Friday, November 2, 2012

MELI .. PURE NATURAL HONEY... 

Intruders were all around my heartbeats and in Intensive Care Unit i waited not for anyone because i knew from shadows i cannot morph a face. During those days, i wasn't even familiar with the art form of editing philosophical quotes in photoshops to humiliate a human element.


From the broken fine elements of my beliefs and many such beautiful earthen fragments i needed to move ahead to rebuild my own temples where i can sit and read peacefully. On side walls i placed my own willpower to resist the hollow blocks of shadows and on my heartbeats i placed the vast universe. There through the finest of fine silk threads i created a world for me minus intruding elements and the result was amazing that i could learn about a million new words in poetic form. In one such search i found a country named  Malta.  


When i searched for Malta i found from google that Republic of Malta is a South European country consisting of  an archipelago situated in the centre of the Mediterranean.  And there exists some of the oldest free-standing structures of this world. The Megalithic Temples of Malta are the oldest free-standing  Eleven prehistoric monuments and are the oldest free-standing structures on Earth, even older than the Pyramids of Egypt.  


The Name Malta is believed to be originated from Greek Language Meli which means honey. Malta is known as a land of natural honey.  Another theory suggests that the word Malta comes from the Phoenician word Maleth which means "a haven" in reference to Malta's many bays and coves.


In a way it is good to move away from the non consistent shadows and in past or in future or a day called present there nothing waits except the inner conscience and there no need to please a world which waits for only conflicts.


I have turned deaf towards the one sided stories and accidents and philosophical  thought streams and there in the ocean i find all in different forms that it is plain blindness if  it is poured again and again to fill a promontory .


Yesterday on my way back home from temple I found this lady again on the street whom i thought i would not meet but we meet such people in Indian cities who work on contract to collect garbage bags from houses. Her daughter Sathya was a small young girl and she was beautiful and i asked  her several times to go to school but she never listened. Sathya joined her mother in her job and later gone back to her village. I found Sathya's mother near  Cambridge Signal and she has turned as a beggar
.  She never recognized me but i remembered her because she was the one who used to pick  our garbage bags in mornings from our  house  on 14th Cross. I felt sad for her that her life will end in that way ahead of the various reforms leaders talk about under the comfort of air conditioned conference halls.

Welfare and schemes are there on compartments of power and otherwise too it is not easy a job to develop a nation stands 2nd among the most populous countries of this world. Leaders of our country in general struggle to settle their petty scores and eventually die in that battle. Sathya and her mother i think are not worried about or not even know who rules this country. Sathya's mother i know begs on the street and spends her collection for an evening drink. It is painful to see such faces but the fact is that 90% of our country's population live more or less in that state.  Projected Economic growth is there on the divided segment and at the benefit of  a few. It may be a forced choice but at the end when we talk about reforms it should not be for the benefit of a few privileged ones but for the the nation as a whole. Free India has not learned about such  reforms and in general all our reforms are based on to make the rich more richer and to make India still a 'developing nation'. 


I find placards in front of schools which says 'this school comes into the 'safe route scheme' of Bangalore Traffic Police and is there any safe route one can expect from the potholes called metropolitan roads. It is wise not to ask any questions that there no one  to answer and to safeguard a life it is better not to follow any routs but follow our own conscience.   


From the show world of flash lights i need to search for a different universe where events slowly move  on geographical borders to invite me to a more meaningful life very different from that of the intruding elements. 


Shadows eventually taught me that they cannot have a face and the faceless taught me there behind the face masks there can be a timid strangeness when the mask is pulled aside..


World revolves around me as a mystery in geographical elements and i find a mystic charm in that.      

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