Memoir; D.S.Telang (Jabalpur)
Clock,Pendulum and Violin; Broken hearts’ vibrations
December 3rd 2017 that was a night of super
moon of In India lacation Jabalpur Lat …Long ....On that day I was at Jabalpur
on tour.The whole day was quite busy and tiring for me.In the evening as per
programme I was preparing me to meet my extra-ordinary and innovative uncle
Bhau kaka,known in society as Bhau i.e. Shri Dattatreya Shankar Telang.He was a
commerce teacher by profession that too of a private institution.His whole life
was full of struggle and an unsung lyric of unnoticed genius, say a
multifaceted artist. Being an artist and poet I only could hear his painful
sound vibrating through his descriptions while seeing his musical as well as science
based models,assembled and made of waste materials collected from Jabalpur’s great
second hand and thrown away heritage materials' market GURANDI. Rather I
remember him a jeweler of old things. He was known for his micro-macro level skills
of watch & clock making and repairing works, which was his hobby besides
his teaching job. Association of so long years since my childhood to my mature
days I remember him as an image of HANOOSH of our times.(#
Hannosh a classic play written by great and legend hindi writer Nirmal Verma in
which he described the life of old times clock mechanic character Honnosh of Chzekoslovakia), Oh ! the Hanoosh infront
of me that too in my family.A weird thought whirling me that whole night at
hotel, that thought squeezing me again and again,an eternal question walked in
mind “At last who was proven blind,the Haanoosh himself or the persons around
him or the system or me myself….I love this thought,so this Hanoosh,of course
my uncle /kaka,the Bhau kaka.
Back again onto the point, that
night sky was clear and brightness of stars giving feeling of some stop
signaling about an invisible clock's swinging pendulum. From the window of
hotel's room I witnessed the super moon a rare cosmological and spiritual
scene, no words to specify, I found here just to put an exclamation symbol “!”.
It is reminded here that my
genius uncle had built his own home from his own masonry skills and hard labour
During construction, I have seen him preparing plinth and all foundation works
and shifting bricks and concrete on first floor. All the house hold items like
sofa,chair-table,dining table were designed and crafted by him with his own carpentry
skills.I must say he was totally a creative person. His masterpiece works would
be noticed in miniature models of musical instruments i.e.Violin,Sitar,Tabla
and many more, which merely not a showcase property but surprisingly they all
were operative that too in tuned level of efficiency. All that tiny models of
musical instruments must now be lying somewhere like orphaned, I hope if I
could get them to take care and preserve those pieces of brilliant human
craftsmanship for next gen ?. I remember the conventional sized Violin was made
by him with great commitment by making base with artistically groomed wooden pegs
for wires, including the beautiful bow to play the Violin. No need to mention
here that the musical souls’ family was communicating through last words via
his subconscious which touched him deeply during the process of making Violin
or musical instruments .
On that night of super moon further
events were more mystical and strange for me, when going on the way I stopped
for a while to one of my friend's shop near Dutta temple,he reminded me that today
is the birth anniversary of Lord Datta,one of the most believed sage of marathi
people,I went inside the temple along prayed there and soon after before
turning back I touched the feet of God Datta statue made of black granite
stone. So after accomplishment I was at my uncle's doorsteps,same real and
strange story begins with here, during intimate talks uncle elaborated the
steps of painful treatment of throat cancer being faced by him along with the
lessons of human life he had came across through this path. At last from his murmur
sound as I remember he expressed his wish ( now I could say, the LAST WISH ! )
,he said very painfully " I want to play Violin, please bring a Violin for
me, I want to play Violin...”,this was the moment of no word for me, listening
to that, after a great silence, I replied-Ok ! we will see to it, take care of
yourself at present, after a period of considerable time I took his permission
to leave and touched his feet as a token of respect but...but what's this ! Oh
! Oh…! my god, the same strange and cold feeling of touching a stone, literally
stone,Yeh ! that black stone !,the same black stone just experienced an hour
before by me in the Datta temple on Datta jayanti,Uncle from neck to feet was
converted into black stone due to radiation treatment, but the stone (!) was
still vibrating, whispering his last words "I want to play a Violin,bring a
Violin for me...!".This might be human Dattatreya’s appearance.Or was he an
incarnated God at that moment !
During my path of return I
was amazed of coincidences, the super moon, Datta Jayanti,Lord Dattatreya
and too cold-icy touch of granite stone statue and the feet alike black stone
with same senses, could it be expressed or decoded either way, this way the last
words still ring through my hearts ,might be all Genius enter into cosmos via
our memories by showing multiple equations of probability and possibility, have
you listened to his words of wish here ! ,only an artist would say on the
judgment day the wish of playing music of nature, some history rests in
memories only, they are not meant for books, just to feel and experience only,
Here its all enough to say, isn't it !
# ( A month later my uncle passed away ! ).
# Its a tributary remembrance
to a genius of society.
# A supermoon is a full moon or a
new moon that approximately coincides with the closest distance that
the Moon reaches to Earth in its elliptic orbit, resulting in a slightly
larger-than-usual apparent size of the lunar disk as seen from Earth.
Article by; Raag Telang
raagtelang@gmail.com
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