Who am I?
Even after a lifetime spent in search of truth from the peaks of Kailasa to the wisdom of Buddha, Adi Shankaracharya and Jesus we still don’t fully know (Aaram Thampuran: 1997).
And yet, we educated, illiterate idiots argue in WhatsApp groups about religion, politics, caste, or useless topics, just to prove a fleeting point. I often smile and think: “What’s the point, buddy?”
I already have an early-bird ticket booked maybe at 70 to a confirmed six foot space. Don’t we all?
People say, “I’m a proud Hindu, Muslim, Christian…”
“I’m a Gowda, Reddy, Nair, Catholic…” bla bla.
But am I really any one thing?
I know my lineage up to my great grandfather. But beyond that? No clue. A thousand years ago? Who knows where my family even came from? Maybe not even India. That thought humbles me.
This morning, I thought of my parents.
My father studied till 3rd std, my mother till 7th. yet they raised a family in a small rented home in a tier 2 city, without capital, without Google Maps.
We, with all our degrees and tech, still panic about where we’ll be in the next one year.I’m grateful to be born in a modest home like this. It’s shown me life’s raw beauty.
We don’t have much time here. So pause, breathe, and embrace the tiny moments.
If you still have your parents, consider yourself lucky. No matter how hard it is, try to do the simple things for them it will make a world of difference. Life really is better that way.
"No Temple Greater Than Home"
Ramaswamy Kudumbam
📸 Throwback to 2022
#loveparents #familytree #ourancestors #tamilliterature #embracelife #happiness #stayhumble🙏