My blue bird
Ravi Upadhye-in sombre mood 18th Sept 11
I have met this blue bird in many places. Just like clouds in the sky, I see him often. Yet there are days, like the days the sky remains cloudless, I fail to spot him. And then I start longing for him.
I see my dear little bird outside the window. He sits on the branches of the old banyan tree waiting for me to spot him. While I am reading, I pause to rest my eyes and stretch and then when I look out, there he is, all grace and smile. He wasn’t there when I had started reading. I see him in the mango grove, in the school when the children sing their prayers, in the choir and when with my dear ones. I meet him in the jungles of Kumaun,in the starlit quiet nights on beaches of Goa.I meet him in the Venkateswara temple on the banks of river Godawari.I meet him in the classroom when I am lost in flow of my admiration for the spoken word.
So, you see, I meet him in the plains, in the college, on the beach, in the jungle, on the slopes of tea gardens in Kerala. I met him at Stratford, in Scotland at Windermere, at the late Bhimsen Joshi’s concert and also when I am with my life partner and daughters. I meet him when I am called Ajja by Sahana.
He is so small; he would barely fit him in my fist. He has a shiny back and a colorful beak. His neck has a shimmering bright color. White adores his tummy. Eyes are fluid and sharp. When he flies, he leaves a colorful trail behind even in the night. When he sings, he reminds me of playfulness and contrasting serenity. This bird is royalty in all its magnificence. He is unpretentious.
The other day, I went to the hilltop. The entire world lay at my feet. The gentle breeze soothed my nerves. The sunset across sent yellow rays of divinity. I could hear the shepherd on the slopes playing his sonorous flute. The quietude of that moment
stirred nothing inside me. I was calm and free of any thoughts. All my senses relished that moment and from nowhere, my blue friend appeared .He was more majestic than any other time when I had seen him. He floated from the ocean of steel grey mist engulfing the valley. He came and sat on the branches of the lone tree. The tree too looked beautiful now. With the setting Sun in the background, the blue bird started humming in my ears.
I wondered, who would have told him that I was here? The exhilarating, divine experience drove away solitude, remorse, sadness, .I was happy, I was elated, and I felt cheerful and contented.
I have experienced this many times. And my constant companion is the blue bird. He appears from nowhere and starts singing. My entire being swims in the vast expanse of divinity.
But I often wonder, what about those who cannot see this blue bird .Or is it that the blue bird does not go to them?
Then I realize, the bird dwells within me. He loves me when I see and enjoy anything that is pure, divine, heavenly, melodious, beautiful and natural. He just comes out and joins me and sings with me!!!
After all, each one needs a small patch of blue sky to greet him once in a while, to act as an umbrella; he too needs his own blue bird, but then he is omnipresent like the blue sky and the patch of green earth.
All you need is the time and space, the eye, the ear, the feel, the nose and the tongue to relish the moment and lo he would appear!