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
Today was another spectacular day, the beautiful morning had a wonderful expansive feel to it, I had started up the hill and through the valley and reached the various places of significance and the architectural marvels of the old. The charm is still there. I had been bracing myself well and am now able to ride on my bicycle.
It is a good day.
It was a misty dawn when we woke up.
There are plenty of things to be satisfied with here, I had chanced an exploration into the little buses that shuttle the town this morning. It hurts my mind, at times, to sacrifice the best that a morning walk up the hill gives me to the ease of covering the terrain on a motor vehicle; machinery and all, the penetrating influence of the media they play has the potential to disrupt my meditation and distract me from receiving the as yet unknown mission objectives, that being among the trees inspires in us. It was different to be with the noise as opposed to being noised.
The speed of travel gives one the safety of leaving behind the nefarious ones that one might have to encounter at times, who inflict even more lasting damage early in the morning when the mind is good and clear like the morning air, another reason to sleep well.
It was difficult me to walk today and I took the aid to reach the edge of the town. I hiked up another hill and was fascinated with the way the dale had opened up in the early sunlight, it was a construction zone and there were amazing things to behold. The picturesque scenes were a happy composition, it was good.
Great machines were scraping off the soil and huge rocks had tumbled down in a heap and the tiny-looking vehicles were doing their best against the other metal-creatures in keeping up its proud showroom claims. Thinking back, there was a Bob-the-Builder esque scene being played out there.
I was admiring!
The cultivated land were being harvested and another section down a dale was being worked up to reveal the good brown of the soil. The distant mountains now being revealed was wonderful, this zone caught the light well this morning and revealed to me the many houses, quite a few, indeed, which I hadn’t realized in my earlier visits.
It was strange to come back to this zone and see how vulnerable everybody is in this expanse, quite a few dangerous characters roam the earth in search of their fun…. many people have become very bad in recent years, not all…
mud, lotus, guts, glory etc.
A refreshing rain this evening, it was good. Went to town to search for some cats, a couple of them had been running their separate ways as I started, moving west.
The usual places are being populated by the tourists and their usual stories, one sees the stark contrast in the life they live and the lives of the local population; vastly different and one can still look back to the past with the relics of our transportation, quite nostalgic.
One has to be a fan of the rustic to appreciate one’s lives in the buses of the states. The odd bits of beedis and the fascinating general debris over the wooden floorboards, the peculiar dust which gathers there and the general feeling of being in various states of desperation that we have to contemplate life within the realm of the bogey.
The skeletal interior gives one the feeling of it having gotten made by working hands and the early commuters all have a migrant feel to them, a strange assortment of folk who have just been coming from afar, many a mad folk actually travel in them; come to think of it.
I have been in various public transport in various cities and one learns about the journey and the thoughts in our minds evolving in line with the state of the flight. I have seen many mountains and bridges and elephants in the rain and have survived a great deal of raindrops and thought freezing cold by getting my invisibility cloak on. Playing first class?
Nothing much can compare to the very early morning flying in BMTC through the empty cityscape when the lady exhorts us to Monday Buns. One feels grateful to see our buck take us far, a comparison reveals magnanimity, for we cycle. I think, I may have have injured the medius of my G from those days of travel.
For a moment there I had almost gotten there, setting aside the differences in language and things of much greater gravity with people perpetuate for whatever reasons…. along comes a sudden cat and it works out…