The Music of the Flute Will Never Die
The music of the flute will never die
- Raajkumar Keswani
‘The music of my flute will not die…’ said the 20th century great rebel poet of Bengal, Kazi Nazrul Islam, in his famous ‘Rajbandir Jabanbandi’ speech which he delivered in the British Court of Chief Presidency Magistrate Swinho on January 16, 1923. He was facing the sedition charges and was sentenced to one year of rigorous imprisonment.
I hear the flute again. This time it’s Anna Hazare, who is playing the anti-corruption tune. People are dancing and the corrupt are shivering. In between the two, stand the protectors – King’s Police on one side and the Truth on the other. History suggests – no police bullets have ever been able to kill the Truth. And the truth- that it’s the time of national awakening against the corrupt system has been revealed aloud by the sounds of fury on the every street of the country.
Anna Hazare and thousands of others have been arrested for speaking the Truth. It’s time to revoke the spirits of our freedom movement and recall a few orations of the era to light up the path for the journey of the brave soldiers of ‘Second Freedom Struggle’ going on in the country – we call Bharat, The Republic Of India.
I reproduce here a few selected excerpts of the ever inspiring speech of Kazi Nazrul Islam ‘Rajbandir Jabanbandi.’
“One is a king with a scepter in his hand; the other is the truth, with the scepter of justice. On the side of the king are state – paid government employees. On my side is the King of all kings, the judge of all judges, the eternal Truth – the awakened God.
…What is behind the King is insignificant; behind me is Shiva. The goal of the side of the king is selfish, monetary reward; the goal on my side is the Truth, the reward of bliss.
… The message of the king is like bubbles; mine – the boundless ocean. I am a poet, sent by God to speak the unspoken Truth, to give form to the formless creation. God speaks through the voice of the poet. The message is the revelation of the truth, the message of God.
… Truth reveals itself. No angry look or royal punishment can suppress it. I’m the lyre of that timeless self-revelation - the lyre in which the message of eternal Truth has been resounded. I’m the lyre in the hands of God. A lyre may break, but who can break God?
… The music of my flute will not die simply because my flute has been confiscated- I can play the music through another flute I can get or create. The music is not in my flute- it’s in my heart; and the flute in my creative skill of constructing it. Therefore, neither the flute nor the music is to be blamed.
… Am I a rebel because I voiced the distressed cry of the Truth stricken by this unjust rule? Is it only my own crying? Or, is it the united, loud voice of the entire oppressed in Heaven and Earth?
…I know the cataclysmic roar of my voice is not mine alone- it’s the cry of the suffering of the entire world. This cry cannot be silenced simply by intimidating me, even killing me. Suddenly, in someone else’s voice, this lost message will be heard thunderously!”