- Has it happened to you? Someone borrowed a rare book, an Autographed book in your prized possession which you loved reading several times when you had time and one day someone came and borrowed it – never to return. She borrowed the book from me few months ago which I bought on eBay and the seller had to find with deep search and told me that what I shall get is an outdated version, the pages are discolored and there will be a stamp of the authenticity that a library had discarded this book and it is out of print and there does not seem to be a possibility of it being reprinted. I had loved this while doing my Management course and it was a great tool for me when I taught MBA students for 15 years. Then one day someone came over. I felt she should read it. I said, please read and return and hasn’t yet returned it and the sad thing is I know she has not even read it once. What feelings it generates in you?
Last Friday in three week’s time I saw a spotted striped blue worm shake hands with a legless lizard. It has begun to rain in Bangalore and the impact of the Cyclone in Mangalore coastal area has made the climate cool. Sometimes, on my long walks I sit in the public garden chair and get to see nature again. Now the sentence above when you read it brings up some emotions and then the rational mind thinks = Oh! but a lizard has only 2 legs and how can it possibly shake hands? True. I made it up but isn’t it a thought to be mentally/ with your heart be able to shake that imaginary hand or see a blind person see you? Does make me love nature, does bring out creativity and inspiration for humanity with the Right side of the brain which I call as my Heart – My true North Star. How about you?
My Mum tried to be cool by saying that she likes all the same things that I do. She was a teacher and in later life devoted herself to social work and took Deeksha in RamKrishna Mission to be a Monk. Worked till end of her life with tribal girls of North East who were sent to the school and hostel she was incharge of by parents who felt the girl child’s life in danger due to militancy. It took me some time for me to understand the significance of her words. She asked me to learn skills. She said skills never go away. I learned to type, playing a flute, drawing, painting, stitching, repairing, reading, writing, speaking as a Speaker, Teaching and realised the significance of her words – ALL THE SAME THINGS I DO. The good skills I learn the Habits I form. Profound. Makes me nostalgic.