BOOKS AND BANGALORE

Monday, January 11, 2010

A Return to the Present...


Come another month and am done with one major milestone of my life. These five and half years have been the best so far. So many people met, so many things learnt… and the journey continues….
And now am all set to step into a new world; sounds like a soldier on a war frontier or something! Right now the only thing I can think of is studying hard[books, books and more books!!!] and giving it my best, that’s the only way I can do my post graduation out here!!!No regrets for choosing something of this sort because this is what I always wanted to be!
The whole system of medical entrance examinations work in India in a sad manner. Medicine is the art of healing they say and astonishingly the system of healing itself is badly wounded!!!
Yesterday we watched THREE IDIOTS…. ”don’t go behind success, follow excellence... then success will surely follow you” …one in a million thought!!!The movie projects idealistic targets…but unless these kinds of changes are brought about we will have lots of so called educated professionals around but no one to help our nation and people! We already see hundreds of us flying out, studying abroad, working and earning a living out there and no signs of returning back home! Blame them not because that is how we are trained to learn and work, thanks to the schooling and parenting we the children of this country get!
A radical change is all that is needed. May sound cliche and impractical in today’s world because that is how we are programmed! But if each one of us shows the dedication and commitment towards whatever we do and a little gratitude for the country…we all have a long way to go…
We all can make a difference.
[P s: and our dear friends who flew out ...we all need you…for a better nation…come back! :)]


regards
Raksha Bhat

Sunday, November 29, 2009

MISS SPRIGHTLY'S FRIENDS

Early morning the mist, snow white and the sun is just up from the bed of clouds,time again to begin a new day. Our dear Miss Sprightly hiding under the soft quilt rubs her eyes when the first rays of the sun fall on her through the small creek of the curtained windows.
Miss Byrdie is waiting for her on the mango tree in the lawn and is singing mesmerizing notes. Ah !well !well! She has news for her best friend, she has something to show her! Hearing her hubbub voice Sprightly finally wakes up, wearing a peach coloured frilled frock sequenced with purple satin laces and pretty shoes to match, a hat gifted by Grandma and a basket to collect wild flowers and berries she sets off towards the woo ds with the all excited Miss Byrdie. As she walks amidst the crisscrossing fields the dew drops on the soft green grass dance n fall down on the ground, the sun peaks behind the canopy to see the little girl in joy plainness.
Little Bambie, the deer is on the roadside munching grass as always, looks up to wish her while Mr. Jack, the monkey on the trees swinging circles with his tail asks her ”Hey!! Miss Spright where are the bananas you promised?” She says” sure thing tomorrow friend!” He throws some delicious and juicy cranberries into her basket.
From somewhere nearby she can hear Miss Camline, the tigress roaring, one of her naughty cubs fell into the ditch while chasing a butterfly! M iss Sprightly takes the cub out and gives him a nice bath with the sparkling water from the nearby stream after which Mr.Junior runs to his mother for his share of breast milk.”Thank You Miss Spright!”says the tigress.
Finally they cross the stream, walk through the green thicket and reach the grassland where the tall grass reeds are dancing to the tunes of the wind. In the midst of the land is a lone tree looking the greenest with bliss to last for a life time! Miss Sprightly the ace climber she is, gets on to the branch on which Miss Byrdie perches upon and as she separates the green drape of leaves she finds a nest, golden brown with three beautiful lily white eggs. Miss Byrdie whose heart is on cloud nine asks” Aren’t they wonderful Spright?” She says” Your kids are a beauty lady!!!”
The clouds refuse to disagree and drizzle and Miss Sprightly with a new found joy bids good bye to her friends and sets towards home, it is dusk time and everyone is tired. On the way back she meets Mr. Rudey ” Hello Miss Spright! What have you been up to for so long out here, and your wild friends? Doing fine? Seems like my gun frightens them! He he! Ha ha! Tough luck Miss Spright!”
Mr. Rudey is one of those old hunters you see!!Our Sprightly is scared of him and so is the rest of the wild!
Night dawns and she reaches home, back under her rug tired and happy.

And the next morning…
Miss Byrdie never sang…
The dewdrops never danced…
Mr.Jack never asked for a banana…
The grass was never green…
Little Bambi never munched them anymore…
The Clouds never drizzled…
The Eggs never hatched…
Miss Byrdie with squeaky cries is sitting at the window sill…M iss Sprightly wakes up seeing tears in her eyes…the sun is ferociously smiling beyond the bare trees...the land is brown and dry…hot winds blowing aimlessly..Mr. Jack was on the road weeping for Mr. Rudey had cut his tail…and he was carrying Miss Bambi dead and hanging upside down with legs tied to a stick…a ghastly sight…a few distance away dear Miss Camline lay slain..the three little cubs weeping…they had lost their MOTHER…her blood dribbling through skin…flowing like a small rivulet and joining the stream.…tears rolled from Sprightly’s eyes...as they reached the lone tree which had lost all her green,she saw the nest lay shattered on the ground..the eggs destroyed…small lives lost...Mr.Rudey had done it again.
The tree stood bare with shame…the sun burning in fury…the clouds evaporated…the last leaf fell…
Miss Byrdie sang the last song of her life…

Miss Sprightly never smiled…

-Raksha






Sunday, October 18, 2009

THE SKY IS not THE LIMIT..Heaven is not a place..it is not a time..Heaven is being PERFECT!!!


I had not heard of Richard Bach until I read a book called ‘JONATHAN LIVINGSTON SEAGULL’. The book hardly takes an hour to read but left me enlightened for a lifetime..87 pages and each page made me awestruck, the beauty with which the author has crafted the desire of flight and crave for speed in Jonathan, the seagull is commendable.
The author dedicates the book

“To the real Jonathan Seagull,

Who lives within us all.”

such is the greatness!

For most seagulls food is important than the flight, we humans are no different; we spend all our lives behind fame ,success and money and forget that our journey is more important than the destination.
But Jonathan was different...

he believed "There is so much more to learn"
His parents asked him be normal like the other gulls, he tried hard but he was happy hungry and learning!
He had the joy of gaining the record setting speed for gulls, one day he loses control of his wings and gets carried away and smashes down on the brick red sea, he learns his limits but does not give up. He then decides to fly in the dark ,he tries to fold his wings and make them short like that of a falcon and fly against the wind, he practises but under control. He finally reaches the Terminal Velocity, a breakthrough for the flock!
“How much more there is now to living..there is a reason to life!We can lift ourselves out of ignorance,we can find ourselves as creatures of excellence and intelligence and skill.We can be free.We can learn to fly!”

Jonathan was shunned by his fellow gulls as they believed he was against the rulebook, they made him an outcast for his irresponsibility. He did not care, he was not sad for his solitude but for the other gulls who refused to open their eyes to see. He learnt new techniques and skills of flying,he was not sorry for the price he had to pay.
Boredom and fear and anger are reasons that a gull’s life is short,and with these gone from his thought,he lived a long fine life indeed.”


And one fine evening he got an opportunity to fly with two star bright gulls,he had finished one school and time had come to begin a new one. He reached HEAVEN. He was with magnificent birds who believed wings are meant to reach perfection not just to fight and find food. He learnt more, he realized this was not Heaven, Heaven is to touch perfect speed, it is not a limit, perfect speed is being there!

His instructor Sullivan once told him,
“Hundred years goes to learn that there is such a thing called perfection and another hundred to get the idea that our purpose of living is to find the perfection and show it forth..we chose our next world through what we learnt in this one. Learn nothing, and the next world is the same as this one, all the same limitation and lead weights to overcome.”

The elder gull Chiang taught him how to fly as fast as thought, to anywhere that is! To fly the past and the future…and to fly up and know the meaning of kindness and love. As he learnt he realized his fellow seagulls down on earth need help, he knew now that he was not mere bone and feather but a perfect idea of freedom and flight, limited by nothing at all!
He came back on earth to find his disciple, Fletcher Lynd Seagull, a perfect flight student. Three months later he had six students, all outlaws. All of them practiced hard and finally time had come to go back to the flock, eight of them flew in a double diamond formation to the council. Everyone wondered from where did they all learn the strange art, days later Fletcher too had a new set of students! He hit a rock one day during his flight but still managed to survive and left his flock startled. Jonathan ,his instructor advised him to get back to his flock and teach them to fly free,he told him to love the bird mob, and help them see goodness in themselves,build Heaven. Saying so Jonathan vanished into empty air. Fletcher began his task..no limits..his race to learn had begun!
Thank you Bach for an inspiring book!more than overwhelmed!

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering.
There is a crack in everything,
That's how the light gets in

RAKSHA





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