The Lighthouse is a beautiful place. Imagine, it is a no-moon night. Somewhere far away from the city lights, aboard a small, or even a big, boat on the treacherous sea, it is an infinity of darkness, made more dreary because of the weak torch with you, going weaker by the second. As it is a no-moon day, the strong currents, unknown and unseen, are pulling your bark deeper in to the threatening sea. The shores seem a distant dream.
As the receding waters 'appear', though really are not, shallow, there is every creepy possibility that you may meet the Titanic fate. Suddenly, out of nowhere, there are zooming lights, going round and round, showing that there is great guidance here which nullifies the boat-bashing boulder beneath.
Nothing now threatens. The distant stars, that seemed so very far away, are now friendly companions absolutely within your ambit. There is a goal now to your rudderless route. Fully assured you are that the shore is just a few feet away.
That is the magic of a lighthouse. It can make the witchery of a threat in to an absolutely accessible promise. No wonder, 'lighthouse' is a standard metaphor for life. In our life, too, often there are moments that can beat the deep sea typhoons, and make them look like a storm in a teacup.
As long as there is that someone (preferably your own self-reflexive and resilient 'i'dentity) there who can positively guide you, at times just by being there, every nightmare can magically turn in to a dream that makes a baby smile angelically. Here is to the lighthouses, and the vision behind it, a zillion gratitudes!
Pratima@How apt appears the title of Shantanu Naidu's book on Ratan Tata, though I have not read it.
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