June 30, 2005

Belief—hard to define, harder to nurture. And dreams—where we ‘see not what is, but what can be’, and with a little insight and courage turn ‘what can be into what is’, prudence and skepticism be damned. Dreams aren’t spun with the thread of prudence—else they’d never soar so high. And yes, without the odd and the elusive—and, may I add, the reckless—Mozart would have died unsung and we’d never have met. Your hands, your mind, your heart—instruments to turn your dreams to reality.

Omar Khayyam had it all figured out centuries ago. Our thoughts, too, are nothing but aeons old beliefs, in New Age words. The Truth has been passed down through the ages, but His words lost their true meaning somewhere amid the Machiavellian manipulations of megalomaniacal religious heads. And it’ll take us a lifetime of concerted efforts to understand the profundity of His truths.

You asked me once if I was religious—I understood it to mean whether I believed in the Hindu Gods, and our traditions. Yes, and no. I accept and believe in the existence of a Higher Power, but logic does not allow me to confine Him to mere idols and pilgrim places. The Vedas and Shastras will merit my attention at some stage of my life, probably when everything else has fallen into place and I’m not content any longer to just BELIEVE in, but wish to CONNECT with, God.
“Thera aarambh nahin, anth nahin,
Jeevan nahin, mrutyu nahin
Thu tho amrit ki santhan hai—
Tujhe kiska darr?”

Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam—two verses stick out in my mind right now:

Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough,
A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse—and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness—
And Wilderness is Paradise enow.

Ah, Love! could thou and I with Fate conspire
To grasp the sorry Scheme of Things entire,
Would not we shatter it to bits—and then
Re-mould it nearer to the Heart’s Desire!

What, then, is your heart’s desire? On a larger canvas, there are many things wrong with the world—things that need to be shattered to bits and rebuilt. And someone has to make a beginning somewhere. Maybe you, maybe me, maybe any or all of the kindred spirits out there.


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