I thought I was going to return to my silence again for an indeterminate period of time.
I have never felt that anything that I say in these blogs matters to anyone. Even to me it has been more like a rant, as I described in an earlier post.
For much the same reason I have been winding down the limited circulation.
And then strangely I began to feel that I do not even have anything more to say at all really any more.
I began to believe in these past few weeks that I just have a job to do. I have been saying to myself that I must be grateful to God for having that job and that I must go about it as quietly as I could.
Viewed in that light the posts that I had written in the past appeared to me as plain and idle indulgence.
It was in this state of mind that in the past few days I came across a number of articles, some forwarded by colleagues and some that I had stumbled upon. Some of them left a deep enough impression on me that I felt I should either share them with my small circle of friends, with or without my own thoughts on them.
Here is the link to the first of them, a piece on a seasonal topic, the rain.
http://www.thehindu.com/features/metroplus/society/once-upon-a-rainy-day/article7286168.ece
Man's fascination for rain is perhaps as old as the time that he could articulate his thoughts and feelings about it through some medium of expression or the other - poetry, prose, painting, whatever. Ghosh's piece is in that sense on a topic on which much, if not all, that is worth saying has been said.
Yet I thought of sharing this link with you because it brings out how our changing lifestyle seems to affect the way we engage with this beautiful element of nature. It is about a phenomenon that should be so much a matter of pleasure, which is now looked upon with anxiety because of our priorities and the way we live. Yet on occasion it can also bring about so much misery and suffering that it could turn dreadful.
How many of us and how often would we would have not exclaimed Oh! s**t when we found that it had started raining when we had not expected it to. I wonder if people of one or two generations before us would have reacted the same way, as often as we do.
Here is hoping that we would all learn to look at an unexpected shower differently. Here is further hoping that once in a while we will visit a place that will allow us to enjoy the rain in our own unique ways, like Ghosh recommends.
Ghosh's piece is a good example of how simple ideas expressed in equally simple, yet elegant, prose can make for delectable reading even if it does not say anything profound.
I hope you enjoy it as much as I did...
Nanni....Namaskaaram
I have never felt that anything that I say in these blogs matters to anyone. Even to me it has been more like a rant, as I described in an earlier post.
For much the same reason I have been winding down the limited circulation.
And then strangely I began to feel that I do not even have anything more to say at all really any more.
I began to believe in these past few weeks that I just have a job to do. I have been saying to myself that I must be grateful to God for having that job and that I must go about it as quietly as I could.
Viewed in that light the posts that I had written in the past appeared to me as plain and idle indulgence.
It was in this state of mind that in the past few days I came across a number of articles, some forwarded by colleagues and some that I had stumbled upon. Some of them left a deep enough impression on me that I felt I should either share them with my small circle of friends, with or without my own thoughts on them.
Here is the link to the first of them, a piece on a seasonal topic, the rain.
http://www.thehindu.com/features/metroplus/society/once-upon-a-rainy-day/article7286168.ece
Man's fascination for rain is perhaps as old as the time that he could articulate his thoughts and feelings about it through some medium of expression or the other - poetry, prose, painting, whatever. Ghosh's piece is in that sense on a topic on which much, if not all, that is worth saying has been said.
Yet I thought of sharing this link with you because it brings out how our changing lifestyle seems to affect the way we engage with this beautiful element of nature. It is about a phenomenon that should be so much a matter of pleasure, which is now looked upon with anxiety because of our priorities and the way we live. Yet on occasion it can also bring about so much misery and suffering that it could turn dreadful.
How many of us and how often would we would have not exclaimed Oh! s**t when we found that it had started raining when we had not expected it to. I wonder if people of one or two generations before us would have reacted the same way, as often as we do.
Here is hoping that we would all learn to look at an unexpected shower differently. Here is further hoping that once in a while we will visit a place that will allow us to enjoy the rain in our own unique ways, like Ghosh recommends.
Ghosh's piece is a good example of how simple ideas expressed in equally simple, yet elegant, prose can make for delectable reading even if it does not say anything profound.
I hope you enjoy it as much as I did...
Nanni....Namaskaaram
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