Monsoon Madness

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Monsoon Madness – Travelling by train in India opens you out of a vista of rain-washed, chequered fields and  people toiling within…

The rains bring a new lease of life and happiness to the vast majority of the population who rejoice in the rebirth of the parched earth… As Gibran says’

The field and the cloud are lovers
And between them I am a messenger of mercy.
I quench the thirst of one;
I cure the ailment of the other.

It was on one such memorable journey from Danapur to Varanasi, that I spied these women returning to the fields after lunch…..

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Flamboyant Tuesday’s 16.08.16


This image of the poppy flower in full bloom reminds me of a beautiful flamenco dancer in a bright red dress, twirling to the music…

The strumming and the flute notes

rise into the atmosphere,

and if the whole world’s harp

should burn up,

there will still be hidden instruments

playing, playing 

~ Rumi

Imperfections….

This flower is not perfect. If I wanted to capture a beautiful lotus flower, I probably would not have chosen this flower…

Its petals were drying and dropping off, it had spots on the newer petals and even the leaf looked old, aged, wizened by veins…

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Yet, this flower drew me to it. Faced with a pond full of flowers, it was only after returning from my trip did I realise that I had photos of only this flower…

It was then I realised that its very imperfections had captivated me…

We humans are marred by imperfections. Maybe that is why the ancient Vedic verse talks about ……

This flower is not perfect. If I wanted to capture a beautiful lotus flower, I probably would not have chosen this flower…

Its petals were drying and dropping off, it had spots on the newer petals and even the leaf looked old, aged, wizened by veins…

Yet, this flower drew me to it. Faced with a pond full of flowers, it was only after returning from my trip did I realise that I had photos of only this flower…

It was then I realised that its very imperfections had captivated me…

We humans are marred by imperfections. Maybe that is why the ancient Vedic verse talks about ……

असतोमा सद्गमय ।

तमसोमा ज्योतिर् गमय ।

मृत्योर्मामृतं गमय ॥

 

asato mā sadgamaya

tamasomā jyotir gamaya

mrityormāamritam gamaya

 

From ignorance, lead me to truth;

From darkness, lead me to light;

From death, lead me to immortality

The verse is almost saying lead me from imperfection to a perfect self….

However, is being imperfect such a bad thing, don’t our scars and would define us, and make us who we are…

Yes, striving towards perfection is a beautiful goal, but until that utopia is reached, we should understand and accept our imperfections…