the sea

Waves are the reality of the sea. Touching the shore and leaving, rising and subsiding, moving in a rhythm.. like the hands of clock. Curiously entwined by chance, their fate appears fixed, determined.. the hands will always move, so will the waves..

But the tides are a reality too… the sea does not relent to the determinism of waves. Propelled by some outward force it rises up tearing the surface… oh the majestic rise. For that moment it exists out of time.. out of its own fate..

The sea in a tide is a bearer of all forces within and without… the sea in a tide is also akin to the human spirit manifesting the power of ideals and beliefs.. of our collective consciousness itself….of the desire to make more out of existence.. an existence which is inextricably tied to time..

So are these lines just a means to vent the spirit.. the truth in them is contextual.. even incidental. So are most of our endeavors… the moment we believe, the moment we look at life as something more than what it is.. we become wrapped in our spirit…. and we can ebb and fall, or continue to rise.. we will always be more than ourselves…and we will surely find beauty here and some alluring charm..

Self thus effaced by the collective, willingly submits to it.. so will you and so will I.. Time and again we’ll attempt to capture the truth that will always evade us. For that is but one truth… But in that attempt we will be unleashed by and will in turn unleash something beautiful, even marvelous… And just as the grand monuments, growing out of the surface of the earth, later serve as a tomb to cherish the power that creates them – our attempts too will survive long after we cease to, as a reminder of the power that resided within us and about us..

But even without their realizing it, the lives which have been so possessed by these spirits find a strange solace in the rhythms of the clock. There is something about the waves too.. and about the beating of my heart.. I’m attuned here.. one here.. will always be, even when the spirits cease to visit and the forces wither away..

Don’t know if I wrote this for you or for myself..

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Nehaan in Persian means ‘secret’ or ‘hidden.’ In Japanese, the same word means ‘nirvana.’ In these pages, I will make an attempt to explore, and if possible, partly or fully reveal what lies hidden from our view in our day-to-day lives. The path will be characterised by a certain lack of method which I think is characteristic of human intuition. I write and shall continue to write only when inspired to do so. This also means I might occasionally make forays into varied fields such as science, music, philosophy, language, linguistics and poetry, to name a few. I hope this would not put off new readers and tire the old ones! But who am I to complain–even the lovers of fine wine feel repulsed by the first drop and still, quite strangely, dizzy by the last.

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