Thursday, 4 December 2014

Barefoot...under the sky


I always wish that beaches should have a signage reading – “footwear not allowed”, yeah, why not, I feel it is one of the most sacred places on earth. The only place other than temples, where I forget myself.

Where do I begin with, every time I visit a beach, it is like reading a new book, it has an untold story for me. I feel so new like as if all my internal softwares have been updated. Like today is the first day for the rest of my life. The sea can wash the weight of the world from my shoulders.

The clarity of the blue sky and bluer ocean engulfs all my confusions. The sound of the waves, the feel of the water at my feet, is one of the best moments I have had in life. The complex ocean soothes me. I feel close to Einstein’s word here-

Out of clutter, find simplicity.
From discord, find harmony,
In the middle of difficulty lies opportunity.

I feel this, everytime I get lost and find myself in the sands of the beach. I loose myself to the vastness of the ocean, I feel timid and lost in front of it yet I find peace, I find myself. I never get tired of the endless blue sky and the blue ocean, they teach me each time that I am a significant small. The untiring waves tell me, you are searching so hard, you have lost yourself, move on, some things never change. I make life decisions at the beach.

I had once read- the cure for anything is salt water – sweat, tears or the sea. Later life taught me; sometimes it is the combination of the three. It is the best place to de-stress, unwind and to get lost. When I am mad at something or in distress, the only thing that runs in my mind is – I want the ocean right now and trust me, it works.

Be it watching the sunrise, or reading a book, for catching up with a friend or just to awaken my soul, it is the sea. I wonder how is that, in spite of the action of the waves and the roars of the sea, I find calm here, I find no answers.

My life lesson – when feeling blue, go to where the blue sky meets the blue sea.
(PS- go barefoot <3 <3…)




mystic and mysterious - my god !!

Between alchemists, contemplation at beaches, self-talks and endless talks with like souls, I felt this is it, the meaningful nothingness and calm heaviness is my version of divinity, the feel.

I get reminded of being scolded by my mother for closing my eyes while praying in temples, gosh you missed the darshan, and I was told.  Little did I know back then that it was this mystery that I liked about god.  The feeling of being there, yet not.

During a discussion at office for a design of a prayer space we realized how culturally and socially man has made this a truth. The interior of the sacred sanctity of south Indian temples, technically called the garba griha, are dark and mysterious unlike the grandeur and splendor of their exterior. The moolavar or the prime deity is mostly made of stone and is dark sans a few ornamentation. They have a flickering deepam which gives lends an aura and a glimpse of the deity. The moment of the aarthi, the only time it is light brightly, I would say, is definetly a magical mystical moment even to an atheist. It makes you spellbound, the play of light and darkness, the spell of camphor, the sound of the bells, the chant of the slokas, the aura of the place.

Also we realized, up north, the interior of the temples as well as the deities are bright and colourful, made of marble and heavily decked up like the culture and festivity of the place. The god is obvious , there are elaborate pandals, people sing, dance and celebrate.
The discussion continued into our love and confusions over the kolams vs. the rangolis, the golus vs. the garbas, the deepams vs. the holi, the adhirasams vs. the rasagulas, we decided it has to be a very personal decision and decided to postpone it.

But the talk stirred in me  my actual love for old south Indian temples, why the visit gave me peace, in spite of not being a strongly religious or ritualistic person. We do not want our journeys to end, do not want all our questions to be answered, do not like our tomorrows to be revealed. Searches and questions keep us going, like there is always a tomorrow.  Oh my…the FM is playing-

ninaithu ninaithu paarthen
nerungi vilagi nadandhen…