A small anecdote on #humility inspired by @GunduHuDuGa.

Many years ago, I was part of a team organizing classical music concerts in our university. An eminent Hindustani musician featured in our first concert. A couple of us went to receive the musician from the airport.
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Due to sheer ill-luck, the musician had a missed flight and was hungry and slightly impatient. Though our team knew about it, there were no arrangements to alleviate the musician's impatience during the pick up as lunch was arranged in a host family.
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A south Indian lunch might not have suited our artiste and he was miffed (we learnt about it only later). In any case, we saw that our artiste was not in the best of moods when the concert was about to begin. Artistes are notoriously temperamental - you know that.

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It did not help that most of us in the team were south Indians. We were desperately trying to soothe his frayed tempers in the auditorium lobby and we weren't succeeding.
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It was at that time that another team member - who was not with us in the morning - a trained tabla player - approached our artiste. From afar, he cast away his slippers, walked barefoot, slowly and humbly towards the artiste and touched his feet in reverence.
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