SOULTales - Character Strengths, Stories & Vocabulary

Thursday, June 20, 2013

My Mountain Song - Hope to appease its fury...














It is almost surreal to think that we were there just last week (June 11th to 16th). My much awaited vacation, a proper one, with rooms booked, flights booked, not an ad-hoc drive down-and take-the-first-motel-that-we-can-find.
The Himalayas, seductive beauty that she is, beckoned us and we gladly surrendered to her enchantment. We had  a dream stay at Manali Sterling Resorts called White Mist. Picture perfect, and at that time I thought, in perfect weather. The locals were complaining of the heat and on the day we landed it started drizzling, "perfect weather too" I exclaimed. Sweaters out, umbrellas out, what a quintessential Hill station! "I just died in its arms!!"  
  
We did not realise the fury that was to be unleashed in the wake of our return. We escaped at every step, just managing to leave Kullu from Buntar airport on the only flight that flew that week and then again from Delhi, before the floods marooned the safe haven airport.     

These photos speak a different story, the calm before the storm if you want to call it. The only sign of unrest, in my eyes was the Parvati river at Manikaran, about 85kms from Manali, that was looking unprecedentedly choppy and agitated. In fact my partner who had visited this temple in 1991, was surprised to see the river so prodigiously swollen, and mentioned that back then they could walk upto the large stone cropping towards the middle of the river bed (second last photo)! The driver was quite sure it was due to glaciers melting, as it is summer now. Alas, it was far more than that...

Serene and soft 
I could watch you all day,
Unsurpassed and unmatched 
your beauty haunts me today.

My dear mountains
I never thought you would enchant me,
become dearer to me
As much as the unfathomable sea.

As you tell your stories
I hear them through the wind,
A whispering ditty at times
Lo! a wailing lament many times.

You are a loving embrace
And a sweet kiss on my face,
You are dignity
And all the true thoughts in my mind.

With you I need only to feel 
For thoughts carry us nowhere,
While what I feel 
Carries me to you. 


Wednesday, June 19, 2013

A Prayer

Forgive me that I dont appreciate you enough
Forgive me that I dont love you enough
Forgive me that I hold on to thoughts that don't matter
Forgive me for I cannot help myself
Forgive me for what I do that may not make sense
Forgive me

I am sorry if I hurt you too much
I am sorry I cannot be there for you
I am sorry I pulled you into this
I am sorry if this makes no sense
I am sorry if I caused any pain
I am sorry

Thank you for all the abundance and excellence in my life
Thank you for all that I learn
Thank you for every wish and desire of mine is fulfilled
Thank you for all the wonder and happiness that flows into my life
Thank you for this beautiful world of family and friends
Thank you

Do you have any prayer of your own?
This is mine that I tell and chant to myself every day...

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Santhosham Ponguthe: Happiness Abounds

My friend and co-host at most storytelling sessions is a little puppet who I named; Sukhi.
To me he brings happiness,and that I believe he likes to spread to all ....through him with giggles and pats, he touches a face, a hand or a shoulder or sometimes even goes as far as to kiss a cute little cheek in the crowd.

But something happened when I brought him out this time, I wanted to know whether the children of the village where I was doing a summer storytelling camp (at Kodanganallur) identified with this name or they wanted to take ownership and name him otherwise. 

Oh Yes! they did!
Voices yelled out, we want to change, we want to change...

Lets call him Santosh,they said; short for "santhosham", the near translation of Sukhi the Happy.

OoooLala...

Santhosham Ponguthe ( happiness erupts...literally, but we can also say that means Happiness Abounds!)
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I leave you here with a picture of me and Sukhi...now named Santhosh as I tell stories in another village near Chennai, organised by the Rotary Club of Madras South





I told them an Elephant story and the story of Ganesha and Kubera
Loads of Fun!!