Thursday, May 29, 2008

My world

'What's your motivation?'

The question arrives as I stare out at the darkness all around. Fresh darkness.

Amidst endless channel hopping, I stop breifly at Sanskar. Swami sukhabodananda is lecturing on living a stress-free life. Continous flow of words, expressions, stories, gesticulations.....of all the modern day swamis, gurus and teachers I personally find him to be the most irritating. The moment I see him on Tv or hear his voice on Moksha, I revolt....'but what has he done to you?' she protests amidst admonishes of not to utter expletives in front of the kid and I have no answer. I just can't stand him, that's it. Watching his theatricals, a question springs up, as if out of nowhere.....what motivates him to sit in front of an audience(and a bigger audience through television) and blabber on and on about stress, breathing, prana, mind, watchfulness.....! What on heavens motivates this person to clown around? From where does the inspiration arrive? Why do people do what they do?

A phone call. It's a far-off relative. He informs that one of my distant uncles passed away in Mumbai. I don't know how to react....I don't know this uncle, I haven't seen him at all. 'Is it....? Oh...' I stammer. Keep the phone. Inform Dad about it. Ponder a bit.

People depart just like that. A middle aged lady whom we used to meet in our weekly meditation classes, who used to be a bit of a bother with her quirks---she's run over by a truck and....It's bloody shocking. I drive to my office, covering nearly 25 kms a day, and hardly a day goes by without me approaching the 'edge' at least a couple of times. Vehicles whizz past and they have no eyes, no feelings, no sense of life or death. You're always on the edge and you never know when the balance tips. Cynical! And we always thought this drama would never end, would go on and on and on.....

The death toll in the Chinese earthquake is staggering. A Couple have lost their only son when his school building collapsed. The relief worker is holding the lifeless body, and the parents are putting on new clothes on the body of their child before sending him.....the anguish, the pain on their wailing brings a lump in the throat.

There's a cricket player on TV-- he's a batsmen for the Chennai team. I remember this bloke because I played with him once, long back, maybe 6 years ago. That was the period when all of a sudden I decided that my future would be in International cricket. I purchased a brand new cricket gear and joined a cricket club, at the ripe age of 25, when most players would be peaking at the highest level and beginning to wither away. Of course, the madness lasted for an year, but before that, there was a match against a team from chennai and this guy played for that team. A few years younger to me, his name was peculiar; Vidyuth. Meaning 'Electricity'. Who on earth would name their kid as Electricity? Why not Hydro electricity? Or nuclear power? Anyway this kid smashed us to all corners of the field in that match and that was it. Six years later, one day you switch on the TV what do you see but this guy playing in the Indian Premier League, smashing bowlers of international repute out of the stadium... and you can't help but admire the persistence, the tenacity this guy has, the passion that sustained him so long when everyone else who played that game six years ago are no where in sight, cricket wise.

We quarrel. My son gets irritated and shouts. As if he senses the ugly vibrations.

We stop at an evening restauarant and order two milkshakes. Overcrowded. A Sunday evening relaxed atmosphere pervades everywhere. A bunch of youngsters eat noisily. A shy couple at a distance. Another couple with an one year old kid. The chubby kid picks up the menu card and begins to play, much to the amusement of a lady in the next seat. She gestures and the kid smiles. The father plucks the menu card, gestures a hit at the baby and pulls him over to his lap. A young waiter watches the crowd, searching for any table that needs cleaning. The couple get up and the waiter walks over with his tub, cleans the table, removes all leftovers and goes back to his place. Stands there and watches again. Tired eyes.

A kid next door. His mom slaps him and he wails, 'What did I do.....Pappa come fast, Mom is beating me....!'

A new team leader arrives at Work. He's short statured, a bit low on the technical front but looks good in people management. A bit hesitant, trying to win the loyalty of a new team, balancing between bossing and understanding, getting bewildered by the aggressiveness of the senior management, pretending not to be listening when we make fun of his predicament...

A chunck of unstructured time arrives. Archana and Tejas are away at Nagpur visiting her sisters'. I take a week off and stay at home. Suddenly there's an abundance of the most scarce commodity in my world---Free time! Empty room. All the time in the world to give life to my dreams, to plan, to do, to stare at new horizons....and what I do is just while away my time in laziness, mindless reading and daydreaming. At the end of the week I sit up and ask, 'What happened?' No answers. And No judgements too. It's okay to laze, to stay relaxed, to let go and do NOTHING!

Suddenly I tell Mom. 'We'll be leaving in another 2 years.' She is worried.

Petrol prices are about to go up exhorbitantly. There's a suggestion that fuel could be rationed. Then? 'Can you ride to your office on a bicycle?' I imagine it for a minute. Not improbable. 'But what office are you talking about? What if the IT industry collapses?' ... What if fuel prices go so high that very few can afford it? What if oil reserves become empty? Will we go back to horse carriages, bullock carts?........ The first signs of days to come!

'When the human order collapses, a divine order will replace it immediately. We'll never be left alone.'

In this I trust. We will wake up to that tomorrow. You and Me. All of us.

Early morning. I channel the light. Just before hitting the bed at midnight, I channel it again. 'This light is God. It will transform this world. Spread this message everywhere, through websites, emails, blogs....Tell your friends. When a large number of people take up a simple act, it gains enormous strength and builds up a revolution...Do it. Tell others....'

Yes, I will.....


  1. Hi.


    Just being a bit random, but I'm reading "The Prophet" by Kahlil Gibran at the moment. Have you read it before?

    P.S. I like the visuals you create in your posts :-)

  2. Hi Jen...How're you?

    Nice to have you visit here after so long.

    I'd read this book about 4 years ago, and recently, I browsed through a few pages. I have the complete works of Khalil gibran and sometimes I look through 'Sand and foam'--It's similar to 'Prophet' in a way.

    How're things? My hi to Jassen :-) Take care.

  3. Exceptionally well written, as always, Vishwa.

    Your response to Swami Sukhabodananda is about the same as my to various gratingly spurious TV evangelists here in the U.S.

    Death is strange. In my profession I’ve been with the dying and with the friends and families of the dead. For the most part, we humans deny our mortality, sometimes up to the moment of death.

    When tragedies strike—earthquakes, tsunamis, cyclones—we so often cannot comprehend that thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of human being have died. We find it difficult to shed tears. Yet, the story on one death—one child, one parent, on spouse—can open the dam and allow our tears to flow.

    I certainly hope you are right: “When the human order collapses, a divine order will replace it immediately. We'll never be left alone.” I wonder if we shall know soon.

    Blessings, my friend. Let us live in the light so that it flows through us into the darkness of the world.

  4. About a boy (5-6yrs) moving a huge pipe that blocks the road, seeing the boy's determination... people stop by and help, now there is a crowd .... "only if one person wills" it said.....

    It was last year's best ad of the year.... as always I forget the channel that did the rating or the product it marketed..

    my state is an abode for swamis (read fake god (wo)men) these days, I have always disliked them thinking about their lack of cleanliness and overgrown facial hair... !!

    Thank god you haven't quit blogging like cricket, one of my few blog mates who is still active here..

    cya Ash

  5. Hi ash...Yes, we haven't quit blogging after 3 years, isn't it?
    Remember the fights with Chez and the goof up with Bhanu?
    Wonder why those guys stopped blogging!
    Thanks for commenting. Take care

    Nick...Thank you. Yes...we need to hope for the best. I too am curious to know how the divine order will replace the crumbling human system and take us into a new age.

  6. I know Vishwa..... the fights with Chez, it was irritatingly entertaining and the flow of thoughts were too good..... I was just reading thru my old posts...and Bhanu, that guy.. nice times