Sometimes it is liberating to read certain books. A few lines a day and you are filled with new thoughts....you are not thinking the way you usually think and you realize that certain things are so simple and we hardly observe them within us....then you feel....you are so lost with your everyday routine that you have stopped thinking differently...........your life is scheduled....and you are scared to stop doing something.....or to start doing something new....
I have these books in my shelf for a long time and I don't read them page to page.....nor I go back to the same page the next day to continue what I was reading the previous day. I just randomly open a book and start reading.....just before going to bed....and I feel refreshed and a new thought comes to my mind ....an unusual one.....something different from how each one of us live our lives everyday....
One such thing I read was about our obsession to be 'active'......I just thought for a while.....was I like this all the time?.......I then thought of my childhood.....my high school days......when I was in college.....was I like this always?......there were days when I just did nothing....I should say such days were very common.....and when I try remembering such moments.....a few things come to my mind....these are not situations....these are just pictures in my mind....as a kid I remember how many nights I have spent simply laying down on the ground looking at the stars at night....just wondering how vast and unending the sky is....and as a teenager....I remember walking in the front portico at home on a full moon day night simply enjoying the moment......even today when i have to think of a full moon day night, the picture of full moon between the branches of the bael tree in front of our house comes to my mind.......and during college days....I have spent numerous nights on the hostel terrace gazing at the moon and walking up and down the terrace......just being myself.....doing nothing.
Then when I think....there should be something which I loved in all those moments that they remained with me for so long....I feel those were the moments where I felt the 'ME' in me....those were moments when I was all alone and the nature around me was with me.....those were the moments when I felt I have a special connection with all the things around me....the trees swinging in the air....the full moon...the cold sand under my feet...
By being active all the time....from the moment you getup in the morning till you go to bed.....are we not missing ourselves?....cant we just be silent....inactive....be ourselves? without feeling guilty of not being able to do anything?......cant we have an empty mind......
I have these books in my shelf for a long time and I don't read them page to page.....nor I go back to the same page the next day to continue what I was reading the previous day. I just randomly open a book and start reading.....just before going to bed....and I feel refreshed and a new thought comes to my mind ....an unusual one.....something different from how each one of us live our lives everyday....
One such thing I read was about our obsession to be 'active'......I just thought for a while.....was I like this all the time?.......I then thought of my childhood.....my high school days......when I was in college.....was I like this always?......there were days when I just did nothing....I should say such days were very common.....and when I try remembering such moments.....a few things come to my mind....these are not situations....these are just pictures in my mind....as a kid I remember how many nights I have spent simply laying down on the ground looking at the stars at night....just wondering how vast and unending the sky is....and as a teenager....I remember walking in the front portico at home on a full moon day night simply enjoying the moment......even today when i have to think of a full moon day night, the picture of full moon between the branches of the bael tree in front of our house comes to my mind.......and during college days....I have spent numerous nights on the hostel terrace gazing at the moon and walking up and down the terrace......just being myself.....doing nothing.
Then when I think....there should be something which I loved in all those moments that they remained with me for so long....I feel those were the moments where I felt the 'ME' in me....those were moments when I was all alone and the nature around me was with me.....those were the moments when I felt I have a special connection with all the things around me....the trees swinging in the air....the full moon...the cold sand under my feet...
By being active all the time....from the moment you getup in the morning till you go to bed.....are we not missing ourselves?....cant we just be silent....inactive....be ourselves? without feeling guilty of not being able to do anything?......cant we have an empty mind......
so well said!
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