The Marble and the Sculptor



 Arjun :    The very thought of failure 
                gives me grief and I feel 
                dejected, I can't fight.
Krishna:  When you've such 
                responsibility it's very 
                important that you're in a 
               good state. Whomever the 
              opponent may be,If you're 
              inefficient in a battle you
             get dead.

                          
                       It all seems as if it happened just a fortnight ago. The day I first met her, my custodian of information and transformation, Ganga ma'am. The one who retains her cool confidence in decent ethnic sarees. An average sized maroon bindhi, neatly clipped hair, at times a mild lipcolor is the only make-up she wears. The day I met her for the first time after my presentation at my institution will always be my most cherished memory. The spark in her eyes and warmth in her words left me spellbound. 
                       Till then I was just a plain marble that got trampled, walked over and at times spitted upon by people arround. This sculptor found something in me and decided to work on me. Day by day she tirelessly chiseled me with a hope of transforming me into a sculpture. I love  the way she use to marvel and appreciate me at each stage as I progressed, despite knowing that she was solely responsible for the outcome. Her aim was not to just sculpting me into a sculpture admired by people at the museum, but an idol to be placed in the sanctum. She has never been a dictator or the one who prevents me from making mistakes, instead she allows me to make mistakes and learn from them. One day when I met her with the choice of moving into a different surrounding, She whole heartedly blessed me without questioning my choices.She's the one who made me realize that the wrong trains I boarded in my life have taken me to the right destinations.                       
                       On the day of my wedding she gave me the most valuable piece of advice,
_Never forget your purpose in life. No matter what stay dedicated to your process or your ambition will be just an hallucination_
 I started experiencing the trauma of seperation from the mother's womb from the minute she left home after the wedding. We can't comment why God does certain things. The beauty lies in enjoying his uncertainty rather than questioning everything that happens around us.
                        From then till now despite all stroms and struggles, I live by the law of self and continue to chisel myself in order reach the sanctum she wanted me to place. For now I may be an unrecorded history, yet I strongly believe that my love, respect and gratitude towards her will become worthier when the world celebrates her master piece (Myself).
                        She has held my hands, opened my heart and nurtured my mind. So, There have been times I used to ponder about our relationship. Later life slapped me with with the truth, 
  She isn't myDhrona but my Krishna.
Simply put : In the words of my Guruji Mahatria,
       _Thankyou Ganga Ma'am for
        showing me God, And
       Thankyou God for showing me
       Ganga ma'am _
She'll always be the most precious Cosmic gift.

Comments

  1. UnknownJanuary 4, 2020 at 8:04 PM

    Extremely good shivani not because it's about me but for your good choice of words &
    metaphorical language. It's rather
    a poem than a prose piece.as you say you really are my master piece Shivani.but still what worries me is you are yet to prove your self to this world as who you are.. life doesn't end with marriage & a beautiful daughter..never get your potentials wasted.what I know about you should be known to the world.infact when I thought about you yesterday I was reminded of a batch mate of that prathap who cracked upsc after giving birth to two children.. you can do it shivani.my son Siddharth always says that success in civils is a kind of marathon.. never give up .prove your self to this world.. the only way to make me happy is to prove your self to this mad world.i may sound harsh but my intention is good.my love & blessings to you , your husband & my little darling.god bless.

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    1. Rudhra KanthJanuary 4, 2020 at 8:10 PM

      Love you so much ma'am.
      Thanks a lot for your blessings.

      I'll keep up my promise.

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