Living in The Presence

  The Mother : Contact


My Education In Music


My life became quite packed after I started school and began working with Prithwisingh-da in the afternoon. On top of that, I had also started doing sports activities from 1952. The days filled up considerably with all these different activities. In the midst of all this, the only thing that I missed was my singing. One day when the opportunity came, I asked the Mother:


    I - Mother, in 1943, when I came here, Dilip-da listened to my singing and said that he liked my voice. He wanted to teach me singing and so whenever I came here for a few days for Darshan I used to go to him for music lessons. Mother, now that I have come to live here, could I join his music class?

    Mother - Yes, of course, you can learn music from Dilip. It will do you a lot of good. And why don't you also learn from Sahana. Do you know her?

    I - Yes, Mother. She is a friend of my mother's. She sometimes comes home.

   Mother - Tell her that I have asked you to learn singing from her.

   And thus, I began my singing lessons with Dilip-da and Sahana-di, both well-known singers. I enjoyed going to their classes. In Calcutta I used to learn kathak dancing from Gopal-da who was a disciple of Shambhu Maharaj. As there was nobody in the Ashram who could teach me this style, my kathak learning came to a stop. Anuben who had been a student of the renowned dancer Uday Shankar was responsible for teaching dance at the Ashram then. Taking permission from the Mother I began my dance lessons with her. After a few days of classes, I once again asked the Mother on finding the right occasion,

    I - Mother, I used to learn to play the piano in Calcutta. Could I continue my piano lessons here?

    Mother - No, there is nobody here who can teach that. (In fact, there was no provision for piano classes then.)


    On another Occasion:

    I - Mother, there is another music teacher at the Ashram. Tinkori-da. Can I also learn from him?


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    Mother - No, that won't be necessary.

    In 1952, I was almost a novice in the life of the Ashram and so I used to ask the Mother for everything. That was the rule in the Ashram. No one did anything without Her consent. That is why I would consult the Mother even about the little things of my life. On another such occasion:

    I - Mother, I would like to learn Indian classical music.

    Mother - Why?

    I - I love Indian classical music. I was learning it while I was in Calcutta.

    The Mother remained silent for some time as if she was in thought. Then She said:

    Mother - For learning classical music you need a very good teacher. We don't have anybody of that level here. Besides, India is full of classical music. Now that you have come here, your primary purpose in life is the growth of this inner life. It is fine that you are learning music with Dilip and Sahana.

    The Mother once again became silent. Then with great force and firmness, She said, "What I want from you is music, but the music that flows from your soul. I want to see you create your own music." As She said this, She tapped me hard on my chest two-three times and kept looking into me for a while in a most serious way. What the Mother told me then I could not quite figure out. Not at all. In fact, I was too young to understand. I just kept staring at the Mother, nonplussed. Some time passed in this silence. I could not pluck up enough courage to tell Her that I had not understood what She had said. The Mother kept on looking at me in that solemn way. Silence still reigned between us. Then carried away by a strong emotion, my hands touched Her feet. And at once, Without any thinking, I blurted out these words to the Mother, words that welled up from my inmost being, "O Mother, all that is impossible can become possible thanks to Your compassion. Make me worthy of receiving Your compassion. Bestow on me the Grace to be worthy of Your compassion."

    After I had uttered these words, the Mother placed Her right hand on my head, closed Her eyes and meditated for a


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while. I too remained in Her presence in that silence with my eyes closed.


    Before I close this chapter, a couple of things come to mind. Today, after all these years, as I have sat down to write about the Mother, my life seems to unfold before my eyes like a film. The Mother's words ring within me, "What I want from you is music, but the music that flows from your soul. I want to see you create your own music." I also remember my staring at Her that day, nonplussed, unable to comprehend what Her words meant at that time.

    I remember now about the Music section. I once told the Mother, "I have almost exhausted my collection of songs. What shall I do now?" Very spontaneously the Mother replied, "Why, now you start composing!" "But, Mother, I have no idea about composition!" I retorted. I still recollect that evening's extraordinary experience which shines ever brightly in my heart. What I remember above all are the Mother's reassuring words, "When I give someone a responsibility, I also give that person the force to carry it out." And indeed today I can feel with my whole being that force the Mother talked about. When She had spoken to me about my music, I had not the slightest inkling of musical creation in me. Writing poems in Bengali was farthest from my capabilities. All this happened quite some time later, entirely because of the Mother's Grace. That is why if I have been able to capture a drop from that infinite, unfathomable ocean of music, then that drop of music too is but Her gift. Whatever I have been able to create has been made possible by Her touch and Her blessing. It is nothing more.


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