Dear Readers,
Welcome to the third week of the #Blogging from A to Z April Challenge 2021. My theme this year is based on the Japanese concept of Ichigo Ichie which means--"What we are experiencing right now will never happen again. And therefore, we must value each moment like a beautiful treasure."
I'm exploring the 'Enemies of Ichigo Ichie' this week. Yesterday, it was 'projections'. Today's focus is on 'analysis' and 'impatience.'
Let's step into a day in January of 2017 in Gujarat for today's post.
Thank you.
Arti
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"There is a common saying that goes, 'If you want to be happy, don't analyse everything.'
The joy of the moment can't be defined, dissected, understood; it can only be lived."
"Ichigo Ichie demands that we give ourselves over to what we experience without any kind of expectation."
January, 2017.
By the time our group of six had paid for the entrance ticket at the Sun Temple in Modhera (an 11th century Chaulakya Dynasty temple), the mid-day sun was high in the sky. It was January but the bright heat was threatening to dampen our exploration.
As is usual for me, after deciding on a time when we'd head back, I broke away from the group to explore the temple with my camera.
Something caught my eye:
red. green and graceful.
From across the pond, with limited zoom,
a scene was born.
They must be dancers, I thought.
I'd seen banners and posters at the entrance announcing the dance festival.
First two, then six and then seven.
I spotted others clicking them.
My heart skipped a beat.
Stumbling into a dream,
I clicked
dancers breathing life
into stones and relics.
They took their time to adjust,
change, agree, disagree and finally settle to strike their dancers' pose.
I was lost
in their sequence, of course.
What synchronicity!
such luck...
to witness ancient carvings come unstuck
from pages of history
to float ethereally
like an open mystery.
Every moment I absorbed patiently,
mudra* magic unravelled right in front of me.
'Kshanabhangur'
lost in a breath, in a split second
the bubble burst as soon as I heard
the outside world.
I hope you enjoyed these magical moments in Modhera as much as I did back when travelling was easy.
Patience pays and analysis doesn't. Had I rushed ahead to tick all the must-see boxes of the Sun temple, or asked around to find out what was going on, why those people were allowed inside the 'out of bounds' area, I would've missed it all.
We ended up buying tickets for the dance festival. And we came back later that night with great expectations only to be bitterly disappointed.
In my opinion, the artificial and garish lights cast an ugly glow on this ancient temple and the gazillions of speeches and garlands to thank all the 'important' people to kick start the festival made us very, very impatient for the dancers to come on stage.
But when they did, the loud speakers washed away their delicate movements. It was such a cacophony of sound and light that it felt more like a mockery of our ancient culture than a celebration. I may sound harsh but sometimes, actually most times, less is better when it comes to showcasing that which is already so beautiful--classical dances, poetry, architecture. We should be preserving it, not distorting it with 'newness'.
The dancers I clicked would perform Odissi dance which is considered to be the oldest (traced back to 2nd century BC) and the most graceful of all Indian classical dance forms, at the festival.
Their mudras and poses from the afternoon would outperform their evening presentations in my view.
According to Deepam Odissi Academy Muscat's website, "A Mudra* is a symbolic hand gesture used in Hindu and Buddhist iconography, performing arts, and spiritual practice, including yoga, dance, drama and tantra.
There are a total of 28 mudras in the Abhinaya Darpan or the The Mirror of Gesture."
I'm sharing this translation of a prayer that appears in The Mirror of Gestures and according to this site and others I came across while researching, it is taught to Indian classical dancers.
Translation
Where the hands are, the eyes follow
Where the eyes are, the mind follows
Where the mind goes, there is expression
Where this is expression, mood is evoked
Doesn't the prayer sound like Ichigo Ichie to you? It's all about paying attention.
Leaving you with a short Odissi dance piece performed in Venice. It's beautiful. Enjoy.
Coincidentally, I came across a blog post on 'G' day which explores the famous poet, Jayadeva's Gita Govindam which is an integral part of Odissi dance and music. You can read more here: Gita Govindam - the ultimate romance
