Potter:
The touch of my palm and the speed of my wheel,
Brings forth to reality my imagination’s zeal.
Burnt by the furnace and abandoned by Time,
Tested by my rod and finally worthy of a dime.
Requested by the little girl, the potter explains his process – he creates his object with his palms on the wet mud that is driven by a rotating wheel. He then burns the wet formation to high temperatures in the oven, then allows it to cool for an exceptionally long time(abandoned by time). He checks its hardness by tapping the pot with his rod. Only when he is confirmed of the quality he puts it on the selling table, else, he sends it back to the furnace. The little girl completely “mis-understood” the information as:
The little girl:
The wheel of time and that touch of Divinity,
Brings forth our lives, weighed by serendipity.
Burnt by troubles and abandoned by solutions,
Our misgivings fall prey to wisdom’s lotions.
And finally the He declares our worth proven,
Or alas the failure leads us back to the oven.
By the Will of God(the palm) and the governed by Time(the wheel), we take birth in line with our serendipity. We are then put through a lifetime of troubles and sorrow(in the furnace); we are left to feel abandoned and defeated. All this slowly only transitions our way of thinking and lifestyle from that of weaklings to strong individuals, steeped in wisdom and character. And based on our advancement(tested by the rod), we are either ready to live happily ever after, or are sent back to the cycle of seasoning.
The potter was the famous Saint Gora Khumbar and the little girl when on to become a great saint whose name I fail to recollect.
10 comments:
Simply fascinating! I have goosebumps reading this. The summary in prose is a nice touch. :)
Do you think life's experiences always go to strengthen you? What if they weaken you? Maybe the time factor is all important to benefit from events...
:) I was very impressed when I heard of this incident yesterday on TV.
If experiences weaken us, perhaps the time has not arrived.
You right...time plays a role.
A potter has an idea what the pot will turn out to look like. By analogy, do you think that Divinity has a plan for each of us? Why is there joy and pain? And is there some reason why events (happy/sad) have to happen at a particular point of time?
As a matter of fact, I haven't made much progress about reasoning on these thoughts. But I think its very much the case, a reason for everything.
As for pain and joy, the only place I see them co-exist is in the heart of a mother giving birth to her little one. :)
wow.. didnt know this story.. u shud send this to the media where u saw the incident..
I am sure they cud not have put it in better words than u!!!
@Vinitha: Thanks..:). This was from a daily session of pravachan that the family doesn't miss.
sooper cool!! see this is why ur the best poet in town.. most people (including myself) would have managed to get just some 'ZZZzzzzzz snore ZZZzzzzzz snore' out of a pravachan .. u actually have an amazing eye and thought process ..
hehe..now u pulling my leg..don't tell anybody...only the ones which are down-to-earth and humourous manage to keep my eyes open and hands off the remote. Now do i sould cool enough? Thanks.
Btw...the tv channels are full of the Pravachans u know...they are sort of a in thing now. And some do it very well...to connect to we ppl.
Sri, no words to praise the way u put it across...great observation and above all good interpretation and presentation...as u said, not many can pull it off well :)
hey Sush...thanks for the appreciation. Helps me quite a deal.
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