Tuesday, 6 May 2014

Relationships

Relationships are best parts of my life. I grow through relationships. what ever sort of relations they might be. they are nourshing and complementary to life.  Through my relationships I peep inside the world of others and experience their uniqueness. When I talk to others  there is a new way of thinking coming into my life otherwise my thinking would be monadic and hence for me varity and creativity come from relationships. Parents, friends, colleagues, relations show us varied ways of leading life and accepting and welcoming those changes would certain times be painful but they bring clarity from different perspectives to my thoughts. I would say that one could go to any extent to relate. The meaning of a true human being's life comes only when he relates. For me the relation may not be only with human beings. Relating is connecting the more I relate the more I conect with the wibe of the other. It is an ever continuing process of fidelity and sharing. One starts relating (living) with whatever come to him/her in life. It is not a stagnent process but it is a flow of life that one experiences as one lives. Living could be synonymous to relating for me. you may not agree with me but if I am living now I would say I am relating now cause when I live I cant but relate. I know the one who learns to relate with self first and then with other is human.
Openness is a paramount ingredient of any relation to start continueing. Openness for the self and the other in all his or her dealings with me. Acceptance is the key for the flow to flow without flaw. Man learns to relate and in this everflowing process of many life of relating with acceptance and openness man sees the ultimate.

Life of a Genuine Man

I saw him when I was 20 as he was celebrating mass sitting on a wheel chair. I met him when I was 24 in person. Fr Jacob is a Catholic Priest belonging to the Salesian Province of Hyderabad. Hailing from a vintage parish in Kerala he was a youngster who loved to enjoy life with his friends, wear baggy and bellbottom pants, go for films and like every other youngster wanted Imageto chase his dreams in life. Joined seminary (a place of formation for Catholic Priest hood) as a good seminarian he spent his 12 years of life in forming himself to be adept at human relations, self search, Meditation, learning Philosophy and theology. All this he did to serve the divine and the human.
Fr Jacob never realized that God had a different plan for his life. Yes definitely he is goanna be a priest but a priest of Silent Proclamation of the word of God. That's why he is a subtle but profound inspiration to me. Oh! I am sorry, let me come to Father's life. Unfortunately, Father Jacob had met with an accident. Apparently a lorry hit him as he was passing the road. From then on Fr Jacob was on bed or on wheel chair. He is paralyzed from waist below. A life of a young man who dreamt of becoming a hero of his own dreams as a PRIEST watered down with one knock. It's been 18 years now that he is on the wheel chair deploying his priestly duties. In spite of all the difficulties, discouragements, humiliations all these years Fr Jacob has remained a man of HOLY JOY and SERINITY which no one who is earning 1 lakh a month can get.  He is silent, regular for his prayers, meals and he spends time chatting with youngsters like me. Telling us silently how to relish life as it comes in our way in its own varied forms. He did not teach me any big dogma or about his past achievements but he spent his time with me. He connected me in silence and I could see that thing called "holiness" in him.      

Where Am I Coming From; What Am I Doing and Where I Am Going

Where am I coming From; what am I doing and where I am going, are the words I over heard when somebody was sharing with one of my friends. When I heard these words abruptly fear gripped me. They made me stand there in isolation reminding me of my journey; a journey of purpose rather a journey of earning a livelihood. At this moment I felt that all that I am doing now is trash.