DAY 3710(i)
Jalsa, Mumbai May 20, 2018 Sun 10:44 AM
There is a mechanism in our systems that works without warning or commission .. it efficiency is beyond the construct of any human technological invention, and its efficacy, its 16th century Latin efficacia , beyond doubt and argument ..
So .. what really do we think when the bed invites the body to rest and recover its timely sleep .. what does the mind conjure within those closed walls of the cornea in seclusion .. and why ..?
Many would, in all honesty, never be able to disclose their visions - for they are visions are they not. Visions that enable us to develop a desire, a thought, a feeling, .. and while it fructifies in its realm of mental oblations , an offering to the God’s as it were, we disappear .. sound in slumber, lost, forgotten and as my Father put it one of his lines of poem :
‘सोना
मरने का रिहर्सल है
जो इंसान हर दिन करता है
पर मौत के स्टेज पर आते
डरता है”
Sleep , be the rehearsal of dying ; one that the human indulges in every day, but fears to come on the stage of death ..
And thus for me, in reference .. the one thought that the ‘rehearsals’ kept rehearsing was the urgency to rise and deliver the promise of the night before - to write the Blog for the DAY again .. !!
And for that as stated the early morning hours are the most desired timings for any process - be it the routine of the day, the schedules to be kept, the workings and dealings .. all ..
And may I just say then, that ever since the cycle of reminders badgered the brain, from the early hours .. it has taken me some consuming to be where I am now as I punch tabs ..
It is strange though, but quite true, that the desire of being alone, of being with oneself, of doing that without the thought of any other, does prevail upon one as the years go by ..
That hour of the day, that particular location, that seated constant, the occupation revisited in some regularity, and the quietness of not communicating any to any ..
They say age does this .. so I age .. as must we all ..
And I level my thoughts in the surroundings that pervade me each hour and witness in wonder the changing construct of faces, familiar .. of their ageing, of their time gone by and wonder all at once, the density of the travel, my travel through these 76 years !
The streets I drive past in my own city .. the streets I drive past in other cities .. the stages of Studios and their history related to the past work executed there .. that odd piece of document which floats by .. a relative a friend an acquaintance, relevant yet seemingly obscure in remembrance .. attitudes of the known and unknown .. how they were then and how now .. your own nomenclature undergoing attitudinal changes .. the address that others offer in meeting to me .. the ‘hi’ and the ‘hello’ and the ‘hey’ .. their functions and tones that depict the nature of the meet .. from first names to one of respect or disrespect .. from hand shakes and namaskaar backslapping, to attempts at feet touching - which I absolutely abhor - and the embraces of some duration and permanence ..
Change ..
That be the time ..
Change with it or perish .. or not change and hold your own against all else ..
Life is that and this ..
Amitabh Bachchan
Sir, You are living in mumbai where world oldest technique of meditation is still alive, as taught by S N Goenka, technique name is Vipassana, please find time to invest your invaluable 10 day.
