This was first published in the ‘Daily News’, October 12, 2009. The following day my mother passed away. She was a giver, her students and almost everyone who was blessed to be her friend would agree.
There are those who write
and those who read. I write and read. Some who do not write, but read, write to
me now and then, making a comment, disputing a claim, inquiring after my health
and sometimes even insisting that I should write about something that is
important to them.
So I have a small readers’
club of sorts, all connected via email to me but not necessarily to one
another. I enjoy communicating with this ‘club’. I appreciate all. I have my
preferences though. I am not fan of everyone. I am a big fan of an old lady.
Yesterday she sent me a
short email: ‘I just read this in my evening prayer book: “If the only prayer you
ever say in your entire life is ‘thank you’, it will be enough.”’
I thought it was from the
Bible. I did a quick search and came across a man I had never heard of. Eckhart
von Hochheim. He was commonly known as Meister Eckhard. He was a German theologian,
philosopher and mystic who was born in 1260 and died in 1327 of the modern era.
Wikipedia has it that
Meister Eckhart had come into prominence during the decadent Avignon Papacy
when there was tension between the Franciscans and Eckhart’s Dominican Order of
Friars and Preachers. He was tried as a heretic by Pope John XXII. He died
before verdict was issued subsequent to a trail which he made memorable with
his reasoned arguments.
The 19th Century
philosopher Schopenhauer compared Eckhart’s views to the teachings of Indian,
Christian and Islamic mystics and ascetics while some assert that Eckhart’s
sermons closely approach Buddhist thought, according to renowned translator of
Buddhist texts, “so closely indeed, that one could stamp them almost definitely
as coming out of Buddhist speculations”.
All that is stuff for
academics and theologians. What was important is the ‘thank you’.
It occurred to me that we
expend more energy in complaining than in being thankful. It is not that we
need to keep thanking people and being thankful for what we have, either to a
divine entity or circumstances or the contribution of people known and unknown,
deliberate or not. The point is that we hardly ever stop to reflect on gratitude
or reasons for thankfulness.
I asked myself some
questions.
When did you last reflect
on the things your father did to make you who you are? When did you remember
what your mother did for you? Did you remember your teachers? What has the fact
of being born in this beautiful land given you and if there has been some
benefit, have you been thankful, have you showed gratitude to land and
man/woman?
Have you ever paused to
appreciate the breathe that you take, considering the fact that there are those
who have to make home and world at the foot of a mountain of trash? Haven’t you
seen enough un-limbed people to value your fingers, hands and arms? What have
you given that make you feel you have a right to expect things to be given to
you?
There are things to be thankful
for. The eyes that allow me to read the poetry of Hafiz of Shiraz, the tongue
that allows me to declare ‘you are precious to me’, the fingers that make me
press thought on key and churn out word and phrase, the ears that made it
possible for my friend Nishad Handunpathirana to mesmerize me yet once again
with his chosen instrument, the Dilrubha, the feet that makes it possible for
me to take a stand, the spine that allows me to be straight, the skin that is
made for caress, the nose for the fragrances that will mark moment, personality
and event and the mindless heart that can love and love and love despite being
knifed and knifed and knifed in bloody as well as bloodless ways. I can turn
all these elements into one singular fact: speck of dust.
Yes, speck of dust. Small.
Insignificant. Irrelevant. And still of a magnitude that warrants a million
utterances of gratitude but is ‘equivalenced’ by a single, once-in-a-lifetime
‘thank you’ whispered with utmost and incomparable purity.
Thank you Aunty. I am
blessed to receive.
1 comments:
Thank you ! we are blessed to read .
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