Riches of the head and heart…

The mind is quite incredible in it’s capacity to store what we call, a ‘mind boggling’ amount of data…it sometimes feels that there will be an overload breakdown with the barrage of memories…ideas…information…impressions…thoughts…emotions…reactions and all their related responses…but the Lord be praised…there is no memory enhancing requirement, the one we have continues to absorb…store…delete…process with no real problem or outside help…most of the time! As someone wrote to me…memory is truly an amazing gift…

However, with all this data on tap, sometimes it seems that there is nothing to write about…which is an arrogance based notion of wanting the ‘big idea’ to discuss…the ‘clever thought’ to expound upon…the ‘complex emotion’ to deconstruct…whereas all we really need to do is to look around us…take in…remember…feel…and let it all wash over us in the warmth and thankfulness of the little and simple pleasures of life…and our memories…

Oftentimes, all that is really required for me is to let the joy of walking in the  garden bring back it’s own host of treasured memories. The garden has always had a special place in our home whilst growing up, as well as with our own children, and a flood of memories are associated with it…in particular and especially, memories of the regular and traditional evening Tea in the garden with my parents…this was always a special and magical time of the day…a time of unspoken but deeply felt love and family ties…with friends and family often joining us because my parents being in the garden at that time was a given….an almost unacknowledged comfort factor at that time for so many of us…the laden trolley and trays of traditional tea fare and their favorite Earl Grey tea were staples…Mother always seemed to have arranged for an unending stream of goodies to cater to all those joining us…the enthusiastic discussions…the sound of abandon and laughter…Father’s wise ways with words and discourses which always brought young and old around him…the grandchildren lost in their own games and play area till the need for that extra slice of cake or samosa brought them to us…the boisterous cries of the boys busy at their cricket practice, confident that the next world champ was right here in the making, since grandfather and the uncles had all played for their schools and universities….the call to prayer breaking up the group for a short while…the children wanting to linger outside as long as possible thereby delaying the return to a schedule…good times, great memories…I am overwhelmed once again at the abundance and pleasure of memories that makes the whole such an absolutely incredible package…untold riches of the head and heart…


10 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. souldipper
    Dec 01, 2011 @ 07:55:34

    Beautiful, Shama. Like humus – the rich black soil that can only come to its fullness after an abundance of past has been added and allowed to transform. That’s how memories affect my “today”. I don’t have to interfere. It happens incredibly without my interference! 😀

    I loved the verbal picture you painted – Tea in the Garden. I was just wondering what kind of tea when you disclosed your mother’s favourite. Many thanks for a pleasant way to finish my Chamomile and head to bed.


  2. shamasheikh
    Dec 01, 2011 @ 10:33:09

    Amy, you are as always so very kind and gracious in that very special and beautifully expressive way of yours…thank you!

    I love the way you say that memories, in all their fullness, affect your today with no interference on your part…how true that is…they are just there to be revisited…and what a joy and comfort that thought is…:)
    God bless…


  3. An Idealist Thinker
    Dec 03, 2011 @ 14:43:15

    After reading this beautifully written post, I was left wondering (regretfully) why I didn’t meet you before this. From your archives, it shows that you have been around the blogosphere for almost 2 years and I have found you only now! It is at times like these that I feel really grateful to have had visitors like you on my blog who leave an imprint for me to follow. Thank you for giving me that opportunity, Shama.


  4. shamasheikh
    Dec 03, 2011 @ 15:34:33

    I am overwhelmed at all your kind and generous comments….thank you and God bless you…


  5. Priya
    Dec 05, 2011 @ 09:17:32

    Such an apt title for a post that is reminiscent of the obvious riches you’ve experienced, Shama. Memories of old, of gardens and teas and wise parents are incomparable, are they not?


  6. shamasheikh
    Dec 07, 2011 @ 13:23:18

    Memories are quite incomparable Priya…very true…those with parents who are no longer with you, take on a richness quite of their own…it often seems that all these memories with connective matrixes lead to our…parents!


  7. bronxboy55
    Dec 08, 2011 @ 17:13:46

    Memory is an amazing gift, yes, but your ability to conjure and express your own memories so vividly that we feel as though they have become ours — that’s yet another gift. Thank you for that.


  8. shamasheikh
    Dec 11, 2011 @ 15:52:17

    Thank you so very much Charles…coming from you that is high praise and I am flattered…God bless!


  9. Arindam
    Dec 11, 2011 @ 19:42:14

    I am not sure if memory is a gift or not. But through your words you made me feel that yes it must be. If memory can store such beautiful moments of life, then there is no doubt that it’s beautiful. Although sometimes it works in the reverse direction. But you took me to your world through your words and you some how convince me that, yes memory is a beautiful thing.
    You did a great job with this post of yours. Congrats for that!!


  10. shamasheikh
    Dec 15, 2011 @ 14:21:47

    Thank you for coming by and you kind words Arindam!
    I understand what you are saying…that just as it is vital to remember the important stuff…some of life is best well forgotten!
    It is however this medley of experiences and memories that gives us the strength, compassion and understanding to enjoy and appreciate life…and yes…it is easier to be positive as you grow older 🙂


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