To gather or together?



To gather or together?

Monday. Traditional Blues. Should have taken a day off. Bless me. A, 13-minute walk to work. Reflective and a meditative trail. I try, mobile Vipassana too. Less people, more chirpers with gaudy trees and greenly grass. Ideas are evanescent. Blogs are written here. Paintings are etched. This narrow undulant landscape, winding besides the back of a Simei school. Children are on December vacation. Decibel is low and no murmurs. Trees as tall as 10 storey building; silhouetted by blue and green.

A scene from my latest painting; rape seed farm land in an English countryside. Eyes couldn’t, wallow, swallow and absorb the vividness of it; momentary orgasmic exultations; I was startled for the first time, when I watched it with my beleaguered eyes, napping in a train from Liverpool to London way back in 1994, after an overnight on-call.

The greenery here in Singa is similarly remarkable. Nature in symbiosis with human beings. Like an un- adultered love ebbing from an udder of a voluptuous brown cow. New tall buildings erupt overnight, here and there, along with trees and shrubs. Reminiscence of scenes from Tamil movies, where a pauper of a hero becomes an overnight zillionaire. 

Sunday, hungover took 16 long hours to clear. Getting older. Tequila cocktails, straight from my better half’s bar and avatar. Saturday night dinner with loads of good beings. Music on a new audiophiliac arrangement. Heaven. Bless. Loads of food like a banquet spread. 

We are already on for next weekend menu; seems, we both are OCD’s with weekend dinners, for at least 20 years now. Mantra. Heed and feed people. Look after our and their kind souls. Disregard awful ones. Detox. Hospitality for deserving and hostility for undeserving (!). Life may be riddled with agendas in our weekend ego trips. 

May be.

That brings me back to a Tamil saint Tiruvalluvar who lived 2000 year ago and said:

Selvirudhu ombi varuvirunthu paarthuiruppan

Nalvirundhu vanath thavarkku

“Who hosts guests and waits for the next (guest or party!) is, in heaven, an honoured guest”.

Mind you, not honoured whilst you are still alive and kicking!

However, he further said:

Moppa kuzhaium anichham mugam thirindhu

Nokka kuzhaiuum virundhu.

“Anicham flower withers when smelt, however Just a cold look can wither a hapless guest”

Hence look after them and their sensitivities. Very eloquent Valluvar - who may have been a Jain saint; however, was versatile about everything on this planet. Jainism and Buddhism were the two main cults in Tamil land 2000 year ago, similar to Northern India; both spread during and after Asoka’s time, in exchange amongst others, the script Tamil Brahmi to write Prakrit and Bali from south (Asoka’s time-2300 yrs. ago). Exchange of ideas and brilliance.

Togather or together

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