The year was 1290 . A crowd had gathered around a clearing, where broken down pillars marked the presence of an ancient temple, now long gone. A young boy, just 14 years old, leaned against one of those pillars, deep in thought. Then, he began speaking, and the crowd fell silent, listening to his every word. He spoke without any notes, translating the Bhagavat Gita, from Sanskrit, which only the pundits knew, to the language everyone in the village knew and spoke – a variety of Prakrit which developed into the Marathi language. Even as he spoke, one of the men in the audience realized how momentous this event was, and how important this composition would be. He began writing down the words the young boy spoke, and this composition was named by its author and composer, the Bhavartha Deepika – the enlightening meaning (of the Bhagavat Gita). Now, the ancient, holy text, was no longer restricted to the pundits, but accessible to all, understood easily by them, composed as it was, in their...
I sit by the shore, enjoying the solitude it offers me, only the mountains, the rocks and the water, for company....
Watching the waves, as they rush to the shore....
Building up momentum, as if they can't wait....
And then, frothing into nothingness, merging with the sand.
I watch the huge rocks, which stand tall....
As they have stood for aeons, braving the sun, the sand and the sea.
I watch the waves lash on the rocks......
Their spray wetting everything in sight....
It almost appears as if there is a game afoot....
A game that has been played for centuries....
A game that makes no sense to me, but if only those rocks and waves could speak, what stories they could tell us!
For now, I can do little but watch....
Feeling incredibly small and insignificant.....
Under the gaze of these pillars of nature, which stand strong but calm...
Even those which aren't as majestic, on a closer look...
Reveal shells and barnacles they have provided a home to...
Tiny creatures, delicate, fragile, find a haven within......
Remnants of algae, probably from the bottom of the sea, find their way here too....
Reminding us of another land, under the sea........
As the sun begins its downward journey, it seems to put it all in perspective - the sun, the sky, the mountains, the land, and of course, the sea....
What a beautiful sight it is! As I get up to go back in, and join the throng of people in the cafe, I wonder -
What it is that makes this scene so beautiful?
Is it the mountains, standing tall in the water, in spite of being lashed by the waves day in and day out?
Is it the water, the waves which now seem so calm, yet lashing the rocks over and over again, with no respite at all?
Is it this clash which lies at the core of this beautiful sight?
Is it, in fact, a clash?
Or is it, the perfect balance?
That exists in nature....
Which shows us...
That we can exist together, in perfect harmony, in perfect peace...
No matter how different we all are.
Amazing sight, amazing clicks and amazing description!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Varsha! good to see you here!
DeleteBeautiful images! I love this beach.
ReplyDeleteThanks Niranjan!
Deletenice..i have huge set of such beautiful pics I took during sunrise at Om beach..lemme try if a photoblog can be stitched together.. thanks :-)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful pictures particularly the close ups!
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