“Oo Nadaan Parindey...” - Oh Innocent bird...”

Oh you soul...Oh you seeker....why thy spirit flies so high? Why float like a hippie in these far off foreign lands? Why be a restless nomad? Why break the roots? Come back!.....But come back to where? Come back to your home, to your roots! But which home..which roots? Can you ever come back to your home...to your roots once you leave? And is that state not defined by space, time, energy, mind and matter? And if none of these entities remain constant then is it even possible to ever come back? So why even this strong desire to come back? 

A music raaga composition that starts and ends with the home note “Sa”, a travel retreat that starts with footsteps leaving and ending with coming home, a session on a yoga mat that starts and ends with the sound of “Om”, a painting that starts with a brush on and ends with the brush off the canvas, a start up journey that starts with an idea and ends with the expiration of the same idea. Are we not all born hippies? One form or the other. Seekers. Seekers of something. Not necessarily knowing what we are seeking. An instinctive desire to seek experiences in life in all shades and intensities but cognitive need to build something sustainable in parallel. 

A paradox. Can an experiential energy create something meaningful?  Or is it too selfish and too self absorbed in the momentary clutches of its senses to look in the future, be sacrificial and build something more sustainable?  Or is the spirit never too binary. Sometimes experiencing. Sometimes creating. Sometimes settling. Sometimes unsettling. Swinging like a pendulum. Oscillating between the experiences or the creations or creations while having those experiences or the experiences while having those creations. In the process, passing through that illusory “home” albeit momentarily.