Last year, this time, we were waiting the arrival of our grandchild. Those days were days of waiting. Then our grandson came into our world and life was never the same again. He and our daughter were with us for a few months. Every day was a new experience and unique. Those days seem like a dream, they have passed by. Now our grandson will soon complete one year. My mother tells me she thinks back on those days when her children were completing one year, then her grandchildren and now her great grandson. Time passes by.
These thoughts came to mind as I read the words ‘This too shall pass’ and the small story telling us how important and unimportant things pass by in life,nothing is permanent, in this amazing book called Dozakhnama by Rabishankar Bal, translated by Arunava Sinha. In this book we see life as it was then, though the eyes of Mirza Ghalib and Saadat Hasan Manto.
Mirza Ghalib, the great poet lived in the times of the last Mughal emperor, Bahadur Shah Zafar. Manto was a well known writer who lived in the first half of the 20th century. During the time of Mirza Ghalib, the once glorious, centuries old Mughal empire passes into oblivion. The Mughals in their times of greatness, would never have imagined such a thing could happen to them.
It is true for all times. Civilizations have come and gone. Not only civilizations but small happenings that we think are so important may not seem so after a year.We are left wondering.
‘This too shall pass’, just four words but so very significant.
It is said in the Bhadvad Geeta , ‘ In the flood of time, things and incidents, circumstances and environments flow up to our present from the unknown future, to give us vivid experiences of varied intensity, and they in their nature cannot remain permanently, but must of necessity, pass on to become one with the entire past.
( Shloka 14, Chapter 2- Commentary by Swami Chinmayananda)
( The photo is on the Western Ghats, on our way back from Mumbai)