Jalsa , Mumbai Aug 30, 2012 Thu 11:25 PM
" A writer must be universal in sympathy and an outcast by nature : only then can he see clearly "
Time has been valuable for me ; not now, not of one gone by, nor shall it be for the morrow to come. It shall just be, hidden in the covers of routine, appointment and presence. For some it bears the glorious epithetical of puntualism, for others a damaged impression of a nocturnal insomniac. To me it represents a respectability towards order. A calling that deserves hearing and execution. Adherence to it begets form. A form of near militarized obedience. It is strange to find expression in such example through regimentation. But regimentation became the forerunner of accentuated discipline. Battles and wars of aggression, apart from its terror of destruction and invasion, gave birth to some such fortuitous goodness. The army was a physical and visual description of all that depicted ‘uniform’ity and thereby the executor of regimented command.
Not all in war were of classification. Some defied order, worked independently and were quite obviously defined as being underground - one that had potential to cause harm without notice. They were not of ignorant usage, for many such, displayed sacrificial courage in assisting and being of use, dormant and silent in operation, but at times more effective than those that marched officially. World wars may have ended, we hope God willing, but the manifestations of such presence exists under a variety of descriptions, and we know quite well on them without lingering on it through subject.
Those that lent support in the quiet of disguise, had the codes of conduct drilled regimentally into them. They operated in silent discipline, effectively.
Wars taught the battle trained, value of order. Submission to it was under any and every condition, its first mandatory lesson. That Japanese soldier who was discovered recently on an isolated island in the Pacific or thereabouts, cut off from any information, continued to believe that WW II had remained unfinished, because he had not heard the ‘order’ from his commander !!
The dedication to order by those that man posts for defense, is historic in countless examples and documented information. What provokes them then to remain steadfast in obedience ? Why is it then that one community remains thus, and the civic not so ?
I may be completely incorrect in my analysis, but in my most limited capacity I notice that those that have waged war and battle outside their realm have been the nations that today have some semblance of what regimented discipline expounds, in their civil countenance.
India, throughout its entire national history has never waged war or been an agressor to another country. It has fought the invader, it has sent support to combine with another that has asked for it, but never initiated war or agression against another. It fought to defend, never to offend another. And on occasion when it did cross the line it was stopped and asked to retain its original.
Has this philosophy of restrain given us the liberty of ‘trudging along the wrong side of the road, ignoring the efforts of pavements’ ? Does our passiveness deprive us of an important tool ?
Mahatma Gandhi drove us on the path of non violence and an independence from foreign rule, with such aplomb it produced awe and wonder in the entire world. Its respect and dignity shall forever remain etched in the annals of the history of the universe. Never before or after did the world witness the presence of such a man that walked the face of this earth …
But even in his non violent passive impassiveness, there was a self dedication towards order. An order that to this day emulates itself in many quarters.
If not one, then, cannot the other be propagated to bring within us that realization ?
My realization, is an infinitely small attempt to honor the spectrum of order, and my body permitting, I shall perpetually struggle to give it pride of place within me …
Welcoming, loving and admiring the beauty of my Ef … in many more colors than one can imagine … thank you for your persistent presence ..
ps: I missed a Happy Birthday greeting to the dear Lily .. happiness my dear, and a fulfillment that you may want and desire … love to you