had patience to discover the melodies in me and tried to play the right raga on right time, which requires taleem.
Dare to come near me!! I promise I'll play your composition whether it is in vilambit lay(slow tempo), madhya lay(medium tempo) or drut lay(fast tempo), but give me your patience and respect I deserve; you’ll be awestruck by the epitome of knowledge I possess, by my creativity which expels itself through various moods of life. I can be sweet, charming but at the same time I can revolt when I’ll see wrong.
I’m not a guitar explicitly beautifying myself. But I’m a simple ordinary flute who’ll not come into notice because it lacks the luster to impress the mass. There have been many people who came and left! But it’s my traditions which have always been standing beside me. I still possess a place of bamboos because I know that’s the best they can provide me in a world which is full of tribulations. I got the best from them and now it’s time for me to deliver the rest! I owe a responsibility to pronounce name of my ideals. Therefore, I stand, more confident today yet leveled on earth. People have started recognizing my ragas but I haven’t yet been trapped in the devotional rasa which is divine.
It’s a difficult task to recognize the melodies in me, because I don’t allow myself to be heard where the sur and soul are not the precedence. My secret of happiness, when I still continue to live an ordinary life; are few people who have amalgamated well with the tunes of my life.
My struggle persists to find Krishna in whose hands I’ll play the beauty of life!
Astha Nagpal
Student of psycho social clinical studies