Reading some candidly significant and stimulating quotes by Aristotle, Plato, Rumi, Karl Marx, Gandhi, etc. that set forth pillars in my life, I would often wonder, “Do these people hit a beach, a mountain or lake-side to accommodate and interpret things or they just do it ordinarily in their condo, or they are unfairly prescribed more life experiences??”.
The Disclaimer here is, I never aimed to become a pundit. It was my mere fascination to come across these inciting epigrams and almost consistently feel, they are too rich for my blood. Seems like Philosophers have this concealed supernatural power of saying stories in a highly mystic way. That brings me back to my power, “Complicate things even when they are simple”. [Side context: It was always easier for me to complicate even the easiest problems in mathematics and now I know Why!]. Reflecting on one of those days when my power was in full-throttle mode along with the vision of a beach at forefront, I scowled at the waves like my breathe could be shifted by it.
Nearly a year ago and being a good swimmer, swimming not just for survival, but for gloating, at a good stretch with all the fancy techniques and strokes. I was standing in the middle of an ocean frisking like my usual risk taking self, when one of the waves hit me hard, hard enough to disarray my toes dug deep into the soft sand and instantaneously there was no ground any longer and then no discrete self- all relishing in vain. Playful at one moment and suffocating at the next.
Surviving that, I have always been skeptical about my “over the board” fun at the ocean. Standing at the edge of those waves, I would run in and out depending on my forecast of the reach of wave to my feet, calf or knee and almost invariably I would guess it wrong. Like my logic and estimation have left to collect seashells. That day I couldn’t estimate the waves properly even when they were easily perceptible. This realization and the enlightenment was more powerful then my potential to complicate things. I stopped estimating futuristic life experiences.
“Some waves just look like they will hit hard and drown us, but till the time they touch us, they have dwindled, some don’t even poke even when they look big and enormous and that look of destruction threatening our intelligence, some we are exceptionally thrilled to play with whilst they hardly last more than a second. No matter what, one is followed by the next one instantly without interference and they always settle back. Some might even drown you unexpectedly but if you were that clever to understand that beforehand, you would be the new almighty. That’s how life experiences are, isn’t it? Some encounters are overestimated, some are underestimated, followed instantly by another-if you wish to get involved but they always settle back along with the silver lining of wisdom.
I believe in the presence of god through sun and waves, don’t know where and how the source is originating, just know I can feel it on my skin. While I put my feet into the ocean, I feel I am closer to the maker. Sharukh khan in “Dear Zindagi” taught us a game to run towards the ocean and play kabaddi, I love that game and have one of my own now, estimate the depth and the force with which a wave will hit me. Even though I have courageously accepted my miserable failure.
Have fun the next time you hit the beach.