Ravi Shankar and Harihar Rao Memorials

Death be not proud,

…though some have called thee 

Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,

 For, those, whom thou think’st, thou dost overthrow, Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me. 

From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,

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Much pleasure then from thee, much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee doe goe, 

Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.

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 Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men, 

And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,

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  And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well, And better then thy stroake; why swell’st thou then; One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally, 

And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.

                                                    ~John Donne, written circa 1610 CE

 

January 7, 2013

“It is with a heavy heart that the Board of Directors of the Music Circle and I are sorry to inform you that Harihar Rao is critically ill. If you wish to have updates about his condition or leave a message, please visit http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/Harihar. Please understand, I am unable to answer your email messages individually right now.

Just offer your prayers for Hari.  Please do not send any flowers and hold any and all thoughtful gestures.

Thank you,”

                                       ~[in the letter above, “I” is Sri Rao’s wife.]