Have you heard the story about the bee, Parashurama and Karna from Mahabaratha? One day while Parasurama was resting on the lap of Karna, a poisonous bee stung Karna. But he kept calm bearing all the pain, not to disturb his resting guru. Parasurama awakened by the warm blood oozing out of the bee sting wound, realized that only a Kshatriya not a Brahmana can have such pain tolerance.
Both Adi and I have been sleep deprived for many days last week. So, earlier this week, as his tiredness overtook him, we just found a quite corner in a busy building and he rested on my lap for half hour to catch a cat nap.
I didn’t move even a inch despite my leg going numb. If there was just a peep of sound anywhere close by, I swear, I would have silenced the source with the power of my mind to get him that much needed rest.
“To write something, you have to risk making a fool of yourself. – Anne Lisa Rice
And it’s not just writing. To create anything, means having to risk being rejected, admonished, criticized and yes, laughed at. And it doesn’t end at creating art, I think this risk happens when we live authentically. To do so is to allow yourself to be vulnerable.
I had one of those serendipitous moments today.
It didn’t come easy.
I struggled for many decades because I didn’t even know what were the right questions to ask.
It only came because, over the years, I had gotten better at seeding the right questions in my brain.
Over the last 3 decades…by reading about time management, by using every time management tool there is possible, by optimizing, by juggling, by prioritizing and by trying to run my life as a project…..I haven’t actually been doing what I thought I did – Managing time instead of letting time manage me.
Due to my eastern learning, fortunately, I also know that time itself is timeless.
With that context, here is the realization that dawned on me today.
Ready for it?
I actual haven’t been managing time or let time manage me.
I have been trying to OUTRUN time.
Did you hear that?
And yet, how foolish and futile?!
In the picture, I am trying to outrun time and make it to Mt. Whitney 14,505 feet peak by noon.
Yes, I braved changing mountain conditions with a couple of hailstorms and indeed bagged Mt. Whitney one beautiful day in Summer 2010, by noon time, as I had willed it.
Sometimes, I find a shaded spot under a tree.
I sit down for just a bit.
I let the sun peak at me through the leaves on the tree.
I let the cool breeze nourish my body and soul.
I remember the days of past when I played on a swing in Thatha’s field under a shaded tamarind tree. I remember and feel gratitude for that utterly carefree days of my youth.
I find peace.
I find strength.
Then, I get up and go about my usual madness.
Anyways, it was one of those rare Sunday evenings when I got to sit down quietly for a few minutes and enjoy a hot cup of chai.
Amen to finding peace.