Fish Pond
I joined as lecturer in NIT Calicut yesterday. Inside the administrative block , on the ground floor, there are two small fish ponds. Some big gold fish were swimming in one of them in company of an angel and a turtle. I was waiting there for some reason and my mindless eyes were on those gold fish for a long time. When my mind joined the eyes, it started a conversation with them.
Fish (to me): Which direction should we be swimming?
My mind (to me): Ahh, It's that same old Alice in Wonderland question
'Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?'My mind (to me): Ohh, let me not be so philosophical. Let me try, if I can help those fishes. Think. Think.
'That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,'
'I don't know where. . .'
'Then it doesn't matter which way you go,'
think ...
think ...
My mind (to the fish): It doesn't matter which way you swim. What matters is that you have to swim.
[Post Script]
We are just two lost souls, swimming in a fish bowl, year after year.
Running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.~ Roger Waters, David Gilmore, "Wish You Were Here" c. 1975 Pink Floyd Music Publishers Ltd.
6 comments:
U LEFT GEC!!!!
i first read this in anoops status msg in g talk.. now i know where he got that from...
It doesn't matter which way you swim. What matters is that you have to swim.:)
Yes nasia. Now in calicut.
Gold-fish life is short. They get kept as pets, and eventually get flushed down the drain. :)
I wish I too could swim, no matter which way. And keep ‘swimming’, till I swim. But, how I swim within and with me is with me. What you say?
@bharat : amen.
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