Living in The Presence
- To begin with..
- Sri Aurobindo And The Mother
- Longing For Pondicherry
- Our First Darshan Of The Mother
- The Evening Meditation
- The Mother Watches My Dance
- Darshan of Mahadeva
- In The Clutches Of Bhairavi
- Sri Aurobindo's Last Darshan
- The Full Moon Of Lakshmi
- Ornaments
- My Education
- Baba's Coming To The Ashram
- My Education Starts At The Ashram School
- My First Birthday At The Ashram
- The Day After
- My Dance At The Playground
- My Second Birthday At The Ashram
- Aspiration And Receptivity
- My necklace
- My Education In Music
- My First Interview With The Mother
- A Question About The 1st December Programme
- About The 'Aspiration' Dance
- The Dress-Rehearsal Of The 1st December Programme
- My Most Unforgettable Birthday
- Cultivate Your Will-power
- Om
- The Day Of The Programme
- An Experience During The 1st December Programme
- Making The Salwar-kameez For The Mother
- In The Grip Of Jealousy
- An Attempt At a Dance-drama On Savitri
- My Birthday Of 1963
- Will I Ever Transform Myself
- A Dream
- My French Class
- A French Poem On My Birthday
- Programme By The French Class
- Spoken French Class
- Excursions
- Conversation About The Body
- The Mother And Arup
- Organising Programmes by Visiting Artists
- Sangeetmala
- My Programme-loving Self
- The Hour of God
- The Music Section
- Western Music Education
- The Organ From The Mother
- The Dance Of Mahakali
- The Rhythm Eternal
- About Another Programme
- About Rehearsals
- Mischief In The Singing Class
- A Wish Fulfilled
- A Little Problem
- Imitating The Mother’s Music
- No, No, That’s a Music Room
- The Organ Is Your Instrument
- Attack By Negative Forces
- Am I Mad
- Singing Class In Auroville
- A Letter
- Bengali Dramatic Section
- Some Thoughts On Organising Programmes
- Puja-Celebrations By JIPMER Doctors
- All India Radio (Pondicherry)
- Seminar Of World Union
- My Friend
- New Birthday Dress
- Different Schools Of Music
- Total Concentration
- Sri Aurobindo’s Centenary
- Sterling Gold
- To Round Off
- Gratitude Without End
- My Pranam

The Music Section
She
is the golden bridge, the wonderful fire.
The
luminous heart of the Unknown is she...
Mother
- I would like to open a Music section here. . .see what
you can do with it.
Saying
this, the Mother held my head with both Her hands
and closed Her eyes for some time. These words of the Mother
were so very unexpected that I just could not believe my
ears. I was not sure if I had heard right or was it a projection of
my imagination. Then, the Mother opened Her eyes and
said sweetly smiling:
Mother - I don't have any room for it at the moment. I will
ask Kireet to find something. When we get something, I will
inform you. Do you have any space in your house to take classes?
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I - (Realising I had indeed kennel correctly) Yes, Mother, there is
a big verandah at the entrance to the house. That is where I used
to practise and prepare for the Sangeetmala programmes. The
space is quite sufficient. I also practise my dance there with Charupada
who accompanies me on the tabla.
Mother - Good. So start your classes there. I will tell Kireet
about it. Boys and girls will go to you after their Group activities.
Take them once or twice a week, give about an hour or
so after your Group activities for these classes.
I - The children finish sports quite early but my Group ends
later. Can I ask my sister-in-law (Arup's mother) to take some
classes while I am still at sports. My sister-in-law knows singing.
Mother - Yes, that's fine. Start the classes in this way for now.
I will give you another space when something is available.
Then
the Mother concentrated on me once again for some
time. I felt a great strength enter me at Her touch. I bowed
my head at Her lotus feet, then holding them I told Her, "Divine Mother, with Your Grace everything is possible." I feel,
at that moment on that day, it was my inmost being
that had spoken those words to the Mother.
A
long time has passed and the Music section has grown. The
Mother has worked through me with the abilities I could muster.
Anyway,
let me come back to that day. I returned with the flowers
and the books given by the Mother to Red House. I felt
another chapter was opening in my life's book.
There
used to be singing classes at the Ashram before this.
When Dilip-da lived here, he would take these classes in
his house which is the present-day Tresor Nursing Home. Sahana-di
also used to take some classes in her house. When the
Mother asked me to take charge of the Music section, I remember
Tinkori-da teaching a few students in two rooms adjoining
the Dance-hall.
I
also remember that when I used to prepare for the Sangeetmala
programmes, if there were any items where students
were involved, the Mother would take keen interest
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The
singing classes started with the little ones. The front verandah
of our house used to come alive with their singing every
evening. I began preparing myself to be able to run this Music
section. However, at all times, I felt the Mother's help. On
Sunday mornings when I went to Her for Pranam, She would
sometimes ask if it was not inconvenient to take classes at home.
She would also explain to me that a good space hid not yet
been found. On one such occasion, the Mother asked me,
Mother - How are your singing classes going?
I - Fine, Mother.
Mother - (selecting flowers to give me) I want to teach music
to all my children, any kind of music. All the children are entitled
to learning music. This, of course, does not mean that all
the students will become expert musicians or artists. But it is
important for them to learn to appreciate music. In Europe, all
the children learn music right from childhood. Many learn to
play the piano from a very tender age. Others learn to play other
instruments. You know music is a great art that helps man
to purify himself. That is why if you have the time,never refuse
any child who wants to learn music.
The
Mother handed me the flowers She had selected and remained
focused on me for quite some time. I felt very consciously that the
Mother was preparing me in order to help me fulfil
my responsibilities in the work She had assigned to me.
My
singing classes in the verandah of the Red House did not
last very long.
A
few months later, Tinkori-da fell ill and he could no longer
go to the Dancing-hall annexe to take his classes. He asked
the Mother if he could continue his classes at home, to which
the Mother gave consent. I was, therefore, given access
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Thus,
I stopped my afternoon duties at the Publication department
and became totally absorbed in the Music section work.
I spent my entire afternoons in the Music section as it began
growing steadily. The Mother would ask me often:
Mother - How are your singing classes going on? Is everything fine?
I - Yes, Mother. By Your Grace, the Music section is growing well.
Apart from teaching singing, what else can I do in the
music classes? What else can I teach the children?
Mother - Make them listen to good music. Select good pieces
of music, like Bach, Beethoven, Mozart or pieces of Indian
classical music, the music of ragas. That will be very beautiful.
I like that sort of music very much. You will have to
make a very fine selection. (then silence, as She began handing me
the flowers one by one. The Mother resumed.) There is another
thing where you will need to be very vigilant. Never let
the students disrespect music. Never. Because pure music comes
from a very high level. That is why it is important that they
learn to respect music from an early age. From your
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I - What is light music, Mother?
Mother - Music that has no spiritual touch at all. The music
that excites the Vital part in us is merely a play of some rhythmic
beats. Always avoid that kind of music. Always stay far
from light film music. These kinds of music are to be categorically
ignored. I don't want any of that.
After
saying this, the Mother looked at me intently for quite
some time.
I - Mother, how can one get that spiritual touch in music?
Mother - Awaken the aspiration. Pray to the Divine for aspiration.
I - (touching the Mother's feet) My sweet Mother, I do not
know what the Divine is. For me He lives in the seventh heaven.
I can't even think of praying to Him. I just know You.
I know that Sri Aurobindo is divine. You are everything to
me. You are my Divine. I, therefore, bow at Your feet and pray
that You help me to experience that pure music, that real music.
Make me pure.
I
once again bowed at Her feet. When I raised my head, I noticed
She was holding a beautiful Surrender rose, and waiting to give it to
me. As soon as I stood up, She continued with a
gentle smile:
Mother - I am not talking to you about that Divine who dwells
in the seventh heaven! I am talking about that Supreme Lord
who dwells in your being. Within you - here, here! (The Mother
placed Her hand on my chest to show me) Try and establish a
connection with Him. He is there! He is there!
A
gentle snowfall of tranquillity touched my body, my mind,
my heart. I kept looking at the Mother's eyes, unable to utter
a word. The Mother too remained silent. Only the eyes communicated.
I don't know how long this lasted. Finally, She
blessed me and I came out of Her room.
On
another occasion, when the Mother enquired about the
Music classes, I told Her, "Mother, you told me to make them
hear good music..." The Mother replied before I had
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After I got this work from the Mother, life was not just a bed of roses. There were difficulties and obstacles along the way. When news got around that a Music section had been started here and I was given its responsibility, some people in the Ashram were happy and some were not. All kinds of comments and criticisms began. Everyone had something to say. This kept increasing and by the time these remarks came to my ears, they became quite consequential. None of the critics came to me directly, they kept discussing amongst themselves. The ones who were happy would express their joy whenever they met me. After the closure of Sangeetmala, a new chapter was opening in the field of music. They were glad at this new development. Instead of simply ignoring all the negative, critical comments by people I began lending them credence and as a result, I became more and more discouraged. It took such a proportion that one Sunday when I went to see the Mother,
Hardly
had the Mother heard this that She revealed Her furious
side. She was indignant. The expression of Her face changed.
With a very loud angry voice, She said, "Go out! GO out!
Go out again! All you can think of is 'go out'! Why can't you
understand that music is within you? Within you? Here! Here!"
Saying this, She tapped me hard on my chest twice. In anger,
Her lips and cheeks started trembling. I became absolutely cold
seeing this aspect of the Mother. That was the last time
I ever spoke to the Mother about going out or of my education
in teaching music! The first and last!
After
this incident, I began feeling quite worthless. How could
I have been affected by the criticism of ordinary people when
the work was entrusted to me by the Divine Mother Herself?
Foolishly, I once again went and told the Mother about
it! I felt ashamed and overcome with regret. However, I did
not feel like adding one more gaffe while trying to rectify the
preceding one. Like a tree feels after a thunderous storm, I
felt the same, broken in heart, mind and body. I went to the Ashram
quietly and sat near the Samadhi. After some time my
being fell completely silent. A wordless prayer rose from within
me like a flame of light.
At Your Feet I lay.
Make me forever Yours,
Your instrument, I pray!
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The
work of the Music section went on growing. Children of all ages began
to join. It became impossible to take their
classes together. They had to be divided into different age-groups
and in accordance with their musical capability. Naturally
for all these different groups, different sorts of musical material
had to be prepared. In the initial years, I had to put
in a lot of work. It also became difficult for me to take Classes
Of all these different levels. One day, finding the right opportunity,
I told the Mother, "Mother, whatever songs I had
gathered Over the years in my musical collection, I have exhausted.
In order to teach all these different levels of students, I need a
huge amount of material, a huge collection of
songs. I have practically run out of ideas, Mother. What Should
I do now?" Looking at me, the Mother said without the
slightest hesitation: "Why? Whatever is needed, create. You
prepare them." "But, Mother, I do not know how to prepare
this. I do not know how to compose music. I can't. Never
have i ever thought of composing music!" The Mother kept
quiet. She offered me the flowers She had in Her hand and
then blessed me. I came away. The rest of the day passed off
like other days. I went for my sports activities in the evening as
usual and then returned home.
Every
evening, upon returning hone from sports, I Would
Switch on the soft blue light in my room. This evening too,
as I was removing my kitty-cap, I switched on the lamp. Nobody
Was home except my mother who was doing her English
homework for Sailen-da's class in the adjacent room. I
Was humming some tune aloud. Then suddenly my head was
abuzz With a ceaseless flow of melodies. One melody after another,
one melody after another! All kinds of melodies, melodies
I had never heard before. My head was overflowing
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I
cannot tarry on the shore anymore.
My
tryst is with the Beloved
Beyond
the ocean without shore.
Whose
call doth me with restlessness fill,
As
upon my little raft I float,
O,
what shall become of me, my Helmsman,
I
cannot see where I drift on my boat.
I
cannot tarry on the shore anymore.
Who
art thou who call'st me thus.?
Call
me again, call me yet again!
In
your beckoning call, for my union with you.
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Mother - There is a region above the earth atmosphere which
is the world of art and beauty. The music that exists there
rarely comes down to our earth. Rarely!
I - Douce Mere, I am seeing you after a long gap, but Your
help, Your grace have continuously been with me, assisting me,
protecting me. The work I used to feel at one time to
be impossible to accomplish, today reveals Your presence, Your
touch, Your light! You are the one who is guiding me along
the path, telling me what I should do.
The
experience of being seated at the feet of the Goddess was
unmistakable. The Mother spoke:
Mother - It will come. Everything will come. Everything is
here. Here! Here! (the Mother touches my heart very softly) Whenever
I give someone a responsibility, I also keep giving the necessary
strength to fulfil it. But when I see that the person
is incapable of taking on the responsibility, I look for another
instrument. (The Mother places Hen hand on my head and
continues) Have faith in me and keep walking. Everything will
surely come. Everything will come.
I - (keeping my hands on Her feet) O Omnipotent Mother, You who can
triumph over all, I have received a touch of Your
grace. I aspire to become more worthy of You. Grant me strength
so that You may make of me a worthier instrument.
Mother - My blessings will always be with you. Always.
My
long association with the Music section has enabled me
to live through many events and incidents. Let me share with
you some of these here.
I
am talking about the time when the Mother had left Her physical
body. Once, a group of young students were dancing to
some light music in front of the Drinking-water room in the school
at about 4.30 in the afternoon when there was nobody around.
Kireet-bhai, our Registrar then, was working in his office
at that time. Hearing this loud music, he went up to these
boys and asked them to stop it at once. The music and
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The
influence and importance of classical music gradually began
to increase in the Ashram. The Mother told me once that She
wanted all Her children to learn music, some sort of music. In
the course of years we had an influx of several teachers of music
into the Ashram and now there exist ample opportunities to
learn Carnatic or Hindustani vocal, Sitar, Sarod, Flute, Esraj, Tabla,
Piano, Recorder, Violin, Cello, Synthesizer, Guitar, etc.
Today,
after all these years of working in the Music section and
after having come in contact with numerous renowned visiting
artists, I feel deeply that it is not enough to have good teachers
of music or have at our disposal limitless possibilities of
learning music. One has to have the right temperament for music
and deep within oneself, a true, genuine urge and aspiration
to pursue this great art.
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