Rule No.2 : Rule No.1 wins over most resistance movements!
And the Technophobe gets, what else, but "god's own jewel", as described by a friend!
Life with "god's own jewel" goes on!
I had read "Forest and River" (english translation) long time back, during my graduation days - I dont even recollect the exact occasion. But I somehow lost track of it and could not lay my hands on this beautiful poem by Jalal-ad-Din Rumi, despite hours and hours spent googling it many late nights. So my joy knew no bounds, when by sheer chance, peering through the pages of an English textbook of a cousin, I came across this poem right in the midst of AK Ramanujam, Edgar Allan Poe and Nissim Ezekiel!
"I wish I were like you,"
Said the forest
to the roaring river,
Rushing towards the pure domain
of the sea,
The kingdom of water;
The passionate, vigorous spirit
The liquid turquoise of light
With eternal flow…
“But what am I?
Only a captive,
Chained to the earth.
In silence I grow old
In silence I wither and die,
And before long
nothing will remain of me
But a handful of ashes.”
“O forest, half-asleep, half-awake”,
Cried the river,
“I wish I were you,
Enjoying a seclusion
of living emerald,
And illuminated by moonlit nights;
Being a mirror
reflecting the beauties of Spring;
A shaded rendezvous for lovers.
“Your destiny, a new life
My life, running away from myself
all the time;
Running, running, running
And what is my gain
Of all this meaningless journey?
Ah…never having a moment of calm
No one can ever know
what the other feels;
Who does care to ask
about a passer-by
If he really existed
or was only a shadow?
Now a passer-by
Aimlessly walking in the shade
comes to ask himself,
“Who am I? a river? a forest?
River and forest?
River and forest!”
- Translated by Zhaleh Esfahani
This has to be one of my worst days ever…..feeling like I am at the bottom of a ravine and its pitch dark…..
The feeling of emptiness - Its so abstract, so devoid of description yet something so relate-able deep within….
A thousand thoughts come hammering at me and yet sanity, logic and perspective are engaged in a duel to retain the upper hand.
Does mere hard work bring one success ? Of course with the old fashioned accompaniments of sincerity, and integrity ?
And then it would be sincerity to what ? Whose integrity ? And for what purpose ?
Besides these, would other things count ? The art of careful dodging, skillful manipulation, slimy wheeldealing, weaving elaborate webs of cunning schemes, twisting words et al….
In such an event, I don’t want that kind of success.
I would rather be unsuccessful in the eyes of the world. And continue being successful on my terms and honest with myself.
I cherish my integrity, beyond anything else
And frankly, I care a damn, at the end of it. I have closed the door and moved on, enriched by the experience.
And this elevating thought is exactly what will kick me out of the ravine I find myself in!
Hope(s) is really the thing with feathers that walks out in Brisbane ! ;)
Our very own Super Tuesday - beating Obama's Super Tuesday hands down!!!!
Watta match! Should have sat at home and watched it. :(
Alas, that is merely a hope, perching in a little corner of my soul, fluttering its wings once in a while.....