A lot has been happening lately.
Death of my father's attendant, who took a job elsewhere. His end came suddenly, one minute he was talking, the next he was gone.
I went when I heard it.
The present employers were probably sad, but more concerned about looking for a replacement. He was lying there, wrapped in a cloth and negotiations were going on!
That's life. You are needed as long as, you serve.
Works at all levels.
And I was going through accupuncture, to treat my Meniscus tear and arthritis. The lady is patronized by celebrities. And the chamber is teeming with people who had needles stuck at all odd angles.
And I am petrified of needles and alternative remedies. So 3 days of looking like a hedgehog, I give up!
- Have you done your Moksha? Someone asked.
Amid the bed of needles I wondered if I have become a soul already?
Well Moksha here is somekind of scalding with what looked like a fat burning agarbatti. And boy! It hurt.
And again I think of the pyre, and final sound of the door closing.
Indeed life is short, a bed of needles and then Moksha....
And I still don't learn my lessons!
I always told this story to my trainees. About being the Eagle mum. An eagle mum prepares the nest in two layers, first downy feathers and below that,the thorns. When it is time to fly she removes the downy feathers so that the fledglings who refuse to fly fall on the thorns and that makes them flap n fly away! Bhaskar always calls is cruelty, the bojjat mommy! But to me its a way to push one out of the comfort zone, for the world waits beyond! My kiddos moved out to their own place today. And despite being an eagle mum, I kind of miss the chatter. I knew in my heart I would miss having them around... But they need to find their wings!
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