My beautifull morning

I realized this morning i have been missing a lot of life. Saroj Vihar , our house wakes up very early and is up for life refreshing itself. The person who pays the most important part in this morning routine is my grandmom. Its her torchlight that got me the signal this morning, that everything is going to come alive. On her way to the kitchen she passes by my room, being the extremely decent person she is, makes it a point not to disturb me (not that it matters since i am a real sound sleeper). Its the kitchen where the action is all centered around. Ammama goes through the cores of her routine with uttermost precision. This morning by the time i got to the kitchen chair it was 4.45Am which is earlier than a usual morning agenda (she wakes up to our neighboring Muslim mosques early morning call to the first prayer which usually is around 5.15 AM). Its the mornings first cup of tea prepared by her with a reminiscing of yesterdays events , her awareness and judgment of facts, and the precise answers that in the early hours hits your head. With 83 years of vast experience, having brought up 5 very young children after her husbands untimely death has made her a vast encyclopedia of life ( my brother in law describes her as an old Cheverlot truck which can run in any conditions with minimum maintenance ha ha ha).
Morning is the time when the lights are blue with newness. I walk slowlly to the front cement courtyard to take a leisurely walk and to see this same courtyard that i have seen all my 41 years, in its all pervading blue light. Yes, moms red anthurium flowers have too woken up and ask their questions without any preconceived ideas. The red Anthuriums are brilliant with their white middle heads , all like live serpents poised to strike unwanted thoughts. Today my thoughts are not weighed by the past but spring out with a newness fuelled by the distant songs of M.Subhalaksmi's morning kirtanams from a nearby temple. In avyurveda, the definition of health springs to my mind. Health is defined as a feeling one realizes when there is no present awareness of our physical material body. This material body which we hold in such esteeem, who the sages of yore have always kept reminding us about is in a constant tick of undoing. The young, the old , the needy, the greedy, the millioraire all hold a vital capsule of infinity that undergoes no degradation. Its a vital need for our well being that one needs to sometime be aware of this infiniteness in us. Early morning don't bring old stale thoughts, its new, the air has a lot more negative ions.

Ammama gives me the house gate keys, i open one side of it inorder for the milkman and paper kid to come sailing in( Wonder how many more painfull deaths will the oppresive regimes have to come to terms with before the innocents blood stop flowing through the streets). Everything in Saroj Vihar is precise, money for the 3 or more satchets of milk is kept in their regular plastic vessel. I open the gate and look at a new day in the morning pleasantness. The yellow Sodium paper lamps on the street have diffused the blue morning light. Its Shabrimalla season with its coolness, in some unknow house the young celibate Ayyapan is taking his morning bath in front of an ancient well, in order to go to the temple. I have done this routine too , gone to "Mallai", the hard way after the usual 30 day fast inorder to clean the system.

Kommath house the imposing building stands like an old fortress erasing back the attempts of new real estate developers who build penis like new age flats so artificial in this part of my world. The age on Kommath house earns its respect,a giant impossing facade to a bygone era's gatehouse, slowlly my thoughts go back to a Vishu festivel day when one of our festivel rockets fired from Saroj Vihar went in there , and exploded very near a sleeping infant.....somehow it seems years have not gone so fast. I don't feel any damage has been done to the grey matter of my thick skull. My forehead has some white hair on it, but i don't command any respect or act as if i have seen it all. There is a bloody lot more to see. I am reminded by a wise saying which always made sense in my travels "The journey is the destination". Every second i am reaching somewhere in the dynamic suchness of now. No need to worry about the destination when you know that the journey is in the now.

The mosque next door invites the morning faithfull for their first prayer. A madman walks in front of me with eyes as innocent as a child's. Where is the journey of life for him? "Never philosophise in the portals of a mad man without food". The regular crowd of mornin overfat walkers with their long stick in hand walk by, always ready for that life saving hit on some waiting street dog. Why are these fat walkers walking with their presciptions, freshly signed by their relevant doctors today? The out of state long distance trucker blows its airhorns and screw it all up. I walk away with a Monolisa smile to get ready to do my early morning Sudarshana Kriya.

Wonder how this mornings basketball game will turn out is my biggest worry. Screw everyone, hey hey, its our time now, throw me that difficult pass. Let me dunk the ball once more into the cup of a fine day.........