On bended knee is no way to be free
Lifting up an empty cup, I ask silently
That all my destinations will accept the one that’s me
So I can breathe
Circles they grow and they swallow people whole
Half their lives they say goodnight to wives they’ll never know
Got a mind full of questions and a teacher in my soul
And so it goes
Don’t come closer or I’ll have to go
Owning me like gravity are places that pull
If ever there was someone to keep me at home
It would be you
Everyone I come across in cages they bought
They think of me and my wandering but I’m never what they thought
Got my indignation but I’m pure in all my thoughts
Wind in my hair I feel part of everywhere
Underneath my being is a road that disappeared
Late at night I hear the trees they’re singing with the dead
Leave it to me as I find a way to be
Consider me a satellite forever orbiting
I know all the rules but the rules did not know me
~ Wilderness of Solitude ~
Its 6 o’clock in the evening of Sunday, 15th of May of 2011, and my mind is already wandering beyond time and across spaces. I feel “I need serenity, in a place where I can hide…”; I need to get the f*** out of here. So in less than an hour I decide to go to Somnath, where I own a small home, in order to finish up some work and to have some change. I took the 8:30 night bus that dropped me at Somnath at 5:30 in the next morning in a comparatively calmer, cooler and more humid atmosphere than back at home.
Here I am, on a desolation row…
Finishing up a part of my work, the next day I went out wandering around the village and the temple area. The stronghold of the temple and the trust would put even some of the richest and most secured venues at shame. Money matters.
Somnath, I believe, is not a place just for Preachers… it also welcomes Philosophers, Politicians, Profiteers, Punks and Pricks. Somehow, I too feel welcome! Indeed, religion is the most influential institution for its power and control; never mind the obscuration of the hidden agendas. While these kinds of trusts generally make in millions, one can easily spot the neglect that the village of Somnath has received from the so called growth of the region. Religion is a big business, indeed.
We hear stories of the religious tourism yielding commercial benefits to the localities.
Now, does this really help local businesses? May be it does, by putting the people out of the business. Take a look at the streets of the village to know how much benefit the localities have actually received from their beloved god or religion or the government.
There used to be a nice sea-shore, often considered violent and fatal, right next to temple. The plans of the government, as shown in the pictures below, are to stretch the land artificially by some landfills and create a safe harbor between the two extensions, where people can enjoy the ocean waves.
Well, play around until the nature takes its turn, and when we pay the toll.
Next day, in order to finish my initial work for some plans that I have, I roamed around the internal streets, carrying with me my lost faith humanity and its “still alive” naivety…
gathering some fresh and organic mangoes for friends and family…
.. and I discovered something really beautiful. 🙂
Life is precious. Love knows no boundaries.
Unfortunately, the fate of this planet lies on the actions of the most irresponsible and selfish species one can ever encounter.
Now that I’m back at home, the deafening screams of wilderness of my solitude ended with an utter sense of beautiful reality, less humanity.
Here are some more pictures of the wilderness I enjoyed, while escaping the solitude wrapped around by this naive society.
Society… crazy indeed. 🙂
“The freedom and simple beauty is too good to pass up…”
“Facing the blind death stone alone, with nothing to help but your own hands and your own head…”
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods;
There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar;
I love not man the less, but Nature more…
– Lord Byron
Well, anyways, I’ve found a reason for me to change who I used to be… 🙂
Ronak R. / RokZRooM
Living Though Music, ‘Cause Life’s Worth It.
Quotes: From Into the Wild, some music I enjoyed listening during this trip and life’s learnings..
Apart from my keen enthusiasm for Astronomy, Physics & Music; I spent most of my childhood reading one of my all time favorite magazines – Safari and being astonished by the true stories it unveiled. The specialty of the magazine was its stunning representation of the fact, simple and captivating. But, truth isn’t always good.
The war stories of India with various neighbor-nations was one of its unique and best-selling concept. I’ve read most of them. But, the enjoyment of victorious battles or the sadness of defeats that came along often led to a retrospect. And, I realized that most of the wars that we engaged in ( – especially those involving India and Pakistan), were never really meant to start. Of course, the pressure and suppressed rage could never hold the fire forever. But, the roots of these all lied long long long back.. in the history of these nations.
I wouldn’t like to repeat the facts that can once again lead to the same arguments, but just highlight a simple dream that I visualized while learning these historical facts.
Can the errors be undone? How would the present have been if there wasn’t any partition? May be after some more struggle and somewhat more sustained period of pain, could we have not build one of the strongest & richest nation for us all? Where did we go wrong? What decision did we fail to execute? Why do we still have to suffer? Can not we reunite?
Here’s a small dedication, along with this belief, to all the countrymen of both nations. My attempt to recreate Pakistan’s beautiful national anthem.
Feel my dream.
With Love, from India. :’-)
* This theme was recreated by me as a part of the project Rebrand Pakistan, conceptualized & initiated by Amir Anzur.
~ Ronak R. / RokZRooM