Sunday, May 30, 2010

An enclosure but not protective !!

I’m not sure if there is any need of a cocoon for anyone other than a Bombyx mori ~ to grow and evolve but then Bombyx mori is a beauty in itself, something unique…and it gives us something whose sole elegance can’t be surpassed by anyone, however majestic the wearer maybe !!

But what about the wishful want of a cocoon during harsh weathers & unfriendly settings ~ a cocoon so beautiful as a silkworm’s !!

Well, the story of a silkworm is a sadness in itself…it spins around itself all these beautiful threads ….a brilliant colored shelter, to survive,grow and evolve …and then when time comes for it to unfurl itself of the envelope and unfold the graceful creature it has evolved into…we pluck them off those white mulberry leaves and ere the proteolytic enzymes are secreted and the moth escapes the cocoon, we boil them …to get unspoiled long delicate fibres, which will later be made into something as refined and elegant as silk….for all those who can afford !!

I read somewhere - Man always kill the things he loves…Man always kill for the things he loves ~ like the silk cocoon…I love silk, don’t get me wrong..but when I think of what goes on behind ....Why to kill something so beautiful, to get something so elegant ? All those silk are tainted with the blood,the burns,the screams and the anguishes of all those scalded silkworms !!

Why not go for alternatives like Ahimsa silk/wild silk & artificial silk ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Regrets & dreads !!

Something my better-half told me made me think ~ about the mysteries of this world…When a chubby nestling listens to all those stories the grandma-bird tells her, does it wonder like we did as kids ? When granny recollects her memories of flying around, alighting in the boughs of the woodland, of all those tall trees and all those benighted mornings bcoz of all those trees, of amassing food not as time-consuming as today,of all those romantic springtime evenings spent with grandpa in the efflorescence !!

The nestling looks around,half-timid, half-confused…the world outside her nest seemed so bountiful to her, so inviting, so abundantly lush…but now she knows what it used to be like, what she couldn’t get to see ~ When it’ll be her time to tell stories, how will the world outside the nest look like …or an even more scarier thought- Will there be any nest at all ? Grandma said monsters called “ men “ are bringing down all the forests to make places for themselves or building “ highways “ through them…Very soon,they won’t know how to go to the other side or migrate, without getting lost, due to all these

" fragmentations "!!

The untold tales !!

I’m thinking of those cave paintings~ the ones I came across on our trip to Bhimbetka when I was fourteen as well as the ones I’ve seen in books ~ Like a child drawing in the dirt with a stick, was it yet another leisurely amusement or an expression of the state of one’s mind, of fears, of dreams, of hopes and expectations, of love and life …..Or was it a mode of telling a story, almost like writing a daily journal…whenever something significant happened,whenever there was something they wanted to tell everyone aloud….they painted..which is one of the most beautiful way to articulate the musings of one’s mind ~ Specially because thousands of years later, we see them although we still don’t know what they wanted to tell and why they chose this mode- there is something so clandestine about all this and in what physical and mental state they were in, when they painted !!

And all these paintings, that too with pigments that were part of the earth itself-mineral oxides,leaves,flowers,barks and so on ~ Living in harmony with the mother earth, on which they were so very dependent in their day to day lives…..This rare art form- is it an Arcanum and almost lost …..or do artists know them ?

For all those seeking out the enigmatic world , for those first explorers and discoverers who came across these bewitching caves paintings, they must have felt like finding the Shangri-La !!