Priya arangan adiyar,
A big hoarding at the entrance a corporate welcomed us with a wide message. We, volunteers had been to seek help from a known person in the Company to support the activities of the Trust. With costs sky rocketing, we need to seek help for the children of the Trust from every quarter. But the hoarding struck our mind like a bolt from the blue. The message read
“Every morning in Africa, a deer wakes up. It knows it must run faster than the fastest of the lion or it will be killed.
Every morning a lion wakes up. It knows it must run faster than the slowest deer or it will starve to death.
It doesn’t matter if you are a lion or a deer. When the sun comes up, you’d better be running”
What is in store for a man seeking a corporate career had been categorically put as a warning signal (or a motivational signal?) just before entry into the jungle. And the man falls prey to the jungle epidemic, the epidemic of eternal mindless running. Well, for the men who triggered the industrial revolution and the software revolution, the saying may sound normal, acceptable and a matter of daily routine. But for us , people of Bharatham, who have a far more philosophical and spiritual legacy bequeathed to us, does it not sound wired? For people who are destined to have a higher quest in life, does it not sound animalistic? And yet, we too are running, following either the paws or the hooves into the dense woods, not knowing what is in store, but aimlessly meandering…with meandering as the sole aim. If we can’t ramble, we feel death has laid its claws on us. If we stand still for a moment, having a cursory glance at the ponds, the beautiful flora, the exquisite sunrise, the flutter of a bird and feasting the beauty of Emperuman’s creation, anxiety spreads through our veins. No time for sleep. No time for siesta. No time for contemplation. And no time for introspection. Athma gnyanam is not for our race. It is for the animals. We are humans in the jungle carefully designed and laid by our fellow humans. Knowledge of Emperuman is not in our kitty. It is for some other species, a species either extinct or yet to form. Help to fellow beings is not our piece of cane. Preserving our tradition is not our duty. Lets others see to it. Where are we heading? A society, once known for its tranquility, a society once known for its Vedic wisdom, a society once known for its intellectual clarity is a society now running behind nothing. Intellectuals across the world once praised our land as the land of every origin. Voltaire, a French thinker claimed “I am convinced that everything has come down to us from the banks of the Ganga (Ganges), - astronomy, astrology, metempsychosis, etc." When the world of intellectuals looks upon our heritage for their inspiration, we are simply performing the roles of maids in their kitchen. We only need to stop running , look around, take a deep breath and 'think'.