Skip to main content

You say it best when you say nothing at all.

15th April 2005

You say it best when you say nothing at all. I love this Boy Zone lyrics. This is more in tune with Indian culture. In the west, people express themselves so explicitly. One hardly finds an Indian husband saying “I love you” to his wife. But he does say it non- verbally in so many ways. I never heard my father saying that to my mother. I remember an Indian woman who served her husband considering him her lord. In the final few moments of her life she asked her husband to let her sleep on his lap and breathe her last. What great culture is this. I feel words tend to grossify feelings. Feelings are best expressed through non- verbal expressions, through eyes, smiles and tears.

I gave my car for fitting a CD stereo . My long standing dream will come true today evening. I am also happy that I woke up early as I had decided earlier and meditated for about 45 mins. Fulfilling one’s resolutions feels good.

Gitanjali time again

“I know not how thou singest, my master! I ever listen in silent amazement.

The light of thy music illumines the world. The life breath of thy music runs from sky to sky. The holy stream of thy music breaks through all stony obstacles and rushes on.

My heart longs to join in thy song, but vainly struggles for a voice. I would speak, but speech breaks not into song, and I cry out baffled. Ah, thou hast made my heart captive in the endless meshes of thy music, my master!”

All music comes from the Lord. This whole world is infact his manifestation. No doubt we struggle in vain for voice. But the voice has to be granted by him. Only then will it merge into his. Till then it’s just a baffled cry. Yet the charm of his music will ever pull us towards him.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Conversations with myself

Conversations with myself . I believe very few people are endowed with the authority and character to advice and enlighten others. For all the rest like me, it’s more of self advice and self talk. Even when we are called upon to address others, it takes the form of a loud self talk which is basically an attempt to reinforce our own grey areas .That’s why I have come to this conclusion that self talk is one of the most fruitful, worthwhile and relaxing activities that a commoner like me can engage in it.
1 comment
Read more

The Society of Snow

 They were young. A football team from Uruguay, flying to Chile. Boys with energy in their legs, laughter in their voices, parents waiting back home, girlfriends expecting phone calls, lives unfolding exactly as they should. Somewhere over the Andes, the ordinary collapsed. The aircraft struck the mountains, tearing certainty apart in a place where snow stretches endlessly and silence feels absolute. Out of 45 people on board , chaos settled quickly into a far more terrifying reality. The world had not only broken, it had disappeared. What followed was not a battle of strength, but of endurance. 71 days on ice. At altitudes where breath hurts and hope freezes faster than blood. Search planes flew above them. Close enough to be heard. Close enough to be seen. Yet they remained invisible. Imagine watching rescue pass overhead and realizing you are still alone. Again and again. Food ended. Time stretched. Choices narrowed. Survival demanded decisions no human should ever have...
Post a Comment
Read more

Catch them before they escape

They were packing their bags. A wave of sadness had pervaded my entire house .And though I am particularly troubled by departure moments even of a fairly less acquainted person , I was closely observing the way they were moving around. I was feeling so sad that even my the tears could not find a vent .This couple who had spent their whole life for their only son, who were truly the cause of what he is and where he is, were leaving again back home. My parents had come to stay with me for 3 weeks and they were now leaving. On the one hand Aii and Baba were feeling sad that they are leaving their beloved son and on the other, they were no t comfortable staying in Mumbai where materialism ,money, crowd and noise were the prime disturbances. I remember the moments when they were planning to come to Mumbai to see me. It was all so exciting, that my parents are going to come to stay with us .Three weeks had passed like three seconds and it was time for them to go back .This took me to...
1 comment
Read more