I tell you
“Here is my Best Dear Friend , Teacher and Guru – Since, 1960.”
Father Carlos G. Valles s.j.
Rajendra M. Trivedi, M.D.
As a part of his new formation he also visited learned and holy people in India for information and advice. One of these was the Maharashtrian saint VinobaBhave, leader of the popular movement “Land for the Tiller” and author of a rightly famous commentary on the Bhagavat Gita.
Nehru asked Vinoba many questions,and their meeting was long and before a few common friends. At the end Nehru asked Vinoba for a parting advice to sum up all he had told him in the long conversation, and Vinoba answered him: “Play the flute one hour every day.” They all smiled at the advice, and so did Nehru. His heavy work, the responsibility of the whole country on his shoulders, international meetings, visits, commissions, correspondence, speeches filled up his day, and its twenty-four hours where not enough for the busy prime minister. And now he was being asked for leisure for an hour. And let everybody know about it. Let everybody know that the prime minister spends an hour each day playing the flute, so that they too may be encouraged to do the same. The flute is the rest in the work, the pause in life, the remedy against hurry, the medicine against anxiety. The whole day, then, will profit from its melody, and all activity will improve with its scales. Peace, equanimity, balance, focus, art and skill, music and poetry. Solution of problems, drawing of planes, evaluation of behavior, examination of attitudes; everything becomes clear, everything fits, everything makes sense, everything is simplified in its variety and evaluated in its richness. All by playing the flute.
Life is over speed, and it has to be quieted down. We never stop to think, to reflect, to enjoy. We work under timetables and appointments and meetings and constrains. Against the clock. We watch the landscape from the train and the clouds from the plane. That is, we don’t see them. We don’t contemplate. And our life suffers from lack of reflection. We have to come back to serenity, to the vision, to pause, to contemplate.
The advice is for all of us, of course. There is no question of buying the instrument and taking music lessons. There is question of our attitude, of culture, of spirituality. To rest, to interrupt, to divert our attention, to enjoy ourselves. We are hemmed in by our complexes, encompassed by our vices, weighed down by our routine. And above all we are hindered by the monotonous repetition of each day equal to the previous one and pattern for the next one. We have to interrupt the current of uniformity with the redeeming melody. We have to play the flute. One hour every day. C D E F G A B C.