Sanat: An incarnation of Lord Bramha
Sanat, Sanat !! I yelled , " how many times I have to call you… can't you hear?" He gave an indifferent look and said, " You called? I didn't noticed…. I mean really …". And then he smiled and that used to irritated me more.
Sanat is always in his own world. He was very creative at heart and always busy in his own thoughts. He rarely shared his feelings with anyone. He was of very silent nature . He was shy, introvert but had a magic in his hands. All his paintings were result of his excellent power of imagination. He has limited friends and best part in our relationship was that I was his best friend. I always used to tell him that he should mingle with people and make more friends but he was different yet unique. Exactly like Lord Brahma who is less popular compared to other two counterparts in Trimurtis, Sanat was less famous in our circle. But this never bothered him. He was happy and contented in his small and beautiful universe of paintings and creativity.
I share a special bonding with Sanat because he is the first male of my life who understood my highs and lows even before I noticed. He can make out my mood fluctuations by reading my face. I always felt that this rare quality belongs to women because my mother and my sister are very good in that. My mother and my sister can read minds and judge the hidden face of people. I would end up writing a novel if I had to describe the attributes of both of them. And I feel I know the person from whom Sanat has inherited this special ability. To sum up, I would always end up saying, "Sanat is just unique".
Sanat and I enjoy indulging in philosophical discussions. He sometimes supplements me by flow of thoughts and sometimes open a new window of looking at a same issue in different angle. Whenever we discuss about the type of lifestyle one choose, he says " Be simple like a child, and you will find that all your problems resolved.
Sanat was true and I realised that when I went to The Santa Kids, a famous preschool, to meet my old friend. I was waiting at the corridor when I saw few cute, lovely kids running here and there holding hands and with lots of innocence in their heart and mind.
I took out my diary and jot down few thoughts. The poem got published in 'Momspresso- The Daily Hunt' poem column.
"Why there is frown on faces"
Poem 4
Waiting at the corridor of nursery classes
With mind full of worries and tensions..
When a cute kid jumped to me
With few of his innocent questions....
Why there is frown on faces
When smiling is so easy...
Why everyone is so tired
When it's fun to be full-time busy....
Why you are running all alone
When we hold hands to every destination....
Why you meet human values in books only
While we practice daily love and affection...
Why to pose like someone else
When it's so simple to be just you...
Why you all can't trust your own words
Whereas we believe in fairy tales too....
Why to dream so big and high
When small wishes makes us merry...
Why you nurture hatred for so long
When our fight last for few seconds only...
While I was struggling with the answers
Walked away the kid, playing with his toy...
Will our hearts ever regain that happiness
With same freshness, innocence and joy....
"Kids are the real teachers of innocence because they have a clear heart like the whiteboard. They scribble lots of things on that board but they do it with a temporary marker pen which is rubbed out and rewritten.
But we use the permanent marker and keeps holding all the bitter feelings without even trying to erase the old and unwanted ones. And in this act of scribbling again and again on the board, we forget that it is our heart which is getting dirtier and dirtier.
Lets borrow that magical pen from our kids & try to practice 'forgive and forget'. We will then realise that our heart and mind becomes much cleaner place to dwell in. We cannot stop the ill feelings like hatred , jealousy, anger from entering our heart and mind but we can surely erase it and rewrite few words of love, care and happiness."
By Adishakti Iyer.