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Legs NOT Roots

Life does not grow roots
Gypsies keep shifting their camps
Souls move through bodies


I was watering some withering plants in my garden when I thought they have roots and will die but move. On the other hand, we have legs and would perish if we don't move! What if We the People too had physical roots locking us with the earth underneath! A strange feeling...Huh! We can't even see this static image in the mind's eye. Nature had some deep rooted plans while creating various Life forms on Earth. As per this plan some are supposed to stay stationary and grow roots while others are supposed to lead a moving life staying unattached to any single place.


For Humans Moving is living, Unmoving is dying. We all know this, but somehow in this high tech corporate culture world we tend to sit glued to a seat most of our lives. Be it a couch in the living room, or the car/bus/train/plane seat while traveling or our office chairs. I don't need to say any further what this "sitting mode" lifestyle does to our bodies. You all are informed minds.

The thing that pinches me is how and when did we lose our primal intelligence! The flora never forgot it's essence of life in being rooted. The fauna too sticks to it's intensely active life. Both obeying laws of Nature sacredly. On the other hand, what did Homo sapiens do? In pursuit of civilization, we severed our bond with primordial wisdom inherent in each of our constituting cells. How could we ignore such basic information downloaded in our inner building blocks? Are we really the most intelligent species around? Over the ages, we developed our understanding millionfold but lost the basic alphabets of this knowledge. The aboriginal manual of "how to live" life seems to be abandoned. The only survival trick mentioned by Nature in this manual is being agile or mobile. How many of us still stick to this ancient instruction? Not many, I guess, including me!


This shift in our lifestyle has marred us with many disorders that have eclipsed the quality of our existence. Hormonal imbalance leading to Diabetes, Hypo/Hyper Thyroidism, PCOS/PCOD, Inflammation, Cancer (yes it's not just genetic), Arthritis, early Osteoporosis etc. are a few to name here. I am not a subject expert on these but it's commonsense to understand what ails us and what should be done to set it right. Most of the medical issues amongst people can be addressed by embracing our inherent manual and shunning our sitting lifestyle.


When our souls have not forgotten to keep moving from one body to another, why should we forget to keep our bodies bustling? In a way we all are gypsies. As soul is a hopper, so are we. Let's pledge to be a gypsy once again. A gypsy in our grounded homes, always walking, rolling, running and rustling around. Let's ditch our vehicles somedays or park them further away from our work places to get a reason to walk a bit. Let's clean our homes ourselves intermittently or plant a garden and sow seeds to help them grow roots while being rootless (moving) ourselves. Let's stroll through our evenings or weekends to meet Nature in the woods or mountains or a sea/river side. Let's tour our own colony and surroundings exchanging pleasant smiles with our neighbours. Let's play and run with our kids. Let's remember we have LEGS not roots. Let's live a rootless, joyous, healthy, happy, gypsy life.

Hope to hear from you in the comment box.
Stay active, stay alive.




Comments

  1. Yes so true. We are very far from the life have become machine. You have written so well about today's life style...we all are moving but aimless.

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    1. Thanks for stopping by and joining the conversation.

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  2. Can't agree more , beautiful narrated .

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  3. साथ में चलते रहे
    कुछ बीच से ही फिर गए
    गति न जीवन की रुकी
    जो गुर गए सो गिर गए
    रहे रह दम,
    उसी की सफलता अभिराम है
    चलना हमारा काम है।
    - शिवमंगल सिंह सुमन

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    1. Beautiful Poem by Shivmangal Singh Suman. Thanks for sharing it.

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  4. Insight to l our psyche, explains a plain simple logic, which the routine hum drum of our lives doesn't let us think about
    Encore

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  5. Beautifully drafted, well said

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  6. You are so right! We’ve come so far from our original self that we’ve lost sight of that true life. We are pushing nature away with all our smart inventions and that’s causing this rooting and imbalance. If it’s hot in a place, we don’t move from there; we turn ‘on’ the AC! We don’t walk to meet friends because they are not ‘miles’ away, they are just a ‘call’ away! The tragedy is that this disconnect is not only harming us, it’s destroying nature. So let’s all go ‘back’ and walk together!

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  7. Thanks Smitha for stopping by. Yes, you got it right. We do not wish to adapt ourselves to our surroundings rather we manipulate Nature. That's a cause of concern as it's cutting like a double edged sword. On one side it's making us sedentary slaves of comfort while on the other side it's ruining Nature. Going back to our basics is the only way out.
    Keep visiting my blog and keep dropping your thoughts about it in the comment box.

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  8. It reminds me of nursery
    All work no play makes Jack a dull boy.

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  9. Very beautifully portrayed.
    I could not even imagine how our life would have been if we too were static like trees.

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    1. Many thanks...Seriously when it's so odd to even imagine...Howcome we become so static and rooted to a place!!! We live like we are bound without chains.

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  10. We are not trees so keep moving said Paulo Coelho.

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    1. Thanks Swati for this information. I was not aware...In which book did he say that?

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