(Following is a small autobiography of all the different little parts inside of me discussing to get an understanding of life in general, with a light hearted approach towards the end. “Someone told me” quotes are not real person but one of the part inside of me speaking its understanding of life. Towards the end of page 3, I have quoted my understanding of life based on the discussion from all the little angels inside of me. Read on to get an understanding into self or read on for just the fun of it. Happy reading. Oh! And the Gujarati language may not be accurately used; so please excuse the grammar and inappropriate use of words)
Someone told me that life is one big ball of yarn.
An old lady is holding this ball of yarn in her hands. Feeling the softness and admiring the colour of the yarn. Wondering what she can create out of this? Suddenly a name pops into her head and a picture also to go with this name. She is thinking of her favourite granddaughter. And she looks at the yarn and says to herself, “this little precious thing can knit one pair of mittens for my little granddaughter.” As she is imagining these little mittens on her granddaughter’s hands, she pulls out the right sized needles and sets down to knit. The old lady is so full of love within this thought and within this universal love which she is feeling through knitting a pair of mittens for her granddaughter that she has become an expression of love. Along with her the ball of yarn too has become an expression of love. The yarn unites itself into knots after knots as she knits away second after second and minute after minute. Each and every knot contains a story within the story. Each and every inch of the yarn contains the moment of silence knitted by this expression of love. There is a beginning and there is an end. Finally, the end is near. Life or the ball of yarn as we know it is come to an end; an end well enjoyed; an end well lived; an end of expression and a beginning of another; an end of something so precious and a precious memorable beginning. It was an end for the yarn and a beginning for these pair of mittens. The yarn still lives but not as a yarn but in a different form.
Someone told me that life is one new big spoon.
An old man is holding this new big spoon in his hand as he is having his dinner that night. Feeling the coolness of the metal and feeling the shape as it makes contact with his skin. He takes the first bite into the dish he has prepared, which is steaming hot. As the spoon and the dish merge in his mouth and mixes with his saliva. He becomes nostalgic and in his mind a picture appears vividly with all the colours and with all its clarity. It is a picture of his mother feeding him the very same dish when he was just 4 years old; conveying that love and that bond which he had not experienced in a very long time. Each and every bite becomes more nourishing. Each and every spoonful becomes more enhanced. There comes the end. It is the end of the act of eating. But it is neither the end for the dish nor the end for the spoon. Life or The spoon continues her journey weaving stories after stories into every memorable bite.
Someone told me that life is one big white cloud.
A big white cloud appears on the big blue sky. As it appears, people all around look up into the sky. Someone exclaims, “Oh! Look, how pretty that is.” Soaring through the space up above is the big blue skies down below is this beautiful earth with all those beings and in between are those other beings fly around with their friends and family. Life or that big white cloud just exists. The cloud just watches you in the act that’s all. It is totally your perception about how you see the cloud. The cloud is just happening and just being there. The cloud shows itself in different forms and in different colour, shape and size. It is again your perception of how you see and feel about it. A cloud is just water in gaseous state; it is just vapour in high energy state. It soon disappears too. And another one forms.
Someone told me that life is one green leaf.
There is that one little tiny green dot that appears at the edge of the branch of a tree. Initially, it is only a green dot. Delicate and tender like us when we are born. As days go by it becomes bigger slowly, its veins develop. Life or A leaf is made of many layers. Each one unfolds itself little by little with its own sweet way of sermonizing. It is one of the powerhouses for the tree; major source of energy; which comes in various forms to suit different needs in different climatic conditions. One day the leaf begins to change its colour becomes separated from the tree and further changes its colour and then gets mixed up into the soil below and takes a different form of its own, starting a new journey.
Someone told me that life is one yellow flower.
Colour so perfect; the flower so perfect; beauty beyond the words can express or the mind can express; love so pure and tender; existence like it has every right to exist. Beyond the thorns, smoke, the pollution and the city noise, lays a yellow flower so pure and tender that you need an eye to see what you see; you need a nose to smell what you smell; you need a heart to express what you feel. You can use it to decorate your every possession and use it to celebrate every occasion. The flower still connected to the plant has a lot longer life than the one disconnected. Yet the yellow colour has the energy of the sun itself in it; providing all the resources you need for this lifetime.
Someone told me that life is one small ant.
Life within the life of a small ant; life or a small ant goes through many stages. In the beginning it is just oval and tiny; then it has a shape of a worm-like larva with no eyes and no legs and they shed their skin many times as they increase in size. Then after a certain time it starts to spin a cocoon around itself, during this time the form changes and emerges in an adult ant form. Life within the life has a life of its own; form goes on changing and so does life. To an ant everything is gigantic and colossal; so full of energy and instinctive and survival and the moment that it can haul up ten to fifty time its own weight.
All these angels have described their perception of life in such a poetic way that my perception of life enlarged and enhanced itself to a different level.
For me life is a big ball of yarn which is soft, radiant, an expression of love itself, story with a moral within those knots. If I were a kitten I would never get tired of playing with that ball of yarn.
For me life is a new big spoon which is full of nourishment and motherly love where every bite is memorable and cherishing.
For me life is a big white cloud which exists and allows you to become the artist where you get to choose the shape, colour and size; you get to choose where and how to place it; choose it carefully and quickly before it disappears.
For me life is a green leaf though small, delicate and tender has some very powerful lessons to teach and a major source of energy itself.
For me life is a yellow flower; a beauty beyond expression. You need inner sensory organs to view life. You can have every material possession under the sun and you can celebrate any occasion you choose. All this can be a way of living as long as you are connected to your roots.
And for me life is a small ant; an ant is small but not the perception; life may be small but in it there can be colossal achievements one can picture and have. All you need is the energy, instinct and survival in the moment and ability to carry fifty times the power.
And ultimately, life is nothing serious… another angel stepped up and said, “You know life is just one big pizza.” “How so?” said I.
Quite simple really, picture your self in Italy; a typical Italian household. The husband walks into the house from a very tiring day at the restaurant where he works. Asks his wife, “Dhear, whath is for dhinner thonighth?” And the wife, quite simply replies, “Oh! Darling… aaje hoon tari mate pijja banawi che, khaeese?”
The husband after hearing this is quiet and ponders… “Aaj thepla khane ka bohut dil kar raha hai. Use kaise bataoon.”
“Aaj hoon thepla khaeese… mane pijja nathi khaoo”
So you see life is just one big pizza and not a thepla. Everyday is a pizza day in Italy and a thepla day in Gujarat. But it can’t be a thepla day in Italy and a pizza day in Gujarat. That would be just so not life.
I said, “But wait a minute now; what are you saying? And why are they speaking in Gujarati and Hindi instead of Italian? I mean aren’t they Italians? And what does an Italian know about a thepla.”
“That’s right they are Italian’s and they are talking in Gujarati and Hindi. This is exactly what I intend to communicate; don’t take the language seriously nor the dish seriously. If you start adding your well formed meaning to every situation in life and then you will always be stuck understanding everything rather than enjoying it.”
Most importantly, it does not matter what life is and trying to understand it and all the hypothetical stuff that’s there in the past 4 pages. The important thing is it is time to enjoy. Ha! Ha! Hope you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing it.
