Keep Watching The Divine's Divinity
Hey Aaaaaiiiii,
iWait4myanaesthesiologist Mubashir (yes, the same name) is attending a meeting in another hospital and will be delayed till 12 noon, at least. I came at 9.10 a.m. Is it ok to say that I am a little upset?
I am so happy to hear about the Young Master and his new journey of teaching. It will be such an informative experience for him. You only know how much you know when you teach - and teaching makes the Master, master (you'll get it!).
I heard a Sufi-style Kashmiri song in the morning - it was ear-worming its way through my brain for the last few days - I listened to a rendition from the 1980's recorded by a Kashmiri singer called Rashid Hafiz and available on YouTube. Abhay Sopori, a modern-day Kashmiri artist, the son of Bhajan Sopori, from Sopore, has also recorded a version which is available on Spotify.
The song, called Dapomey Balyaras (I told my beloved) is a based on verses by Soch Kral, a poet of the 18th and 19th century in Kashmir - and reflects on a very spiritually deep conversation between the created and the Creator. It is written with affection - almost like the lament of a lover, in which the poet, appears to ask the Divine some questions, and the Divine replies. The last line, loosely translates to the title above - keep watching the Divine's Divinity.
(((Anyways!!!!))) The Guest squirms in her seat, and checks the time on her Omega Watch which she bought after paying advance tax through an HDFC Bank account and earlier after seeing the watch, Dr K Desai remarked, 'You know in this heat, Omega watches run six minutes late!' She takes one look at PPD and sees the eyes of someone lost in wondered amazement at what he had just said, as though the words of the poet were coming alive on his face. The excruciating Mumbai heat outside that reflected its way into the very quiet and very still recording studio by way of the water condensing on the double-glazed, triple-paned, sound proof glasses, reminded the Guest of her need to leave to pick up her son from the Blind School where he was teaching his 7th batch his now trademarked piano course for the blind, 'Touch, Feel, Listen.' 'Anyways,' the Guest said, 'I have to go.' She got no response from PPD. She tried tapping the table, clicking her fingers, shouting his name. Nothing would awaken him from his trance. She went into the producer's room and slapped the producer. 'What is his problem? What is he on?' The Guest stormed out of the studio and called the lift. (((Anyways)))
Have a nice day! Really proud of what you guys do!
I am happy for MaMo. He would not find an anaesthesiologist like yourself anywhere close. May the Tom and Jerry Show go on.
#herebecauseMubashirisnothere
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