Anyhow... Goodness is restored, for now. And we may now stride into another epoch of bold, uncaring insanity.
This thought had struck me a few days back, and finally reached its present state from a discussion that took place yesterday.
Often enough, one reaches a phase where one is fascinated by the rhythm cycles that traverse the music all around. From the sounds of a train in full flow, to a classical performance, to the latest radio hit, and even the retro pop rock from the 60's -- everywhere we turn, we observe timekeepers working in perfect clockwork (couldn't resist! :-).
At the next level, one begins to notice the presence of another watch-man. Like the first one, he too is simply keeping count in his own realm, unperturbed and unaffected by the fact that there may be others like him, engaging in a nearly identical task, albeit with an appropriate phase/frequency/amplitude difference. (Engineering ki jai indeed!)
And then, it happens.
As if a slowly growing flame were revealing its environs with the gentle caress of a proud mother, one finds the picture, an intricate maze of many things beautiful, reveal itself in front of one's fast gaping eyes. One looks around to find many, beyond count, timekeepers; each minding his/her own business; each with his/her own clock to follow, and each, blissfully unaware of the simul-coincidence of all of the others. Time, rhythm, balance, poise, love, all come flowing to greet one's newly opened senses.
However, the magic doesn't end there.
Rather, as one is just about to find out, what is to follow has the potential to overshadow all that has taken place yet.
Just as one is about to settle into a self-satisfied mode of basking in the awesomeness of a million intricate timekeepers coexisting in an ecosystem of blithe grace and perfect positioning, a question pops up. Having transcended all the pop-up blockers that one naturally activates to insulate such a moment of pristine bliss, one gets the feeling this could be something more important than the usual online pharmacy ads which adorn the web.
And thus, one opens that neuron envelope, and finds this written on the note inside:
"If all these timekeepers are keeping count of something in such a glorious arrangement, what could that be?"
"Huh..", one sighs, and looks around, searching for who could have dropped such a simple yet menacing little question on one's doorstep.
And then, the old adage returns to one's consciousness:
"Laya pita, Shruti mata."
(Rhythm forms the father, notes, the mother.)
And then, all of one's discoveries covered thus far, seem to shine in a new light, revealing their beauty even further, while at the same time exposing a distinct hollowness latent till now. However, it is not that the hollowness renders anything less magical, au contraire, the sight reveals something immaculately beautiful, filling the hollow channels.
And that fluid embodiment of grace, of vision, of unburdened expression; that dynamically stationary mass of unfathomable wonder; that convergence of light, sorrow, joy, melancholia, together in one gamut; that, is shruti, the mother, the creator of all life, and all that makes it worth living.
For a universe of timekeepers to serve, in a common harmony, together in an undying devotion and respect, one always knew the answer to the question would be one that went beyond all boundaries of current purpose, logic and comprehension. And one is glad to see that guesstimate come true, and so much more.
To those countless little timekeepers, dancing in a cosmic sense of harmony;
And to that which rules over all of them, in a manner of benign, untouchable regality; mighty and powerful on one hand, yet dainty and graceful on the other;
And finally, to That which put the two ends together, to plant the seed of life,
countless respects, a thousand salutations, and my one, true self.
Sigh...
PS: Explaining this concept to a fellow intern at work today... :)
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