I spent the day watching monkeys and distant mountain ranges.
I spent the day watching monkeys and distant mountain ranges.
Many battles later..
I’m still working hard with MTurk have gotten used to this kind of work. Have to defend my working from home habits to everyone, they with their sly smile conveying that I’m less of a deal for having to work from home, while the rest of the working population works from and “office”.
One of my recent battle was in the plains. Got to know a good couple of villages there, we had been there helping setup tiny shops; anticipating the festivals. It was a deeply enlivening process to hear ravenous dogs at night fighting for their territory. Sleep took over me and I ignored them, too tired to worry about an arm getting bitten off, and they did ignore me but the mosquitoes didn’t.
We woke up early the next day, under the ancient hut, it was quite something to bear it all meditatively and carry on with what the situation demanded. It was a good summer among the paddy fields and ancient temples.
The hard work earned me moonlit nights in the open and later under mosquito nets.
It was good to meet all the people and little kids, a drama.
With a lot of this going on one can’t help but remember the good sounds the many trees made in the past. Listening to them at night was good.
This was before we had known about the Ents from LOTR.
It is rare now.
Listening rainforest sounds makes one feel good!
Got back on facebook; a great feeling to read the many stories of the friends there, I had been away for a year on that platform.
I had missed much of what happened last year there. It really is different and I’m pleased to have accumulated a wealth of my writings and photos there too and a break from the clutter and the unfolding narrative of my writing there was something that enabled me to focus on writing on this platform.
I have had sleepless nights and the struggle to establish a sense of sanity.
Meditating at odd times and channeling my energy to the core helped me to function better.
There does remain odd bits of the headache at times and I’m getting used to the noise and the life in the hills once more.
It has been years since I had settled in one particular place sans the travel between the cities and it is fascinating to bring in the expertise from the city life to this, now evolving city of our town.
The terrain is different and my cycling is appropriately adjusted and it is hard work and yet the landscape and the beauty of the hills is rewarding.
I had to run and chase away the troubles that had preoccupied my mind and the sense of calm does surface as I find ways to shut out the problems that the various people manufacture in their scheme of things by being more aware of the aspects of their reality.
It really was a whirlwind of a journey and I’m sure with a few of the thoughts of the Zen and other learnings one could perhaps, in a way tackle the problems that they unwittingly force on themselves and the world, and the situation is gradually improving my mental stamina to defend myself against attacks.
It really needs are combination of thinking processes to help tackle the troubles of the modern world and I’m faring much better now after having found the rhythm of life here on these hills.
I have been away, on and off, for several years and there lingers the possibility of feeling an outsider and yet I go on without any problems for the most part, for I have lived here longer than I have lived in any other place and those were simpler and different time, and there remains in the vastness, such simple places where time stands still, I constantly search and discover the wonderful places.
I have read something new and have discovered some new chapters, there really is so much to be fascinated with.
It was raining, it was cold, it was brightly sunny and hot too and the months have passed in a flurry of changing light and colour.
Happy Valentine’s day!!
We were celebrating the Republic Day here in Ooty, quite extraordinary.
I’ve been to many such celebrations in Bangalore, glad to be in my hometown for this.
Happy Republic Day!!
It has been a tricky day; hard to focus on and the weather is inviting to be out there; the sunny days and the chill breeze.
The walk up the hill and back gave me more energy to find the things to do, there weren’t many people out there this day, empty spaces like the town is sleeping during the day.
Last night I had produced a great piece of work and after a few pages of drivel the attack on the situation and the record of the events that came as a surprise and a change in the hope for the future, a pleasant recollection of the moments that weighed heavy as I wrote them down.
My steps up there were hurried and left me wondering more about things and a little bit of music came back to me as I settled down to work again.
The changes in the quality of the work was greater as I had looked at the printing of the words and thought of the real pieces of words that enough to hold true and a call to the magic of the moments.
When you become a lover of what is, the war is over. — Byron Katie
I see that we are writing on a global platform and all this could be the picture which we are painting and the nature of reality as we sense it around us.
These are subjective thoughts which I have found to be the reality that I have observed.
There are and no doubt there must be a greater stories, defeating the minor cynicism that has been my personal experience with people.
There have been a few occassions to relish in the form of frienship with the minor sort of sods, here and elsewhere, who happen to bless me for seeing them in their conditions of misery and fate.
For I have need to write as a mode of expression that gives me a little bit of casting aside of the troubles that one experiences in the daily mode.
For many days now, I have been studying the Zen book and the Emotional Intelligence book and listening to some gurus about the nature of the world, our place as humans and the things we perceive as the reality from the sense-data and the conditioning that is Within us.
All this writing at times feels like a wasted effort for there are greater literature available to us been gathering dust, and yet I listen to something and write, in the hope that this narrative comes to aid in assembling the thoughts and realizing the various means by which I had overcome these hurdles towards personal progress,, progress of the general kind which the rest deny as having already attained, seems to me to be illusory.
It has been a good few days after Christmas leading up to the New Year when the many folk who usually have something or the other going on for them in this place had stopped their chatter for some time. For a long time I have noticed a kind of cockiness in their conduct, I have observed a general tendency of having been ostracised in the past by this group of people, now that they have been on the receiving side of the greater penetration of the internet and the media there really is a sense of outburst in the pent up anger for having been considered lowly people in the eyes of the people of different culture, for instance, in the past, one Chinese person had warned us about how we only know how to eat and nothing else, as Indians we do like our food, it is like a medicine of some sort.
This kind of criticism made sense to me over the years as I saw, how we as a people, in spite of the strength of the many and a substantial amount of resources are failing.
I’d observed how Tamil people are the enemies of Tamil people’s progress.
I have seen in the past the suppression of the ideas, the technological evolution that is possible by the advancement of the freedom of the people and the great things which without appropriate recognition lies wasted and corrupted in the minds of a generation, wasted under the load of the people who do not empower others to overcome their initial struggle in the learning curve, where we fail others in the world have recognised their talents and have flourished.
The corrupt of the system with the excellence in wielding the power of the money hurt the young who have the potential to excel.
The various groups have the base nature of the past and spring up trouble for the present and they don’t die that easily for having been in power for so long.
It did me well to look back to those memories who ye honor and know of those names which have rotten away.
I have had the opportunity and the courage to report, for it is a dangerous thing here to be, the negative social structure that kills of the talent in the people.
For a state that is rich in history and the lessons they have, it is a pitiable state of affairs for them to be stuck here in this form of baselessness that leaves vulnerable a generation that will reel under the pressures of the decisions made now in the form of what they consume.
Keeping alive the traditions and remembering our roots and the good things that were taught to us in spite of the religious differences is vital for growth. Pity we can’t kill.
Sometimes, one wonders if we are being bullied only because we are not bullying others.