As the blue sky slowly turns orange and the sun looks like a small ball floating on the sea, a motley of emotions start rising from the ocean of my mind. Sometimes they seem to be happy ones. Sometimes they are not. As the sun sinks and the sky is left in a state of anarchy, a ray of hope strikes my contemplating eyes. It helps me understand that the past is gone, erased as easily as it was written. I always walk back with some questions in my mind.
Why should we be struck in tales that are over? Can’t they be washed off like the words written on the sandy shore? Why shouldn’t we walk along with time without looking back? Why should the waves keep hitting the shore though they can’t break free from the shackles of the sea? Why is man chained to himself? Have we made a conscious choice here?
The lyrics of the beautiful Kannada song “ಯಾವ ಮೋಹನ ಮುರಳಿ ಕರೆಯಿತು” rings in my ears as I walk back.
ಸಪ್ತ ಸಾಗರದಾಚೆ ಎಲ್ಲೊ, ಸುಪ್ತ ಸಾಗರ ಕಾದಿದೆ
ಮೊಳೆಯ ದಲೆಗಳ ಮೂಕ ಮರ್ಮರ, ಇಂದು ಇಲ್ಲಿಗೂ ಹಾಯಿತೆ?
(Somewhere beyond the seven seas,A hidden sea awaits
Silent murmur of knee-deep waves,Did they reach your ears today?)
ವಿವಶವಾಯಿತು ಪ್ರಾಣ – ಹಾ!!, ಪರವಶವು ನಿನ್ನೀ ಚೇತನ
ಇರುವುದೆಲ್ಲವ ಬಿಟ್ಟು, ಇರದುದರೆಡೆಗೆ ತುಡಿವುದೇ ಜೀವನ
(This life became senseless,Your soul has lost its freedom
To leave behind whatever you have,And to yearn for what you don’t, is life!)
ಯಾವ ಮೋಹನ ಮುರಳಿ ಕರೆಯಿತು,ದೂರ ತೀರಕೆ ನಿನ್ನನು
(Which is that mesmerizing flute that called you to this distant shore?)
The Idiosyncratic Idiot 