Sunday, November 28, 2010

The ringing bells..


The train took a sudden stop before Haldwani.

“What is it?” I got up and saw Adi quietly looking out of the window.

“Papa, a station has come but there is no one on it. All I hear some bells ringing?” Adi keeps talking about the voices he believes he hears.

“No and it’s not a station beta, we are at outskirts of Haldwani. Let us start packing. We should reach in few minutes”.

“It’s there Papa. You don’t hear”. Adi shook his head.

“Oh I do beta. But we need to rush”.

I was wrong. And I was lying. The train stood at the outskirts for around half an hour. And I didn’t actually hear anything ringing. Perhaps I wasn’t quiet or open enough.

I found later that on the other side of the train was a temple and actually the bell rang.



Surrounded with past nostalgia, current struggle and uncertain future we end up accumulating and submitting to all our emotions. And in that we fail to hear the sound.

But there are songs to all of them. Songs of an old loss or love, of pain or misfortune, self-inflicted or caused by others, shared or kept within the heart. Songs those help us forgive ourselves as we hear them*.

Perhaps we aren’t as difficult as we pretend to be. We owe a tryst to self acceptance, of whatever we are, however we are and wherever we are. Complains must stop, burdens must go, as we learn to enjoy the present with an open heart and resolute mind.

 
 
(* sharing a poem by Wendell Berry, 1987)


I go among trees and sit still.
All my stirring becomes quiet
around me like circles on water.
My tasks lie in their places
where I left them, asleep like cattle…

Then what I am afraid of comes.
I live for a while in its sight.
What I fear in it leaves it,
And the fear of it leaves me.
It sings, and I hear its song.

5 comments:

How do we know said...

beautiful... how u paint images. how Adi is turning out.. everything abt this post, but that poem, most of all.. funny, i came to write a similar post on mah blog, read this one, and am going back with a smile and no post :-)

Manish Raj said...

@ HDWK - Thanks. I know we both see the same images and have similar thoughts.

So how is life at Gurgaon? How is Ishaan? Will catch up soon.

Veenasreehari said...

Oh Manish! Lovely!!!

DabralS said...

Beautiful!!

Pinku said...

we fail to hear cause we are too absorbed in blocking out everything except that which we think we need to hear. Not so with children.

Take this opportunity to hear what Adi hears and you will find yourself.