Beauty

Today I wanted to write about Beauty. Webster defines the word as the following :

1: the quality or aggregate of qualities in a person or thing that gives pleasure to the senses or pleasurably exalts the mind or spirit : loveliness
2: a beautiful person or thing ; especially : a beautiful woman
3: a particularly graceful, ornamental, or excellent quality
4: a brilliant, extreme, or egregious example or instance

The beauty I would be speaking of, would not touch any of this :) So ride with me on a motorcycle into my own world of beauty...

In the quietude of the evening sunset, with the silent cars leaving their shallow trails of engine roars in the air, one ponders if the winds afar is speaking something to you. In the dimming light, the stars pop out of nowhere; the same stars that steal our sight when we were a child. To find beauty in these stars isn't the hardest thing in the world for a child. For they capture our imagination, and we are left drawing spoons, and imaginary creatures on the canvass of the sky. The joy of creating something out of nothing has always been everything for the creative minded for a long time. There is thus beauty in creation, and discovering.

Expanding upon the aspect of beauty I touched above, lets travel to another area of beauty. The beauty in understanding. When a clamour of twines and twangs doesn't make sense to you, one cannot find beauty even in the most beautiful musical instrument.
But when you begin to connect the patterns of the various musical notes, with duality of the constant rhythm, and variations in pitch constantly adoring the unchanging, even the most unkindful of souls drown in the ecstasy that is music. When the deaf experience the same effect, but in the notes made by actions, they are able to feel the beauty that is present in this aspect of duality expressed in life. This is the beauty that is experienced by one's senses initially, but becomes that of our being with the depth of the experience. Touching the shores of knowledge, where anyone else hasn't touched before also yeilds the sense of serenity, which can possess any person to madness and thus beauty. :)

Beauty essentially lies in the experience. Only when we become one with the experience can anyone really get closer to beauty. However, it is in a person's feeling, the familiar playground for beauty expresses itself more fully. I felt great !! That is one of the phrases we say when we went through a great experience or after accomplishing something that never was. Yet, it is no more than a feeling of elation to take one to the realms beyond the physical.

Perhaps, the feeling we experience when we are with someone, could be the closest thing we have ever experienced to beauty. Each of us have a story to tell about that.
About how even the most quietest of silence with a particular person can evoke the greatest of excitement racing in our hearts. Everybody have experienced this. And will cherish this facet of beauty in their whole life. Sometimes its capable of bringing a smile in our face when we remember those instances. That is truly beautiful. For it is in those rare moments, that we are able to put down all the veils of shadow we cast upon ourselves, and shine in the resplendent light that we truly are. Perhaps it is the most beautiful thing, to realize that we discover ourselves through another person. The world, filled with its heavy traffic noise, is capable of making us forget who we are, and who we were. Yet it is the beauty in the moment, that is truly being expressed, when the moment occupies the other person without any strings attached. :)

Here ends my journey through this beautiful world, under the deep blue sky with a green pine tree ravishing the undercurrent voices of daily life :)

Santhip

A flower.. in the moment

A flower evokes emotions of serenity,peace, joy, and a sense of pristine freshness, in a person who has been living most of his life within four walls, "separating" him from the motherly bounds of nature. Imagine the visual image of a wild flower, growing under the tree dressed in a moss coloured bark, with its smile extending beyond the weeds that give it company, and adding to the music in the air of the jungle, by calling forth the bees in the area towards it. :) Beautiful .. isn't it ?

When a person is awed by its beauty, and when he forgets all the burdens of his mind, enjoying the beauty of the flower in that moment, he becomes one with the nature that gave him birth, by perceiving the oneness that binds us to all nature's creation. Nature has its own way of doing things. The "natural" way.Law of the Jungle. Call it whatever you like. But the fact remains, many amongst us, why myself of course, have been subject to the "law of Survival", in a setting marred by Cement Concrete, and a mirage filled with hopes of a "comfortable life".

The little flower, is capable of making us green with envy. For its free; wild; can be the flower it wants to be, and woo all the bees to have some fun.( Imagine that in a city environment. Wooing all the women you want to have some fun ? Nah... City women cannot be compared to flowers :) Atleast not all of them :P ). Human beings are so greedy, that they would like to revel in the beauty of the flower everyday. The result : potted plants. Complaint's cannot be made. But by the ideals of liberty and freedom, which is cherished by all the human beings on Earth and imbibed in the most fundamental chaotic creation created by nature ( the freedom to be ), I question the potted jail we subject our flowers to stay in.

The flower gets to bloom to its teenage fullness, in a home far away from home, in the balcony of an apartment, or upon a table top beside the window of a 10 storeyed building. Soon it would feel the lacking in the "home" where it gets fed well, and drunk well, and plenty of light to green up its food supply. The lack of freedom in the air. The hum of the Air conditioned replacing the "whisky" humming of the bees. Home sickness arises in the plant. The human being involved with the plant, god willing may he be filled with peace, might then shower love upon the plant, and the plant finds a new home within the concentric wall of the mud pot it is in. The tender touch of compassion upon the petal of the flower, fulfillment of its tiniest role in putting up a smile upon the smallest of individuals, considering the larger scheme of things it had once been a part of, fills the flower with hope, and the sense that it can indeed be what it used to be to the human being. But the truth remains. It is far away from Home.

All of us are filled with beauty beyond measure , like that flower. Yet we get trapped in a pot atop a 5 storeyed apartment window. Nature awaits us to return to her, under that moss green colored tree, to pour some whisky to the honey bees and to bring a smile upon the face of a passerby. Yet, inspite of the paradoxical situation of the flower finding a home away from home, the flower is still in its home, in the hands of human nature.

LONG LIVE HUMANITY !!!


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Santhip