Only a furlong
The distance gauged in a blink
I walk, and walk
Aimlessly the miles
The distance gauged into infinite
I knock, and knock
The endless while
The destined I see in a blink
I halt, and turn
Skeptical yet assured
The destined never faltered
Only fell along.
With the approaching Valentine’s Day, the markets have taken a formal business approach to ‘forever’. The sale boards at branded showrooms, the branded watches, clothes and shoes in the online markets -offers many, target audience the same. What to say, life has never been so very brand conscious ever, before.
Some of the forwards I received recently, listed out a month long season of love and romance. Roses are red, hugs are warm, chocolates are sweet, love blooms into Valentine’s Day. Worth the price or not, money flows in pursuit of commitment. Some turn long-lasting and some fade within months.
Reasons behind each day of celebration, not many really do know.
Nevertheless love sells the brands; even if there is an artist within us, most often the preference is to select a card with beautiful wordings and a brand name.
After spending a couple of hours window-shopping and sitting to watch the young hearts on a “shopping spree”, my husband and I leave the mall hand in hand. My mind tried to recollect a few line’s of Robert Browning. (Life in Love)
Escape me?
Never—
Beloved!
While I am I, and you are you,
So long as the world contains us both,
Me the loving and you the loth,
While the one eludes, must the other pursue.
Absolute freedom? How often I have heard people mention about their need for absolute freedom. To define it, I quote some of them, “there is no restriction or control and one is free to conduct life her/his way, doing her/his things, and the way s/he wants to do them.” In short, they do not want to be obliged to anyone but be their own masters.
Apparently, “each of us is trapped within our own mind, unable to feel anything but our own feelings and experiences. It is as if each of us is trapped in a dark room with no windows.” Says a scholarly article.
I recollected the concept of alienation and its repercussions that I had read in detail for an interview I was to conduct once as a journalist. Also, I remembered the oft quoted line, “man is a social animal”.
To add to the lot, “existentialist author and philosopher Simone de Beauvoir notes that as children we shoulder no responsibility; we live in a ready-made world with ready-made values. As we mature and become acquainted with our freedom we can begin to take matters into our own hands. However, many of us revert back to our childhood ways, trading freedom for security.” ( http://www.newphilosopher.com)
I wonder how many of us, who have used the term absolute freedom, have given a thought to the usage itself. Referred in a casual manner, most of us may not even understand its real significance.
There are mothers who have told me that they have kept a day of absolute freedom from children and responsibility, husbands who set out on a boy’s day out a week, and men and women who sleep throughout the day on a weekend.
True, it is a feeling we often look forward to, little realising we are still submitting and surrendering ourselves to various factors. Probably, sneaking into the absolute freedom enjoyed by some others, who may be, the means to enjoy our absolute freedom.
When I asked some of my friends and acquaintances if they would like to have their absolute freedom forever, they hesitated. A few days of life debarred from responsibilities and attachments may be a good way of rejuvenating and getting one’s life organised. Forever, indeed nothing is forever!
The fruit with prickles stocked in large quantities in the cart caught my attention. Though it is the season of jack fruit, the fruit in offering looked a distant cousin of the same.
A close look spoke a different story all together. And the fruit vendor insisted that I buy one. To my ignorance, he added a chapter on the significance of the fruit, locally (Kerala) referred to as ‘attichakka’, and “it is a healthy fruit for cancer patients.” As the Malayalam (language) name goes, the fruit is in fact a variety of jack fruit.
With a thick crust and custard apple like inner formation of white creamy edible pulp surrounding seeds, the fruit left a mixed taste of a tangy and citric custard apple. Of course, the fruit did not fancy my palate, but my inquisitiveness led me to search. My quest landed me on Google, and with the information in hand I clicked the name ‘guyabano’. A further search led me to its English name ‘soursop’, called so because of its sour or rather acidic taste. In fact, its names were endless.
A native of South and Central America, the Caribbean and the Saharan parts of the African nations, soursop’s adaptability to the tropical climate has brought the fruit to the Southest Asian countries as well.
As a rich source of carbohydrates, vitamins (mainly C & B) along with minerals such as potassium and dietary fibres, the fruit has become a staple with ailing patients. According to a well researched site , a research conducted in 1976 found a chemical in guyabano or soursop that is “10,000 times more powerful and potent than a drug used for chemotherapy called Adriamycin.”
To quote another site, “soursop consists of annonaceous acetogenins, which might stop the development of damaged cells just before they could become cancerous. {Also} soursop has demonstrated specific guarantee in eliminating cancer of the breast.”
Researches have also found its significance in various other treatments that include regulating blood sugar, controlling hypertension, preventing anemia, and relieving pain and inflammation.
A fruit is a fruit anyway. Little wonder, the commercial market has utilised soursop to flavour candies, make drinks, and other sweetmeat. Someday I hope to taste its other delicacies!
Going back to the fruit vendor’s information, the fruit comes to the market and gets sold out fastest, especially with the Regional Cancer Centre working in full swing and the families of patients taking good care of them. I looked at the humble fruit that hardly spoke but works wonders, definitely.
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