Unsaid…..

Some Sacrifices are inevitable, but its also a matter of choice. And parents are those special ones in our lives who chose it without any sense of attitude towards it and nor concerned about our gratitude towards it! #Happy Fathers Day!

Ruminate!

This post took longer than necessary to post because I was really skeptical about posting this very personal space of my feelings. But I feel that the unsaid and uncelebrated work of people around us which we take as granted must be said and celebrated. So, here it is. 

I guess I have never realized the value of money until very recently when my father was about to retire from his 40 years of long service as a University Professor. Whenever I close my eyes and think about this phase of my father’s life, only one thing occurs to me is that he has spent his entire life to make a comfortable living for all of us (my family). Although I know the fact that how much he adores his job. I have grown up seeing him surrounded by books, notes, copies, students and their endless questions. He devoted his…

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Reminders !

I am usually so mesmerized by the stupid issues that overshadow all the lives in front of me. And suddenly, a few days ago it slapped me so hard. And I came out of my virtual land. Well, the current situation is self sufficient to bend the human beings to its knees but still, I feel that I come under that lot who need slap to wake up. Well in my lockdown period of more than 2 months now, I am sharing the house with one family of a different Country. As I am stuck in a different city in my very own country, these people are stuck in a different country altogether. So, the word “ Stuck” is not quite justified in my case. Anyway, over the period, we started having some conversations. I am not very quick to initiate the conversation but somehow it happened with gestures of a smile. They have been in India for almost 6 months now. And it’s a little family of siblings; one brother, and two sisters. They are here for the medical treatment of one of the sisters. They are paying a huge sum of money for the accommodation, transportation and other expenses apart from the medical. I would have never realized their struggle and pain unless she came a few days ago at my door and asking for my help. I had always seen her smiling and humming songs, so my little mind just perceived the things as it is, never tried to feel anything. She came to me because she needed some help to pass her message to one of the concerned persons on an urgent basis. The person on the other side was unable to grasp English so she wanted me to translate it in Hindi for him to understand. And either out of rage or pain, she spoke out the traumas they are facing in dealing with medical treatment of their sister in the COVID scenario amid the high the expenses from the last six months. And worst of all, language problem in a different land. She was holding the tears in her eyes through her smile. 

What an ever-smiling face! She would laugh at every nasty joke of mine as if she needed every reason to smile and laugh. I felt so ashamed of myself that of what silly little things I crave and crib in my life. And these people who are in a different land with a critically ill sister and an uncontrolled outflow of money; not able to understand the ways of the country but still struggling through. Seeing my helpless face, she said “Don’t worry sister, I accepted this phase. Everyone has struggles in their lives.” And again she smiled. Perhaps now I will pray to God, that if ever I crib in front of you then please show me these faces so that I can have some sense and gratitude.

Oneness!

We all talk about nature and these days it is becoming more common to speak and discuss Nature. Maybe just because of the circumstances created, we have become more sensitive to it. On the periphery what we perceive nature is just the forests, mountains, oceans, and rivers and if we try to dive deeper into it, then we think of the creatures, apart from Humans. But is that all! We came into this infinite space and created our own little worlds, and then tried to define everything which already existed here. Maybe they don’t need our definitions, just our acceptance with no exclusions. We live in the lap of The Mother Earth; create it, destroy it, decorate it and do everything with it which we feel good in the pursuit of our wellbeing. Mother Earth, which is the source of everything from the food to the air we breathe, is getting crushed in the process. Now, in this helpless situation, we are trying to get the language of the Universe if it is trying to teach us something. Maybe we can’t get the language of the Universe. As it is said that the whole creation is just the cosmic dance. And in dance, understanding the language of the dance is not important, but to feel and enliven the entire act of the dance is more profound.

A beautiful creation is gifted to us and we are part of it for a brief amount of time. Instead of investing a little bit of effort to become one with this dance of the creation, we are consciously or unconsciously ruining the entire thing with our own ignorance, maybe by not understanding the need of the hour. Maybe a little bit of the sensitivity which we have towards our own happiness, pain, and pleasures if diverted towards the pain and pleasures of the thriving lives around us which are giving us the life-giving agents for our survival. Then perhaps we would not be investing time in discussions to know if we are getting punished or rewarded by Nature.

Unprecedented Times!

This Post is originally published at https://thriveglobal.com/stories/unprecedented-times/.

Honestly, I never thought of myself being in this situation where presently I am. It’s close to 6 weeks now since I landed in New Delhi and four days later the day I  landed, the nation went under lockdown. So, for the last 40 days, I am in a new place (not unknown by God’s grace ) with nobody known to me, at least for the first few days.  Friends, Family, or I can say that any known face which I had known in my life for all these years is not near to me for the last 40 days. Well, it’s all fine with me and the most important thing which I felt gradually is that in the days like these when at least your breathe is not killing you, then you have nothing to complain about. This is what I feel. People who are suffering at the hands of this virus have lived the fear of death, so what could we complain about. It’s an unjustified act against those millions of people who have suffered or suffering and the frontline warriors who are trying to win this war for humanity. So, it’s not just one person, act, or philosophy that is inspiring me to preserve but I could say that the commitment and passion of the Medical Professionals, Sanitation Workers, Police Force, and Leaders who have chosen the tough ways in their own aspects to come out of this phase with minimum losses. Each of them is risking certain important aspects of their lives to take charge of the damages being done. So if they could not inspire me to be preserving and optimistic then nothing else could ever touch my heart and life to get inspired and motivated.

Some Sense & Sensitivity

It is close to a month now since I landed in Delhi and two days later the day I  landed, the nation went under lockdown. So for the last 28 days, I am in a new place with nobody known to me, at least for the first few days.  Friends, Family or I can say that any known face which I had known in my life is not near to me for these last 28 days. And I never thought that days like this would also come when I am all on my own. Actually, I have lived like on this on my own for the last several years so it’s not a big deal, but then  I had the liberty to get the space of my friends and family anytime I wished. But now this liberty is not there. The entire 24 hours a day is all mine, with me. And there is not so much fuss about it. It’s completely fine unless you have the liberty to at least breathe safely. Bu these days have left many imprints on me. I am sure that I am not the only one to feel this way but this is something which I want to pen down, how carelessly we take the gifted things of life for granted. Be it the life itself or the unbounded love and care no matter who is the source whether it’s the mother Earth or our own mother, friends, family, spouse who so ever it is. Ever since I landed here, every now and then my mother keeps calling me to know if I am feeling fine or not. And with this question of her’s I am amazed that why does she worry unnecessarily when everything is all well with me. It took me a while to realize this behavior of her that love has always been like this. It feels for you, no matter if you are sensitive enough to get it or not.  Perhaps the love and compassion of the Creation were also taken for granted since ages and the lesson has come in such a blunt way that it took a while to balance the human ego. But by far it’s evident to the whole mass of humanity that this planet does not belong to humans alone and certainly, we are on the top of an evolutionary scale but still not evolved much!

PS – The image which I googled and took the liberty to use it, speaks a lot in itself. There is nothing more we can ask for right now!

Elephanta Caves: Stories carved on Rocks

The magnificent and giant structures of Elephanta always give me a push to know a little more about this place. Every time, the jaw-dropping magnificence of the structures leave me awestruck. The unquestionable devotion and the unbeatable efforts by human beings to construct this masterpiece must be cherished.

While visiting this heritage, it is always better to take the help of a well-known guide. Else the majority of the things would be missed out which deserved to be known. We took the help of one of a well-aware Guide who was actually eager enough to show us Lord Shiva Temple. So, Elephanta is actually a Shaiva temple which is almost 1300 years old. The literature of the place can always be found on Wikipedia but what could not be figured out on literature are different versions of the mythological stories which are carved out on the stones and rocks. According to me, not even a single detail has been missed. The architects have given their whole to give justifications to every God, Demi-God, Humans, animals, and everything involved in that story plot. From Lord Shiva himself to the demon at his feet, everything has been carved out differently on the rocks.

Its a sheer devotion of the architects to create this masterpiece just out of chisel and hammer as there were no proper tools available some thousands of years back. Lets a take a glimpse of those stories carved on the rocks in the islands of Gharapuri.

 

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Tridev – Symbolizes the Creation, Maintenance and Destruction !

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1200 years old Paint on Ignis Rocks

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Shiva and Parvati playing the game of Chausar

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Shiva in Yoga Mudra

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Nataraja – The Lord of Dance

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The marriage of Shiva and Shakti

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Bhagirath and Brahma for the reincarnation of Mother Ganga at Earth

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Ardhanarishvara

 

Even some 1300 years later , the beauty and revealing magnanimity of the structure is intact.  Perhaps, this brought it to the UNESCO’s World Heritage sites.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Why is that so, we consider our nation as somebody else but not us, not me? I feel very amusing rather inquisitive when people make the remark “We as Indians are used to …….”. And this blank can be filled with many remarks like Bargaining, breaking traffic signals, theft, looking for inexpensive things, quantity but not quality and almost everything which is considered not so civilized. I wonder if the same tendency changes when they travel to any other wonderland where people don’t bargain or don’t buy inexpensive things. “We as Indians are used to break the traffic signals, litter on the road” but the same Indian is very close to the rulebook in another part of the Planet. I don’t understand this isolation which makes us so individualistic, that we feel the country where we live does not belong to us. Any Country is just a geographical land, but the inhabitants constitute the integrity of the nation. We live in the same land and fill it with our breath, but everything seems inappropriate with the same land. Bargaining is beyond the class in India but running all over the streets in another nation during Black Friday sale is total class. Human behavior that is acceptable in far corners of the planet is merely disgusting in India, for certain Indians themselves.

“It is not what we have that will make us a great nation; it is the way in which we use it.” This is a sense which can only be felt and experienced. I just want to share very beautiful lines from one of my favorite books which resonate with me, ” We may not be the richest or the best country in the world, but we have so much freedom. We can switch jobs easily or relocate to a different town or city. If nothing else, most of us have a family that will at least give us a place to stay in times of trouble. We really don’t know lucky we are until we are out of the country.”

This a very personal post where I just expressed my feelings which I get out of the connection which I share with my motherland. Right or wrong but a country which was called “Golden Bird”, if lost its worth over the years then it is the inhabitants of the land who are responsible.

Note : Image taken from google that represents the essence of this country.

 

 

 

 

 

More than love!

I found this beautiful piece on Social Media and I could help myself from sharing. In my last post, I shared about ” Love “, and so is this one. I believe the whole beauty is in the tenderness and compassion of the heart. A heart in love can fall in Prayer and Praise. “Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself”. In fulfilling its desires, all other desires are lost.

One of the most talked about subject “Love” has found its correct expression in the form of poem by “Gibran”.

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More than Love!

This poetic stanza is one of the most amazing and purest form of definitions of love that I came across. “Love” that is no longer a bondage but crossed all the limitations. Love which cannot be denied!

Such excerpts can only be felt and shared but difficult for articulation.

The truth of ” love” will remain as it is, no matter how many centuries takes over the human race.

Unsaid…..

This post took longer than necessary to post because I was really skeptical about posting this very personal space of my feelings. But I feel that the unsaid and uncelebrated work of people around us which we take as granted must be said and celebrated. So, here it is. 

I guess I have never realized the value of money until very recently when my father was about to retire from his 40 years of long service as a University Professor. Whenever I close my eyes and think about this phase of my father’s life, only one thing occurs to me is that he has spent his entire life to make a comfortable living for all of us (my family). Although I know the fact that how much he adores his job. I have grown up seeing him surrounded by books, notes, copies, students and their endless questions. He devoted his life to his job but when I think now, I feel that he devoted his life to the wellbeing of his little family.

Neither have I asked, nor did he ever said that what are his likings and interests, but he always took care of every bit of what I wish for. Perhaps to full-fill, our interests were his only desire. I remember that he never did mind traveling in public transport or two-wheelers but till now when I am with him then we should travel in the car. Whether he had seen all the places or not, but he never stopped me to travel wherever I wanted.      He does not mind carrying a normal phone, but his daughter should carry the best. Whatever parents do, it can never be articulated, no word can justify it. At his last working day, amidst the different expressions of people, I felt only one thing that if my father would not have made those sacrifices which are uncountable, if he had not lived such disciplined and stable life about which I used to crib sometimes, would I be standing on my feet at this moment? Without every penny that he cut from his pocket, would I be standing tall and straight?

40 years of service is life, and to devote oneself in it without any complaints requires motivation and inspiration. I wonder what the motivation was, is it nature of the task (which I am sure it is) or the urge to provide his family the best life he could afford to pay!

Love & affection, sacrifices of the Parents should not be taken as granted but honored because not many people are capable of shedding their lives to full fill the interests of others.