I am the perfect specimen of the homo sapiens kind. Like most others that I have encountered, I have a mind that fritters with astonishing ease. One that refuses to stay at a place for an extended period of time and generally prefers to hop from one thing to another. It does the hopping with great efficiency but I am yet to meet someone who considers that to be a skill of any consequence. It also has a tendency to get (often greatly) perturbed easily. Especially if it spots something that doesn’t sit easy with the conscience. And the world and its people, being the way they are, offer ample opportunities for the mind to revolt against what it has been brought up to believe to be wrong either morally or ethically. Sometimes I wonder if living without a conscience is easier. If you have a conscious, you are conscious of every little thing you do. You think a ten times before you do something and if you have the slightest inkling that you have done something that you shouldn’t have, you spend countless hours mulling over why you erred. If you don’t have a conscience, you go about doing what pleases you. To hell with the consequences. Those will be faced if and when they come knocking. It is this combination of the frequently- frittering-and-easily –perturbed mind that challenges my mental stability. Forget exploring the hidden powers of the human mind through concentration, I am just looking at achieving (and maintaining ) an equilibrium. High time I began on that tratak.
In keeping with another characteristics of the homo spaien, specifically of the Indian kind, I am also what can be described as “fairly religious” .You don’t often find my religious views making an appearance here. I prefer not to lay them out on public display for multiple reasons. Religious views tend to be very personal. No one really understands what you do and why as well as you do. I am not the best person when it comes to words. I can string words to make a sentence but that doesn’t mean I can always express myself eloquently .So I run the risk of wanting to say something and sound like something else altogether. With emotionally packed topics, I can also be at a loss of words. This is guaranteed to bring on a slew of comments on what’s right/wrong/ insane about my views. I dislike confrontations and arguments so I do all I can to avoid them. And anyway these things are better done face to face.
If I were to put my religious/spiritual thoughts in a few lines, I’d say this- I am a believer in a higher power. A little uncertain about its form, shape and exact reach and powers but a believer nevertheless. I look at religion as a step towards spirituality. No matter what religion you follow, it prepares you to take your spiritual journey- one that involves you and that higher power and doesn’t take into consideration what religion you came from. Which is not to say that religion is not important. Its religion that teach us the difference between right and wrong, disciplines the body and mind, gives us some degree of discriminating power. On the face of it the boundaries of religion seem more defined than that of spirituality but I suppose as you go along the path and grow, your understanding gets clearer and the boundaries better defined.
Till such time that I reach a stage where I fully understand and appreciate all the elements of spirituality and attain that elusive lasting peace and stability, I will have to put into place some sort of a make- shift arrangement to restore my mental stability. I am yet to figure out what precisely that make-shift arrangement is. I am currently thinking on the lines of a stint in the Himalayas.
Sharing a few pictures of Haji Ali taken some days back on our visit to town. There isnt any real connect between those two paras on religion/spirituality and the visit. But build one if you feel like it. We were in town and one of the mother’s relatives was keen on showing us “his area”. I was kinda tired and not too keen on any more “Mumbai Darshan”. Its surprising how many “Mumbai Darhsan” spots I still havent seen, having lived here for some6-7 years now. But the boy was bubbling with enthusiasm and it was hard to refuse him. So I went along. Here’s what I learnt post visit-a -if you ever decide to visit the dargah, make sure you donot go on a Sunday.You will either get crushed underfoot or get shoved off the causeway. b-prepare yourself to mentally cut off from the crowds. The crowds are crazy but the dargah is truly peaceful. Snatch a few seconds of peace before you get pushed out by the caretaking staff. Besides the peace of the dargah, the smell of rose itra/perfume is another thing that stayed with me. And c-be prepared to see yet another beautiful historical site gradully crumble under the effect of wear and tear. My mother remembers seeing the dargah as a white structure as a young girl. When we made the trip it didn’t look white at all to me. The structre dint look too strong either.
the causeway leading up to Haji Ali. You cant walk down the causeway during high tide- it gets submerged under the water.
a shot taken from the causeway that catches the shikar of the Mahalaxmi temple.
the main enterance
the dargah. its not really white, is it?
the endless stream of people !
Note: Please bear with the changing themes.Consider it to be a fallout of the unstable mind. I cant decide which theme I like best. The last one had a great font size but this one’s header size is larger and therefore better. But the font’s smaller! I can never seem to make up my mind!!How do you people resist changing themes?