A Forgotten Mystic
About an year ago, while my Uber driver was driving me back from my cousin’s place to home in Kolkata, I came across a surreal experience. That 20 minutes journey from Harish Mukherjee road to Sharat Bose Road was as if was divinely staged only for me, to awaken my thoughts further on my spiritual journey of experimentation.
I still distinctly remember the face of my driver, a thin lanky old men in his late fifties, and wrinkles all over his brows, face charred black in Kolkata’s humid summer and a very adorable smile on his face. Seeing his calm face, my curiosity posed a quick query to him about his whereabouts and does he own the vehicle which he was driving . He replied gently that he belonged to a small village in Badohi district in Varanasi, UP; he was just a driver and his entire livelihood is dependent only on driving the Uber from last 2-3 years.
After initiating the trip, he asked the permission to play the music in the vehicle. Once I affirmed, he hit the playback button on the stereo system. In my head , I had already made judgement that either it will be old Hindi classics or he will tune to Local city FM channel. However, to my surprise, the initiation of the music was with a celestial sound of tanpura, harmonium and the manjiras, which followed with a very unusual but a though provoking lyrics in a very husky voice. Almost for another 5 mins and 30 seconds, I transcended a different universe where I was just having a brief self-introspection into my life.
The song concluded and my mind was bubbling with curiosity to understand the genesis of this song. He enlightened me that the lyrics were of great Indian mystic, Sant Kabir, sung by Prahald Tipaniya and its a very famous song of Kabir “Zara Halke Gaadi Haanko” . The driver with a child like innocence then mentioned me that every single day, when he is driving, he glues himself to songs of Kabir. I became more curious and asked him the reason of his affinity to Kabir. He replied in Hindi with a vivd glitter in his eyes, “Mann ko saaf kar deta hai, kabhi aajmakar to dekhna” (It just cleanses the mind, someday you too give it a try”). Somewhere on that day I realized the reason behind his child-like innocence and ever smiling face. Again then I muted myself and lend my ears to the next song playing in the background. Each words of the lyrics had a distinct meaning which definitely stirred many emotions in me during that brief journey. Within few minutes he dropped me to my location. While leaving the seat, again he exclaimed excitement, “Kabir vani zaroor sunna , life badal jaayegi” (Definitely Listen to the preaching of Kabir, it will change your life) and silently I smiled back and was on my way to home
Since that day, I initiated my research on various literature about Kabir, his writings, songs, youtube videos. Earlier, during school days, I had read few poems of Kabir, but It never inspired me to read beyond that. But now when I started skimming through his writings, it just fascinates me. A weaver, who had been denied privileges a formal education due to many circumstances during those days, is potentially awakening the entire generation of humanity for decades. Whenever I meander through any of the lines of his songs or poetry, I travel the unknown lands of my mind and heart to unearth the quest of my existence.
In the current context, especially when our daily life is flooded with varied motivational lectures or spiritual preaching on various social media platforms; its also worth exploring the writings of this forgotten mystic, Kabir, son of the banks of River Ganges. His preaching not only assists in self-introspection but to enhance our intrinsic and extrinsic living holistically. His poems are so sublime, even if it doesn't stir your conscious, it will surely leave your heart with an ethereal bliss .
“Everyone draws water from the river banks
No one draws where there is no bank
No bank is like the banks of Kabir
One who draws there , he becomes pure”
- Anonymous