धारा; The Flow.

It was just a regular day coming to a slow end, when I was coming back from office. I was a little early and the lights were still natural. I thought of roaming around in the society and feel where do I live? There was this group of kids playing, completely immersed in their own world. Playing, fighting, making up, enjoying... doing all what kids do. I stayed there and found it refreshing to watch them.

Then I saw few old people, from the generation of forties and fifties, going for their evening walk probably. They were also enjoying their own world, company of each other and a sense of completion of some mammoth tasks. Every single face has a complete story of mixed emotions and ups and downs. Interesting, yet may not be a part of this thought train.

I read something about observation without being judgmental. This is really a wonderful thing, a bliss. No judgement only valuable lessons. I felt it after my own observations and my own interpretation of it.

Those children, they are at the one end of the spectrum, one end of the joyful journey of life, one end of my observation and those old age people, they are the other end of that spectrum, journey, my observation. Both are in their own pursuit. Both are completely unaware that someone is watching their play full run, slow walk, giggle, smile, innocence, experience and getting wiser by a few more minutes. Just a few days back 

However, this observation made me a bit sad. though nothing unusual, many people watch many children and many older people together, many a times. Why did I see them differently? Because, I saw myself in mid of a river flow, crossing from one side to another and they formed those two sides, childhood and the old age.

This river of time flows just like any other river - unidirectional. It takes  me from one bank to the other one, from being a kid full of energy like the riven on the mountain, towards the big ocean, full of enormous, countless experiences.What I do in between makes all the difference. Those deeds only will shape, how will I be remembered, when my life's flow meets the ocean... the almighty. How small and humble we become when we see ourselves in front of grandness of nature, whom we can see, we can co-relate with. Probably it will be far more humbling an experience which our soul might feel when it becomes one with Him.. Isn't it funny that still we carry so much load of attitude, hatred, ego and almost never let ourselves go with the flow.

Flow... ya, coming back to flow of time, flow of life, flow of thoughts..

Not long back, may be just a few years ago, I went for white-water-rafting, up there in the serene, scenic, grandeur of the great Himalayas and in the lap of energetic, roaring Ganges. Probably, Nothing could come closer to that experience. It was a perfect analogy to the youthfulness of life and charming phase of it. I never thought I could go for 27 KM rafting, but when it got finished, I wanted more of it, I felt far more energy and enthusiasm in me. Now I need it more than ever ... again. 

Just like Ganges, or rather closer to the hearts - Gangaji; have come to the plains of northern India and so is my life. The flow has gone deep and silent on the surface. Still, at times, few whirlpools keep churning me and try to rip apart. but the whirlpools are just the symptoms, actual problem starts somewhere else and at even at some other point in time then the whirlpool itself. That block under the water might be the reason and the whirlpool could be the result.

Sometime back I found life closely related to the journey and now it seems resembling the flow... essentially, I think, there is no difference. Call it a flow, a river, a journey anything; all remains the same - an attempt to unwind and to understand oneself ... myself.