September 15, 2022

Lord Venkatesha

I finally got to visit Tirumala temple after years of failed plans. Lord Venkatesha is the principal deity in the minds of most people around where I grew up. I last visited when I was 3 years old. I have faint memories of some journey and places along the way, but I have no memory of the place or temple itself.

When walking up the steps on the seven hills, there are notice boards instructing that, only devotees are allowed to visit the temple, and no one should visit the temple for recreation. I climbed up wondering which category I fall in.

The place, temple town, Tirumala and the temple in it are very well organized. I found it very similar to urban spaces in developed countries like USA. All the roads are paved, cleaned. There is green/blue color direction markers everywhere to facilitate easy movement of vehicles and people. There is car parking at each major place. There is a well organized accommodation reservation system. The entry is well planned, entry tickets are issued with specific time to enter the temple to facilitate smooth and predictable flow of people in and out of the temple. We see thousands of people everywhere, but everything moves smoothly. There is no place that gets jammed unexpectedly. The people, administration, all behave very organized, as if they know their exact job in the system. There are no touts trying to cheat you. 

Of all the places in India, if there is one place where we can see the blueprint of a possible developed future for the country, it is Tirumala. Lord Venkatesha means business. You don't get to mess with the Lord or his place with your petty shortcuts in life, your disorganised mess, and your general chaos.

The temple, probably the richest in the world, has seen remarkable continuity since more than a thousand years. It is probably the oldest temple I visited that is still visited by devotees. Most old temples tend to be mostly of archaeological importance, with devotees having stopped visiting them at some point and now only visited by tourists and history enthusiasts. Lord Venkatesha has seen Cholas, Pallavas, Krishnadevaraya, Marathas, Mughals, Sultans, British, French and the modern local brown men. The uninterrupted and growing worship is not an accident. Communists and atheists may argue faith is farce, but the Lord doesn't care, he has endured heretics, non-believers, atheists, muslim invaders, christian missionaries and a horde of people for more than a thousand years. The faith he inspires in the people is real and enduring. He will most likely endure all of us, all the things we see, going by the historical evidence. Anyone visiting the Lord and denying the faith he inspires in people is fooling themselves and just shows they don't understand the world around us, as it unfolds, as much. Lord means business, and whether we like it or not, it is the place we should seek and observe to find a model for organization, for establishing order in chaos, to build an inspiring future.

February 16, 2022

Hero

"...why should we stand reverent before waterfalls and mountaintops, or a summer moon on a quiet sea, and not before the highest miracle of all: a man who is both great and good?"
-- Will Durant

"Our age has produced nothing great. I want to set an example"
-- Napoleon


Most of our mythologies are chronicles of Heros' exploits. From Gilgamesh to Achilles to Arjuna, men of action fill our stories of the past. There was a time when action was the primary thing to be aspired. It may be because of our evolutionary path, our struggle for existence in a world filled with dangers in every corner. It was the time when we were still fighting for supremacy on this planet.

We now reached a stage where our heros, our men of action, no longer have that primacy in our minds. In our quest for accommodating diversity, we have reduced ourselves to worshipping mediocrity. There is no special place in our minds to people who conquered themselves and the minds of people around them. Mobs run amok trampling everything that comes in its way. There are no more heros to give us a sense of purpose and take our species to its destiny. We are now masters of this planet, but there are no longer leaders among us, to lead us further.

In the midst of this caustic existence I miss the presence of heros around us. Even our movies no longer have heros.


January 19, 2022

Nostalgia

Fluttering thoughts collide against the inertia of the sea wall
Eons of time passing through my mind
I cannot close my eyes, lest I may sleep over the impasse in time
Where shall I stop to discover the thought of your presence

A spirit getting up, moving away, from all that ever have been and will be
What would have happened without you?
What would I think about lying down here, without you?
Will the time slow down like this, without you?
Would I hear the sound of nocturnals and the tiny mosquitoes, without you?
Would I feel this nostalgia, without you?

I cannot ponder over the drifting away
We met long ago, we shall meet again after a long time
Wherever you are, the speck of a thought of you comes
Every once in a while
And reminds me that life remains

Pages of the book turned over
A new chapter opens up every once in a while
When can I forget the boggling past

I will befriend your spirit in your absence
I will engulf myself with your words without you speaking
I will tease you, smile at you, laugh at you without you moving
You are present in my mind, as an unwavering thought
There is no where else I can find you, but in my mind
For the time doesn't stop neither for you nor for me

Prisoner

Endless steel surround me
When I wake up I see no sun
The walls are so thick
Even death cannot penetrate it

There are no stars in the sky
I hear no bird chirps
The air is so still I can hear the sound of silence
No sight of a living soul
Not even tiny mosquitoes come to this deserted place

All my dreams are inside a prison
I am a prisoner in all my dreams
And in dreams inside dreams
I dream about a world inside a prison
There is no one else in my dreams

My legs are tied, I cannot walk
My hands are cuffed, I cannot hold
My eyes are blinded, I cannot see
My mind is constricted. I cannot think
I am not allowed to walk, hold, see
I am not allowed to think

The world doesn't move around me
I stay idle for an endless time
Eternal seasons march without a change around me
Alive or dead, there is no difference

My mind can never ask questions
It can never doubt anything
It can never explain anything
The mind is stilled and frozen
The mind is in a prison.