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Creative persons often respond to crises in their lives with a renewed enthusiasm and vigour for their art and craft. Creative juices help them to not only retain a state of mental equipoise but also pour out some strikingly positive thoughts. The shadow of a deep sorrow within eventually decides to part company and move on to some other soul which happens to be more vulnerable. A pale parabola of joy becomes visible on the horizon, leading the tormented soul from an abyss of darkness to a brighter and cheerier environment. Goddess Saraswati provides a healing touch.

Late Shri Harivansh Rai Bachchan lost his first wife at a young age. One of the poems he penned at the time is a great composition which could enthuse anyone who is grappling with the sudden loss of a loved one.

Translation skills of yours truly are indeed debatable. However, the essence of the poem entitled, say, ‘What has happened has happened‘, is pregnant with some relevant lessons from one’s environment. But before we come to that, let us savour the original first.

जो बीत गई सो बात गई

जीवन में एक सितारा था
माना वह बेहद प्यारा था
वह डूब गया तो डूब गया
अम्बर के आनन को देखो
कितने इसके तारे टूटे
कितने इसके प्यारे छूटे
जो छूट गए फिर कहाँ मिले
पर बोलो टूटे तारों पर
कब अम्बर शोक मनाता है
जो बीत गई सो बात गई

जीवन में वह था एक कुसुम
थे उसपर नित्य निछावर तुम
वह सूख गया तो सूख गया
मधुवन की छाती को देखो
सूखी कितनी इसकी कलियाँ
मुर्झाई कितनी वल्लरियाँ
जो मुर्झाई फिर कहाँ खिली
पर बोलो सूखे फूलों पर
कब मधुवन शोर मचाता है
जो बीत गई सो बात गई

जीवन में मधु का प्याला था
तुमने तन मन दे डाला था
वह टूट गया तो टूट गया
मदिरालय का आँगन देखो
कितने प्याले हिल जाते हैं
गिर मिट्टी में मिल जाते हैं
जो गिरते हैं कब उठतें हैं
पर बोलो टूटे प्यालों पर
कब मदिरालय पछताता है
जो बीत गई सो बात गई

मृदु मिटटी के हैं बने हुए
मधु घट फूटा ही करते हैं
लघु जीवन लेकर आए हैं
प्याले टूटा ही करते हैं
फिर भी मदिरालय के अन्दर
मधु के घट हैं मधु प्याले हैं
जो मादकता के मारे हैं
वे मधु लूटा ही करते हैं
वह कच्चा पीने वाला है
जिसकी ममता घट प्यालों पर
जो सच्चे मधु से जला हुआ
कब रोता है चिल्लाता है

जो बीत गई सो बात गई

(Courtesy: http://kavitakosh.org)

If you had a star in your life which was bright and beautiful, the day it fell from the sky, it just fell. The sky does not grieve over it. When fragrant flowers fall, the forest of honey does not wallow in sorrow. The vessels of mud, containing tissue restoratives, fall and break. But those in a merry making mood move on with their celebration of life. There is not much point in mourning over the loved ones who have parted company for ever.

Life goes on. Look forward to tomorrow with some uplifting thoughts and ideas. Do not grieve over a lost opportunity.

A profound message, indeed.

(PS: If you liked this post, and happen to be a fan of P G Wodehouse, you may like to check this out as well: 

https://ashokbhatia.wordpress.com/2018/02/14/the-death-of-death-at-the-hands-of-p-g-wodehouse)

 

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Dear Amitabh ji,

I often wonder as to how you are able to handle yourself so well despite a continuous barrage of praise getting heaped on you from all sides. How do you keep your mental balance and equipoise in the face of unprecedented love and adulation being received by you at all times?

You conduct and carry yourself so well on KBC. When you suddenly have a winner of a “Ghar Baithe Jeeto Jackpot” award gushing all over you on phone, it is a treat to see your muted and calibrated response! The innumerable gifts and poems being presented to you by those making it to the “hot seat” of this game show do seem to move you but only for a few fleeting moments. You recover very quickly and get back to the job on hand, just like a true professional and gentleman that you indeed are!

You are ten years senior to me. I have had the pleasure of watching you enter Bollywood with “Saat Hindustani”. The way you have re-invented yourself in each of the subsequent decades is something to be learnt from you. Your career and that unique baritone voice is so well documented that I do not wish to bore you by repeating it here.

Some time back, a friend of mine gave me the entire set of four books comprising the biography of your illustrious father. Some parts were very touching – like the one which describes the first meeting between your parents, and the one where Khwaja Ahmed Abbas writes to your father, seeking his consent to offer you a role!

I also found the biography very instructive. It led me to a better understanding of the excellent family background that you have. Sure enough, your grooming has resulted into the calm and mature manner in which you conduct yourself. Your parents have set a fine example for all parents, bringing you up the way they had.

However, other than your excellent grooming, there is apparently something more to your unique quality of not allowing the abundant praise received by you to go to your head. A lesser mortal in your place would have surely become excessively swollen headed by now, leading to his own downfall. The younger actors of today need to learn this from you.

Can you please take some time off your busy schedule and answer this query? How did you develop this trait?

Warm regards,

Ashok Bhatia

Pondicherry, India

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