A day saturday
The moments of coffee house are now a days turning heavy. I had an headache today. Tried coffee. It did not work.
For your reads: published in BBC.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/middle_east/8933005.stm
All the way from there till here at the cafe- I been looking at trees; found them sing to me.
Its not that they use words. Every tree looks like an example, if you can feel them then they say a story for each and every one of us.
I was thinking of what my friend told me yesterday morning.
“when you walk into a restaurant, the owner is not gonna ask you how you made the money” < so much about the food.
- but the trees kept on telling me something i have been struggling with.
Stop or go on.
Yes, walking all around those trees. I could but not miss those branches spreading out.
What a balance it is! they grow to a point they can have balance.
Then they spread out slowly with their age. Spreading out. One branch, a point of a branch gets affected- another starts up from someother point. It spreads out; keep the balance to keep it standing.
I mean; it automatically happens; one point stops, somehow another starts up We love these trees. We are attracted, they look wierd from the society we are building.
Uncontrolled, unconditioned, structures. We paint them. And more the irregularities, more interest we have in it. It looks beautiful to us, tells us stories.
What about me, well, i am acting like those trees on cold mountains, don’t spread out that much, going one way, trying to move in one direction, only. Straight. No wonder, I am not payed much attension at. What exactly am I aiming at? I mean, no shade, no history comes out of a straight out “up and up man”.
Don’t we find it interesting, nature builds each one of us with irregularities, the thing which attracts us most and what we try is make things structured in one fashion only.
Are we not trying to unlove. What we love, is one thing that we do’t want around us.
But what we are building is something we don’t wish to see in front. Something that does not arouse love inside us. Ain’t that stupid?
…………Apurva
