Of an emotional osmosis

Source: The Hitavada      Date: 06 Feb 2018 10:27:06


 

By Vijay Phanshikar,

 


 

 

 

Chukali disha tarihee hukale na shreya saare;
Wedya mushafiralaa sameel sarva tare.
(Miss if you the right direction, not much is lost;
For a wayward traveller, all stars are accomplices.)

Mee chalato akhand chalayache mhanun;
Dhundit ya gatichya sarech pantha pyrae.
(I keep walking for I want to keep walking;
In this mad pace of walking, all paths are the same.)

Daratat vadalanna je daas tya dhruvache;
He sheed todale ki anukul sarva waare.
(Those who fear tempests get enslaved by the Pole;
Once I tear off the sail, all winds are favourable.)
.....
Chukali disha tarihee akash ek aahe;
He jaanato tayala watel teth nyare.
(Even if the direction is wrong, the sky is the same;
For he who knows this everything is novel.)
.....

- ‘Chukali Disha Tarihee’,
A Marathi poem
by Vinda Karandikar.
(Loose English translation mine).

FOR a maverick, where is the road-map?! He moves on, on his own, mindless of consequences, mindful of an acute sense of self, being pushed by an intense propulsion of adventure ...!


Vinda Karandikar captures this emotion very aptly in this poem of six stanzas in all. He is captivated by his walking, its pace, its directionless direction. He is pushed by the sense of moving forward -- under the huge canopy of the sky. It is a very ecstatic feeling -- of freedom from norm, beyond definition, shorn of direction. Or, in other words, direction has little value when a maverick is on the road.
This is what the poet wishes to communicate.


The maverick does not mind a direction that was not intended. For him, every direction is good enough. For, all stars are his accomplices, his co-travellers, all willing to show him the direction, to guide him, to hand-hold him to safety. Or, in other words, for such lone-ranger, safety is no
consideration --


Daratat vadalanna je daas tya dhruvache;
He sheed todale ki anukul sarva waare.
(Those who fear tempests get enslaved by the Pole;
Once I tear off the sail, all winds are favourable.)

For him, all winds are favourable. All paths are the same. For, he is under the common sky, unbound by the Poles ...!
This is certainly not for the common traveller who wants all
forward tickets reserved -- well in advance, all hotel bookings secured. This is for the maverick for whom absence of direction -- or destination -- does not matter, does not bother, does not daunt! The lone-ranger is also a self-proclaimed loner. Stars are his friends, all winds hispath-finders. Under the common sky, he is secure everywhere, anywhere.


This gives him a sense of complete freedom -- from all bonds and bounds. This also gives him a secure feeling that belongs to nowhere and yet everywhere.
For such a person, everything is a wonderment, everything is novel, everything fresh. He enjoys every bit of everything, as does a little child. For the little one, everything in the world is fresh, new, absolutely made-now. And of course, for the world too, the little one is fresh, new, made-now. This beautiful emotional osmosis marks the
relationship.
That is being a true maverick! A true child of Nature!