Meditation

Meditation on Seashore Rocks

Providence threw me into a picnic with my assignment. It was at Ondikuppam, a fishing village on the shore of the Bay of Bengal at Tiruvottriyur on Ennore Expressway. It was one of those nowadays-routine functions of distribution of boats, nets and benefits to the victims of Tsunami that I had to cover. The distance from the bus depot made me take a walk for 20 minutes along the road abutting the sea and the fisherfolks hutments. Walking, I discovered is the most meditative of all activities.
At the open air function on the beach, the fishermen and women had happiness writ large on their faces at the sight of 50 boats that they were going to get - wiping away all the sorrow of the Tsunami destruction. It was fun to sit on a log of a coconut tree, cast on the mud. The perfunctory coverage over, I trailed off into the Bay of Bengal with two college trainees in trail. I walked into the sea on the groyne constructed with boulders and sand to prevent erosion. I walked and walked till I almost reached the last few boulders where the waves lash, shaking the rocks from above and below, touched by the spray a couple of times. It reminded me of my trek to Gomukh through big and small boulders to catch a glimpse of the gushing Ganga coming out of rocks.
I looked at the waters and meditation happened. The sea has some chemistry to absorb my thoughts and wipe my mind clean. I have often experienced walking up to the shores with a heavy laden heart - sorrows and thoughts crowding like clouds raining tears - but the sea can just pull all of this into its bosom and send me back light as a feather.
And today it was one such day when the lashing waves made me feel their presence...