Shajarian!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

so i hear the waiters dropping his name and being the curious child that i am i look around and spot his head at the front talking on the phone. a little disappointed with the fact that he is leaving i turn around and the conversation turns to his incredible reputation and his son and the music and the bam concert and his latest tour…

but as we make our way to the door i see my friend take a little bow and say salam with the utmost respect to the ostad. i can’t believe my eyes… i’m just two feet away from him! i make sure to catch his eye and say salam willing my thoughts of his excellence to make it from my mind to his… wow. i can’t believe it. his music always takes me to a different world.

it would have been crass to bug him while he’s enjoying his meal (all alone i might add). and the unfortunate thing was that he seemed to have injured his left hand/arm which was either bound up or in plaster. i’m sure it won’t affect his music abilities cos he still has the most amazing voice i ever heard.

i never thought i’d melt at the sight of someone “famous” (logically it makes no sense)… but he’s the father of classical persian music so give me a break!