The Stoneleaf

Observations from a yet another vantage point. About anything, that Matters!

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Dreamer, Maverick, Socially Unacceptable!!

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I am the Ego, the ego supreme
I am Somnus, source of your dreams
I am the Sound, when silence screams
I am Everything, all that has been

Saturday, December 17, 2005

Of Ideas and Grand Plans...

It's weird, how easy it is for people (like me) to make ideas, evolve philosophies, conjure grand plans, and even more easily forget their existence. You do not need any additonal IQ to understand that the reference being made is here to this blog, The Stoneleaf.

I had started writing this blog, confident of the idea that when there is so much going around me, there would be ample inspiration for me to write about it. About the things that matter, or the things that i think, should matter. But i was unaware, or rather in the spur of the moment conveniently overlooked the importance of the will turning to action. Its not enough to be hungry, and know what to cook and how to cook; to satiate the hunger, one needs to act upon it, one needs to roll the sleeves, and cook.

In our sanskrit text book (and i dont remember what name it had), of class 6th, 7th and 8th; we had a specific chapter Subhashitani (i do remember this :D) - literally it meant the 'Good Words' more appropriately "Wise words"-, in three parts, one part every year, we used to read and mug the ancient wisdom condensed in two lines of sanskrit words. And today i remember one of them,


'Udyamen hi sidhyanti, karyaani na manorathaih
Nahi suptasya singhasya, pravishanti mukhe mrigah'

Translated, it means;


Action and not the will alone, makes the wishes come true
The deer would not walk into the mouth of a lion asleep

So time passes, days turn into dates as milestones of a life going by, and steadily things redefine their priorities. some day you discover that its almost 2 months, and your daily resolves, which someway had turned to weekly, have become rare oppurtunities. And then you wonder, whether it is the name, of the blog that has taken life. The leaf which never unfurled itself, but turned to static stone. Muted, with ossified veins , and stultified sap. While life decided to go its own way, raising clouds of dust that cover the plan maps, to be forgotten, and archived.

Yet I try...