Skip to main content

A Little Conversation on Reality



We were on a holiday. The surmounting silence of the place tuned within, while I sat in the surrounding wilderness. Rocky peaks peeped behind the clustered treetops; a little river with emerald waters flowed with soft gurgles; monkeys and Malabar squirrels scrambled up and down the branches; a variety of birds chirped continuously as they nestled in the trees. As I partook of nature’s glory silently, my two little nieces joined me on the little stone bench and started a candid conversation.

B: What are you doing Priya?

Me: Just sitting silently

S: You do not come to Bangalore these days….

Me: Hmm… yes…. Will visit you sometime soon.

B: Do you like the place where we stay now or the one that we stayed in Tadoba?

Me: Both are fine, but the location of the one that we are staying now is good. Look! There are three big Malabar squirrels on that tree….

B: But, tell me which place you like the better of the two?

Me: Ok let me tell you something interesting.

The question that you are asking me is of the past. It is from memory. Memory is only in the mind. Similarly, anything regarding future would be of imagination, which is also in the mind. Past and future cannot be real; they exist only in the mind. The present, this scene, here, now is simply real. So let us enjoy it!

It rang a bell. Both of them laughed, and I joined in the laughter.

Post a Comment

THEY ALSO READ

From Bird-watching to Lord Shiva -Inspirations from Daily Life

I was bird watching a few months ago at home when the lady who sweeps asked me in Tamil, "ஏனுங்கதன்னைபோலஇருந்துடீங்க?"
The literal translation may closely be "Why are you being by your SELF?" (This is a very common utterance)

The words "தன்னை", which means 'Self' and "இருந்து", which means 'Being' struck a cord.





Similarly goes the saying in Tamil, "சிவனேனு இருக்கிறேன்...", which closely may be translated as "I am being engrossed with Siva," or may be "I am inhering in Siva." (Also a very common utterance)

Language seems to be reminding us of the 'essence', the 'being'.... May be all Indian languages or all languages for that matter. 


Random musings....

My Trip Alone To Ramanashram-Tiruvannamalai

My Trip Alone To Ramanashram -Tiruvannamalai
Om Namo Bhagavate Shri Ramanaya
A miracle of miracle, A miracle that can be called the greatest, Of all miracles that takes place in His presence, Is the miracle of His presence in one’s life!
This write up is a letter to my friends who always accompanied me on trips to seek Arunachala, where we basked in His Grace. They were great times that are etched out in memory. Though we are scattered geographically, but in each possible conversation, Arunachala makes Himself present. So I couldn’t help but put down in words this trip alone to rush to His Feet. It is just a simple sharing of the beauty of the ordinary, in the midst of the grandeur of the extraordinary, ‘Arunachala’
I boarded the bus to Pondicherry enroute to Thiruvannamalai at 8.30 AM on 6/10/2011 and reached Ramanashram at 1.45 PM. Since the meal timings had elapsed, I walked up to Shri Sheshadri Swamy asharm for food that the canteen provided. I did a quick namaskar to Shri Seshadri Swamy…

The Embrace of Grace on Mahashivratri

Grace humbles one utterly. This poem is a simple and a humble narration  of the immensity of  the Grace of Lord Siva as Panchavarneshwara abiding in an ancient temple in Uraiyur, near Trichy on Mahashivratri. 

In Shiva’s sacred night, Thousands thronged at His Feet, Into the massive temple that night, The timeless in time stood; to the eyes, an utter treat!
I walked my way in the precincts, Of sculpted splendour of magnificence! In the ancient abode of Uraiyur distinct, Where Siva abides as Panchavarneswara, the significant!



A form so small, yet with immeasurable might- I stood almost mute to address, With eyes fixed on Him in sheer delight, “Appa”, “Appa” were all that I could express!
The priest waved the lamp to the light of all lights, For the earthly eyes to behold, Lost in the fanciful world of ethereal heights, To merge with Him within in bliss untold.
I took a few steps turning around,                                     To make my way out, at the ritual’s end, While some re…

As I Falter as I Fly.....

Attachment binds,
Love sets you free,
Attachment masquerades in the mask of love,
The Master's love is unalloyed,
For He teaches you to be free,
He touches not the mind,
He sits in the heart (as the very heart)
I may not have realised complete freedom,
Like the early efforts of a little bird
that makes its flight in the sky,
I may falter as I fly 
before I realise that flying is my natural ability,
But His glance has bestowed me with the glimpse 
of being uncaged in infinity.