Cricket and Movies- Most people of my country are passionate about either or both. In fact many of them are crazy about cricket and movies which are a very, very important part of their lives. The last few days have been very emotional and tearful for most fans of cricket. Sachin Tendulkar whom most fans regard as God has retired from Indian Cricket. He is one of the Greats of the game of cricket. Everyone , including Sachin Tendulkar himself has been in tears.
While reading about all this I was reminded about a small boy who told me some years ago that he did not want Roger Federer to win. I asked him why and his answer surprised me, amused me and also saddened me. Roger Federer cried so he was not a man enough to win. It is sad that some boys grow up believing that only girls cry and if they cry they are behaving like girls. I have always had and will have a soft corner for Federer because he is not ashamed of showing his emotions.
Tears are such a blessed relief; tears of joy, tears of sorrow, tears of anger, tears of frustration .Tears of joy and happiness make those emotions so much more intense and the same tears wash away all the negative emotions and bring relief to the heart and the mind. When one is sad tears just come to the eyes and bring such a relief. I still remember the last few moments of my grandfather. His children and grandchildren were near him, we could see his life ebbing away and when he was no more, we all started crying though we knew that those were his last moments. Those tears were such a relief.
“There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.”
LAYERS- A layer of white clouds between two different hues of Blue.
HABIT Daily evening walk in the park
She was telling me about her husband, who is an alcoholic. He works when he wants money for it or if he does not want to work he pesters his wife for money. She has tried everything possible to get him out of the habit but it has been like beating her head against the wall. Every time he tells that he will stop drinking but after a few days it is back to square one. She is the one who has worked hard for the survival of the family, his income would have helped but most of it literally went down the drain.
Beating one’s head against the wall- such an expressive phrase, just listening to it or reading it, we can picture the futility of trying to fight a mental block or a mindset. They are as thick and as hard as walls , difficult to break them down. A wall can be brought down but a mindset cannot be changed unless the person wants to change it. Whatever anyone says about it is like pouring water on a round stone. Everything falls away. Such people are just not ready to accept the other persons’ thinking. They are very rigid in the belief that they are right and understanding other people is beyond them but the interesting point is that they firmly believe that they understand everyone, that is according to their way of thinking. Dealing with such people is literally beating one’s head against the wall, there is frustration, then irritation and then anger, but it is all a waste of precious emotions. Lastly, there is resignation, some give in, letting those people live their own lives according to their way of thinking.And some go on beating their heads against the wall.
“Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we’re here we should dance. ” ~Author Unknown
The photo is of a natural stone wall, we saw by the side of the highway, while returning from Mumbai.
Reading about violence, here, there and everywhere, leaves a sick feeling in the heart and the mind. The ones who die are always people going about their daily lives, no way connected with the violence. It is as if life has no value, maybe it does not for people who commit these acts. As it is we can never be very sure about what will happen the next minute, but most people do not worry about that. We lead our lives, living the present and planning for the future. But these violent acts leave their mark in a very negative manner. We start worrying about the unexpected.
When the mind is troubled I remember Sri Aurobindo Nivas in Baroda, Gujarat. It was in 2011, we were exploring that city and along one street we came to the gates of this beautiful place. We walked in and it was like walking into a different time and place. It was an oasis of peace and serenity. Sri Aurobindo lived in this house from 1893 to 1906 and worked for the Baroda State Services. We stayed there for a long time enjoying the beautiful atmosphere and the old world charm. There was such a protected feeling about the place. I remember that place, that oasis of peace, whenever I read about meaningless, violent acts taking place not only in our country but elsewhere too.
“And so, to the end of history, murder shall breed murder, always in the name of right and honor and peace, until the gods are tired of blood and create a race that can understand.” ~George Bernard Shaw, “Caesar and Cleopatra” ( play written in 1898 and first staged in 1901)