Thursday, January 2, 2020

Autumn leaves (Dr. Y. V. Rao)

Autumn leaves (Dr. Y. V. Rao)


                  
                                                                                         Dr. Yerneni Venkateswara Rao
M.Sc., Ph. D
Retired Principal
Akkineni Nageswara Rao College
GUDIVADA- A.P
yernenivrao@gmail.comh.
B2-18
                                              Autumn leaves

People on the wrong side of 60 are like autumn leaves, waiting for their fall while watching others all around them fall with unfailing regularity.
  Most happened as accidents happen and drifted through life, baffled by its mystifying jerks and mind- numbing jolts, dazed by its amazing twists, astounding turns and paralysed by its abrupt reversals and surprising turn-arounds, and fall they will , not being any the wiser for it; some who felt let down , squatted /imposed upon and who felt hurt , spat at and dominated by others were at a loss and even found themselves at the end of their tether and hence, aimless and at drift , sapped of all energy and enthusiasm heave  a sigh of relief at the moment of their fall taking that to be the end of this life—a gruelling ordeal, a saga of sorrow and a frightful nightmare, while a few shudder at the thought of falling, fearing that this may be the termination of their idyllic existence, a continuous round of pleasure full of color, charm, dreams, excitements and expectations about more of the same—a kind of an eternal carnival and an uninterrupted celebration either attending or hosting parties, patronizing the gourmet restaurants and living life as if there is no tomorrow.
  But that rare soul , that enlightened one, accustomed as he is to the uplifting freedom of a higher plane of consciousness accepts his fall—his transportation to the Elysian Fields—with equanimity as the end of yet another episode in the great drama of creation. The loss of such a one will be deeply felt but his vision will live on, ever remaining fresh and his inspiring example will linger on in memory long after he is gone.   Such a one lives for history, not for today, nor for the moment.

B2-19
The practice of finding supportive evidence and arguments for a predetermined verdict is like putting the cart before the horse. Yet, it is the pith and substance of almost all normal human interactions where there is a vast scope for the play of preferences and prejudices and personal whims and fancies. That means most day-to-day transactions , be they ideological , cultural , communal or creedal as also all matters pertaining to litigation and taxes and disputations on philosophy , religion and literature , most commercial and economic activities as well as rational , regional and linguistic issues and concerns and the whole gamut of personal perversions and fetishes – intellectual, political, social and sexual. The list is never ending. What is surprising however is that most of the time, not even an attempt is made to give an intellectual veneer to / put a rational gloss over such arguments and conclusions.
  That it is not imperative that this should always be so becomes obvious when we realise that all this after all is nothing but the vulgar play of an overblown ego, desperately trying to assert itself, driven by a compulsive obsession to win an argument and score a point at any cost. So long as it remains untouched and untamed by values and principles, the fruits of a thinking heart and a feeling head, the results can hardly be otherwise. However , when the ego’s path is illumined by the enduring values and elevating principles and when wisdom , and with it, dispassionate discrimination dawns on it, then the horse and the cart will automatically find themselves in the right place and things proceed as they ought to.

B2-20
At death’s door, most mortals find themselves utterly confused about what all ahs happened to them here, and equally confounded about what is to happen here after and sigh with relief at the prospect of freedom from perplexity and puzzlement , and confusion and consternation. Some others thoroughly shaken by life’s many devastating trials and distressing tribulations often demanding devious means and dubious deeds to surmount them, on the one hand, and totally paralysed with terror born of misapprehensions about the after life on the other , tend to think of it as an escape from a haunting sense of guilt and a gnawing feeling of remorse about some of their diabolical commissions and debasing omissions , while a few others not withstanding their being unnerved by the imminent ending of an enchanting dream, a victorious march, a cherry-picking expedition, a celebratory parade and a princely life—their being the toast of every party, their every wish pandered to and all their whims and fancies instantly taken care of—and unsure of what awaits them on the other side of the great divide resign themselves to the inevitable, reflecting nostalgically on their times of triumph and dwelling sadly on their unfinished projects and tasks.
  But that rare individual, that luminous soul , unencumbered by either the memories of the past or the expectations about the future and ever remaining equi-poised and even-minded calmly looks on death as the end of a stream of events in consciousness—which it really is—and fondly looks forward to a happy homecoming, and what can only be a blissful reunion with the Ultimate Reality. For , he knows only too well that
“All forms that perish other forms supply,
  (By turns we catch the vital breath and die)
 Like bubbles on the sea of matter borne,
  They rise , they break, and to that sea return”
as Alexander Pope used in his ‘An Essay on Man’.
  That such a one as lived amidst us is a rare blessing which we should cherish and treasure.

B 2-21
Give a man all the money and freedom he wants and watch him. You can learn more about his character and destiny in an hour than in a lifetime of acquaintanceship.

B 2-22 (over)
I am too proud to bow before the insolent, yet too humble not to before the truly great, great in mind and spirit.

B 2-23
Life is virtually a double stranded rope, knowing and doing being its strands , each being reinforced by the other and the two together strengthening the rope. Knowledge or action , standing alone scarcely makes life. Too trivial or elementary? Not quite. For , if you think of all the things you did but never knew and those that you knew but never did, you will at once realize that like all great truths of life, this too is too important to be either new or remarkable, and hence is apt to be passed over or lost sight of altogether , thereby occasioning a reminiscential need and a badly needed one at that. It dawns on us that it is the simplest guidelines that are often the hardest to follow and adapt in our day-to-day life. It makes for the further realization that life is for living, living by doing what one knows and knowing what one does, for that is the only way to be what one is intended to be one’s maker. For , otherwise , (s)he would not have wasted two sets of organs , one of perception and cognition and the other of action, where one would suffice. Hence ,it is often said that a person endowed with an efficient hand and a loving heart and a clear head is a complete individual—a paragon of perfection  worthy of emulation by others.

B 2-24
Some people never live life but merely exist as scum on the surface of the river of life, never knowing what it feels like to be truly alive, for, they dare not dive deep into it for fear of being drowned.
In the words of John Dryden,
“Errors like straws , upon the surface flow;
 He who would search for pearls must dive below.”

B 2-25
One who continues to live in darkness/illusion even after knowing what light/reality is, is worse off many times over than one who lives in darkness believing that to be the only extant reality, for there is still a chance for the latter to know and live in light /reality. And for the former to denounce darkness is like his spitting in the plate he eats his meal from.

B 2-26
While a pole-vaulter cannot clear the high cross bar without the pole, he cannot clear it with the pole either. Just so while we cannot live without our past, we cannot live in/with it either. Our past should only be a map to guide us in the present without ever becoming the territory to live on and build our future.
  No man’s past can be his future; it has to be built anew every moment with courage and foresight if it is to be a meaningful and fulfilling future.
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