Yesterday we met for a long overdue Parinati meeting and it was followed by a regular high philosophical discussion with the regular three- Avi, Pradeep and me.
All three were making comments which made one thing clear- there is a lacuna in our beings; but either we feared naming it or didn’t know what it was. But nevertheless we accepted its existence. We held the uber-zoomed and uber-materialistic lifestyle of Bangalore responsible for it. We recounted how our parents despite earning a fraction of our salaries led a more fulfilled and more meaningful life. I feel we three may not be the only ones who get such thoughts.
I feel the only difference between survival and living is that the latter involves love. Do we love? Anybody? Anything? Ourselves? Do we even know what love is?
We complain about our spouses, parents, companys, salaries, managers, friends, looks, cars, houses... of course, I can go on. Our Eastern school of thought calls for finding big happiness even among small things, but do we even find small happiness among big things?
The ancient Japanese treated even drinking tea as celebration, but today, even during festivals like Ganesh Chauti and Deepavali we don't celebrate. Come Ganesh, the first thing we think is where to dispose of the idol, don't we? For our parents, it was Lord Ganesh coming home, but for us, it's just a clay idol. Then, don't we know the reason for that lacuna already?
The rush, the speed, the pressure... are they worth it? Isn't it time we added a little love to our survival?
