I have walked the flat surface along with my tribe – I have trudged the sandy flats. Vast featureless landscapes as far as the eyes can see. I have climbed the rocky desert mountains – where only me, the rocks, mother Earth and the Sun talk to each other. Like an anvil the heat beats my head and pounds the rocks. Even the proud rocks are afraid to utter a single sound lest they invoke the wrath of the Mighty Sun.
Sand or rocks – there is no sound, there is no existence, there is no vegetation, and there are no clouds in the sky, only an unending pattern of sand and rocks.
For thousands of years we have maintained a balance – and faced the wrath of Nature at its extreme. We have roamed and wandered and moved from place to place and time to time. We are the Nomads who are inhabitants of the arid desert landscape of our Mother. We maintain an equilibrium with the civilized dwellers who live in other parts of the world.
Vegetation cover out here is sparse, almost non-existent. It is a wilderness beyond all wildernessess. It is bleak, desolate, sandy at some places and rocky in some. Sand, sand, sand everywhere – undulating dunes – which seem to have stood frozen through the centuries. Rocks and rocks – proud rocky hills – staring proudly at the Sun – crumbling mountains – new mountains forming everyday – that is what my world is all about.
I roam from rock to rock, sand dune to sand dune – I eat desert mice and I pray. I have no religion, no roots, no lineage – yet I pray. The sun burns my skin, the burning sand scalds my skin, the hot air burns my soul – but I go on and on and I pray. Featureless planes, similar patterns – everything seems to be the same – constant, unchanging, unyielding.
But this constancy is not real.
I know everything moves when the storms come. I have seen such desert storms – I have been in such desert storms – I have seen the vast waves of sand hundreds of feet high as they come racing towards us. I have seen the unprepared being sucked into the womb of this sand-wave monster and never being found again. I see nothing when I am in the Storm. It makes me realize how insignificant we are in the face of our Mother’s wrath.
I have seen old mountains being destroyed and new mountains being created. I have seen beautiful sand art as our Mother carves infinitely beautiful images on her sandy canvas. Creation after destruction. Once the storm is over, I feel the lull. Once the sand-mist clears and the veil lifts from my eyes, I see once again exquisite art carved out of the uncarvable. Only Nature can create something so beautiful. I have seen and been witness to the eternal cycle of destruction and creation, which very few have the good fortune to experience.
Yes I am one of the very few favored sons of Mother earth.
I have seen, touched, smelt, tasted, heard and realized Beauty everyday of my life – I realize God every moment of my life.
For God is Beauty.
I have always been fascinated by the unparalled beauty of the first dimension.
Yes, I am talking about the line. The fact that an entity can extend in diametrically opposite directions towards infinity from a central point has been a central point of my existence.
When I was a kid, my dad would come back from office and often find me either drawing a straight line or staring very intently at a line segment I had drawn.
“Look, Daddy .. here’s a line I have drawn”. I would proudly show him a near perfect line I had drawn.
“Very good”, he would say and smiled appreciatively. I would get motivated and tried rendering still more accurate lines.
One fine day, he pointed out “What you have drawn is actually not a line, but rather a line segment”. This was a remarkable day in my life and changed my entire perception of the 1st dimension.
My fascination for this pristine geometric order kept on increasing until one day I made a remarkable discovery. If I folded the paper in a cylindrical fashion, the line segment actually became a circle! Just imagine, you change a dimension and a line becomes a circle.
I reported this weird phenomenon to Daddy. He smiled in his knowing way and said “You’ll discover many such things as you grow up – but this is one of the biggest things as yet! Good job!”
If a line could become a circle by merely adding a dimension (rolling a page into a cylinder), then anything could be possible. The human mind, bound as it is in the constraints of time and space often fails to realize the significance of many things.
This incident made me realize the limitless possibilities of the human mind.
Now there was no beginning or end – everything coalesced into one line.
There was no infinity, yet if you travel on a circle there is neither beginning nor end.
You can look towards the future or you can come back to your past.
As time went by, the larger implications became clear. Human mind is a creation of utmost refinement.
The line or circle (or call it what you may) became my motivation. I could do anything as long as I was traversing the line.
There was no past, no future, no beginning, no end – just a continuity where you travel and travel. At the end of the day, it is a matter of competing with yourself.
I am my own answer.
Break free and run.
Tear off the shackles.
These were the thoughts running through my head after I saw the Dog.
I was on my way from Karunamoyee to Technopolis.
The traffic suddenly slowed down because the 3-lane road converged to 2-lanes – the middle lane was empty.
We all looked at the middle lane, wondering why, when suddenly I saw the Cause.
It was a Dog. Running like hell. Right through the middle of the road. Without any thought, any fear, any apprehension – totally focused on a destination whatever it might have been – the dog streaked by.
The supreme indifference with which the Dog treated the nearby traffic was a visual delight.
The dog had broken free and had torn off all the shackles. It ran like a possessed being – unafraid, focussed and unwavering.
It set me thinking – I need to break free.
I need to tear off all shackles.