Learning is an experience by itself. It can take place in a variety of ways. Some are more approachable while some are not. Approachable because we have made it so, picking and cultivating particular ways. These ways have progressed to such a large extent that we tend to forget the other methods. Irrespective of whether it is suitable to do so. Thus we falter in this race, being ignorant by practise. Nobody in particular can be blamed for this outcome. At the same time it is disheartening to note this fact.
I read 'The Infinity Of Grace' by O. V. Vijayan last week. The story is told in a meandering fashion. Introduction of a character, is followed by his/her history. The protagonist recollects his childhood a little too often. His father and him walking on the banks of the river, the father uttering words laden with philosophy which is difficult for the young one to comprehend.
During one of these walks, the father defines a guru to his son. A guru, from whom one learns knowledge. We learn a tiny amount of knowledge from time, the earth, an ant, a deer, a plant.....
Honestly, i was fascinated with this thought. Such profoundness encompassed in those few words. And all the while, we push the small tit-bits into nothingness, though we have gained something from it. Failing to acknowledge the loss, not even sparing it some thought, though the same is pointed to us a dozen times. What is more surprising is the fact that we group knowledge into categories which are separated by seemingly invisble boundaries. Forgetting that everything is interlinked.
When i speak of learning, i tend to follow it with acknowledgement. Acknowledging somebody should be an all-time duty of mine. For what they have done, however minisicule it may turn out to be. At school, Mrs. Bhadran continuously reminded us to thank all our teachers who taught us. Graduation day, and i did what she said. Happiness in those teachers' eyes, wishing me luck for the future.
An entity that deserves our whole-hearted gratefullness is mother earth. For all her creations, the life that surround us. For the beauty that envelopes us. Those much-trodden paths of hopefullness, sorrow, colours.... The pitter-patter of rains, the fragrant soil, the colourful butterflies, the tall eucalyptus, the helpless tiger cubs, the food i eat, the honey i drink, the blue sky, leaping gazelles, bunny rabbits, the majestic peacock, the chirping of the sparrows...... Revering Mother Earth.
Here's wishing everybody a happy Sankranti.