Defining Being

As you may know me.... I try to pen my feelings, with more honesty than with language and grammar. While reading the posts below you may experience what compelled me to write these.
While I was thinking of giving a name to my Blog; this came to me; "Nuances of Being"
Being "Me" is the best that I am at and hope that will show in the posts below

And Thanks for reading

~Nikhil




Saturday, May 12, 2018

The Epic and the Palm Squirrel

If you have read Ramayana you will know the story I am talking about, but if you have not then also I think my little story below should be whole in itself. Hope I am able to convey what I want to with this story.


The mood was upbeat, the army was chanting the name of their leader while laying the stones to make the bridge. The architect (and master builder) twins were busy ensuring that everything goes as per their well laid plan. Everything must be done right, no mistake is acceptable, after all marching a whole army across the sea is no small feat and so the bridge they were building to do the same should not be a small act as well. And while all the soldiers and the builders and the workers are putting all their might, there comes a tiny squirrel. (If you have seen an Indian palm squirrels, you will know compared to its American cousin, it is a tiny creature.)


The squirrel is seen taking a dip in the water, rolling in sand at the beach and then going on the bridge to shake the sand and water off its body and then repeat it again and again. The squirrel is brought to Lord Ram and when asked about its seemingly irrational act, the squirrel says, I know you are building a bridge across the sea to take an army to Lanka, the gold studded capital of Ravan, the Demon King. I am too small to fight in a battle or to carry the big boulders to make the bridge so I am doing my part by taking some water and sand on the bridge and filling the gaps between the stones. Also, the sand will help smoothen the walk and lesson blisters on the feet of the soldiers. I know you are going to fight the evil and I am doing my small part in that war. After all everyone should know what side they are on,  when it is a war between the good and the evil. Lord Ram was emotionally moved hearing this and he affectionately rubbed his hand on the squirrels back to give blessings and convey his gratitude. It is said that his fingers removed some sand from the furry back of the squirrel and left finger marks. The belief is that the 3 stripes on the back of the Indian squirrel are a mark of Lord Rama’s blessings and hence carried proudly by all the decedents of that small palm squirrel who was not afraid to do its part in the fight between good and evil.

In my opinion this story is a must tell to all kids, all students, all professionals etc. I am not saying it out of any religious affiliation. As a matter of fact, I have followed 2 religions from my birth very regularly (and simultaneously). One being my Mom’s and other being my Dad’s birth religions. And also, having read stories from multiple religions and belief systems in the world, I am convinced that at the core all of them are same.

This story should be told because of many factors. The biggest of all that is that in a story about an epic war between good and evil, a story about the God and the Demon, a story with thousands of warriors, sophisticated weapons, chariots, impossible expectations, devas (Gods, Demi-Gods) Asuras (Demons), still a tiny palm squirrel gets a serious mention. Because the squirrel knew to play its part without being asked to do so. It chooses a task that is appropriate for its size, structure and skills and does it dedicatedly, again without being asked or told to do so.  There is no reward promised none expected, the squirrel’s actions are bound by its self-decided duty. The squirrel was humble, brave and honest when captured and brought in front of Lord Ram. It did not get scared or ask for reward, just declares its intent to play its part and reasoning about the importance of the same, almost declaring the necessity for it to continue.  

There is intent, there is intention, there is honestly, there is thought, there is dedication, there is self-realization, 100% accountability, 0% dependency on anyone else, there is commitment and determination and lot more in that tiny squirrel’s big gesture. Every child can learn a lot from the squirrel. And every one in professional settings can learn as well, irrespective of the job, industry or levels. If you look at the list above, you may see a few of those items in your appraisal forms.


Epilogue: The bridge across sea was finally built. The army finally crossed to Lanka and after many days of fierce war causing many casualties on both sides, Ravan was defeated and killed. The good triumphed over the evil. The squirrel’s efforts paid off.

Monday, May 7, 2018

बसते हुए घर

The poem below is an observation, a caution and an advise. Posting this especially for the friends who became parents recently. So good luck for an awesome journey called parenthood. And to everyone else, hope this strike the strings in heart...

बसते हुए घर

भागते कदमों के नीचे 
चरमराती सीढ़ियां,
चीख़ते, रोते  कभी झगड़ते, चिल्लाते 
मानते, हँसते कभी बेबात खिलखिलाते 
लगता  कोई कोहराम का मंज़र है 
पर यह बच्चों से आबाद बसते हुए घर हैं


बेकार के झगड़े, बिन बात की बहस 
खनकती हंसी जैसे चिरैया की चहक 
टूटते दांत तो  फूटते घुटने कहीं 
छोटी बाहों, बड़े दिलों की जफ़्फ़िया गुनगुनी 
आँख की नमी  तो बस रेहमत का शुक्र  है 
क्यों कि यह बच्चों से आबाद बसते हुए घर हैं  



पता भी ना चलेगा कब  यह नेमतें 
ख़ुद मुख्तार हो जाएँगी 
इनकी शरारते, पुख्ता उम्र में खो जाएँगी 
इस कोहराम, इस जफ्फी को याद रखना 
जफ्फी के सेक की याद में ठंडक का असर है 
जो यह बच्चों से आबाद बसते हुए घर हैं   





कोहराम - Chaos
मंज़र  -  View, Scene
नेमत  - Gift, Blessing
ख़ुद मुख़्तार - Self dependent
पुख्ता उम्र - Mature