A few words that seem more meaningful with every passing day.
Writing has always been the first passion. Travel, photography and learning more about different cultures, some other favorites.
On one of our road trips to Ramgarh, I collected some valuable treasures. Memories in pictures. Words in my mind. Words stay with me. Longer than faces. Much longer than voices.
The husband hired this guide who took us through the route that covered Chauli ki Dhauli and Mukteshwar Mahadev Temple in Mukteshwar, Uttarakhand, India. He told us many facts about the different trees, their characteristics, the climate, how people prepare themselves for extreme climates and how nature has made itself so self-sufficient. But the one thing that stayed with me is this.
The meaning of the word BHAGWAN :- BH se bhoomi, G se gagan, V se vaayu, AA se aag, N se neer. We ought to pray/protect these elements. That’s true worship. We cannot survive without any one of them.
So true. Isn’t it?
The recent floods in Chennai and other parts of Tamil Nadu, the not-so-recent one in Jammu and Kashmir, the cloud burst in Uttarakhand, the devastating series of earthquakes in Nepal, the water shortage in California are all examples of nature’s fury as a response to man’s greed. We must respect nature. We must respect its existence. We must allow its flow. We must accept its pace. We must abide by its laws. We must understand its methods. Or else, we will be left with nothing.
I saw the pictures in this album, “Those 90 Hours” – As it happened – The Chennai Floods of 2015 by Vineeth Vijayaraghavan on the FaceBook Timelines of many of my friends. To say the least, they left me numb. I cannot even imagine the plight of the people out there. Hats off to all those who are continuously working on the relief and rehabilitation. Sitting miles away, I could do nothing but watch the heart-wrenching pictures/videos and read about some great souls who got out to show that only humanity can help at the end. No religion. No caste. No gender. No colour. Just basic humanity.
Dad always says that when greed crosses the limit, God screams and his wrath alone is visible. A few days ago we were all debating on various issues ranging from terrorism, intolerance, government and opposition, and what not. And then this happened. May be this was HIS (nature’s) way of showing us what we otherwise refuse to see. We are all micro-organisms in front of HIS might. Our debates, our fights, our anger are all baseless. We can win only if we choose to stay together.
As usual, I have scurried away from my original topic…the pics from my trip.
There was this small poster I found outside the Mukteshwar Mahadev temple. The locals as well as the guide kept looking at me completely amused as I went closer and closer, clicking again and again, for a clear shot.
The words so powerful, the meaning so deep. Indeed, only God can make a tree.
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast.
A tree that looks at God all day
And lifts her leafy arms to pray.
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair.
Upon whose bosom snow has lain
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me
But only God can make a tree.
~ Joyce Kilmer