An baffling thought I at times have is about the conundrum of birth and the debut of new life. How can something so physical and biological (and may be chemical) lead to formation of a new life – a life with body, mind and conscience. This gives a pretty bigger meaning to the essence of reproductive characteristics of any form of life for that matter. The first tiny green leaf of a seedling or be it the hatching of an egg leading to a chick, life (birth) is a mystically beautiful. It kicked off from a biological process, but what smiles as life amidst us is much beyond that. When does everything get so much baptized with that bliss of life? As I write this today, I am not just a bunch of chemical reactions or a set of particles( and/or biological cells) in conjugation, I am more than that, and so are you. When does one change existence from just the conjunction of two gametes to what we call a life?
I remember an exercise that we were made to do in groups in my Art of Living classes. Each person closes his/her eyes, and asks the companion- “Who are you?” After each answer that I gave, my companion was just re-iterating the same question as if hinting that I don’t know who I am. I was defining the way world knows me. Hence the bigger question still remains “Who am I?” Do you think your essence is in consanguinity with that very instant when you were baptized with life? I wish to conclude now, but will let the tantalizing thought linger.
Song I am listening to : Wahan kaun hai tera…from movie Guide. Try listening to this song here.
Current Mood : Contemplative, as always ;-)
Wahan Kaun hai tera..
Musafir, jayega kahan
Dam lele ghadi bhar,
Yeh chaiya payega kahan.
Koi bhi teri raah na dekhe.
Nain bichaye na koi
dard se tere koi na tadpa
Aankh kisi ki na roi
Kahe kisko tu mera
Musafir, jayega kahan
Kuch tera na mera.
Musafir jayega kahan
I remember an exercise that we were made to do in groups in my Art of Living classes. Each person closes his/her eyes, and asks the companion- “Who are you?” After each answer that I gave, my companion was just re-iterating the same question as if hinting that I don’t know who I am. I was defining the way world knows me. Hence the bigger question still remains “Who am I?” Do you think your essence is in consanguinity with that very instant when you were baptized with life? I wish to conclude now, but will let the tantalizing thought linger.
Song I am listening to : Wahan kaun hai tera…from movie Guide. Try listening to this song here.
Current Mood : Contemplative, as always ;-)
Wahan Kaun hai tera..
Musafir, jayega kahan
Dam lele ghadi bhar,
Yeh chaiya payega kahan.
Koi bhi teri raah na dekhe.
Nain bichaye na koi
dard se tere koi na tadpa
Aankh kisi ki na roi
Kahe kisko tu mera
Musafir, jayega kahan
Kuch tera na mera.
Musafir jayega kahan
