Guru Nanak Chamatkar (Part 2)-Bhai Vir Singh English ... - Vidhia.com

GURU NANAK CHAMATKAR PART-II 5
I am an uneducated village woman, not very old. I haven't seen the world
much. You may be from some fairyland. I may do something wrong.
Musician: Why are you having such a mishriving?
Woman: You have been hunhJTY for three days and still you are not
worried. When you sing, you spread mahric. I have never observed this in
humans. When I was a child, I used to listen to stories. I am recalling and
remembering those. It appears as if you are from a fairyland. But, I am not
intelligent. I am only a village woman. May be you are those who are called
divine. 0 Brother, you don't get anhl'TY. Village woman are like animals. I
don't have much knowledge. Just don't bother about my plain talk.
Musician (With tears in his eyes): Sister, don't have any misgiving. To
whom you are talking is a human and a disciple of the Guru whom the Lord
has sent to this world. You be assured that I am human.
The woman was now satisfied. She was having the empty earthen pot on
her head. She supported the earthen pot with her hand, bowed her head in
respect and. left.
II
After sometime, the woman came with a pot full of milk on her head. There
was a bronze bowl on the pot, covered with a lid, which contained sugar.
Now her cheeks were rosy, she was experiencing an innocent pleasure.
She was exuberant and had walked fast. When she reached there, the music
was on, the same person to whom she had talked, was playing the music but
the sint,ring was by someone else. When she heard the divine song, her steps
softened and her eyes became meditative. At a little distance she sat down on
the ground. Her head automatically bowed down in respect. Her eyes set
impulsively on the person who was sinhring. So much so, that the eyes stopped
blinking.
The happiness embodied, the meditative effect, the divine aura, the
heavenly grandeur and the divine charm that she never imat,rined, filled her
with wonder and bewildered her. On top of it, the divine music chained her
mind as a deer is chained. She kept on sitting like a stone statue. The simple
and uneducated woman, who had never seen such a thing before, sudclenly
saw heavenly faces and her mind went into ecstasy.
The music went on. She kept the pot of milk down and she became spell
bound in seeing the holy persons. The song was over. The music stopped.
The musician and the Singer, both became silent and trcmquillity prevailed.
But the woman's eyes were so fixed on the singer that they did not even blink.
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