Lest We Forget

Our music system (see pic) is no more. The beautiful little three-in-one, that had kept us entertained all these days, suddenly developed multiple-organ failure early this week. Despite the best of efforts to revive her, she succumbed to her ailment on July 29. She was 15 months old.
When Arora-ji introduced her to the Club some time in April 2009, many members were circumspect. We did not know how to deal with her. The ladies eyed her with suspicion and kept their distance, even as she gave voice to some of the most mellifluous numbers ever sung by Begum Akhtar, Mehdi Hasan, Talat Mehmood, not to mention Lata Mangeshkar, Shamsad Begum, Mohammad Rafi and others. Occasionally, someone would brusquely tweak her ears to raise (or lower) the volume. She sang on nevertheless, keeping the early morning air surcharged with her crisp, crystal clear melodies.
Hers was the most uncomplaining and undemanding presence we have known. She never let us down. She only knew to give – happiness and joy. Yet, in his impatience, Arora-ji often hit and slapped her. Later, possibly out of remorse, he would tend to her lovingly, wiping her body clean before placing her in a duffel bag (specially meant for her) lest she got hurt any more. At one point, he even provided her with an extended lifeline so that she could be seated comfortably on a chair in the Garden and entertain us. Many morning walkers have stopped momentarily in their tracks, struck by her enchanting looks and inimitable voice.
But like all good things in life, this too had to end. Yusuf-bhai probably sensed it when she developed a sore throat. “Bajaa-bajaa ke, bajaa-bajaa ke, iska gala kharab kar diya Arora ne!” he complained once. Age was slowly, but surely, catching up with her. It was only a matter of time before she would breathe her last. Arora-ji and Dilip-bhai have now taken it upon themselves to save her from being consigned to the bangaar-wala for her last rites!
Meanwhile a sleek, little Nokia phone took her place at the Club today.

Harish Wadhwa says:
A very senti story indeed. I have to say that our dear Music System wasn’t as old as stated. Just that you never let her sing some "jhin-chack" music of today’s era, to cheer her up. It was a timeless piece.
I am sure Aroraji will take special care and revive her soon. I am reminded of a song by ABBA: "Who can live without it, I ask thee honestly, what would life be, without a song..." I am sure she will be revived soon to cheer up everyone and sing in her melodious voice. -- Harish