He is known by many names. Krishna, Shyam, Madhav, Kaliyamardan, Radheraman, Govind, Gopal, Keshav.....each more beautiful than the other.
Avtar of lord Vishnu, his image is beautiful. Graced with a Peacock feather in his crown and the sweet Murali on his lips. His colour is unique. Shyam varna (Blue). He is the king of kings, Guru of all the guru's. Born to Devaki and Vasudev, raised by Yashodha and Nand. His words are Bhagvad Gita. Love takes on a new meaning with Radha, the Gopika's and Meera bai as his devotees. He is divinity personified in human form.
Krishna is an experience. Not of the body, but of the soul or Atma. As we switch on a light bulb, the darkness stays for some time. Then gradually the light spreads, engulfing everything around it. It illuminates all substance. Things take on a new meaning in this light. Clear and sharp, well defined. Such is Krishna consciousness. It overtakes all our senses. This sweet light spreads inside our being. Oneness with the lord.
Moments of solitude. Enveloped in silence. There is some sound in the distance. Traffic. Street lights are just turning on. Sun has almost set on the Hong Kong Harbour. Disappearing behind the hills.
It is the most beautiful time of the day for me. Mesmerising. Day transitions into night. Creates magic every where. Colours change. Blue, then Golden and Crimson. Everything visible merges into darkness. One beautiful day has passed us. With its gift of life. Not to come back again. Rare moments which I want to cherish. Capture them in my memory. To replay in future.
Recently I visited a history museum. After a long-long time in fact. May be after a decade, at least not since I left college.
There were such beautiful artifacts on display. Old Pottery, Bronze, Gold and Silverware. Each piece looked so unique and beautiful. The designs looked timeless. Though the pottery had lost its glaze with time and the Gold and Silver were no longer glittering. Yet each of the piece was so beautiful.
It made me think.....as usual :)
Gone are the days of customized, personalized products!!!
Today everything is mass made. In good old days each pair of shoe was unique because it was hand made to order. No two pair of shoes would be the same. Clothes were tailored to individual liking and design. Today we pick up most of our clothes from the super markets and stores. House hold items were specially made and so was jewelery; so unique. Everthing was unique. One of its kind.
Today that unique edge is gone. Everything that you buy has many- many duplicates the market. Even when one pays a huge sum of money for a very niche branded product or personal item, rest assured there are thousands of fake look alike of the same item sold all over the world.
Nothing is unique and one of its kind!!!!
And this was my realization.
The old, broken, weathered piece of Pottery I saw in the museum was unique because it was one of its kind. The beautiful Bronze, Silver and Copper ware in the museum was unique because there were no two...three....or tens and thousands of the same mass produced.
Yes, these days nothing really feels beautiful or touches our heart because it has no uniqueness left. Everything is mass produced.
Beauty is about something that is uncommon.....unique.....We have lost beauty in mass production.
