जहाँगीर आर्ट गैलरी में लेनर्ड कोहेन |
[रत्नेश माथुर
2003 तक बंबई में एक बैंकर थे. उन्होंने उसके बाद यूरोप में एक भारतीय आउटसोर्सिंग
कंपनी खोली और 2010 तक उसमें काम किया. पिछले पांच सालों से वे उत्तर प्रदेश में
कुछ सामाजिक विकास के प्रोजेक्ट्स चला रहे हैं. उनका यह आलेख मेरी पुरानी मित्र
सोनाली हार्डीकर की मार्फ़त मुझ तक पहुंचा है. अनुवाद जल्दी उपलब्ध करवाता हूँ -]
Bird on a Wire: How Bombay helped Leonard Cohen find his voice again
In 1998, I read a newspaper report that Leonard
Cohen was in Bombay. I was a big fan of his music and poetry and tracked him
down to a small hotel in Kemp’s Corner. I asked if he could autograph the CDs
and books I intended to leave at the reception. But Cohen came out and invited
me to stay for a chat. It turned out to be a five-hour discussion – the start
of a friendship for the next 18 years. We exchanged our
last emails just five weeks ago, on his 82nd birthday.
Every day in that autumn of 1998, Cohen was
reciting the verses of the 13th-century Marathi bhakti
poet Sant Dnyaneshwar. He was in the city to attend the satsangs of Advaita
guru Ramesh Balsekar at Warden Road. He wasn’t just reciting the verses by
rote: he knew the English meanings of the words. He was pondering the concepts
of sagun (the worship of God with form) and nirgun (the worship of God without
form) and why both were essentially the same.
When he arrived in India in 1998, Leonard Cohen
was already a Zen monk. He had spent five years in deep meditation and silence
with Zen guru Roshi in Mount Baldy, near Los Angeles. It had been a decade
since he had recorded new music or performed. The guru of 1960s
folk and poetry had entirely stepped out of public life. Instead, his life-long
quest for knowledge and inner peace had completely consumed his time and
attention. He was led to Bombay by his curiosity to meet Balsekar, the author
of a book titled Consciousness Speaks he read in his monastery.
Cohen spent much of 1999 and 2000
in Bombay, and then made brief visits until 2003. It was
always for one purpose – to attend Balsekar’s daily morning satsangs and spend
time with the teacher. Many of these conversations during the satsang have been
preserved in audio and video recordings by Balsekar’s devotees. Between the
Buddhist teachings of Roshi and the Vedanta teachings of Balsekar, Cohen
finally found the inner peace that he had been seeking all his adult life.
Sylvie Simmons’s excellent biography, I’m Your Man explains this very well. He
got back to writing poetry and sketching in his art book.
Some Sunday mornings, Cohen took us along to Balsekar’s satsangs. These
were Vedanta question-and-answer style discussions at which Balsekar’s
philosophy appeared to have answers to every big question in life. The
teacher’s clarity of thought and his delivery in English had attracted many
Western seekers. During most sessions, Cohen sat quiet but attentive. As the
friendship between Cohen and Balsekar developed, they would spend time alone in
the evenings too, away from the satsang devotees.
A typical day in Cohen’s Bombay life involved walking from his hotel
room at Kemp’s Corner to Balsekar’s apartment 1.5
kilometres away. On his way back, he would stop for chai at a roadside stall
and then drop in for a swim at the exclusive Breach Candy club. The rest of the
day was spent in his room, reading, in meditation, sketching and writing. He
accessed his email on his laptop and communicated with his daughter, Lorca, his
son, Adam and his manager in Los Angeles, Kelly.
Indian philosophy was not new to Leonard when he first visited India in
1998. His understanding of both Buddhist and Vedanta
thought gave him great insights into the everyday life of India. He was in his
mid-sixties and not keen on travel but he was keen to know the average
Mumbaikar. The chaiwallah, the hotel cleaning staff and the taxi drivers were
the Indians who interested him the most. He politely refused invitations from
the elite of Mumbai, who he would sometimes run into at the club or the
satsang.
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On one rare Sunday though, we did manage to take Leonard Cohen out to
see some sights in the Kala Ghoda area in South Bombay. We took in an
exhibition at Jehangir Art Gallery and a show of cartoons by World Word II
Bombay refugee-artist Rudolf von Leyden at the Max Mueller Bhavan next door.
Then we peeped in on the restoration work underway at the Army and Navy
Building opposite. We’d already had several discussions on Judaism, so it was interesting
to accompany Cohen to the synagogue in the area for a discussion with the
rabbi. Over lunch, Cohen joked that we should find him a good Indian Yehudi
wife for him to settle down with in Bombay.
But a dark cloud was looming. During the years that he was spending
time in Bombay, Cohen’s manager in Los Angeles had been siphoning money out of
his bank accounts. By the time Cohen discovered this, he was broke, and going
to court didn’t help. This is when he went back to the studio to record new
music and undertake new world tours. When he performed spectacular shows
between 2008 and 2014, Cohen’s
spiritual strength was evident every time he stepped on stage.
My wife and I had relocated from Bombay to Europe in 2003
and kept touch with Cohen over email. On his Europe tour of 2009,
we had tickets for his show in Prague and we pinged him to ask if he wanted to
meet. I received a polite refusal immediately. On performance days, Cohen and
his team were very focused and wanted no distractions. But he didn’t forget
about this. Onstage, he said namaste to his friends who come from far – from
India. That was the last time we saw him.
Leonard Cohen was the perfect gentleman, a healer, a man with a keen
desire to bring unity and peace. He even created a symbol for this – the
Unified Heart – which he would often email in his replies to friends. Leonard
Cohen was much more than the poetry and music he is known for. To those of us
who had the good fortune to know him, he was the very definition of saint he
had once articulated in his daring 1960s novel Beautiful
Lovers:
“What is a saint ? A saint is someone who has achieved a remote human
possibility. It is impossible to say what that possibility is. I think it has
something to do with the energy of love. Contact with this energy results in
the exercise of a kind of balance in the chaos of existence…He rides the drifts
like an escaped ski. His course is the caress of the hill. His track is a
drawing of the snow in a moment of its particular arrangement with wind and rock…His
house is dangerous and finite, but he is at home in the world. He can love the
shape of human beings, the fine and twisted shapes of the heart. It is good to
have among us such men, such balancing monsters of love."
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