Sunday, July 3, 2016

THE PRAYER IN THE RAINS








Pic.: Madhusudan D. Jeurkar
This morning, as our Tai Chi session was in progress, it was pouring heavily.  “We have good rains this time,” I said to Kannan, “God has been kind.”

After many Sundays, I found Kannan back in form, today. “Gerry, there is a powerful Sanskrit shloka  – a prayer – which is recited at the end of most of the Hindu ceremonies... 

I was curious…  Kannan recited:
“Kale varshatu parjanya,
Prithivi sasya shalini
Deshoyam kshobha rahitaha
Sajjana santu nirbhayaha”
Let the monsoon be timely and plentiful,
Let earth be covered with vegetation,
Let the country live without (conflicts) problems,
And let good people never have fear.”

It struck me like a pleasant lightening… “Wow!” I said, “Kannan sir, let me hear that prayer again.”

“Kale varshatu parjanya,”
Let the monsoon be timely and plentiful,

“Prithivi sasya shalini”
“Let earth be covered with vegetation,”

“Deshoyam kshobha rahitaha”
Let the country live without (conflicts) problems,”

“Sajjana santu nirbhayaha”
“And let good people never have fear.”


A beautiful prayer that is!

A good monsoon is not in man’s hand… and, if monsoon is not good, there won’t be enough food to eat… Therefore, God have mercy… Please give us good rains… May crops grow… May we not starve.

But, then, even though the rains are good and food is plenty, how can there be happiness and peace if we do not know how to live on this planet with love and harmony? And, yes, that last line: “Let good people never have fear”!

I remembered Tagore’s famous poem:

“Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high 

Where knowledge is free 

Where the world has not been broken up into fragments 

By narrow domestic walls 

Where words come out from the depth of truth 

Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection 

Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way 

Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit 

Where the mind is led forward by thee 

Into ever-widening thought and action 

Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake


It is close to 3 in the noon now… and it is still pouring heavily outside. It is my mom’s 81st birthday. An hour ago, I called to wish her… and, she said the same thing to me, from the other end, in Mangalore…

“Son, we have good rains this time… It has been pouring heavily, here, right since midnight… God has been kind.”

At 81, my mom has not been down with diabetes or blood-pressure… Except for some knee-pain she often talks about, she has no complaints to make… about her health or life. Really, God has been kind to her… and to her children as well.

What Kannan said – the prayer in the rains – made lots of sense to me... Today!

Happy b’day mom… The ROCK!


GERALD D’CUNHA

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