The Whirlpool; The Tree & The Roots !!!!

Life, of all the things is the strangest!!! When u want the world, it takes you to the road that leads to the acrimonious dead-end and when you desperately seek the end of all your thought-trails the road just keeps taking turns like a spiral across a mountain, scale of which has no end.

My life has been such a whirlpool in past few years. Whirlpool not because of any struggle I have been through but because like a whirlpool its center of leverage has been fixed while its surfacial edge roams freely, swallowing all the physical/metaphysical objects in the vicinity. This helps the whirl grow in size, may be also grow in prospects but then since its stuck to one particular spot on the ground due to affinity it shares, it can just not move. Lets speak of a tree else should the whirlpool be making your head whirl. Like all trees, if I may call myself that, I have lots of love and compassion for my root which is far off from the spread of my broad branches and it is such an integral part of my existence that it is an exercise difficult to contemplate. A tree, however hard it tries, cannot slash down its own roots. You may have heard of Trishanku, the mythological king who hung between heaven & earth because his credits were so. A similar situation it leads to wherein the tree just stands suspended in the amoebic universe. Strange, tough and difficult however it is to push the heart just too far and too hard only to see that some of the tendons are still stuck which with every inch of movement away are conserving the potential energy. Now the options are just two.

One, just give that one last thrust and suspend itself fully, completely forever. The risk is that the conserved energy will propel it to undestined landscapes and it may realize that this is not what its life was meant to be. The other option is to let loose, freely. Easy and straight an option but worth rendering every bit of thought on repercussions that may get accrued. Repercussions due to the pull with which you will collapse back to the roots. The collapse may result into collateral damage to the tree or it may just become one big mass and travel in some random direction, generally in the direction of the pull.

Having said all of the above my current state of mind is much relaxed as compared to what it was till sometime back. Not that there is something significant that has happened in my life or that now I feel like a newly liberated dove. May be that is because I am back to Mumbai, the place where I always felt as an inmate in a prison but still calm at heart. Try putting yourself into shoes of a tree (for whatever it means!!!) which after several years of dependence and coexistence sees that it has to move to a different root altogether, a new city infact. Situation leaves it flummoxed, caught-in-between. But then you cant blame the root also, can u??? Did you match its expectation of being its tree for all your life? I hereby don't intend to portray that I am dependent on a thing moreso a city. It is just that there are places where you feel positive about things, life. Mumbai has always been one such place for me. This is one thought I have reiterated at all instances wherein there were comparisons drawn between Delhi & Mumbai. And with conviction indeed. May be it was this conviction that always intrigued my new branches, so much that they always wanted to be here, despite of having never been here. New branches did I mention???

It is imperative to understand that any tree gets it nutrition from the firmly placed roots. With years, while I was away, I have added a couple of more branches, couple of more leaves and with my entire entourage this time around I have landed back to this city of maxim pain and maxim relief. That my love, empathy, nutrition comes from these new additions and the root is something that needs to be affirmed and delved deep. Sounds illogical??? That it is but then since when love was a logical bet. Was it???

With that, I would like to tell my root and my new branches that my existence is null without them and whichever way plausible, they got to keep giving nourishment to me. Some love-rich words, some warm hugs, lots of illogical questions and undeterring confidence. That’s all!!!

Hoping for the high fly!!!

Back to the roots!!! Back to the warmth!!!