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| THE COOL BREEZE FROM HIND (Chapter I) |
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| jaihoon |
| 03/10/05 at 22:36:11 |
| THE COOL BREEZE FROM HIND by Jaihoon Ch1. Bull-Man-Cart I stood watching the rain. The fresh and noisy rain. The Sand Dunes are blessed with Silence, but the Paddy Fields are filled with Noise. I stood watching the rain. Within about four clock-hours, I had traveled from the Sand Dunes to the Paddy Fields. The sand was reddish and everything around was greenish. It Cooled my Eyes. This is the truth, to capture your soul, your friend is not telling lies. The Swadeshi relatives gathered around to embarrass my curiosity. 'What is so special about the rain that spoiled their plans? What is so fresh about the marshy land?' They wondered at my wonder! But my wonder coupled with a fiery egoism, never felt threatened by their comments. I kept watching the rain. The Malanadan Rain! The scene after rain is as refreshing as the rain itself. New life forms develop. The existing ones are blessed with a brand new endeavor to Live and Re-live. In some, new life forms come from no-where. In others, life continues from a Shattered Self. From the dead wood, sprouts a new life. Resurrection after all may not be that impossible. Or is it? Every moment in nature leaves its trace for the observer to embrace. Gem-like tiny droplets are seen balancing themselves on the Chemb leaves. And the little child would run up to the plant to fondle those droplets shining in the sunlight. In the Dotcom world, to create a masterpiece as this, will not be a task for the designer to be at ease. Precious moments are for precious hearts to foster. In Affinity, Fear-filled pearls are for Mercy-filled shells to shelter. But a Destructive Child would rather take a stick in hand, and begin his Creative Act of destroying all the plants in the land. This was outside the house, but inside the fence. But there runs a bull cart outside the home, outside the fence. The bull in the front. The cart at the back. And the gray haired driver in between. Thus the Bull-Man-Cart was, for me, three forms of life - the bull with the animal soul, and cart with no soul at all. But the 'life-form' of the middle one was most interesting. He had the 'God-given' soul raising him higher than angels. The Bull-Man-Cart was his invention. It is he who coordinates the movement of the two diametrically opposite geometric shapes: the round-wheel and the rectangular animal legs. Man is, in one way, a tool in Lord's hand to tame the untamed forces of nature. Man becomes the Link between wheel and cart, and thus arises the Bull-Man-Cart. The v-signed horns said how determined the bulls were: whatever the distance, they were ready to bear. In modern terminology, the Bull-Man-Cart was doing a door-to-door service - delivering huge and heavy foodstuff from shops to homes at a very reasonable fee (or else he wouldn't survive in the competitive market). But in the Nightingale's eye, what is there as visible as the Rose? A Bee is in search of the sweet nectar; the thorns and leaves are to it utterly bitter. My eyes passed by the bull. I had a glimpse of the cart. But I began to see the wheel. The moving wheel. Round and round, it was moving like a reel. Mobility in thought, I was beginning to feel. Mobility in style, mobility in thought; far and wide when the ships sail, ocean's mysteries are sought. Mobility is a noble passion. Rest and stillness blinds my eye with Illusion. I have picked the pearls while on the course of journeys, moving across the Watan brought to my mind so many stories. Mobility makes every mystery as visible as glass. Life is just another name for 'parvaaz'. And to have a book in hand written with the 'Ink of Affinity' is perhaps the best companion while on the flight. What is the fault (even) if it strains the sight, for the heart it renders full of light. I began to see the wheel more and more. This invention of man had changed much in this world. He could travel much faster without halting to avoid the heat and cold. The wheel evolved from wooden to iron to rubber to plastic to hard to soft...wheel made man proud and a little rude. But here I was seeing something else: The bulls pulled the cart's wheel: Nature pulled Technology. God pulled man by His Grace. The One who subdued the land and sea for man, His Glory do we praise. Enough said. My story of bull and cart has taken us elsewhere. Empty thought leads nowhere. My Friend! You are a Tasbih granted after years of prayer. In the east and west, you are a pearl so rare. By then, the rain and its traces came to end. The sun and his army were at the front end. The dark clouds disappeared giving way to the white ones. And then it was time to make a choice. I had to begin soon so that later I could rejoice. I had to begin quick, or else the Accursed One would start performing his trick. Beware! Beware! My dear! That devil is trying to make our hearts go sick. contd... terms help Swadeshi - Of one's own country. Malanadan - Of the land of Mountains, i.e. of Malabar. Observer - (here: the keen student of nature) Chemb - A type of wild plant Watan - Homeland Parvaaz - Flight. (As in Iqbalian philosophy) Marunadan - Expat. Referring to the narrator http://jaihoon.com/books/breezebullmancart.htm |
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