Legs seem to have given up. Morning walks a crawl and rest on stone and wooden benches. A year ago did the distance from home to the church on Link Road in 10 minutes. Now its more than 30 minutes. Rama beats me to it. A hare and tortoise Aesop walk. No race here. Eknath Easwaran advises slowing down the pace. A shuffle .... no, that may not suit Eknath Easwaran, no sportsman or sportswoman should read Eknath .... one step after another, not timed to a watch, snatching a stillness, staring and smiling to self if none is there to share laughs, counting the laughers on the road .... a noisy warbler on a copper pod (cant identify the fellow) and a halt.... Jontie the Labbie comes up with a bound ..... and on the last stretch smoking a Gold Flake, wondered whether there was any fixing the Aesop Hare and Tortoise race....the first fixing ever? Where was the race held... a piece of forest cleared for a stadium...When and the timings...Did the hare and tortoise shake legs and hands? Before and after. And which nation they belonged to as Aesop does not talk of flags and anthems, gold and silver medals...who coached them .. and officials bursting with cash and friends. Understand Hare offering a handicap but not snoring away (or is it drugged) for the Tortoise to scramble past the finishing post.... maybe rich farmers in Aesop times were into betting and fixing, an art older than creation.. gods did bet on creative outcomes .....Can the claim be made? ... When Rama beats me home, to be ready with a coffee.
Monday, April 16, 2018
Aesop fixing?
Legs seem to have given up. Morning walks a crawl and rest on stone and wooden benches. A year ago did the distance from home to the church on Link Road in 10 minutes. Now its more than 30 minutes. Rama beats me to it. A hare and tortoise Aesop walk. No race here. Eknath Easwaran advises slowing down the pace. A shuffle .... no, that may not suit Eknath Easwaran, no sportsman or sportswoman should read Eknath .... one step after another, not timed to a watch, snatching a stillness, staring and smiling to self if none is there to share laughs, counting the laughers on the road .... a noisy warbler on a copper pod (cant identify the fellow) and a halt.... Jontie the Labbie comes up with a bound ..... and on the last stretch smoking a Gold Flake, wondered whether there was any fixing the Aesop Hare and Tortoise race....the first fixing ever? Where was the race held... a piece of forest cleared for a stadium...When and the timings...Did the hare and tortoise shake legs and hands? Before and after. And which nation they belonged to as Aesop does not talk of flags and anthems, gold and silver medals...who coached them .. and officials bursting with cash and friends. Understand Hare offering a handicap but not snoring away (or is it drugged) for the Tortoise to scramble past the finishing post.... maybe rich farmers in Aesop times were into betting and fixing, an art older than creation.. gods did bet on creative outcomes .....Can the claim be made? ... When Rama beats me home, to be ready with a coffee.
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