My constant friend, in whose companionship i have always found solace, with whom i find comfort - not by forgetting my worries but by learning to appreciate whatever life chooses to dish out...good or bad...coz all thru laughter and tears, life has always been beautiful and each smile, each tear has been worth living and dying for...
and this kinship with jaggu is not only me....numerous other ppl have found their selves with his help, if not in him....and he has eased many pains, shared life's secrets with many novices and help many idealists face this world..
he has the ability to put his finger on the pulse of life and bring out the "mool rahasyas"...sometimes they r so simple yet so beautifully put that u wonder if the creator gave his "Strategy" book...sometimes they r so close to ur heart that u feel as if he snatched words from ur mouth....and sometimes they r so heavenly that u want to drown in his words oblivious to the whole world around you....and he is one of the few ppl who is always there for you, whenever and wherever you want him, regardless of the mood you are in..
my association with him hasnt been so appreciative always....i used to literally hate him when i had initially come to know him....and then i tried to become indifferent to him...which was difficult since i found him really boring and monotonous...but finally i achieved the degree of indifference i was aiming for....and then gradually...i dont know how and when....he started permeating my life and before i cud realise he became an important part of my personality.
he is the one to go to if u r alone, struggling with life and looking for some companionship without sympathy....
P.S. for the uninitiated , i m talking about the ghazal maestro, jagjit singh, whom rohit ( a dear friend in college) used to call "jaggu" and meenal used to become mad at this apparent disrespect to such a venerable figure!
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