Expressing the un-expressible

Did you ever feel something so intensely that your soul felt deeply quenched but were never able to come close to expressing it adequately - even to your own self ?

I am listening to the song "Yeh Hosala" from the movie "Dor" - the sense of perfection & beauty that touches and seeps into the core of my soul and holds time still in a perfect moment is something I can feel - not from the mind or the heart but from somewhere deeper - and yet I cannot be express it the way I feel it. Why does this happen ? Is it because the composer, the singer, the musicians and the director have all put the very essence of their beings into the song and something deeply human inside me resonates to that essence ?

The words of the song are so caringly crafted - the music composed as if the composer was born to compose only for this song, the vibrancy of the background singers and the instruments, the softness of the flute, the aliveness/vigour of the drumbeats and the perfect coordination never fails to bring out that which is gods greatest gift to humans - the ability to feel and feel deeply.

There is also a sense of sadness which only adds to the magic of the moment - how can there be something so beautiful which only others can create but I can only feel, like a blind man who can feel the gentle warmth of the suns rays but can never see the beauty of creation. At least I can feel... I am human ...I am alive.

Tauli Trek - To heaven and back

Back from heaven ... but with aches and pains, but it was worth every painful step :) We started a little late in the morning ~ 11:00 and crossed a small village edged by green paddy fields and entered into the undergrowth spread out ahead of the climb. Crossed a couple of streams swollen by the rains that looked tough but nothing compared to what we found at the top.

We went off track past a waterfall that dropped about 12 feet. Markings indicating that we cross the waterfall were scribbled on the rocks where we sat and posed in the gentle rain. We retraced our steps and crossed over the waterfall and climbed through falls, streams and rain on a path covered by branches of small shrub/trees - was amazing wading through the streams and rocks which were cool to the touch and not very slippery but were quite fast flowing. At some point we must have missed the trail and wandered off following the stream which was part of the original trail. Finally after crawling through the thick underbrush we reached a small clearing where we had the best snack/lunch break ever surrounded by the green brush, under a grey overcast and weeping sky. We clawed our way up a dirt trail and around a huge boulder with our feet slipping like crazy under the slush and hanging on to shallow rooted plants that barely supported our weight. Finally Nikhil discovered a well beaten trail at the top which we took & which finally led us to the top.

One of the main peaks looks like a huge Shivaling which appeared magically burst out of the clouds when the clouds cleared for a moment. We were surrounded by greenery which was soooooo magical and appealing to the eyes. Crossed couple of streams which due to the constantly falling rain had now become quite fast flowing - finally reached the ruins of a house from where we climbed stone steps (who made them ? and why ?) which led us to a very fast flowing and high waterfall - we needed to cross this and debated for quite some time but finally decided against it and retraced our steps. By this time it was pouring cats and dogs and we were drenched to the bone but we decided that we would be able to make it back as we had found the path. We walked passed the ruins to a small clearing when suddenly the clouds cleared to reveal beautiful cliffs with the amazing waterfalls which we had seen from the village below.



We progressed rapidly to the plateau and found the most beautiful scenery laid out before our eyes. The streams falling off the sheer rock face, the green valley spread out before us, the wind in our hair and the sense of achievement all added to the moment. The wind from the valley pushed the waterfalls back towards us - so instead of falling into the valley below the water was blown onto the plateau like a fountain - really amazing. Went and sat on a rock at the edge of the plateau - the rock had been waiting there a 1000 years for me to sit on and it felt like a throne - felt really safe even though I was inches from the sheer drop to the valley below - the water falls were completely visible from this point. Those 15-20 mins were worth the gruelling 7 hours.

We went back exhausted, hungry and drenched to the bone - Sunday was devoted completely to sleeping and thanks to Kiran even got to see the photos and videos which although can never capture the true beauty of what we saw is still a nice reminder of Heaven ...

Pics at http://picasaweb.google.com/srkkiran/TahuliTrek