Saturday, September 29, 2007

AFTER AUTUMN EQUINOX

The sun again crossed equator and entered The House of the Prime Virgin. I sit facing Him, mighty, full-shining over melting clouds. The morning is wet. A few butterflies simply flutter in leisure. Some radio ad establishes it is suprabhatam. How nice. Twits and sunbirds and crows all repeat, how nice in this morning. After all the sun in Virgo.

Virgo, because it is the time to sow the seeds. The rains are over. The land is in the state of ‘urava’, [Std. IX.CBSE.] Ready to be seeded. Other connotations just melt down like the clouds in receding rains. Retreating monsoon is like the victorious army, leaving the conquered lands to peace and prosperity. The stock markets booms in spite of the disturbances of peace in politics. [Peace is the foundation of prosperity.] A boom in money market gives a sense of doom for the communists and they go on politicising an American connection as usual. It is a nuclear pact this time. I have a doubt that a majority of the comrades, ex-comrades and the would –be comrades of the colleges are supporting the rendezvous with the Big Sam. Certainly the Bengalis welcome it even at the cost of Nandigram. Why not the Party publicise its own discussions and bring in some transparency? Hiding half the truth is not democracy, Sirs. Transparency has become the norm already. With so many news channels and efficient news papers, you cant hide even your hob-nobbing with lottery dons and quick money experts. So is with ideological transactions and opinions precipitating in your ranks. We, the people watch India Vision, Manorama, Asianet and Surya. Your people may watch Kairali with faith and adoration. But what? Faris? Is it Pharis? Or Karat? Whoever, my Lord, Bless the lot with conditioned senses.
How nice, relaxed and content is this dirty greenish short beaked bird pecking at a ripening papaya and gulping huge morsels after morsels. It had been doing it all these time I was writing! The whole of its head would be inside the hole of the juicy pulp it bore in the hard peeled papaya by pecking and gulping. This is the house of Virgo. Season to seed. This bird will process the papaya seed in its inner organs and deposit it in some suitable place with a little other dropping which would give the sprouting plant its early nutrition. The rhythm of it, the method of meticulous planning and the confident execution is all very relaxed. Content. This contentment is missing these days. Now the green bird has gone and the black crow has come in. With its extra strong beaks it would even hack the unripe.
Yes, it does! The whole papaya falls down in the thick grass below. There the immature seeds will join the earth at last and sprout in the next monsoon, grow to a foot or two, like the grass and dry up like the sex-girls. There are more crows now pecking at the fallen, unripe papaya. It is all part of it. That is Adwaitam.