The other day I attended a lecture session - 'rediscovering the self' and the question that bothered me the most was- 'self' .Do I know who this 'self' really is. I have multiple identities and my 'self' is lost for ever. Tired after the day's work I slumped 
down on my couch wanting to rediscover myself-my eyes fell on Paulo Coelho's 'Brida' ... I wanted to lose myself in the world of books.
down on my couch wanting to rediscover myself-my eyes fell on Paulo Coelho's 'Brida' ... I wanted to lose myself in the world of books.
''I want to learn about magic, '' said the girl...'' so that I can find answers to some of the questions I have regarding life, ...''.
Life, Coelho says is a journey and on her journey Brida meets a wise man who teaches her how to dance to the hidden music of the world.Brida's eternal search is for her soulmate, her search for love never ceases.
What is this strange feeling called 'love'? Who was my 'wise man'? Who taught me what the true meaning of love?
My little wise man is my little baby boy- Aurodeep. He taught me that love is unconditional and life is a beautiful journey that has no destination for it is love that keeps it going. He is my little bundle of joy.
He has taught me that self in isolation has little meaning or can bring little happiness. The 'Self' does not get lost in our day to day life- you can rediscover it if you can make your surroundings a perpetual source of joy. Finding happiness in everything we do adds meaning to life.
There are times when I simply sit back and watch my baby... there is so much I learn from him that even books fail to teach... deriving happiness from the simplest of things, his love for his grandparents...his wisdom. I remember the other day when he scolded me for having been angry with Granma... '' Mammam so what if she wants to sit all by herself, you must understand that Thammi ( granny)is growing old...you must understand.'' That's my wise man of 7.
A few months back his grandparents left for Kolkata. My wise man was in tears... '' my family is like a delicious chocolate cake and now two pieces have gone away...''
This little bundle of joy has taught me the values of family life... the lessons of coexistence. I have begun to see life though his eyes and I have learnt that in making little sacrifices we don't lose our 'self''... after all love is giving or sharing the most precious thing that one has.
My wise man , my magician is always by my side... I don't have to set out on a journey. When I am happy and see his smiling face my happiness knows no bound... when in sadness I hold him close to my heart ... his touch itself is magic.
