POSTCARD#291: New Delhi: We find ourselves in short-term lodgings just six weeks before it’s time to leave the country – all things are transitory and, uncertainty is the only certainty. Return to cheap rental days, and goods and chattels taken up the steep staircase, key in lock, open door, enter… so here we are. Belongings brought in, boxes and cases placed on the floor, on chairs, on any place handy, where there’s room – anarchy of packaging disassembled becomes an orderly system… catastrophe in reverse, clatter, bash, crash. Hoover, sweep, dust, clean; everything in the quiet interior held by these walls, ceilings, floors, for decades, re-energized. Sponges and cloths in water, squeezed out, wiping surfaces of furniture there to serve, in furnished accommodation; old paint painted over with new colour. Shadows of past lives seen for a moment then gone.
Like playing a video backwards, we end up at the beginning of our six weeks here; kitchen suddenly populated with cups and plates, forks and knives and spoons and things. Switch the kettle on. Empty spaces in closets, doors wide open, clothing leaps up from suitcase, as flat-pack garments shaken out, become animated beings, hang themselves on hangers. Drawers slide open, folded things inside, and slide closed. Everything seemingly peopled, inhabited, tenanted, yet there is no presence.
A cup of tea or coffee, sit or stand and look around, or feel how the room feels; déjà vu of familiar objects in unfamiliar surroundings. Shoes lying in the hallway by the door as if the owner has suddenly flown away, like the absence of the clown in a room full of laughter; missing from reality, or not back yet – or “coming soon”, and returns somewhere in another life becoming this, or being that, like an actor becomes the part he plays so well, there is no player.
What remains to be considered, completed, prepared, and made ready in this tiny slice of time? The process is just a process – things are done but there is no do-er. One event is naturally linked to the one it’s most likely to link with, and that linked to the next and on it goes, round and round as in the Buddhist Chakra wheel turning. Wheels within wheels turning, turning, and we don’t see it unless it’s interrupted, held, examined as subject/object; this is that and that is this: an effect following a cause which in turn causes the effect to become a cause affecting the next event (Spooky Action At A Distance). All of the above, altered, shaped to fit and assimilated into the whole… the forever turning.
Somebody in the TV room is fiddling with the remote. A news program broadcast in a language I don’t understand. Another channel, different language, same news. So many languages in India, all giving me the same news but each is a different version of it. Recognition when we reach the English News – newsreader skilled in face acting; flickers of faces within faces, shifting around features to create emphasis, to insist, to infer, to imply, to suggest, to offer a whole portrait of compelling meanings I may believe to be true, or not.
Even the sense of ‘I am’ is composed of the pure light and the sense of being.
The ‘I’ is there even without the ‘am’.
So is the pure light there whether you say ‘I’ or not.
[Nisargadatta Maharaj, I Am That]
Once again, despite your statement to the contrary, I find the way you express the inexpressible so much more effective than my textbook-style expositions. Emotions and moods and details are all inextricable aspects of Reality and you have such a natural way of making us feel all of it. A beautiful post, as always!
Grateful for your observations, the direction does seem to be more and more towards the subjective these days. Minimalism as far as it’ll go, right down to the bare bones of the structure. Earlier versions of this post gradually undermined and collapsed as a result. A form of reverse editing rebuilt parts and this is how it is now. Having a strong sequence of words, borrowed from your text, helped me to have it brought into a completed stage. Thanks for this support.
Thank you for sharing the ins and outs of your life, T. I always find your words interesting and identify with them so much, even as they describe a very different place than where we live. The dramas are much the same. Hugs, Sunny 🌞
Thanks Sunny, it pleases me to hear that these words fit into your context even though it’s a very different place. Good to know also there’s a familiarity with all the ups and downs, satisfying somehow and it helps me to see there’s an end to it coming soon.
Beautiful words…beautiful images…beautiful mind…
Thank you Ellen, for the word ‘beauty’. I’m reaching into the darkness of not knowing what I’ll find most of the time, and having to present it in an acceptable form with ‘sound’ and ‘colour’:
Pretty funky musical ad, Thanks, ellen
It is! Surprising beginning…