For the last few months, I was operating on auto-pilot with the simplest default mode on. I was probably worse than a robot as at least a robot, has some direction configured. If someone had asked me to describe myself, then I’d have been at a loss! Let’s see what could have fit …
A process consultant? Eh!
An aspiring writer? I wish!
A health enthusiast? There have been days!
An experimental baker? Huh huh!
A questioning traveller? I try!
An awesome flower-chaser? Well… Yes!
That is one out of six … one and half if I give myself some benefit of doubt. That’s about it.
But now … I have at least one answer.
That I am still a person – and not a bad one at that. My consistent second-guessing of my mental state and of the Void I was peddling in is at peace. I am loving this … experience – it’s not quite a vacation- I don’t want to box it in. I have earlier written about the work my mother has been doing in the tribal village areas of Northeast India – possibly the most cut-off part of the country both culturally and geographically.
Since five days I have been immersed in the medical camps and the cathartic sense of purpose. These days are more real to me than the last few months. I am with people who still struggle for the most basic of facilities – for whom the word “doctor” is a distant dream. Yet the warm welcome, the outstanding hospitality and attention to details are simply wonderful! There is no power play, there is no politics, there is no personal vendetta. These are people who know work has to be done and are bent over backwards to ensure the dental camps operate smoothly.
No hiccup is too bad. No hurdle is too great. Why worry when there is a problem to be solved? Where there is a will… there is a way or at least a workaround! (I witnessed numerous classic textbook examples). Here I worried about my future, my life decisions while these people have no idea about their present. Yet they smile, yet they toil and yet they put the people above the individual. And for these fleeting moments, I am a part of this system, feeling their confusion, their pain and their hope.
I want to hold on to this warmth. As I write this after climbing half a hill to get range, I feel the cooling warmth of the autumn sun illuminating the valleys of rice fields and misty mountain tops. I want to bottle this light in a crystal decanter and preserve the pulse of those golden rays around me. A reminder that I too am living, breathing and thinking organism.
Hi Prajakta – My daughter spent two weeks in Mexico living in a village which was based around a garbage dump, and there was an orphanage there. My granddaughter (her daughter) spent sometime on a church mission trip to Rwanda, and she too was confronted with abject poverty. They were both totally overwhelmed by the goodwill offered them, and the happiness displayed regardless of their circumstances… and both were affected so deeply that it changed their perspective on their respective lives. Both are very satisfied with what little they have, and both are so giving of themselves. I am very proud of both of them.
Perhaps the next time you evaluate yourself, you could ask some different questions:
Do I pre-judge people?
Am I materialistic?
Am I a compassionate person?
Would I make a small sacrifice if the result would benefit someone else?
Is the centre of my world…. me?
Take care.
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Thanks a lot for sharing this, Colin! In this race, I really seem to have forgotten to ask the relevant questions. I am so glad to hear that your family has been so deeply influenced by their experiences. I hope I can as well
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🙂
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Beautiful sentiment. I love that you’re so deeply touched by the essence of the people and the place.
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Thanks a lot, Joey! Really appreciate it
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Hi
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SMiLes mY friEnd.. it’s so sad and
surely dArk amUsing that Culture’s
Greatest Purpose is to Separate us
From the Environment of Nature and
Nature’s SoUL Meaning is Unity us as Nature…
(some folks name this verb overall as God.. too)
It’s not
hard
to see
Heaven.. it’s
just NoW a Human
Touch aWay as GRound
And sKeYes iN onE Force oF BeinG NoW..
Nice to See you Prajakta oVer tHeRe NoW..:)
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Unity in purpose is the key here 🙂 thanks You so much!!
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As aLways..
Welcome my
FriEnd with
Thanks for
The Words
Of Inspiration
You
BRinG..:)
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I’m sure you loved ur trip to the Northeast.
No power play, no politics. Wish the whole world was the same 🙂
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Thank you Rahul! 🙂 I am enjoying every minute of it
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You got to know the essence of life or with other words what life really means. Amazing and reading your words gave me goosebumps and also such are warmth around my heart.
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Thanks a lot Erika 🙂 Life really happens at the ground level, doesn’t it?
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I agree! At least we learn it from the core that way.
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Hi Prajakta, Something for you my dear
https://wafflemethis1.wordpress.com/2017/10/20/seven-days-seven-black-and-white-photos-day-1/
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Your photos show us an earthy perspective – back to basics. Much of life takes us away from what is what’s important. I’m glad you got to spend this time re-connecting with your soul.
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This really was as raw as it could get and I was glad to be in close connect with it. Thank you so much!
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This is so beautiful, Prajakta. You inspire. Your post brought the sunshine back into my heart on this cold and foggy morning. ☺
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Nicely captured in words and images. Also comforting to know there are places and people who do not lose themselves in trying to go one-up on the next person.
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