There are two gifts we should give our children; one is roots and the other is wings.
Seldom we are grateful for the kind of brought up we all have been bestowed upon. Who and what we are is defined heavily by our parents.
Like or dislike it, we receive a sort of exposure because of them. Since our birth, the food we eat, the clothes we wear, the games we play, the words we speak, the expressions of ours, the reactions, the beliefs, the values, trust, faith, everything is shaped by them.
The sort of education we get, therefore the kind of peer group we move with, the friends we make and the connections thereafter, everything is sowed as seeds by them. Discovering our own selves, our talent, our strengths is also facilitated by them.
And there are some parents who guide us like a light through all the years until we make our own decisions based on choices available to us. And there are some who will continue to parent us. And, there are also many, who face life’s reality at an early age and lead life on their own figuring things out.
Which is ideal? We can never generalize that, for its completely circumstantial. Having said that, it’d be great if all acknowledge and count on our blessings for whoever we are today, merely for our existence.
Yes, I am glad, I am alive this morning and have another day to experience life. 🙂
Today, at my regular weekend Samskritam class with Sudha Mami, there was a particular verse she was explaining and it hit me so hard that a lot of my life questions got some sort of an answer.
गुणायन्ते दोषाः सुजन वदने दुर्जन मुखे
गुणाः दोष्यन्ते तदिदमपि नो विस्मयपदम् |
महामेघः क्षारं पिवति कुरुते वारि मधुरं
फ़ेणी क्षीरं पीत्वा वमति गरलं दु:सहतरम् ||
Gunayante doshah sujan vadane durjan mukhe.
Gunah doshaayante tadidmapi no vismaya padam.
Maha meghahksharam pivati, kurute wari madhuram.
Phani ksheeram peetwaa wamati garalam dussah taram
What this means is:
Good or noble people amplify even the little good they see in people. While, people who always like to pick up only fault in others would overlook all the good in others. So much to an extent, that they will portray even the good as negative trait in others.
And to draw an analogy, it is similar to how clouds absorb salt and dirt from the ocean to give sweet drops of water. While a snake drinks milk only to spit out poison.
Now, if you ask me what is good and bad, well, well. That’s for another blog, another day. 🙂
In Chennai, there isn’t just one spot which is my favorite, but many such places. But, I am going to pick one that I frequently visit – Marina Beach.
Marina has a charm that makes it very personal for me to connect and visit it every now and then.
Marina has seen a part of my soul – my best of laughter and sorrowful tears.
Marina is about 6.5kms long (From Island grounds to Light house) and has been my regular running path.
Marina has allowed me to sing to its waves, shiver to its thunder & lightning, dance to its uncovered rain.
Marina has made me see Chennai in its truest sense – from the rag pickers to the owner of an Audi, it treats everyone the same and takes them into its arms with no bias.
Marina is home when I need to pause and reflect on life.
Marina reminds me of a future ahead of me – for its been a witness to my life and growing up, in some sense.
Marina makes me feel I am home, everytime I land in Chennai after traveling out.
Marina, we will continue to have this bond, for we also made a deal to see you when I turn 60 years old. Probably with my special someone, Sriram.
May 29, 5:30am – 10am,
Ootacamund, Tamil Nadu
fresh cold of breeze, leaving me with goosebumps.
as we drove along the tiny lanes of ootacamund to reach the beautiful destination – lovedale school.
at 7am, we started a run, that will be etched in my thoughts, for the beautiful memories i made.
15kms covering sheer beauty,
for nature is par above us.
the flowers, the trail, the trees, the wet grass, the street dogs that looked well kept, the hills, the tiny roads.
the continuous breeze, the eucalyptus smell, the wet mud, the clouds.
the view of tiny colourful houses presented like a step cultivation.
the fellow runners – kids, loners, lovers, friends, couples, families.
there was beauty in every little thing.
and, most importantly, myself, my thoughts about a lot of new things. learning and discovering myself, for this was really “my time”.
grateful for the magical experience, for i only felt ecstatic and blissful throughout this journey.
thank you Go Heritage Run – Ooty team, it’s volunteers and my friends – Karthik Natarajan, Ashwanth Kumar and everyone else (you all know who you are), who made this possible for me.
You have to grow from the inside out. None can teach you, none can make you spiritual. There is no other teacher but your own soul.
– Swami Vivekananda
I feel very insignificant to share my views on this, but, somewhere one has to reflect their thoughts, right?
The simplest things in life is ‘To be’. As I type this, I am aware that, I have gotten this as a concept. But, in reality, this moment occurs only now and then.
Yet, I am extremely grateful that I could experience moments such as this, that too in an aware state of mind.
I hope that, this becomes a way of life, for me.
We, normal human beings, have taken life so much for granted. Why do I say so? Because, little do we realize the power of our senses. Having said that, please think about this – when was the last time, we were aware of all our senses?
Here’s my attempt to express what I experienced today.
We entered a pitch dark room. [What followed thereafter was simply beautiful. And, I haven’t felt this good in a very long time.] A voice resonated and gave us a set of instructions from time to time. It wasn’t easy in the beginning until we began to trust this voice and perform all the tasks that were given to us.
This experience lasted about 40 minutes. And, towards the end of this, we realised that the voice belonged to Robin, who is visually challenged, but in no way less than us normal mortals.
Personally, I realised how much I had taken my sensory organs for granted. And, the tiny conversation I had with him made me feel that ‘there is always a way if we are willing to make things work’. They don’t need our sympathies. They just need to be treated equal.
This experience / simulation is a concept by Dialogue In the Dark. I request everyone to look up for this place and visit it whenever possible.
For fellow Indians, more details of the concept and locations are available with this link – http://www.dialogueinthedarkindia.com/exhibiti…/concept.html
(picture credit: https://www.unsplash.com)
crystal clear sand, reflecting lines of someone in seated posture.
in the background, a bunch of college girls laughing their heart out,
surrounded by a community of frisbee enthusiasts playing a nail biting match,
filled with bell sounds created by a peanut seller,
the setting almost felt surreal with a three-fourth moon overhead and a distant ocean that smelled very different,
the blue lit roller coaster ride,
the fire sparks emitted through heating a corn,
the horse rider,
the hand in hand, shoulder on shoulder couple,
the balloon seller,
the chai wala,
the future predictor,
the murphy dog (I just named it),
and everything that always existed.
but, all of this, this time, felt like a new place since the usual visits never gave room for so much details,
let’s call this person, ‘ a person’.
who wished for many a things amidst this experience,
but, blended with the moment of silence,
because that’s beautiful too, right?