Perspective

 When we were young, once we had gone to Ajoba's, Aai's father's, village. One night there, we saw the Milky Way for the first time. What a lovely and unforgettable sight! It could be seen so very clearly and distinctly because we saw it at Gursale, a very small village, almost a hamlet, away from all possible city lights. In fact, there was no electricity there. In a way, that was the first aspect of the perspective, that is to say, how oft the conveniences of modern life take us away from the eternal wonders.

Yet the true perspective the sight thence implanted in me was that of the hugeness, the largeness of that grandeur called the universe. Hence never ever have i been able to take any achievement of mine too seriously or to let it go to head in any way.

 That shivering night vision forever keeps intoning to me the song that the late evening wind was whistling,  the melody of the infinite, eternal and grand world. This perspective has forever taken root in me, and meets me time and again whenever I come across anything superb, be it a Shakespeare play or the Milton poem or the Ninth Symphony  by Beethoven or a great abhang by Dyaneshwara. 

And yet that infinity has not been able to teach me the irrelevance of grief, of the pain due to injustice born out of conscious viciousness. I wonder why though. If the unique brilliant sight could germinate in me the perspective that worlds within, and beyond, murmur the minutiae of my achievements, it should have blunted forever the sharp twinge of griefs, of injustices heaped, of victimisation.

Well, sure it has made me resolve forever not to consciously add any sadnesses or hurts to the huge mound, almost Himalayan in perspective, of those already existing. And, yet, this piddly little heart of mine would continually cry inconsolably for all griefs, whether the perspectives be big or small. 

In brief, the heart and the soul have reasons about/of which the head never knows nothing!

Pratima@ We may look beyond the solar systems, and yet we continue to pine for that just world,that fair vision that enables every innocence to flourish, to bloom.