Sunday, November 8, 2009

When It Rained..


It is raining, and raining like a poem.

The sky is beautiful still. I always loved the silver shade of sky when it rains. The leaves are shining too, and I realize sadly how little I paid attention to their existence right outside the entrance!

We had this rocking chair in the car porch for months, kept there to sit, unwind and relax after a days hardwork or a week’s toil; however, the only time I ever used it is to hold its arm for support when I remove the lace of my shoes as I return home!

The focus has been always on what appeared to be ‘big’ and ‘there’ and hardly any time was spent on what is beautifully ‘small’ and ‘here’ as we raced towards what we kept as a goal far out there as a means to live happily one day, while the components of happiness in form of enjoying the beauty of these shining leaves and the silver strings of rain drops continue to slip through our fingers of time...

Today I decided to live in the now and here. And how relieving is the experience.

I am sitting here in the car porch, in the comfort of this rocking chair, watching rain in all its splendour, and listening to its symphony – the variation of sound from the drops falling on the roof of my car and on the window shades, that mixed with the splashing sound of its fall in the pool of water on the floor. It can turn out to be a noise for those who care less, but its rhythm is in the ears of the beholder. Today, I chose to listen to its rhythm, and listened to it with joy.

There is an inspiration in nature. The inspiration is in the stillness of what is around us. The inspiration is also in the slowness of how that stillness evolve into its being. The tree outside my entrance is still, and if I care to notice the life in it and its evolution, I begin to feel the waves of breeze washing its leaves, the leaves responding with her shyness, the branches dancing to its tunes and enjoying the sensation of its caressing, and the other plants and shrubs joining the fraternity to collectively celebrate the arrival of a season.

Kanchan – one of the participants from a lifeskills programme- shared with me the other day how she is stopped from doing what she wanted to do, due to the rain we are having in Chennai for the last couple of days. I shared with her the response of Nelson Mandela during his first tour to France after his release from 27 years of imprisonment, where he was asked by the reporters on what he want to do most now since he is free. He responded with clarity, that all he wanted to do is to “sit down and do nothing”.

Isn’t that vital to do so, when the race has been for so long and the nourishment in between was relatively little? For the sixteen years of working, I wonder sometimes if I too were not imprisoned to a target or a goal or a dream or a certain knowledge of what I must be doing and what I should abstain from doing or what I should do to project my abilities and what I should do to hide my vulnerabilities. I feel too that this ‘inactive reflection’ is crucial to replenish the worn out portion of our being – physically and intellectually, and that it provides in itself the pool of resources from which we can draw the wisdom and energy to realign to the purpose of being, unlock the shackles that we ourselves locked us into in the process of attaining prosperity and remove from within us the obstacles in form of ideas and thoughts that leads to actions and therefore results that do not benefit our growth nor contribute to the legitimate attainment of our ultimate happiness of living that can be celebrated in public than in hiding.

When the nature is clean, when its design is genuine and, in my submission to its grandeur, it is inspiration enough for me to live, and to leave a legacy with what I am capable of delivering to the hearts and minds I meet, in spite of the roadblocks that are being put ahead by those whom I believed – an episode similar to many successful people who has looked upon it at a later stage in their life as events that has stimulated them to excel.

I love rain; I love rain today than ever before. It brought for me with it a tranquil silence, a subtle hope, and brilliant calmness.

Salient features of a successful mind.


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Thursday, November 5, 2009

3:42am

To sit on the green cushion on that little window sill in the Landmark at Spencers and browse through the books that are making news across the world, read them listening to the wide mix of music ranging from Middle Eastern to Oriental to the very soothing ragas of Indian karnatic while watching the various expressions of people who moves around you, some holding on to their umbrellas or office folders, and some others holding the hands of their loved ones walking with an eye on one and their mind on the other...

It’s 3:42am. I am wide awake thinking so loudly inside me, how much I will miss India be that in Heaven or in Hell.

“The Subramani” who can talk to you at length on topics ranging from ‘mudras’ that will heal your pain to that of the thoughts and reflections of James Allen or Gabriel Marquez, or talk about the ‘differences in sameness’ and the ‘oneness of all,’ talking for hours in a row while shifting the weight of our bodies from one leg to the other and yet stand in one place and reflect on the principles and values or its deterioration that governs the human endeavours... topics that hop from one to the other and yet every topic so deeper and richer than the other...

“E. P. M. Gonzales” who is old in age but young in thoughts who can discuss anything and everything from the works of Ken Blanchard to that of Daniel Goldman, quote at ease the verses from Gita or Bible, the secretion of hormones and its effects on our emotions or be that the positive strokes and the real-life application of Transactional Analysis that we can discuss till – in his own language – the last cow has come home...

The simplicity in the richness of this experience is one that I will miss so dearly.

The ordinary men and women in their simplest form and nature who kept on intriguing me every time with the knowledge of what more life has to offer. Just when the sight of life get obscured by the darkness of experiences you face every day, here are some with their words – no matter how superfluous they appear to be – and reflections that serves as a balm that offers a soothing sensation for the aching soul, and a little ray of light that shows the potential dimension of yet another side of what is life and how it can be lived... in its simplest form.

The Landmark, the Subramani, the Gonzales, how I will miss them all; and in the nostalgic memories of being connected with these, how I will miss India...India being the experience of living a life in a pattern and texture that was until now unknown to me and one that I was just beginning to explore.

In the midst of my pursuit of life and the deception of living, I failed to enjoy this India!

It’s 04:14am.