Solitary Morning Walk / Fr. Dr. K. M. George


Solitary Morning Walk. Covid Times – 1
Life’s Victory over Death and Decay

This morning I made a snap of this fragile creeper celebrating the delight of life over the dead and decaying trunk of a once mighty tree. We may not all know the name of this humble plant. What we think for sure is that it is a weed and that it is of no use to human beings.! You may weed it out, but not its glorious testimony to life.

(kmg, Kovidakam, Devalokam, 27 April 2020)


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I casually noticed this ivy plant on the outer wall of a villa’s compound this morning. One may instinctively feel a certain melody and rhythm in the pattern of its natural growth. It seems all nature including our bodies is endowed with that quality, visibly or invisibly. But we seem to prefer jarring notes.This little plant seems to invite the passersby to attune themselves to the rhythm of life.

(Kmg, Kovidakam, Devalokam, 29 April 2020)


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Touch Me Not

For children in tropical regions “Thottavadi” or Touch – me – not (Mimosa Pudica) appears to be an amusingly quizzical plant. As soon as you try to touch it, the plant “locks down”. When you move away it unfolds. One of the most sensitive plants, Thottavadi seems to smell the human touch, more often than not, as an attempt to crush and shred, to pluck and kill. Hence the lock-down! But the shy plant shows up joyfully to light and air, mist and music. All plants and animals have this sensitivity in varying degrees. While we humans are the least sensitive, our microworld cousins like bacteria and viruses seem to be extremely sensitive even to infinitesimally small variations in temperature, and other cosmic forces.May be one reason for the novel corona outbreak. Let us respect their modesty and deep sensitivity to the environment.

(Kmg, Solitary morning walk, Kovidakam, Devalokam, 30 April 2020)


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When we want to give a gift to someone it would be good to include seeds and saplings. Some recipients would plant them, and later when they take flowers or fruits from them they would remember you in gratitude and love. A little boy from Idukki gifted me some seeds , and two years ago he himself planted a mulberry tree in my courtyard. This morning I gathered the first fruits as you see in the picture, and blessed the boy in silence without his knowing it. When all plants and trees become gifts (indeed, they are ) our human psychological memory of gratitude and the biological memory of the various species of plants weave into each other and go back to millions of years as one single life. Let me dare to coin a new word for this joyful experience – Symbiomnesis, memory of life together.

(Kmg, Kottayam, കോവിദകം, 30 April 2020)


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The Unfolding Green Umbrella

Sometime back I buried a piece of Chena (elephant yam, ചേന ) in my backyard, and forgot all about it and its location. Suddenly to my surprise two weeks ago a powerful cone-shaped shoot broke the ground and emerged in full vigour. My memory was restored. It seemed plants and animals never forget their original location while we human beings can move out and forget our roots. The architectural beauty of this young plant is remarkable. In fact, every plant and tree has its particular architecture. Let me call it arbitecture (from Latin arbor=tree). Developing a fine sensitivity to the infinite shades of arbi-tectural diversity can be very enriching.

(Solitary walk, Corona times, kmg, കോവിദകം, Devalokam, Kottayam. 2 May 2020)


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Can you see in this simple orchid flower a dancing girl offering a gift to you? There is dance in every speck of the universe from quarks to quasars. There is amazing insight in the concept of the cosmic dance as represented, for instance, by Nataraja, the Lord of dance. The more we are able to feel the vibrations of the incessant cosmic dance the better we understand our universe.

(Solitary Walk, Kmg, കോവിദകം, Devalokam, Kottayam, 6 may 2020)


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The Fall and Rise of…

Historians usually describe the “Rise and Fall” (in that order) of Civilisations. We may, however, reverse the order and say the “Fall and Rise”.. This may be more true to nature. In the picture taken early this morning in our pond the fresh young flower rises radiantly while the older one lies flat and exhausted. Without any special care the _ampel_ in the pond brings out a series of flowers in some seasons. Every time a flower falls a new one immediately rises up.The chain of life is never broken. Every morning when you get up with a heavy heart because of the Covid spread and death of people dear to you, the water lily greets you and tells you, holding up hope, that the chain of life will never be broken. In Nature there is rise after every fall.

(Solitary Walk, Kmg, കോവിദകം,, Devalokam, Kottayam, 9 May 2020)


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One of the childhood delights for many of us was to watch the gentle ripples in ponds and and still waters. Sometimes a little fish leaps or we children throw pebbles to create concentric circles of waves that move out and expand one after the other. My picture shows two such ripple rings at the Kodoor river near Devalokam. The amazing thing is that these waves from two different sources do not clash and cancel each other as we usually expect. Instead they glide through each other and expand in a smooth non-conflictual way. The bigger one doesn’t swallow the smaller one either. We humans are however trained to think in terms of conflict and contrast as “natural”. But nature doesn’t seem to follow that logic. Alternate ways are possible from international politics to inter personal relations (For those inclined to philosophy it may be intetersting to recall the old idea of ‘Coincidence of Opposites’ (Nicolas of Cusa) or the Advaitic principle of _Ekam sat_ viprah bahuda vadanti_ – Truth is one, spoken of differently by the learned, or certain modern notions of quantum entanglement).

(Solitary Walk, kmg, Kovidakam, Devalokam, Kottayam, 11 may 2020)


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The Grass and the Flute

Just grass! But what a grace and dignity! Born on the margins of a street and beside a gutter it could grow to maturity thanks to the Covid-19 lockdown for humans. Otherwise it would have been long crushed by some vehicle or pedestrians. Zooming the picture we see the wealth of seeds it carries for generations to come. Counted as a useless weed and a nuisance for garden lovers this plant has well known cousins like bamboo and reeds. They provide the material for the celebrated murali, the flute, to shepherds and musicians everywhere, even to Lord Krishna. Jesus always looked at this grass of the field most affectionately, and exclaimed how well God took care of it. Already we can listen to the melody of the flute in the grace and elegance of this fleeting grass.

(Solitary Walk, kmg, Kovidakam, Devalokam, Kottayam, 12 May 2020)


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The Net

Again this morning by the river Kodoor.

Under the bridge connecting Devalokam and Kollad village two men seem to be unravelling their fishing net. Set against the blinding light of the rising sun they are seen only as silhouettes.

Their net is almost invisible. Suppose we don’t see any net at all, we would take them as actors in a shadow play, somewhat like in the Cave allegory of Plato. We cannot then make out any sense of their strange gesticulations. They would be mere shadows of which the Archetypes or real original models are in another world in the Platonic sense.

In our case the fishing net helps to provide meaning. . Even if it is only barely visible it actually connects the body- movements of the two men and makes some sense to us. We humans can hardly survive for long without physical proximity and connectivity. Deprived of that the world reality becomes for us an absurd shadow play.

In this time of disconnecting Covidemic we make a huge effort to unravel the connectingnet of meaning, psychologically and spiritually. Mother Nature can be of immense help to us in this regard.

(Kmg, കോവിദകം, Devalokam PO, Kottayam, 13 May 2029)


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The Hole

It rained heavily last night and refreshed all vegetation languishing in the summer heat. Taking a stroll in the morning freshness I found on my path a fallen _aalila_, leaf of the Indian peepal tree, also called the bodhi tree. (Ficus religiosa). The leaf had a conspicuous hole, a sign of old age and death. After all a hole is nothing but just empty space. An absence! But one could also look through it and see the vast sky and the ages past. See Gautma seated under that legendary bodhi tree receiving the enlightened awareness, to become the Buddha 2500 years ago. The presence!

Just when I held up the leaf with one hand to take this picture with the other, a _thumpi_ (dragon fly) appeared from nowhere and perched on it. A total surprise! Zooming the image one can see the delicately transparent wings of the _thumpi_, our cherished childhood friend, embrace the fallen leaf. Offering its affectionate homage to a an old leafy friend??

(Kovidakam, Devalokam P.O., Kottayam. 15 May 2020)


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The Droplet

With the generous rainfall this summer my very young_ambazham_ (Indian Hog Plum) is breaking forth into hilarious blossoms.The savoury ambazhanga pickle already whets my appetite by anticipation! While greeting the plant in the clear early morning after nightlong showers, I noticed a droplet of water suspended in plain air between two bunches of buds. On close scrutiny it became clear that the droplet was attached to a very fine, almost imperceptible thread of a cobweb. Soon the webmaster appeared from behind the bouquets. Obviously he hadn’t caught any insect due to rain.His net got twisted and spoiled . He looked hungry. The only thing trapped on the net was a beautiful droplet of rainwater. Did I say beautiful? He may not agree with my sense of beauty.When I am terribly hungry and craving for food you offer me a rose flower and want me to say it’s beautiful.?…

Despite all, he posed for my picture with “equanimity. He seemed to have the detached air of an ancient wiseman who had learned to survive many a disaster. The rain will go away.
The net will be reconstructed. The food will come by…

(Kmg, കോവിദകം, Devalokam PO, Kottayam. 19 May 2020)


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The Question

The Koval creeper plant (Ivy gourd) in my backyard adjacent to the kitchen is given all care and support. A good pandal is erected for it to spread, blossom and bear fruit comfortably Normally most of the tender branches happily comply with this traditional arrangement . But some mavericks among them, like the one in the attached picture I took this morning , just refuse the comfort zone and stretch out beyond the roof level to the unknown, to the vast sky and the far away sun. In plain air they form themselves into question marks (?) in the reverse , and apparently not getting any answer to their question , make a circle, the symbol of eternity, that has neither beginning nor end. The ancient Greeks would have called them eccentric philosophers. This might sound ridiculous to us. Can simple, fragile, and dependent plants ever be philosophers and raise metaphysical questions??

I must confess that the regular branches of the Koval provide very good green fruits for my vegetarian cooking, while these strange guys are very unpredictable and of not much use. However, I continue to be deeply puzzled by their untiring aspiration, against all odds, to reach the Unreachable….l

{Kmg, Kovidakam, Devalokam PO, Kottayam. 21 May 2920}


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The Feast

During the regular morning round I was greeted by the very first flower on my new Venda plant (Lady’s finger) in the backyard. Proud to be the first visitor I stooped down to see her lovely face at close quarters. To my surprise there was already a tiny visitor from Lilliput, my brother of ancient days, as you see in the picture. While I was anticipating the final fruit, the vendakkai, that is to emerge over a week or so to enrich my table, my little ant-ique brother had already his fill of honey and was about to leave.

As a human being I had tagged only one purpose to the Venda I planted and nurtured, namely an abundant yield of vendakka I could consume. All else was just rubbish for me. On the contrary Nature has an enormous range of complex connections and considerations almost totally unknown to me. Long before it brings out the “final“ fruit for my “use”, it prepares a Great Table for millions of microorganisms and insects where they hold mysterious communion and intimate dialogues about the web of Life in all profundity.

They come from East and West, North and South to sit at the Table. May be because of my aggressively large body and voracious consumption I am not privy to that Cosmic Council. If I change my attitude, I may stand a chance, they say. I should also be light and soft enough to be able to sit and move on the petal of a flower like my little friend!

What a challenge for us humans with large and weighty heads ! It seems we will have to rewrite all laws of gravity, cognition and perception in order to be able to join that amazing party…

(Kmg, Kovidakam, Devalokam PO, Kottayam, 23 May, 2020)


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The Hermit

The morning walk took me to the riverbank at the break of the dawn. In twilight’s semi darkness one could see the silhouette of a human figure crouched in a country boat. The water was still. The figure didn’t move, nor did the boat, nor anything else in the surroundings. After watching this mystical scene for a while, I walked on. Returning to the same spot one hour later, I found the same scenario except that there was a little more light to take a picture (attached).

The man seated in the country boat with a fishing net seemed to be meditating like a crane on one leg. Obviously he was not in any action. One can find such brooding, immobile fishing persons, particularly anglers, in many parts of the world. Fishing may be only a pretext for them. They lock themselves down in lonely spots by rivers and lakes and spend hours in isolation and silence. Are they escaping from something? From the noise and bustle of urban life? From the meaningless monotony of daily chores? From the suffocation of an unhappy family life? Or just to be there in deep contemplation in nature’s lap like the hermits of old?

The fish seem to respect such detached anglers with fishing lines attached to their hands. No fish takes a bite. And the angler appears to be least concerned

(Kmg, Kovidakam, Devalokam PO, Kottayam, 28 May 2020)


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The Balm

Children who grew up in tropical Kerala’s countryside might nostalgically remember a very soothing natural eye balm. As you see in the picture, very cool and balmy drops are formed on tips of the tender roots of ordinary grass that creeps on rustic stone walls. The growing edge, slightly oily, of the exposed roots collect dew drops at night and convert them to a balm. In the mornings some of us children would go out to pick the tiny roots in order to anoint our eyes with the cool drops. Some children who are too sensitive to pluck the little roots would bow down, bring their eyes close to the grass and get them anointed . Imagine the starry eyes of the cute little ones being gently stroked by the tender, refreshing grass roots soaked in balmy drops of dew. It was glorious!“This intimate touch with nature brightens up not only our outer eyes, but also the inner ones. These sparkling dew drops are formed in the misty silence of deep and dark nights. The humble grass roots know how to befriend them in equal silence. To be anointed by them is to be initiated into still deeper layers of reality.

Our children in online-schooling , with bleary eyes locked down to digital screens, desperately need this refreshing stroke of nature. Will we ever care to keep the atmosphere free from all pollution so that our kids will still find some balmy drops at the “grass roots level” in all purity and freshness.?.

(Kovidakam, Devalokam PO, Kottayam, 1 June2020)


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To be or not to be

* Yesterday, the Earth Day, when I visited this flower by the river Kodoor (see the picture) she was a bud. Having sensed the dirty and cluttered surroundings she appeared to be wavering whether to unfold or not. Yet this morning I found her in all glory. Yes, she decided to open up, TO BE.

Thank you dear friend. Your decision to rise above the water and spread out your petals cleared the fog in my own mind. It buttressed my inclination TO BE amidst all ugliness and uncertainty floating around in this dark covidosphere .

One is naturally reminded of our beloved poet Ayyappa Panicker’s poem Kanikonna (Golden shower tree): Enikkavathille pookkathirikkan ..(Oh, I cannot but blossom..).

This is the inherent surge of life – To Be rather than not to be. Philosophers (like Heidegger) have always wondered: why there is something rather than nothing . Physicists would say that for every particle there is an antiparticle, but in the sum total of particles in the universe the former exceeds the latter, they say.

PS. Recently together with some young volunteers we hired a country boat and twice cleaned a long stretch of the Kodoor along the beautifully tiled walkway, and collected a huge pile of empty bottles of alcohol, mineral water, Ayurvedic concoctions and what not. Still our dear river continues to receive both holy and unholy offerings from all sides- some float, some sink.. Quiet flows the Kodoor!

(Kmg, Kovidakam, Devalokam PO, Kottayam, 6 June 2020).


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An early morning view across the river Kodoor. Belying the monsoon forecast the sky is exceptionally clear. Patches of white clouds over the blue sky along with trees on the banks below are faithfully reflected in the water.

Reflections have always been an enigma. The reflected image can sometimes be an exact copy of the original object, and we find it hard to differentiate.Turn the attached picture upside down, and it doesn’t make any difference. We could be puzzled as to which is which.

The best minds in ancient Greece and India pondered over the elusive image and its relationship with the original. For them, the world and all that it represents including us human beings belong to the category of reflected image. It’s an appearance (pratibhasa) -fleeting, illusory, deceptive, a maya vision. They are tantalisingly real, but painfully unreal. Philosophers had come up with sophisticated theories to explain the connection between the copy and the original. Plotinus, the great Neo-Platonist philosopher was asked by an artist to sit for a portrait. But he flatly refused saying that a picture would be the copy of the copy of the original, and so worthless.

But for us lesser mortals the reflections are enchantingly beautiful and worthy. How much we jostle and vie with each other to get into a photo image!!

The reflected image can take countless shapes of varying tones, textures and patterns depending on the play of light over reflecting surfaces like unsteady water. Impressionist artists made good use of such transient phenomena. Our usual sense of beauty and most of our aesthetics are derived from such reflected images and their enchantments. The enigma is that without the reflected shadow the original is much less charming. You may horizontally delete half of the attached picture, ie, the reflected part, and see what happens to your sense of beauty. ..

So let’s keep the original and the shadow together for the time being.. Until we acquire a radically different sense of beauty.

(Kmg, Kovidakam, Devalokam PO, 13 June 2020)


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Black is Beautiful

In Kerala’s countryside we could once easily spot a delightful wild variety of Mussaenda plant. It’s first leaves are all dark green, then come white leaves, and finally the cute red flowers inside the white (My picture here shows a different variety).
Standing around the plant we children chanted in unison:

Amma karumpi,
Makalu velumpi,
Makalude makaloru

(അമ്മ കറുമ്പി
മകളു വെളുമ്പി
മകളുടെ മകളൊരു

Roughly translated it reads:

Mother dark, 
daughter fair, 
daughter’s daughter damsel fairest. ?

We learned it from our mothers and grand mothers. Sometimes we would wield a stick and strike down the wild plant leaf by leaf while singing it rhythmically. This was in imitation of some of our teachers who beat us for some reason or no reason. We were unknowingly projecting our anger onto the poor plant. (I wonder if modern man’s brutality to nature is some kind of infantile Adam’s anger against God who expelled him from paradise. Let’s ask Herr Doktor Freud !)

It was much later, while learning about European colonial empires, slave trade, apartheid and pervasive racial discrimination that I realised how racist and colour-discriminatory our innocently chanted verse was. Some people might say the standard of beauty hidden in the chant was a white British colonial heritage. But it was here with us long before the colonial era. The white European colonial domination of the dark skinned people probably strengthened our own colour-discriminatory aesthetics. Deeply ingrained in our caste system was the grand narrative of the so-called ancient Aryan-Dravidian conflict and the dominant aesthetics of fair skinned “Aryans “ imposed on all the rest of Indians. Acting in school dramas more than half a century ago I remember how heavily they coated your face with white powder, just to be in line with the standards of the prevailing white skin aesthetics.

In our times the rallying cry Black is Beautiful arose from a deeply wounded collective consciousness of people who have been brutally discriminated against for centuries now.
The horrible killing of George Floyd, our dark-skinned African-American brother, once again reminds us how demonic a racist ideology based on skin colour can become.

(Kmg, Kovidakam, Devalokam PO, Kottayam, 23 June 2020)


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The Other Side

Many of us probably haven’t seen the underside of an ampel leaf (water lily). This is understandable because the leaves are floating flatly on the water surface, and they always keep the same level with the water, rising or receding. We simply look at the flat leaves from above, unless you are a scuba diver who can see from below. Check the more than 200 celebrated water lily paintings by the well known French Impressionist artist Claude Monet. You hardly come across a leaf turned upside down. So I should be lucky to see this leaf by the river Kodoor display its other side. It seems the poor leaf was jammed and pushed up by some flowing objects moved by heavy monsoon rains.How remarkably beautiful is the network of nerves seen on the backside.!!

Well, the leaf has not only two sides but a third dimension as well. It’s thickness, the third, may be too thin for us to see! Of course, the leaf, like any other matter in the universe, is three-dimensional. Then it has a fourth dimension -Time, if we trust our science gurus. Then a fifth, sixth and so on. Modern String theory in Physics would postulate at least ten dimensions for the material universe. How would the world look like if we humans are able to perceive reality with all those dimensions.?!

Worldly wisdom says: Everything has got two sides, and even if you beat up your mother there will be two sides – for and against ! Spiritual wisdom suggests there are innumerable dimensions to reality-the outer and the inner, the marginal and the mainstream, the saved and the deleted , the opulent and the oppressed….It’s all inclusive, nothing is left out.
Yes, it can be disconcerting. But it would be great if we keep at least the two sides: the inside and the outside, the Akam and the Puram. Even in these two there are possibilities to delve deeper and deeper ad infinitum.

(Kmg, Kovidakvam, Devalokam PO, Kottayam, 28 June 2020)


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The Arachnosophia

If we stretch our imagination a little we can say that the spider in the picture is creating a website. Not one but actually two sites!! Read www…
In fact, s/he is the original creator of the World Wide Web over a hundred million years ago. We modern humans are simply mimicking it.(The “World “is now on a small ficus tree in my front yard!)

During the last few decades the web or the network idea has increasingly been highlighted as the fundamental character of life and the universe. Book titles like physicist Fritjof Capra’s The Web of Life attract popular attention. From the simple fishing net to the intricate synaptic network of neurons in the brain and to the cosmic structures of the material and cyber universes the image of the web reigns supreme. Everybody everywhere now recites the mantra of connectivity. Still the human hands are not dexterous enough to create a simple silky spider’s web with its silvery million-year old tradition.
The spider and its web are celebrated in the Upanishads as providing a striking analogy to explain the relation between the Creator and the creation. The Upanishadic sages ( in Mundaka and Brihadaranyaka) highlighted two things:

First, the spider produces the silk threads from inside its own body, and it can also take them back at will, just as the ultimate Divine Principle can produce the manifest material universe as well as withdraw it at will.
Second, the spider can smoothly glide over its own web while all other insects and objects are caught in the net. Likewise, a detached and liberated person can comfortably move around the world while the unenlightened are constantly caught in the world-net of misery, suffering and death.
What a fantastic analogy!

Take a look at our own situation today. Our technology can produce magnificent things, but once produced it cannot retract them unlike the spider. Thus our small earth and its outer space are being littered with products from simple soft drink straws to circling satellites. Again, we cannot glide smoothly like the spider over our own products; instead we are being trapped by them. Think of all the nuclear and carbon emitting and climate changing devices we have projected forth from our brains. No way to absorb them back to our brains and bodies. We are being increasingly entangled in their fatal web. And we know where it all leads to….

Hats off to the wisdom of our ancient arachnid ancestor. No more arachnophobia but arachnosophia, Spider’s wisdom, please.

(Kmg, Kovidakam, Devalokam PO, Kottayam, July 7, 2020)


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Sleeping Trees

Do plants and trees sleep? Yes, they do, according to the experts. A large variety of them droop and close their leaves at sunset to take a night’s rest.

Some years ago, I once returned home hungry around 7 pm and wanted to fix a simple supper with rice kanji and some green leaves as usual. I thought of cooking the medicinal Thazhuthama (Red Spiderlings, Boerhavea) that grows abundantly just outside my kitchen. Turning the backyard light on I went out and, to my surprise, found the creeper’s delicate branches all shut down with folded leaves as if they are in prayer. It naturally occurred to me that the plant was profoundly asleep ! Imagination soared wild in my tired mind. If the plant is sleeping would it probably be dreaming too ? If so what kind of dream would a humble plant have?…

Looking beyond the boundary wall I saw the mighty rain tree ( Samanea) in my neighbour’s compound in the same condition. Tens of thousands of its leaves are all closed down as if in a state of deep meditation in the moonlit night. It flashed across my mind that in between the tiny Thazhuthama and the sprawling rain tree all vegetation is sleeping. They might be recollecting and retracing in deep silence the story of their species back to millions of years. Has anyone got the right to disturb their contemplation.? Awed by the sight and silence I simply refrained from picking any leaf, and returned to my rice soup and ready stock of pickles. Ever since that moving experience I stopped picking vegetables for cooking after sunset. Much later I learned from a wise elderly friend that there is a traditional ban on picking legumes at night for understandable reasons.

Plants follow the circadian rhythm of night and day. What the botanists call nyctinastic movement (from Greek nyx= night) is an amazing phenomenon that tells us a lot about the extreme sensitivity of all vegetation to light.Their metabolism changes depending on the bright and dark environment. We human beings seem to be the least sensitive to the environment. We recognise it in some minor degree only when a major catastrophe strikes us, like the present climate change and the global outbreak of a deadly virus.

(Kmg, Kovidakam, Devalokam PO, Kottayam, 17 July 2020)

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On a morning walk one is likely to see sometimes rotting bodies of animals like stray dogs and cats crushed by speeding vehicles. Not a pleasant sight at all. Yet all living things, humans and animals, birds and plants all go through the decaying process as they return to the dust of the earth. The earth is called “womb and tomb” because all life is born of the earth and all life returns to it.

In the triumphant age of plastic, the word ‘biodegradable’ was rather detestable to many. That word refers to all that is susceptible to decomposition following death. Naturally one may not like to be reminded of death and decay. Yet as we began to realise the perils of plastic that never decomposes , ‘biodegradable’ became a cherished word. The new ideal is not the imperishability of plastic but the perishability or biodegradability of consumer products. Along with the word ‘eco-friendly’ the word ‘biodegradability’ has also become the marketing mantra for any industrial products. We should not be surprised even if they scribble these two words on nuclear bombs and missiles as well in the competitive weapon .

Human beings have always been seeking Amrit, the elixir of immortality. Although we humans call ourselves Martya or mortal we like to give names like Amartya or Amrita to our beloved children.! What a longing for immortality!

The legendary Upanishadic sage Yajnavalkya divided his material wealth between his two wives. One of them , Katyayani, was very pleased to get her share. The other one, Maitreyi , asked her husband:

‘Does this wealth give me immortality?’

‘No’, said the sage.

‘Then what use is of it?’, quizzed the learned lady.

Nobel laureate Indian economist Amartya Sen says Maitrey’s question had influenced his reflections in economic theory and practise.

Remember the rich young man who earnestly asked Jesus how he could inherit immortal life, and the radically shocking answer Jesus the homeless gave him: ‘Go, give away all your wealth and then follow me.’ He went away sad, says the

Armed with Artificial Intelligence, Genome sequencing and gene editing, biotechnology moves ahead to create super humans and perfect designer babies out of ordinary mortals.

Methuselah the legendary biblical giant who lived 969 years seems to be the target hero for our Enhancement technologies.

However, the Corona pandemic seems to drive home the immediacy of the perennial question of death and decay. It can’t be answered simply at the material realm only, but we need to get glimpses of what lies beyond -in faith, hope and love.

(Kmg, Kovidakam, Devalokam PO, Kottayam, 24 July 2020)

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The river Kodoor starts flooding. Water has risen some 8 feet above the summer level. The beautiful walkway along the river is nearly submerged. It is really astonishing to watch how swiftly the water-lily leaves rise to the same level of water and stay afloat. The leaf-stem elongates within a short time to catch up with the changing environment. (The attached picture from the Kodoor shows a newly elongated stem ). This aquatic plant is an epitome of adaptability/flexibility. In future-oriented business circles they speak more and more about the need for human flexibility.

We are all used to concepts like the conventional Intelligence Quotient ( IQ) and the popular Emotional Quotient (EQ). Howard Gardner’s Multiple Intelligence theory has become appealing to many educators. But with the emerging global circumstances Adaptability/ Flexibility Quotient (AQ)is being given a crucial role in career success . A person with high IQ but with low AQ may not necessarily be a successful person. In our fast changing world of uncertainty, rudely brought home to us by the Covid crisis, millions will lose their comfortable jobs, business empires will collapse and the poor will become poorer and more miserable. People with stiff necks and confined to a mono-vision are more likely to suffer than those who are flexible, open and willing to learn and unlearn in the new environment. In the uncertain future ahead of us most most human beings will be obliged to take on multitasking in a very broad range, from kitchen to cockpit and from agriculture to astrophysics. Reorienting the education and upbringing of our children with this flexibility in mind will be a must.

We have been told by neuroscientists since several decades that our adult brain is capable of new adaptations and new learning. What they call “Neuroplaticity” is the flexibility of the neurons or brain cells to make new connections and realignments as we learn, think and experience in new ways.Many people seem to assume that once they pass childhood and early youth they are incapable of adapting to changes.

Well, children certainly have greater adaptability. We see 3-year old kids sometimes handle digital devices more elegantly than adult specialists. The spirit of the age!
It is likely that children born in Covid times would later wear face masks in a natural and comfortable way while the present adults struggle with it under compulsion and with constant irritation.

But we adults and seniors too can become like children to some extent since our brain network can be flexible enough. No wonder Jesus used to exhort the middle aged and the elderly to “turn and become like children”.

Holding in hand the growing stem of the water lily rooted in the river bed but reaching out to the sun above water , and feeling it’s baby-like suppleness and inner warmth, one cannot but sense the flexible tenderness of rugged mountains, arid deserts and raging oceans.

(Kmg, Kovidakam, Devalokam PO, Kottayam. 1 August 2020)

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The Link


Happily the flood water is receding in Kerala. For the third consecutive year the Monsoon flood in August has devastated many low lying parts of Kerala bringing along misery and suffering particularly for the poor. Relentless deforestation and massive land slips killing many in the environmentally delicate hill ranges go hand in hand.

The raging Kodoor has returned to sobriety. In the soft evening light over the limpid river one can see a cute dragonfly perch on the tip of an emerging water-lily bud. (Picture attached). It’s reflection in the water below is even clearer.

It is puzzling. Why on earth this little creature chose to sit on a flower bud’s pinnacle surrounded by deep water? It could have found a resting place anywhere else – plants, trees or just tall grass on the river bank. If it were a kingfisher we could easily guess the intention. Since there is no flower around, it wasn’t probably looking for honey either. It’s just water all around, risky for such a flimsy winged creature.

It seems there is some form of communication between the fly and the flower bud. A life to life exchange of vital pulsation?. They are not close relatives. According to our understanding of the evolutionary chain an aquatic plant and an ethereal fly are millions of years apart. Yet they communicate with each other. They must have a shared pool of genetic memory since all life is interconnected.

Looking carefully at the picture we can see the vague image of an umbilical cord, that is, the stem of the emerging flower connecting to the river bed and the womb of mother earth.Between the fly and the bud too there is certainly an unseen cord. It is enigmatic that all the fundamental forces of our universe like gravitational, electromagnetic and nuclear, are not seen by us but only felt in different ways.

We have advanced to the age of the “Internet of Things” (IoT) where even our household devices such as fridges, door locks, window curtains, aircons and security alarms can smartly communicate with each other and with people far away .They say the smart fridge can even do direct shopping when milk, butter and other regular supplies are depleted. Every smart machine will explore its own history and memory to do what is timely and needful. We are told that the mind- machine interface is getting thinner and thinner everyday. Technology for direct brain- computer communication, or even further, brain to brain neural links, will no longer be just science fiction.

Yet we simply ignore the fundamental forces of Life’s connectivity. There is a beautiful biblical narrative of a womb to womb communication when two pregnant women meet and greet each other in the rugged hill country of Judea -the elderly Elizabeth carrying the future John the Baptist and the young Mary bearing the embryonic Jesus.

Finally what was it that conspired between the lily bud and the dragonfly ? Was it anything about flying free in the vast open sky? Or about being rooted on earth in the dark, sticky slime ? Or about both, together, without any human problem of duality?

(Kmg, Kovidakam, Devalokam PO, Kottayam. 14 August 2020)

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“Morning after a Forest Fire”


Mixed media, 20×30 cms. Desolation of mother nature wrought by human greed. Deforestation is a major cause of ecological imbalance. Most forest fires killing tens of thousands of species of life, big and small, are part of the human design to subdue the earth and exploit its resources meant for generations of all living beings. The crisis of climate change is mostly the direct result of greedy human intervention in the rhythm of nature to sustain our unsustainable consumerist lifestyle. Eventually it is destruction of the biosphere shared by all creatures, and the end of all life on earth.

Still there is some hope if we human beings repent here and now. The picture symbolically alludes to a “morning after” and also shows a stream at the bottom of the burning forest. If we humans wisely exercise our freedom and respect for life there is still some way out. But hardly any time to wait and waste . This painting makes use of acrylic, dry twigs, cotton threads and even scraps of dry left-over paint from my old palette. It is inspired by the repeated warnings against deforestation by Sri Madhav Gadgil in the context of recent flood, land slips and heavy casualties in Kerala. My thanks to the fellow artist members of CARP for their friendship and encouragement.

Kmg, Kottayam, August, 2020.


കാട്ടു തീയ്‌ക്കു ശേഷം വന്ന പ്രഭാതം. മിശ്രിത മീഡിയം. 20×30 cms.

വന നശീകരണമാണ് കേരളത്തിലെ പ്രകൃതി ദുരന്തങ്ങൾക്ക് പ്രധാന കാരണം എന്നു മാധവ് ഗാഡ്ഗിൽ തുടങ്ങിയവർ ആവർത്തിക്കുന്നു. എങ്കിലും നാം അത്യാഗ്രഹത്തോടെ പ്രകൃതിയെ കൊള്ളയടിക്കുന്നു. നാം മനം തിരിഞ്ഞാൽ പ്രതീക്ഷക്കു വകയുണ്ട്. ഈ ചിത്രത്തിൽ ഉണങ്ങിയ ചുള്ളിക്കമ്പുകളും വേരുകളും ചരടുകളും മറ്റും ഉപയോഗിക്കുന്നു. പ്രത്യാശയുടെ പ്രതീകമായി പ്രഭാതവും അടിയിൽ ഒരു നീരൊഴുക്കും സൂചിപ്പിയ്ക്കുന്നു.

The Solitary Walk – 27

The Skinbag

Just imagine that our skin from head to foot is completely transparent. We will then see each other’s inner organs and all internal body processes like metabolism and blood circulation, from the intake of food to the point of excretion. The skeletal movement of each living person might scare us as if we see with X-ray eyes. The interior of the body will be absolutely the same for Blacks and Whites and Browns. What kind of a sense of beauty will we retain then? We would probably recognise that our present aesthetic of the body depends totally on the skin and the way it hides our inner organs.

I first came across the expression “ *skin-bag* ” while going through Buddhist ascetical literature. In order to discourage young monks from being attracted to bodily charms and pleasures , some teachers instruct them to look at the human body as a bag of skin carrying disgusting things like blood and bones, faeces and urine and what not.!
The Genesis story in the Bible narrates how Adam and Eve, feeling guilty and ashamed after breaking the law of the Creator , make clothing out of flimsy fig leaves to cover their nakedness. But God comes down and compassionately gives them permanent clothes of skin. Remember when we are born all wrapped up in silky skin we are actually fully dressed !! See how innocent children gleefully run around In “Adam’s suit” without any sense of shame or inhibition ! They, in fact, resist all clothing that we finally impose on them in the name of civilisation!

It is traditionally said that our beauty is “skin-deep”. But skin is not so shallow and superficial. Being the largest organ of our body it is far deeper than we usually think. It can be a display screen of our deep emotions , our mysterious mind and some of our internal diseases, particularly psychosomatic ones. The connection between the skin condition and some psychological disorders is so close that a whole branch of psychodermatology is being evolved in modern medicine.
While four out of the five sense organs are located on our face the sense of touch is distributed all over the body by means of the skin. Any part of the body is sensitive to touch. All living beings enjoy a caring touch or a soothing stroke or a loving caress.
We call some animals like elephants and hippopotamus pachyderms (in Greek pachus=thick; derma =skin). They are thick-skinned according to us. (Metaphorically we use the same attribute to certain human beings who have no sense of shame or are least sensitive to other people’s feelings). But animals, birds, and trees, however thick-skinned, never lack sensitivity to their environment unlike us human beings. People who take the earth as an extremely sensitive living organism would consider the green cover of forests and other greenery as her skin. Removing the earth’s skin is like stripping us of our own skin.
Being the interface between the environment and our inner self, the skin has the amazing natural ability to maintain simultaneously our individual identity and our constant exchanges with the world outside. While my skin-enclosure protects and marks out my individual Self it also enables my Self to communicate constantly with all other individual Selves and the total environment . If we translate this natural trait of our skin to the religious , political and cultural world that we have created a lot of negative exclusivism, fanaticism, selfishness and violence could be overcome. An all-inclusive sense of identity is certainly possible for us human beings. In fact, my self is shaped only in the close organic network of all other selves, human and non-human. How much we need this awareness in the face of many conflicting identities that make our lives miserable and our world unliveable.

Many people lament that our relationships are only skin-deep. Let us put it the other way round. We need *deep-skin* connections in the sense that we should be able to share and enjoy the intensity of life together, it’s emotions and feelings, reflections and insights, beauty and goodness of all creation as one body clothed in a deeply sensitive skin.

(Kmg, Kovidakam, Devalokam PO, Kottayam, September 10, 2020).

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The Ringing Rings
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At middle school what the science teacher told us about the annual growth rings formed inside the trees still rings in my ears. Showing us a picture of the cross section of a big tree she told us that one could determine the age of trees by counting the concentric circles on it. She advised us to visit a timber mill and count for ourselves the rings and the age of trees when they sawed them down. While the class listened to her with rapt attention one boy suddenly asked: ‘Can we see our growth rings if we cut open a human body?’ The teacher was aghast. ‘No, no, no you cannot do that…’,she said with obvious fear on her face .
Unanswered the question still rings. Have we humans got any internal markers of the life we live?
Scientists tell us that tree rings reveal a complex body of information about past climatic conditions -temperature, drought, rainfall, diseases, forest fires, flood, sunlight, and pollution . Disciplines like Dendrochronology (from Greek dendron=tree; chronos=time)and Dendroclimatology claim to be able to study environmental changes occurring even thousands of years ago by examining intact tree fossils.
Trees are thus keepers of a great memory.
We humans have many more modes of memory. Associated with our brain cells or neuronal network we have a neuro-psychological memory that is subjective, personal, patchy, vulnerable and subject to forgetfulness.We may not be able to compare our subjective memory with the comprehensive memory of trees objectively registered in the growth rings. We remember in our conscious mind. But our conscious mind seems to be a screen that hides rather than reveals, something like a tv or computer screen that reveals images, but hides the complex technical processes spanning huge spaces and time behind the screen. The conscious mind constantly sweeps away its experiences to the subconscious zone and finally to the hard disk of the unconscious. We try to retain collective memories of our race in mythology, music, dance, storytelling, folk arts, rites and rituals, language and literature .
We have a social and historical memory. dig up historical memory by means of archaeology and various paleo-sciences.We write volumes of history and erect monuments.
We have a genetic memory of the human race that we now begin to understand scientifically . According to researchers our diverse environmental experiences can make an impact on human sperm and ovum and it can eventually be transmitted to our DNA and our behavioural patterns . So they talk about a “transgenerational epigenetic inheritance” that can be transmitted to successive generations.
We can talk about several other domains of memory. For example, what we may call the Eco-cosmic memory, or the memory of our rootedness in planet earth, the solar system, the milky way galaxy and so on.
We have a psycho-spiritual memory arising from our ability for transcendence and abstraction beyond physical material categories.
Through these multiple forms of memory like neuro-psychological, socio-historical, phylo-genetic, eco-cosmic, psycho-spiritual, we try to generate meaning by weaving the connecting threads of our life and its past environment. However, we seem to lack the sensitivity of trees to register the environment in its totality.
We human beings, however, have a qualitatively different concept of memory because we have the unique gifts of self-awareness and capacity for self-transcendence , freedom and creativity, power of speech and intellect, imagination and insight.
So the innocent question of the impulsive little boy returns: Can we see human growth rings if we cut open the body?
No amount of the analytical dissecting of our psyche, no interpretive intervention into our social history, no sequencing of our human genome will exhaust the mystery of human consciousness and memory. We can make useful inroads into it, but never grasp the whole in our present condition.
That is perhaps why great teachers of our human race always pointed to the necessary mutation of our self-seeking awareness itself into enlightened self awareness. We then become leading lights to the world for healing and wholeness, for love, joy and peace.
The growth rings of memory are hidden deep within us. The little boy’s quest was in the right direction.
(Kmg, Kovidakam, Devalokam PO, Kottayam. 21 September 2020).
Solitary Walk – 29
The Twilight
The sun has just disappeared below the horizon. It is twilight time . My photograph of the Kodoor and the rice fields beyond is tinted pink. A deep stillness and silence settle over the surroundings. Flocks of birds seen all over the sky some minutes ago have vanished to their nesting places. Grazing cattle have returned home. No breeze. No movement .No water lily bud has opened yet. Frogs and crickets are silent. Trees and plants become dark masses, sort of gestalt images, that ignore all details.
Twilight is a passage, a transit from day’s light to night’s darkness , and also from night to day. Some sensitive observers might feel, particularly at the evening twilight, a vague but deep nostalgia,- for what, one doesn’t know.
With the transition of light to darkness in the evening , or of darkness to light in the morning significant biochemical changes occur in all creatures. All plants, birds, animals and insects, both diurnal and nocturnal, respond to the change in their own ways. Humans seem to be the only species that deliberately ignores it. With artificial lights, intercontinental fast travel and unusual hours of global work style, and night-long entertainments they defy the natural rhythm of the Circadian cycle that attunes us to nature’s benevolent order.
These are joints (sandhi in Sanskrit )of time. So sandhya is the joint of light and darkness. There is an evening sandhya as well as a morning sandhya though we popularly associate the word sandhya with the evening. There is also the division of the 24-hour day into yaama (യാമം) of 3 hours each. So at the passage of every yaama there are prayers and rituals particularly in the monastic tradition. Umberto Eco’s celebrated novel *The Name of the Rose structured on the ancient Christian monastic practice of the canonical hours or offices at a medieval Benedictine monastery.
All religions have devised special rituals or prayers for these joints of time, particularly evening, noon and morning. One may say that it is an ancient and established way of dealing with the transition that frightens human beings. Passing of time is scary because the next moment is totally unknown and unpredictable. The spiritual practice of prayers and rituals at the sandhis or joints of time may be compared to maintaining the flexibility of the joints in our body by applying balms and medicinal oils. The religious routine is understood to streamline the energy of the body and mind of the worshipper to a transcendent focus so that the uncertainty and anxiety associated with the transit of time is overcome. The scattering and chaotic effect of the passage of time in human psyche is minimised, and a sense of order is restored by the unwavering regularity of the prayers and rituals at every yaama or joint of time.
The twilight holds an elusive mystery. It is the mystery of the imperceptible interface, the delicate border and the inevitable transit. It seems closed and confounding, but is actually open to all gates . One can take any flight to the infinite sky. The pandemic is a twilight.(Kmg, Kovidakam, Devalokam PO, Kottayam, 11 October 2020)

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The Letter and the Light
Initiating a child of pre-school age to the alphabet is a delightful experience – a privilege of mostly senior persons, particularly teachers. The ritual called
(=beginning of education)in India is an auspicious occasion to start the life-long learning process of a child. The beautiful ritual itself, originally associated with Saraswathi, the goddess of learning, and Ganapathi, the lord of who removes all obstacles, has now taken more secularised forms. There could be different prayers or invocations depending on the teacher and the child’s parents.
In Kerala traditionally the ritual consists of the teacher sitting on a mat on the floor, in front of a traditional brass lamp and a platter of rice grains. The child is made to sit on the lap of the teacher who, after properly invoking the divine, gently guides the right index finger of the child to write the divine name and trace the first letter of the alphabet over the rice grains. The child is also prompted to pronounce the letter after the teacher. The teacher then writes on the tongue of the child with a golden ring. The child also offers the teacher a due gift (dakshina) , usually betel leaves with areca nut and a coin.
Some kids could be a bit scared of a stranger-teacher and the setting so they may cry and resist undergoing the ritual. One way I experiment to tame the recalcitrant children is to ask them to light the lamp at the very beginning. A lighted candle is given to them and they are carefully assisted to light the wick of the oil lamp. This works well almost always. Children are congenitally attracted to the flame. Further they seem to enjoy the freedom to play with fire, otherwise forbidden to them.They suddenly stop crying and seem to be pleased that they have been able to light the lamp.
Light is a beautiful symbol of knowledge in all ancient cultures. Ignorance is darkness. Learning dispels darkness and Enlightenment comes with true knowledge.
The first letter of the alphabet is significant since it symbolically denotes the divine source of all knowledge. The Tamil classic Thirukkural and several other traditions take it as analogy for the divine origin of everything. ‘As all writing begins with Akaaram (letter A) so does all universe begin with the Lord’, says Thiruvalluvar. In the Book of Revelation in the Bible, God is called the Alpha and the Omega, the first and last letters of the Greek alphabet.
There is a profound reverence and even fear of the Letter in all ancient literate cultures. It is sacred and carries power. “ Amanthramaksharam nasthi ,” (There is no letter that is not a mantra), so goes the Sanskrit adage.
We know how much significance the Indian tradition attaches to the Letter. It is “Akshara” meaning “Imperishable”. The letter thus signifies the eternal and the transcendent dimension of knowledge that is never destroyed.
Introducing a child to the alphabet is initiating a budding human person to the grand mystery of the created universe and its ineffable and inscrutable Source whatever name you may give it. It implies that the true quest for knowledge that begins with the learning of the letter is not only confined to some academic disciplines or technical know how, but encompasses all reality both material and spiritual, visible and invisible. Writing the letter of light into the rice grain, the material means of our sustenance, we may be indicating that our physical -material reality is to be finally transformed in to the light of true knowledge. This broad based and open ended vision of knowledge that surpasses some of our narrow religious and cultural shibboleths need to be reflected in our understanding of learning and the new policies of education.
(Kmg, Covidakam,കോവിദകം, Devalokam PO., Kottayam, 24 October 2020.)

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In early December I happened to occupy a Capuchin monastic cell for a few days at Nadukani, Idukki district of Kerala. Just outside my window overlooking misty mountains and an evergreen valley there was a large cage of pigeons and doves . On the third day I could spot three little white eggs in the dark dip of a pot filled with chaff and hay. Very soon a dove, as you see in the picture, was brooding over the eggs.

Some of my friends from adjacent buildings came over to watch the brooding dove. In fact, we were a group of artists naming ourselves as “Company of Artists for Radiating Peace”. There in the cage were birds that are legendary symbols of peace. Remember Noah’s Ark, the peace pigeon and Picasso’s celebrated Dove of Peace (1949) carrying an olive leaf. With easel and canvas, brush and paint, each one of us was also brooding over one’s work of art yet to be born. We were struggling in labour pains, and we envied the deep meditative stillness of the brooding dove.

The word brooding is very evocative. There is no form of creativity without some degree of brooding. It is characterised by various levels of absorption, focussing, rumination, introspection and withdrawal from the world’s routine humdrum. There is an attendant anxiety too, as in the eyes of the bird, about possible threat to emerging life, about the uncertainty of future. But all fear and anxiety are overcome by the hope of new life and the unwavering determination to wait and wait in silence and stillness.

Pregnancy and brooding are interlocked. It’s period varies in humans, animals, birds, fish and plants, – about 9 months for humans to 18-22 months for elephants. It is not only mammals but all forms of life have a certain gestation period. Just imagine the process of budding, blossoming and fruition of any little plant.

It seems only modern human beings alone can render pregnancy banal by depriving it of its profound mystery and holiness. The moment of conception and the brooding period of gestation are made too mundane today. The banality of birth seems to be a major threat to life in our age.

The year-long and still continuing lockdown due to Corona virus has been a time of deep distress and angst for humanity. Yet many have taken it as a period of gestation for a new order of life.

In the biblical account of Genesis the Spirit of the Creator God is said to be “brooding” over the waters of chaotic void and formlessness to bring about form, name and meaning for creation. Our patient rumination and deep-rooted brooding in this uncertain time will certainly bear some life-giving fruit.

Joy and peace of Christmas to all pregnant beings, male and female.

(Kmg, Kovidakam, Devalokam PO, Kottayam, 21 December 2020)

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The Tail-Gazing Fish


The ancient Egyptian symbol of Ouroburos or the Tail-devourer is the image of a snake that eats its own tail. It represents the end and the beginning of everything. In unending repeated cycles of death and rebirth, destruction and construction, decay and renewal, the image of the tail-eating serpent probably emerged from the ever repeating cycles of nature. It implies eternity and perfection.
Later the Greeks adopted it as the symbol of time and history. Everything goes in circles. “What goes around comes around”, says old wisdom
Ancient Indian concept of repeating Yugas expresses a similar cyclic world-view. Even modern historiography doesn’t completely deny the wise saying that history repeats itself.

In mainstream cosmology today, the Big Bang and the Big Crunch are part of our scientific “mythology”. Space, time and everything in it began at a singularity point, some 13.7 billion years ago, and might end in a Big Crunch at another singularity point (only to begin anew the whole cycle).
Then there is the linear view of history- the concept of the straight line. According to this there is a beginning point and an end point for the whole universe and everything in it. History moves from the starting point to the end point thus making it a line.
There is also the Spiral view that combines the cyclic and the linear. The wheel , for example, has a cyclic motion that repeats itself. But it can also make a linear progress on the ground as when a wheeled vehicle moves ahead.
Rituals and belief systems of all religions seem to be shaped to a great extent by their notion of time – cyclic, linear, spiral or their combinations in different degrees.

In a recent painting (attached) with the title “The Tail-Gazing Fish” the artist represents in a rather surrealistic way a puzzled fish that beholds it’s own picturesque tail. The tail can stand for the collective past, the total heritage, the complex history. It can also suggest the last part of the fish’s body far behind the head, representing all those who are socially ignored, underestimated or looked down upon as worthless and mean.
Yet the tail acts as the rudder of the fish for its twists and turns, and thus has a critical role for its body movement. The head swollen with self confidence for the future may not properly recognise the value and wisdom of the tail end. In any critical transition and manoeuvring necessitated by a pandemic or natural catastrophe the tail shows it’s inevitable worth.
In the painting, faced with a change of age, the fish-head gazes at the colourful tail , may be for the first time , and together they assure the integrity of the fish-body.

As we finish a year of untold distress and darkness for humanity, and transit with cautious optimism to a hopefully brighter age, let all proud heads turn around and gaze at the humble tails – in economics, politics, family and society in general. Let us reconstitute the one body that is fragmented. Let us not devour our tails as in the myth of Ouroburos, but unfold them in all their multi-potential colours. Then there is some hope for a just world economy, a peaceful geopolitical order, joyful family bonds and true happiness that we all seek in a New Year.

(Kmg, Kovidakam, Devalokam PO, Kottayam, 1January 2021)

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Seed – Silent, Hard, Bitter, Rejected,
Breaks silence
In the cry of life,
Deep beneath the veil of Gaia;
Yet is no more by the time.
Footnote to Silence . .
Hard core crumbles
in sweet maternity.
Rejection is blessing
in disguise.
Mystery unfolds
In the womb of earth hidden.
A seed dies.
( by Kmg, Thessaloniki, Greece, Nea Michaenis Cathedral Church, 22 August 1993.Feast of the Theotokos ).
ഇന്നു വിത്തുകളെ പ്രതി ദൈവമാതാവിന്റെ ഓർമ. ജനുവരി 15, 2021, കോട്ടയം.

Solitary Walk – 34

The Dying and the Rising


The picture looks a bit surrealistic. Three coconut palm trees deprived of their heads in the foreground on the Kodoor river. A collapsing electric power line behind. A hotel building I know unoccupied for a year or so in the far ground. Not at all an inspiring sight for a morning walker in Covid times, of course.

However, just when I was about to click my mobile phone camera, three birds appeared from nowhere and flew past the forlorn palm trees across the greyish sky. That changed everything – the pic and pic taker. The air laden with forebodings of the second viral wave suddenly turns light and limpid. As the birds flutter their wings rhythmically the air gets spirited , and on the ground my spirit too takes wings.

Normally a coconut tree can grow and bear fruit up to 60 to 80 years in healthy surroundings. It is called a “three generations tree”, serving the farmer, his children and grandchildren. In our picture the trees lost their head not because they are too old, but most likely they were affected by some disease due to environmental degradation. Of course, unlike most other trees, they cannot grow branches once the head is nipped.

For people who love the elegant palms that grow tall and sturdy withstanding scorching sun and stormy weathers, the sight of their torso rotting away in plain air is sad indeed. Yet if you approach them you will be surprised to see they are home for hundreds of different birds who make nests within the rotten trunk and lay their eggs. In the evenings you can see the birds return to their nests to feed the chicks and rest for the night.

What a paradox ! A dying and rotting body becomes cosy bed for new life to emerge ! The unbranchable coconut tree branches out to sustain totally different species of life !!

(Kmg, Kovidakam, Devalokam PO, Kottayam, 4 April 2021)

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The Floral Promise
The Floral Promise
“April is the cruellest month” , thus begins TS Eliot’s The Waste Land. Sadly for our beloved cou ntry, and for most of the world, it is eerily true. Though the bitter month will soon be passing, the crowned creature ( =corona) is riding hilariously on the second wave of the pandemic. In the Indian capital city and elsewhere in our metropolises Covid patients are gasping for breath, for simple Oxygen that is so freely and abundantly supplied in the air in earth’s biosphere. Ironically tens of hundreds are choked to death in the air for want of air, the prana vayu, the vital air, as we call it in India. As millions seem to sink into apathy and many more millions desperately struggle to cope with the hapless situation, nature all around seems to flourish. In Kerala we have just celebrated the annual festival of Vishu, the Spring equinox when the day and night are of equal length ( Vishu in Sanskrit means equal). This year the usual gatherings and festivities were absent due to Covid-19. But that didn’t prevent the Kanikonna , the Golden Shower tree blossoming into bunches of golden yellow flowers that are indispensable for the Vishu ritual. The first sight of this flower at the break of dawn is considered auspicious for the whole period of the New Year that begins with the equinox.Like most children living in the countryside I have been pleasantly puzzled ever since my early teens by this marvellous tree that can carry hundreds of bunches when fully grown. In the oppressively hot and humid summer months in Kerala a few green buds on every bunch open up on a daily basis. There are dozens of smaller and smaller green buds underneath that wait their turn to come on stage and unfold their radiant golden hue. It is a daily feast for the eye, and it can continue for a month or two. It is a sure floral promise for tomorrow and fills you with the hope of light, life and joy “amidst the encircling gloom” of today.Imagine how paradoxical it is. When most of humankind shudders in face of the fear of a looming devastation notwithstanding their mighty armour and unprecedented power of technology , the humble “ flower of the field” that blooms in the morning and withers in the evening brings abiding joy and hope of life. Every tree and plant, every flower and seed is vibrant with the hope of life. Let us keep gazing with patience at every floral bud and every seed sprout and every growing edge on a thousand branches as they unfold slowly, but surely day by day. Rachel Carson, the celebrated author of the prophetic book The Silent Spring wrote:“There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature—the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter”.
(Kmg, Kovidakam, Devalokam PO, Kottayam. 25 April 2021)
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The Fish-Body

The Fish-Body

For some decades now we have been exposed to the “ grand narrative “ of globalisation. There are pros and cons. It seems what is missing in the whole rhetoric is the perception of the unity of humankind, rather metaphorically as one body.

The much-vaunted economic and cultural globalisation has been criticised as having created inequalities and hierarchies that subtly tear apart this deeply instinctive knowledge of our human oneness.

It is also known to have suppressed, often in a highly sophisticated manner, the authentically diverse identities and self-esteem of many a people on earth in favour of the power wielders.

It may not be unfair to say that it is now when the Corona virus in its various incarnations has penetrated every nook and corner of the globe that we have become global. It is bitterly ironic that the virulence of the virus that respects no social, political or racial borders has united our world by frightening surprise.

A closely allied buzzword word is “corporate”. The global and the corporate go hand in hand in our present-day understanding. We know the word “corporate” comes from the Latin “corpus” which means “body”. The verb “corporare” means “to form into a body”. Again the metaphor of the body underlies most of our global business terms though we seem to have completely ignored it. Instead of “ in- corporating” or making all humans part of the living body, we have fragmented the one body in view of higher profit, pitted nation against nation, humans against nature, making weapons, war and desolation.

The pandemonium unleashed by the pandemic Covid- 19 has suddenly awakened us, however rudely, to the primordial truth that we, all humanity, are one body. The global therapeutic response to this pandemic, therefore, must necessarily include the whole human race as one body in its compassionate solidarity, mutuality, sharing of resources and the common vision of a sustainable future.

We are all familiar with the quote from Aristotle that human being is a social animal. The primordial herd instinct is implied here.

We know that the Herd Instinct is a powerful driving force in the life of animals, birds and fish. The human species is also endowed with this gift . Notwithstanding the many theories in social anthropology, evolutionary biology and business psychology that seek to explain it in terms of self-protection and profit , one may also assume in a simple manner that the herd instinct is a left-over from the primal biological experience of one body.

Attached is a recent lockdown painting titled “The Fish- Body”, (acrylic 4’x3’ ) that seeks to represent a large school of fish streaming into the shape of one single fish rising from the depths and moving to the source of light and air. From a distance it is one single fish, but as you zoom in, it contains innumerable individuals who constitute the one body.

As tens of thousands of our sisters and brothers gasp for breath we need to rise as one body beyond religion, region and race, and share our resources and protect each other in a one-body act of “in-corporating” and rising together to the source of air, light and life.

(Kmg, Kovidakam, Devalokam PO, Kottayam, 15 May 2021)

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The Real


“Triple lockdown”  in the Covidosphere in Kerala.  A discreet early morning walk along the Kodoor.  Paddy fields are slowly swelling with the monsoon rains. The dying leaves of some leftover rice plants are sticking out of water casting their reflections below. The picture transpires some sort of semi-abstract geometrical shapes of triangles and squares. They seem to be complete in themselves and are closed polygons. But on closer examination, they are found part real and part shadow.

In order to distinguish between the real and the unreal in them, we may imagine a horizontal line across the middle of each image. Then the top half is real and the bottom half is shadow or reflection. However,  our eyes take them together, that is, the real object and its unreal reflection,  in order to create our complete and comfortable picture of a triangle or a square.

Traditional wisdom often compares our life to a mirror. Just like water that reflects the objects on its surface, life too reflects that which appears on its surface. The real and the unreal shadow are closely interwoven in life.

It is common knowledge that not only pleasure but pain, disease, and death and are necessary to complete the polygon of life. If there is no pain of some sort -physical, psychic, or social- we wouldn’t be aware of what we now call reality. In fact, they are essential for us “to keep in touch with reality”, as they say.

It is interesting to observe that in the digital culture today we speak of more than one reality and we even can deliberately mix and manipulate realities. If what we normally call Reality is our down to earth existence, we now speak of and experience new levels of reality like Virtual  Reality, Augmented Reality, and Mixed Reality.

Especially since the onset of the viral pandemic and lockdown most of us live in virtual Reality a good part of our time. From tiny tots in the kindergarten and humble farmers in the field to ivory tower academicians, high flying rulers, world leaders, and business magnates – all enter the virtual world to do online what they are supposed to do in the real world.

For many, the Net provides an escape route to break out of the tedious mundane reality to enter another world. There have always been people who try to escape the boredom of the real world by means of some intoxication whatsoever. In fact,  people invent innumerable ways to circumvent the drudgery of reality’s chores, and wish to remain always, if possible, in a state of excitement by means of arts and sports, eating and drinking, warring and violence and what not .  

If the current momentum in Cyber technology is maintained humanity will inadvertently bump  into ever new levels of reality. They say the emerging technologies like Quantum Computing, Artificial Intelligence and Mixed Reality together with Nanobiotechnology, 3D Bioprinting, and a host of various Human Enhancement technologies would radically alter our human reality. We shall then enter the post-human world. In fact,  we have already crossed the threshold.

One may also remember that there are very old counterparts to this futuristic vision. The great spiritual and mystical traditions have always spoken of new levels of reality that one could experience by practising certain spiritual sadhanas while living here in our ordinary reality. This is essentially experiential and subjective, and not to be compared to objective scientific methods.

All major religions and popular mythologies speak of many worlds.  Heaven and hell in religious terminology are treated in the plural, and are said to possess numerous subdivisions as well.

It may be interesting that some in the field of scientific cosmology propose the hypothetical notion of multiverse or parallel universes rather than a single “uni-verse”.

In any case, it is better to keep our consciousness open and resilient , and be ready for any new future Reality that may subtly percolate into our ordinary world without “asking the host’s permission to join’’. Change and Transfiguration whether in the spiritual realm or in the scientific-technological sphere is the law of life. An Incomplete, hence open polygon rather than a closed one may suggest ever new possibilities. It seems human consciousness is still the greatest mystery on earth!

(Kmg, Kovidakam, Devalokam, Kottayam , Kerala. 12 June 2021)

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The Frail and the Fragile


At the break of dawn the day looked fine, especially for morning walkers. But it is the Monsoon season. One never knows. The South-West Monsoon (Kaalavarsham) that normally reaches Kerala coast on June 1 can be precarious. One moment the weather may look fine. In the next few moments it might rain cats and dogs.

The other monsoon brought in by North-East winds (Thulaavarsham ) in October-November is very different. It usually gathers clouds with resounding thunder and lightning for two to three hours before it actually rains towards the evening. Out of the two different experiences of the monsoon there is a wise saying in Kerala somewhat like this: ‘One who runs to escape from the rain will get wet, and one who sits and waits for the rain to pass will also get wet.’

It seems to have a strange philosophical tinge to it. Does it mean, whatever way you choose to steer through life you will end up with the same destiny? A bit sad and fatalistic, isn’t it?
Walking along the river bank with these thoughts in mind, and expecting the rain anytime I happened to spot a beautiful dragonfly perch on a blade of grass (see the picture from my mobile camera). The rather ageing leaf of grass is tenderly hosting a frail fly with transparent wings and a delicate blue body.

Are they whispering some secrets to each other? May be. One thing they might certainly share is their frailty. Stooping over the flowing water, and carrying a few shimmering water drops on its back from the night’s shower, the grass leaf is one of the weakest of things on earth. The beautiful and tender fly that found rest and refuge on the flimsy leaf is also extremely frail.

They are hanging in mid-air between the overcast sky above and the muddy river below. The impending rain can do away with the frail and the fragile in a matter of seconds. Yet the sweet moment of their embrace, with the bright eyed droplets as witnesses, made my day. I stood still with closed eyes for how long I don’t know until a cold shower woke me up.

(Kmg, Devalokam PO, Kottayam, Kerala, India . 21 June 2021)

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The Ancestral Dance


When I showed the attached picture to some of my friends one of them said it looked like the satellite picture of a dense green forest. That exactly was the comment I wanted to hear. Watching the frenzy of forest destruction all over the globe, environmentalists, climate scientists and nature lovers would wish to see one third of our planet earth (the rest is ocean) cosily covered under the thick green blanket.
However, it so turns out that the picture I took during a monsoon morning walk is a cropped portion of green moss that grows on a wayside wall.
In fact, the mosses are miniature plants that produce chlorophyll, communicate and reproduce like many other plants. They are an ecosystem by themselves and provide home for innumerable micro-organisms. Universally found in damp and shady surfaces, the moss family is far older than our human species and our tropical rainforests.

Ever since the global emergence of the Corona virus disease we have become more sensitive to the micro world. We realise that the subtle world of mosses, fungi, bacteria and viruses is infinitely more complex than the macro world that we see, hear, smell, touch, and taste. The small is not only beautiful but is staggering and breath-taking in its sheer magnitude (pace E F Schumacher).
If you visit the Sahya hill ranges, the Kerala part of the 1600 km stretch of the Western Ghats running parallel to the western coastline of India across the southern states, you see enormous stumps of felled trees covered by moss and fungi. They seem to put a green bandage of solace over the deep wounds on mother Nature perpetrated by greedy humans.
The English proverb “ A rolling stone gathers no moss” seems to have an ironically opposite ring today. Our overarching but erroneous idea of progress and development expressed in incessant human activity tampering with the planet earth eliminates all greenery and consequently kills all life. The cessation of activity in the deep stillness of “triple lockdown” across many regions of the world gave breathing space for all humble creatures like the moss and fungi.

We hate to see them anywhere in our human habitation., We spray insecticides over them, scratch them off, and paint them over. Yet they will still be there, as our hoary ancestors reminding us of the grand cosmic scheme and the impending desolation of the earth. Even when we, the whole race of Homo Sapiens are razed to ground to become dust of the earth in a viral pandemic or environmental catastrophe, the exuberant moss and fungus will dance over us triumphantly in the power of life that the human species simply ignored.

(Kmg, Devalokam P O, Kottayam, Kerala. 25 July 2021)

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The Fungal Flourish


A splendid morning surprise after several days of overcast sky and random drizzles. It was hard to make out at first from a distance. It looked like a piece of delicately embroidered lace design or a fine lattice work in milky white soft-paste porcelain. Then it revealed itself as an exquisite mushroom that lay upside down amidst the decaying fallen leaves. It had unfolded in all silence in the night’s darkness on the damp compost of twigs, leaves and fallen fruits from the chikku tree above. No one would normally suspect anything so beautiful to emerge from such sombre circumstances . Yet it is there, the transient beauty, a passing delight to us, passers by as well.

The sudden rise of mushrooms takes us by surprise. But their tiny spores are all around waiting for the favourable conditions of dampness, darkness and decay. Our languages have adopted the term and the metaphor “mushrooming” from the suddenness of their growth in large numbers and in unexpected places. Found in more than ten thousand varieties and belonging to the humble fungi family of ancient lineage, some mushrooms are edible, some poisonous, and still others ‘magical’ or hallucinogenic.

Even if our civilisational edifices crumble and decay the mushrooms will still grow hilariously over their sad remains. Does it give us some glimpses of hope for the future of life that we humans try to eliminate ruthlessly in myriad ways?

(Kmg, Devalokam, Kottayam 12 June 2022)

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The Dancer Within
(Zoom the image to see the dancing figure within)
Every child is born to dance just like every bud and any sprout of life. A new born child that lies flat on its back raises and jiggles its tender legs and arms in the air in pure delight. With the playful movements of the cute little limbs the baby’s whole body pulsates in a joyful, vibrant mood. It seems the child yearns to levitate and break forth into dance. But our adult culture soon begins to suppress the dancer within. Little by little we become stiff like statues.
In India in the classical dance forms like Bharata Natya, dance is performed on stage by individuals, and the audience (Rasikas) watch it from a distance while they themselves are seated. The spontaneous folk dance seems to be alien to the upper social strata. In most African and tribal cultures it is different. There is no dance that divides people into onlookers and performers . At the slightest sound of a drum beat, bodies of people , from very young to very old, begin instinctively to assume dancing gestures.
Daya Bai, the compassionate social workeramong the Adivasis and Tribal people related her experience during the Covid lock down. One evening she went out of her hut and looked at the vast expanse of the multi coloured sky. Overwhelmed for a moment by the cosmic beauty, the octogenarian started singing an old melody and broke out into dancing. Her dog too, a constant companion, danced with her as he imitated her body movements and the sound of her singing in his own way. See the power of dance that radiates energy, movement and rhythm all around. No wonder cosmic creation, protection and destruction are understood as dance movements in the Saiva tradition, and Siva the all powerful deity is called Nataraja, the Lord of Dance.
At the subatomic micro levels of the material universe, particles are in unceasing dance movement. At the macro level of ever expanding cosmos, planets, stars and galaxies are in unending cycles of dance. In between, for us even a slight awareness of the child-dancer within may liberate us from the many woes of existence.
(Kmg, Devalokam, Kottayam, 15 August 2022)
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Paneer Champa – a Teacher of Hop
Some years ago I planted a Paneer Champa tree (Bell apple) in my back yard. It came up well with thick foliage, and I waited rather impatiently for it to blossom. With no sign of any flowering I grew desperate, and a year ago I asked my house helper to cut it down, not to waste the ground . He asked for my indulgence, and said he would take care of it for a few more months before felling it.
Another year passed with no response from the tree. In mid January this year I finally decided to eliminate the barren tree myself. The morning I went there with a hand-axe, I noticed a delicate sprout of two tiny, tender, violet leaves emerging from the rough trunk ( See the picture).
I stood there in awful silence for some moments.
This leafy gesture was enchantingly cute and evocative that I was completely disarmed. It appeared to me they were praying to heaven, or raising a sign of exultation or inviting me to rejoice in hope, or all of that. I was probably moved by what biologist Edward O Wilson called “ Biophilia” ( = love of life), the genetic affinity of human beings towards life in all its forms, in all creatures). For many of us this is a gut feeling of deep caring and protective love towards the young ones of any species. The tender baby leaves prevented me from committing a violent act towards the Champa tree. I asked forgiveness for all the earlier wounds I had inflicted on the tree in my fits of anger ( the scars are still visible). Humbled, I picked up the axe and returned.
A week later I casually scanned the tree, and to my great amazement, hidden amidst the green foliage were white bunches of flowers, the floral promise of the much awaited Champa fruits. (See the picture ).
Well, I am aware my experience is nothing new. Many farmers might have had similar experience ever since cultivation began on earth. It may be out of that collective experience that Jesus, the inimitable story teller, told us the parable of the impatient fig planter (Luke 13:6-9). In my case strangely, that imaginative story came physically true. Of course, Jesus narrated it to illustrate the infinite divine patience, forgiveness, and above all hope for our human potential to flourish and bear fruits of goodness.
All wise farmers know that the plants and trees they love respond to their emotions like little children. Within the matrix of their love for life they can sometimes apply the persuasive strategy of scolding, threat and gentle punishments on the plants that hesitate to bear fruit. And it works, more often than not !!
– KMG, Devalokam, Kottayam 30 January 2023)
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Out of Winter
Dull grey is not a favourite colour for many of us. It seems to suggest despair and death. But in most regions in the northern hemisphere the harsh winter paints nature in tones of grey except when it is snow covered.
The attached picture, taken on a solitary walk, is from a Welsh village called Sully, near Cardiff, UK. For a visitor from a tropical region, the image of skeletal trees against a dark grey sky on a frozen morning at nearly 2°C doesn’t look sanguine at all. In winter’s cold silence these tall trees, however, seem to be alive with the muted noise and hovering movement of some black birds.
They are ravens, considered by many in Europe as ominous birds that forebode misfortune. But the symbolism is two-sided. They are also perceived as very intelligent, insightful and spiritual beings belonging to the crow family. In India the ever vigilant and diligent nature of the crow is a recommended model for students (kaaka drishti).They also communicate between the material and the spiritual worlds, and are invited to receive the ritual food offerings for ancestors in the Hindu tradition.
What we see in the picture as sort of small dark bundles on the trees are raven nests. Hidden to my phone camera, these nests might contain 3-7 eggs being incubated by the female birds. The male birds bring food to the brooding mother birds that sit over the eggs, keeping them warm for weeks against the invading cold . The male and female together keenly watch over the promise of their future pulsating within the egg shells. They might be dreaming of their cute hatchlings unfold their tender wings and soar into sky’s infinity. Unlike in the case of human beings, The parent birds’ own individual future is not probably important for them . It is the future of their species that the birds instinctively care for.
The bare, dry, dead-looking tree twigs that hold these nests with eggs are also internally vibrant as they are getting ready to dance into Spring’s light and life. No wonder the egg has become the symbol of Easter, the resurrection of Christ, the festival of hope and new life that breaks out of the winter of despair, depression, and death. “If winter comes, can spring be far behind?” asks the poet. The ineffable mystery of life!
(Kmg, Cardiff, Wales,14 March 2023)

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The Part and the Whole
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This morning, I broke a plate by sheer accident. I was about to fix my simple fruitarian breakfast with homegrown papaya and pineapple. Fingers still slippery with fruit juice I tried to grip the plate. Ooops !! it fell and was smashed into a hundred pieces!! ( See the picture).
A moment of embarrassment with some flashback memory of parental scolding! Then I bent down to clean it up, but got totally puzzled. Where are all the shattered pieces of my cute plate-friend of a decade? All the sad bits and pieces I saw on the floor do not add up to make my lovely companion.! I even brought a similar plate from the kitchen just to compare( picture 2).
“The whole is greater than the part”, states the 5th axiom of the great Greek mathematician Euclid. Yes, but what happens when all parts are put together? Do they make the whole? We are so used to dividing birthday and Christmas cakes that we might say yes too.
A scientifically meticulous person may be able to restore my plate quantitatively from its scattered bits. But for me it wouldn’t make the whole anyway.
Great philosophical and spiritual visionaries go beyond Euclidean geometry and tell us that the parts don’t add up to make the whole. It seems all religious dogmas and scientific theories are seeking the whole. But in the case of religions, most of them seem to proliferate laws, rituals, and taboos by indulging in more and more sectarian bits and parts that fragment the humankind . In science they are in unending search for the bigger and bigger dimensions as with James Webb Space Telescope or the infinitely smaller and smaller building blocks of matter as with the Large Hadron Collider beneath the snow-clad Alpine mountains. But what about the Whole? Do all the fine- tuned parts add up to reveal the Whole? It simply slips away both at macro and micro levels?
Incidentally, for the first time in about ten years of my friendship with the broken plate I looked closely behind the spare plate and read the tiny inscription: “Break & Chip Resistant…Made in USA.

(Kmg, Devalokam, Kottayam, 4 May 2023)

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Returning to my lonely, deserted house at Kottayam after more than a month of wandering I was astonished to find a finely woven security network across my entrance veranda.The ancient Webmaster himself had set up a splendid “No Entry “ (X) sign literally with his own body. While majestically surveying his sticky, silvery, and smart web kingdom (Webdom), the Spider king still appeared to recognise me, a rather stray occupant of the house. He most graciously posed for a picture and permitted me to sneak into my house without disturbing his inimitably elegant and intricate work of Web Art. What a noble gesture on his part!

Deeply impressed by the beauty and splendour of his royal costume I also made a quick, silent comparison with another king who was recently enthroned and crowned with great fanfare and, according to critics, at forbidding cost for his subjects.

Forgive me if I fall for the Spider king who personally condescended to offer security for my house at no cost using organic and eco-friendly silken threads for a defence network.
Democracy or Dictatorship, security has the first priority today with all political regimes. We people are, of course, bound to protect our leaders from all threat to their precious lives, because our own lives depend on theirs. Luckily the common people who elect them and trust them are not flabbergasted by the gargantuan expenditure behind all sophisticated systems of security , X, Y or Z, simply because it is too sacred to be revealed to the public.

Our deep concern for the security of all – particularly children, women, differently abled, the elderly, health and judicial personnel, political and religious leaders- is, of course, well taken. However, the other side of it is not so visible. All global security shenanigans naturally breed big business that deliberately drives home to us the fear of the other. Suspicion is the supreme value here. Mutual trust is naive and simply inane.

When conflicts arise whether in interpersonal or international relations, our traditional Wisdom prompts us to take the first conciliatory step of building mutual trust. Instead we proliferate CC cameras to peep into all nooks and corners of people’s privacy , and we invest heavily in several categories of security. It is the terror filled culture of suspicion and fear that we instill in the young and old under the garb of security and protection rather than cultivate trust, friendship, sharing, rejoicing, compassion and love. Ultimately all these high-end security measures that claim to save life will boomerang to brutally eliminate life itself. Simple values like mutual trust, honesty, sharing and caring alone will nurture life, and open a hopeful door to the future of the human species against all rhetoric to the contrary.

(Kmg, Kottayam, 10 May, 2023)

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Our Earthly Nest

The old coconut tree is dying. It might collapse in a few months time. Every morning as I pass by the tree on my solitary walk, I see two parrots sitting or hovering over it . Soon it was clear that the birds had made a nest in the hollow inside the decaying tree. Obviously the she-bird was laying eggs in their tree-home’s dark cavity.
The birds probably sensed the end of the tree from the rotting stuff within which they had meticulously prepared a soft bed out of twigs, leaves and feathers for their future chicks. It takes only 3 to 4 week for the eggs to hatch and for the fledglings to fly away depending on the species.

Unlike us humans the birds have no long term investment in the tree, as they probably know by instinct that their support system, namely the degenerating tree would soon collapse. The biosphere is the immediate support system on our little planet earth, our home. We know very well it is dying due to relentless human activity, mistreatment and exploitation. Yet unlike the birds that make their nests just for birthing and upbringing of their young ones, we build cities and skyscrapers, roads and vehicles, fighter jets and cruise missiles. Ecologists point out that the “anthropogenic mass” or the sum total of all human civilizational construction now begins to outweigh the biomass, the weight of all living organisms including the human race, trees and animals. This is alarming as it disrupts the ecological balance of mother earth.Yet we continue to haul cement, plastic and asphalt over our mother’s body that groans in mortal pain. Even otherwise, they say it is not unlikely that some passing asteroids strike the earth with a fatal blow to life. The birds know the fragility of their tree- homes by instinct while we know for sure the death of our planet home through our own scientific means. Still we raze down forests and fill up wetlands to build resorts and concrete jungles. In the final count it turns out to be absolutely counter productive to life and happiness that we want to promote. Do we need all these civilizational constructs to breed and bring up the new generation of the human race in an environment of human dignity, freedom, joy, compassion, solidarity and mutual love?

(Kmg, Devalokam, Kottayam. 11 October 2023)

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The Trust
The hairdresser and his client could be total strangers to each other. They couldn’t be speaking the same language or following the same religion. Nor could they be sharing the same nationality or region of the world. Yet they can trust each other perfectly well.
In the picture we see the client is bundled up, and placed on a chair. This arrangement disables the movement of his hands and body , and he is literally defenceless. The hairdresser is wielding two of the sharpest of all tools- the scissors and the knife. (The sharpness of the knife and the skill of the barber were such that in medieval Europe, before the rise of modern medicine, surgeons were barbers who did surgical operations on patients).
In our barber shop the client trusts a total stranger holding a dangerous weapon just behind his neck. We, however, never hear of any untoward incident in barber shops. Instead, everywhere in the world it is a place of mutual trust and bonhomie.

“ Trust building “ is an expression that we often come across in diplomatic negotiations for the resolution of conflicts and the ending of war. But in every day life we go through a series of “trust” deals. For example, you order a samoosa or a sandwich, and you eat it whole without bothering to tear it open and see for yourself what is inside. You are offered a clean glass of juice or water, and you drink it without suspicion of any sort .

But not everybody is so trustful. Even many political leaders elected by the people seem to mistrust the same people once they are in power.

Trusting is certainly taking risks.
Still, we need to acknowledge that trusting with intelligence and trustworthiness with discernment are an essential value in human social life despite all chances of us being cheated, exploited and even killed.
This applies at the level of personal friendships, familial relations between husbands and wives, parents and children, and national and international relational relationships networks.
This is true not only between humans, but also between humans and the “wild” animals. They are afraid of us and attack us because we humans first started encroaching on their home territory, depriving them of their natural habitats, and killing them for our pleasure or profit. Recognizing this fact might help us resolve the vicious circle of human beings versus wild animals, and arrive at some measure of mutual trust between the human and the nonhuman life.
A truly human civilization can be built only on mutual trust. There is no alternative.
(Kmg, Devalokam, Kottayam. 15 March 2024)