Jalsa, Mumbai Sept 1, 2014 Mon 10:26 am
The good part of rest is recuperation .. its counter is lethargyfication !! Suddenly almost through will as it were, nothing moves - no thoughts, no routine, no nothing ! When you sit you simply sit, even though you should be moving. When you move you wonder what one must do. When you decide what needs to be done, you get there and realise the numbers of the doing are so immense, that even the thought of starting on them, shrinks away.
You often wonder then of those tales that the elders introduced you to - the one at a time, the piece by minute piece of shifting, much like the laborious ants on a mission .. but it never gets started … !! And that is the important element, getting started .. pushing it that single inch a day ‘till the boulder of massive proportion, reaches your door step’, after a period of three months .. time taken but accomplishment and achievement in the endings !!
Accumulating is the bane of most individuals. It is mine too. Collect and accumulate and not knowing what to do with it, but insisting on it remaining where it has been accumulated. Reasons ? I would not dare to know, or disclose, simply because I have no disclosures to make ..
That’s being difficult and vain and obstinate … only in the eyes of the other. In mine eyes I do see its presence of importance. Others do not. Or maybe they do. I would not know and quite frankly would never seek to know either. It would be beyond my politeness …
Hah … beyond my politeness ?? That is a handy expression. Simply poured out on to the whiteness of the paged Blog of 2330 !!
So … accumulation ! It is a painful experience to tear, destroy or diminish a possession, into the dark and often unknown depths of the trash can basket container ! It seems to have gone away forever, or so it seems. But somewhere someday someplace it could reappear. Perhaps not in the form that is was disposed with, yet similar in content it represented when it was clean and distinguished and worthy of a decorated file or shelf.
One fine day, or so say many of us, we shall get down to putting our lives in order, to manage and professionalise it, to give it some temperament of organisation, to be accomplished in knowing and letting others know where and what and when it all took place. Yes ?
Hehehee … do not hear too many voices in the ‘ayes’. They are blinded by the inconsequentials of such exercise ! I can understand .. I do understand .. why would you do that … why would anyone … eh ? Futility is the hall mark of such consequentials .. they rob us of our inside .. ok, that is not too bad .. insides often give insights .. they explain, they demystify, they hastily unveil the shroud upon our hearts and head .. mostly black in colour …
Difficult word to explain .. why is it always used to express all that is unwanted, incorrected, negetivated ? Why ?
Cassius Clay aka Mohammed Ali the Greatest had many such questions in his mind and in his voice, during the tormented times of his early years of discrimination …
The night is black ! But it is also the most romantic in all its poetic manifestations ! It also denotes fear and the unseen and the unknown or the degraded .. primarily I suppose because of its very intimate relationship with darkness …
Ahhh .. this is leading us no where … best left to its own confabulations .. !!
The anti biotics take their toll .. they bring cure hopefully but also side effect the mind and the body into … yes .. LETHARGY !! And we are back from where we started .. a condition mostly seen in stories of unsuccessful ventures. But here … ventures they be far and wide, and the unsuccessful, do not be shunned away in pariyah form .. they live and prosper along with us .. we give home to all .. that stray cat or the dog on the street .. that troubled mind … that defeated body .. those moments of confused delusion .. those years of damaged attention .. those intimate projections of the world going the other way round …
All is known, all is understood … all is welcomed .. be with us .. live with us in our limited hibernation .. exist and excel … laugh and smile randomly … cry with the drops of happy tears .. jump at the voices of appreciation and love .. mingle with each other as parts of a DnA that is not differing, but similar … and expose yourself in all its intimacy of expression .. the word and the world of our extended family !!
Good night .. dears and dearest .. the night falls in all its black darkness .. to yet another light ..