My friend Motahar passed away yesterday. He had cancer and suffered for almost 4 years. We lowered his mortal remains in a grave surrounded by lush green meadows, tranquility, serenity and silence. He will be there and in my mind as long as I live. Two days before his death he was delirious and lived in a subconscious world. From his hospital bed he told me that he was not going to die before he plays soccer with my 4 months old grandson. I silently shed tears and hoped he might do that. Whenever I face death I float into my own emotions. I see life in a much wider perspective. I experience love and affection from a closer corner. I find illusion more pervasive in our lives. In Indian philosophy our body is just a wrapper for our eternal soul which, it's claimed, is indestructible.
Sometimes I wonder where is the real beauty is it inside me or outside? Swami Shantanand Swarasswati once came to my off in New York and talked about our mind and music. He said if our mind is inside us and all our thoughts springs from the mind then truly we live in our minds. Fine music is pure honey to nourish our minds. We were sitting in 87th floor of the Empire State Building on a deserted evening and swamiji said all roads leads to our mind where we meditate create and contemplate. The best place in our existence. Our nirvana is in the deep of our minds. So cultivate your mind and always travel into the deepest alleys of your mind. Your body is just a shadow, your real YOU is in your mind. This conversation came back into my mind while listening to Ravi Shankar and Anoushka�s following sitar duet. What a powerful music to collect our scattered existence back to our minds.