In Limbo 2

A strange mélange of melancholy and inexplicable joy of being part of some majestic grandeur washes over me. In gratitude, a smile emerges and makes its way through the thin veil of tears: crystalline rainbows jingle and clinker.  "If you love me, you would just drift into my view", I say to myself and to the invisible Spirit while hanging the laundry on the clothesline. And lo, as soon as I had hung the last article, it came, a Brahminy kite. Cruising in from the northeast, it pulled a few tight circles almost above my head, leaped vertically in an upward thrust and rose and rose, straight as an arrow and then took a shallow dive towards the earth, only to conquer much greater heights, propelling me  to grow my own wings and take that ultimate leap into the luminous domains: Lo, a raptor cruising  the hallowed heights:  circling, aligning zigzagging, dropping to rise again...dancing to the scintillating drops of light over the rain- -drenched leaves. for whom does it twirl a

  Live simply so others may simply live". Do you know how many droplets are there in a cumulus cloud? 10 billion per cubic meter! This mind-boggling information is emitted to the neurons by a book called 'The Cloudspotter's Guide'. It hits me like a thunderbolt. I wish Anna Sébastien the 26-year-old Chartered Accountant who committed suicide last month because of work-related stress had known this trivia. May be it would have made her feel less alone in terms of 'feeling the pressure'. Yet, if it were up to the so-called 'visionaries' like  Narayan Murthy, CEO of Infosys, our youth would be reeling under a 70-hour work week and dropping like flies...the way 30-year-old Rajesh Shinde did at his work desk.  'Stress,' the medical reports claimed. All in the name of enhancing productivity, GDP, and in the process all manner of pollutants. How dare we consider ourselves the absolute masterpiece of Creation, the pinnacle of evolution?  We, who have de