Imagination sometimes works overtime. Then, one should stop writing, think of some relevant work and fill gaps of relevance, be it at home or outside. Of late I have been brushing up my mythological knowledge by reading "The Palace Of Illusions" by Chitra B D (long name), only because she was acknowledgedly blessed by Swami Chinmayananda and other stalwarts. My sincere regards for this Swamiji is different, as he hailed from my father's hometown and was a neighbour too. If brains can be racked, a cousin got wedded to somebody in that family (Swamiji's). Of course, the Swamiji had snapped links with his family on having mastered the Bhagavad Gita. Quite valid! Well, the book based on The Mahabharata, was interesting but appeared illusory . A divine mythological plot where the relevance is to help man live wisely, act in a pragmatic manner and assume relatives to be characters on a stage. Krishna, who provides the divine intervention is relevant and the Pandavas were pr…
Impudence or ingratitude need not be a term to describe how just the Creator was in creating you. No the Creator was not wrong, unless you wish to ascertain the act of your parents to bring you into this world was a fault. After all a biological act does offer a testimony for all to see.
In my opinion my life in entirety is insignificant for those I may be associated with close and distant. But people do remember my association with or without a befitting word to describe me or my existence , no regrets, but I do feel blessed to have met and nodded at all who passed by.
Treat me as matter and you too are matter to me.
P.B. Shelley did opine these lines for himself pertains to me except for a pittance of love from parents and a few relatives
Neither fame nor power nor love nor leisure, others I see whom these surround, call life pleasure.
The entire gamut of homosapiens that you are associated with do go through a range of experiences for you to emulate, observe or empathise in whatever…
Sats & Suns have become duller Two-
and - a half decades Swept
face still glistens, Never
yearned for a better friend, but there, She
still laughs & listens ( An obit written in
1989 for Jessy, revised a bit now) It is not with any regret or longing that I deplore my present network
of being friendless. Friends,as they
exist are acquaintances today, none like her. It is better that way. No, I have
not turned a recluse but when one had been showered with a lot of attention and
care by one friend, she is missed now and always. Then one gets entwined
gradually with one particular train of thought that, had Jessy been there, it
would have been different. Unassuming smile lost. The tall, lean, thirty something
Jessy kept hovering around me through thick and thin during those
decisive years. She counselled , convinced and cajoled me to venture/avoid all
major decisions in life. Then one fine day she just paled into insignificance called
‘death’. Jacintha (Jessy) was born a prema…