The Beginning of Water- Chapter III

His name was Golmak and he was named after two words- Gol (round) in the Hindi language as his mother was an Indian and there were very few Hindi words his father picked up from her and one was the word Gol meaning round and he combines it with another word, Mak in English. Mak was Golmak’s deceased uncle’s pet name, someone his father never forgot.

Soon after he was born, his father Robin realized that the world was serving him no good. So, one fine day he eloped with his ship alone when Golmak was just three.

His mother was a brave woman and raised him single-handedly only with occasional support from her sister and brother. All of them lived on a small fishing island called Minicoy where the water would rise and fall like the tides during the day and night. But when he was celebrating his twelfth birthday with a few friends by the sea with a pot full of cooked fish, he spotted his father’s ship returning towards the harbor. He had seen photos of the ship in his father’s study that had more books than the whole of Lakshadweep perhaps.

Reading the right books from his father’s library made him a failure in real life.

With no interest in sports, he tried hard to cope with his classes and his life turned out such that he would fail in one subject every term.

Sometimes he sat by the sea crying loud at his bad luck. But the sea seemed to be the one laughing at his tears. The sea spoke and blabbered and Golmak never understood it.

Sometimes, the see would touch his feet, or his cheeks and whisper in his ears but Golmak had not learned to hear the waters yet.

When he went home, he learned that his father had come to take his son with him to the Sea. His mother begged to accompany Golmak and only when Golmak stood by his mother did his father admit her journey.

Since then, Golmak has rarely been off the waters as he became a marine having failed to enter any of the defense wings of the country.

By the time he was 18, he had realized that failure was his only stable best friend. If he ever did not fall from the rocks on which he sat to catch schools of fish passing by, he knew something terribly wrong would follow in the remaining part of the day, such was his trust in failure now.

“Good, you never went to school that way,” his father patted his back one fine day when the Sun was bright and the wind was saltier than other days.

Golmak looked up to his father hoping to know why it was good for him.

“You see we catch schools of fish and people turn bright boys like you into idiots in man-made schools. Both processes have a strange similarity. Isn’t it?” His father guffawed down the rocks as Golmak stared blankly, not quite sure of what he heard.

He never could convince a girl as all he saw in them were flaws and none was close to his mother’s perfection ever. He had no interest in any human in any way and instead, he was more into understanding what he needed from a relationship.

It so happened that while meandering through the seas and oceans with his troop, he landed on many lands but nowhere did he find that soul or heart he wished to make his own.

Until the age of fifty, he tried but his hopelessness gave way to nothing.

As a marine, he did well but with very little scope of failure, he had a hard time training himself to lead such a life. On holidays when he came home to a frail mother and a tottering father, he was managing and repairing his ship or was in the waters again. His father had set up a good business and they trade everything from one land and sold or carried it to another land for a fee. Mostly acting as a cargo ship, there were only two instances when his father smuggled innocent lives out of places and put them in different lands. Those men remained loyal to him and their tribes promised his father generations of support.

But now that Golmak was forty five, his father had little hope of having another generation. Despite constant coaxing from his father, Golmak could never become the man, women meet everyday on the streets. No woman ever found his beauty and now he wished to remain single as that suited him- a queer, most termed him as in his ship.

But he was a man who could not be fairly defined under the umbrella term, he somehow felt within himself. However, he kept it to himself letting the world think what they wanted as it was nothing that bothered him in any way.

The Beginning of Water-II

On one hand, we see the strong rise- survival of the fittest and on the other, we find the weaklings rise too once in a while. Reading this line, do not jump to a conclusion as in today’s world, most weaklings shine from the light of the strong- the Moon shines from the light of the Sun.

That leaves me with one question- what about one’s inner light? What about it? Does it mean Darwin was right or does it mean there are exceptions? I would say there are exceptions and in some such exceptions, though they are just a few- somewhere one in 100 years or more, maybe one shines in their own light.

That might make you wonder what happens when too many of such people shine from their own light.

Does it mean a second Sun finally comes to light?

I still repeat such instances are like a quintessence of dust in this big bad world where the buffalo belongs to the man holding the stick.

Well, quintessentially!

Now our story is not about strong men and women as they shine through their lives. Our story is about a weak failing man who has never had one in life. Some people give up too early and those who do should go through his list of failures if they lack inspiration.

Well, here is a failing man who manages to live one day from the other.

Afterward, there will also be a woman who will live through her failures one after the other. Definitely, she suffered less than the man of our interest here for sure.

So this is man is not ordinary but unnecessarily ordinary.

Born to nooners, who fathom to be someone and live life through a dream, our protagonist found it extremely difficult to keep pace with what went around him in reality and the stuff that covered his thoughts and imaginations.

Even though he was never proud of his parents, he knew he could not ignore their contribution.

The path to peace and happiness is a path of feigned imaginations and dreams. All you have to do is spend sometime inside your head imagining whatever suits your fancy and you can be happy even when in rags.

So basically our young boy (whose name is right now not important) understood that happiness and peace were as sham as war and sadness. Nothing was real and so you could actually make anything of anything.

“A true alchemist.” A monk had once highlighted while he was trying to make his point in a busy street of Shanghai en route India. A lot he realized happens in this country which no one is really aware of, and when he found out the reason, he found it to be something as simple as population. it was population and its steep rise that ensured no one was noticing well what the other was doing and to remain hidden to carry out his work, he knew there could be no better place than these.

He knew he was not an alchemist but he knew that all that he grew up with was not true either. So, the next thought that surrounded him was “what is truth then?”

Is truth a constant? What about Ram, Vishnu, Shiva, Jesus, Prophet and the Fire. Why were they teaching order and constancy as truths rather than change to be the only truth.

He often wondered if a shepherdless herd of sheep would be too influenced by the rotation and revolution of the Earth that they would also start rotating and revolving in their own axis- is it the reason why people miss to see the constant- the obvious and it is thus, they believe there is no constant.

Is it true, that a man who never leaves the train always describes the outside world as fuzzy and blur?

Or is it a variable?

For Earthlings like his mother and father taught him that truth was a variable, ever-changing, nothing was constant here and that change was the only constant.

That puzzled him, rather scared him, since, if truth was ever changing, it would mean it was like sand, and no one can really build castles on sand.

The Beginning of Water

Chapter I

Not long ago, we were unaware of the matter, and its creation; anti-matter and its creation too. It is only of late that we know a lot about the matter and a bit about anti-matter.

But despite all our efforts, life forms and their patterns seem to be moving in never-changing circles all along since the very beginning of human consciousness of time.

We all often begin our stories by saying, “at the beginning of time.” But, it is never the very beginning when humans existed the way they do now, so when we use the phrase, “beginning of time” we are imagining too highly about ourselves, given the memory of our past is no longer intact and almost lost except for a few people.

We all wonder, at least once in our life about the beginning and end of it all.

Most of us do it subconsciously and some of us are bold enough to do it consciously. This very world that is too busy to run from one day to another does not want to know what lies past us or what lies ahead of us.

Some of us though conjure ideas about our past, mostly our immediate past by reading fossils, or books, strips of paper even.

It is not today that the world is like this, the way it is. In fact, it was designed this way for fulfilling many purposes at many levels. The Neanderthals indeed existed and in fact, even Homo habilis existed too. Charles Darwin and his theory of evolution are true and those people who say he was wrong to miss the whole point and go all the way round to drop to that conclusion.

But here we will talk more about how all this came together, now that we know Charles Darwin was never wrong, and nor are our friends who oppose Darwin’s theory vehemently.

So how did it all begin?

The story here begins with the story of water and soon we all will move from water to the story of fire, lands, air, and then space.

Roll the drums and play the strings as we sing together the story of our past.

How do you connect better to yourself

We are fast paced, undoubtedly!

But if you don’t know how to think right, how do you think, you can keep up with the fast pace?

One after the other tiny errors will push you backwards.

Why don’t we try to see if there is a way to think better?

Is there really a way? Ohhhh Myyyy Godddd!!!

Good news is, there is one!

To think better, you need to think of your mind as a house or home with separate rooms. Thinking is everything, of course!

If you can think better, you can live better!

Are you convinced or do you need a bit more coaxing?

If you need a wee bit more push, let me know in the comments section and I will be happy to help.

The first thing is to know what all types of thought processes make way into our mind.

  1. Non-essential thoughts
  2. Essential thoughts
  3. Futuristic thoughts
  1. Non-essential thoughts imply simple jargons, that come and go.

For example, juicy gossips, our fears, competition, pride, ego, and any of the sins.

Yes, they are jargons!

Are you asking me why?

Well, you don’t need them to survive through your days- as simple as that!

2. Essential thoughts are what save you throughout the day.

What to wear, how to talk, where to go for your lunch are some to start with!

I am sure we know how these thoughts look like for each of us.

3. Futuristic thoughts are those that help us to live better.

Have you ever come across people you secretly think are not smart enough? Well, why would you think that way about a person, when we all are so full of follies?

The reason being, your ability to understand that the person in question, does not have a vision for his life and lives day in and day out.

It means they are not doing futuristic thinking.

They are the people in the crowd who are too busy with their small or big lives and are not seeing the future ahead.

Unfortunately, not many of us acknowledge that such people might be lacking the knowledge of the futuristic thinking technique.

Yes, surely there are some more who simply don’t do it as they are too lazy to think beyond their comforts.

The next best step here is to know how to think.

90% of studies show that all three kinds of thoughts flow through us, but what people actually are not taught is how to catch them to keep them together.

If you think you fall in that category, then take up a pen and paper or carry your note app or your mobile.

Start jotting down all those thoughts that can help build your future better.

Like I gave an example, in my Instagram handle @Sne8798 the other day.

If your thought is related to learning or knowing the better communication technique with a person you don’t want to loose touch, write down in your notepad immediately, whenever the idea pops up.

You need not think it through the moment it comes to your head, as of course, you are busy.

So, just write communication………………..with Mr.X or Ms.Y and leave it there.

Keep jotting down all such points as they crop up in your head every now and then.

After you are done with your day’s work and have some time, pick up this paper and choose that one point you think is the most important of all… think it through…

Your mind is sharp enough to understand and rank even these thoughts to create a priority list for you.

Once you start doing it, you will be ahead of many.

So this is the first tip on what or how I start my poetry course.

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