Tuesday, July 22, 2008

I, and my four caring friends!


My hands and my legs are my old close friends!

Sometimes I just sit there inside my head, behind my eyes and watch them. I watch them constantly in moving, working, doing something.

They are in a good harmony with each other, to do my orders. Amazingly, sometimes I don’t even need to give them orders. I get up in the mornings, yawning and half asleep, leaning on my legs which start carrying me here and there, while my hands wash my face, make the tea and set the breakfast.

I’m still day dreaming and planning up there in my brain while my legs carry me to work, my hands taking care of the tickets and my bags. My legs still carry me patiently everywhere and bear with me when I need to run like crazy. At work usually is where I intentionally give my hands orders, to do the experiments that I want. But still, they can do things without me being involved, like tapping on my bench and making some kind of rhythm while I’m still thinking, or rubbing each other when they get tired or bored. Then I go back home, no sign of disobedience! They still cook for me, wash the dishes, change the channels on the remote control, turn the pages on my book, give me my tea, clean, wash, dry, fold, iron, sort, while my legs keep carrying me, either walking, or sitting down (well I very much tend to sit in lotus even on the sofa!!).

I guess my legs are the worker type, they just do the same thing over and over and over again, trying not to complain. My hands are smarter. They know me better and have developed some sort of brain (a muscle brain?!!) for their own. They do things smartly enough for me to look at them and be constantly amazed. They take good care of me, I try to do the same, but then it’s again them I have to set to work, to wash each other, to apply creams, to put on gloves. They, themselves, don’t want me to sit and do nothing, nor do my legs. All four of them need to be constantly in work, until they pass out, and I turn off the engine and go to sleep…

They make me feel comfortable sitting in my brain, behind my eyes, and while quality controlling their jobs, think about other things. Things like life, death, and people. And how every person is like a book, which starts somewhere, gets read, and stops somewhere, and when their books are closed, what remains for us is the feeling of missing them, and watching their empty space among us. My dear hands let me think about all these and even mourn a bit; when I’ve heard three pieces of bad news in a week from back home about our beloved ones who passed away, while they continue doing all daily routine activities of my life, leaning on my patient legs…

Human is an amazing creature…

9 comments:

Mommy Homeopath: said...

Sorry about all the bad news my dear Nava!
Life is a "strange" event...and stranger than that is "attachment" that we develop to people, to what they represent for us, and what their life meant in the world that we live in...

I know you well enough to know that when you "mourn", it is for something so deep and profound...

A very big hug my friend

P.S: OK you better go and apply some good cream on those hands and feet of yours….and make sure you massage them properly… They are really good companions you know…better than some people:):)

Anonymous said...

WOW!
The way you described these four friends of yours is mesmerizing! I enjoyed reading this post to the fullest…
And also the way you talked about people being like books, is amazing. Maybe that's why I love to buy books rather than to borrow them; I love to have all my nice ones next to me and whenever I feel like missing them, I go to them to say another warm hello.
Be happy and good Nava jan.

Nava said...

My dear MH,
Thanks for your sympathy. What you said about this "attachment" is very true. We were actually talking about this with Mr. Alchemist the other day (one bad news being about his grandma), and thinking that we could have been programmed without the sense of attachment, and then loss of others wouldn't have been so difficult. But then again we would have missed so many other beautiful moments of life. So there is no escape. You attach to people around you since you are a kid, and then losing them leaves an empty space in your heart. Overall, life is tough!

PS: ...and I do my best to take care of my friends. :)

Nava said...

Dear Parinaz,
Thanks for your comment and compliment.
The thing is, books can be like people as well. They are born when you buy them, live while you read them, and go to some kind of hibernation when you leave them in the library, until the next person who reads them. Maybe that's why sometimes if you miss a book, you have a similar feeling of loss too.
You be well too. :)

Mommy Homeopath: said...

Oh dear Nava,
Please give my sympathy to Mr. Alchemist.Grandmothers sometimes are one of the deepest attachments of our lives...you know what I mean my dear!!

Attachemnts are indeed the toghest deal of life. But as god is my witness, I will NEVER choose to not be attached...
With both eyes open, I know I am walking into another emotioanl roller coaster of bliss and hell, everytime that I make a new attachement....and I do that over and over and over.....

elham. said...

dokhtar jan, harf nadasht in neveshtat. che noghte did-e bahali..in faghat az ye zehn-e khalagh miad

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Nava said...

Eli jan,
Mer30 az compliment :)