Fear and Faith

Al Gore's genuine worry about the world melting away like a popsicle could well be the result of a week spent in Chennai. And as the heat slowly but surely erodes all synaptic flashes in my brain, I sit here contemplating the most fundamental question that can face anyone" "Am I Michael or am I Fredo?"

For all my "fierce individuality" and "personal goals" I think it is fair to say that I would be crushed to be perceived by my parents as Fredo. And the fear is debilitating. If anything has become apparent to me this past week it is the dynamics of fear. Prior to moving to India I experienced was a moment of severe clarity where "success" and "failure" in their packaged and preserved forms ceased to exist. Life has an uncanny knack of rocking the very thing you consider fundamental. When new circumstances obfuscate a goal so easily one has no choice but to question the potency of the fuel in one's tanks.

"Certainty", be it blind or well founded, is at the core all actions ever performed. While philosophically one may wax eloquent on Nishkaama Karma and such, all things worth doing were begun with the certainty of accomplishment. It is the well from which springs the tenacity to move the mountains. Usually once you find the well the mountains disappear because they are demons of your creation. And clarity is once again yours. Until then the search for the elixir continues.

No one said it like Gounds when he said: "பிரச்சன எல்லாம் ஒண்ணு தானே டா !"