The Glowing Sky

  At times we want to pen down our thoughts of the times when we were speechless. Sometimes the words are not enough. Sometimes the time passes too fast. Or sometimes we sit with a pen but the paper in front remains un-inked for hours.   Every conversation that begins with 'Hello' carves its own path - long or short. Sometimes so short that it begins and ends with the same 'Hello'. Or sometimes we stand and immerse ourselves into the short silences during the conversation.   Why are these nuances in life?   Sometimes the sky is multicolored and sometimes simply blue. At times the breeze is too strong and sometimes it is all still. The walks in the woods relax us and sometimes the stress of performing breaks us.   We are the followers who lead at times. We are the change makers who resist at times. We, who are trained to run, are also at times expected to remain motionless.   Why are these nuances in life?   Some sea shells, broken or intact, lie at the...

  Solitude Farm in Auroville seems like an apt example of GLOCEL. As I walked through the entrance of the farm, there were several boards representing the thoughts of Masanobu Fukuoka.     Masanobu Fukuoka, who developed the ideas of Natural farming and permaculture, inspired the Aurovillian Krishna McKenzie to make the community grow and value the local food. If we grow a vegetable  in  our gardens and consume it - it's such an amazing feeling; a way to develop our relationship with the mother nature. (I experienced it when I once had lauki (bottle gourd) grown in my terrace)       Masanobu Fukuoka writes in his book ' The One-Straw Revolution ', "Natural farming has become the rage. Journalists, professors and technical researchers are flocking to visit my fields and huts. Different people see it from different points of view. Make their own interpretations and then leave. One sees it as primitive, another as backward, someone else considers it ...

  It was around six in the evening. The vast blue sky witnessed the earthly play. The green leaves were still. No footsteps could be heard. And the stillness all around had its own charm.   It was as if the vast sea now wants to remain calm, the sand does not any more want to be washed away and the rocks don't want to be weathered. It was stillness introducing a new outlook to everything around.   Did the stillness wait for this hour to add just an extra value to its each second? The dynamism is now to be at the backstage to keep all the probs ready for the stillness to perform. And the show goes on. The birds as spectators may come and go but the show goes on.    Thus, the dynamism and the stillness support each other. Their balance is important - this is probably the lesson of the chosen hour.