Growing up with Nature

When I look back upon the memories of my childhood I come to know the prominence Nature has played in shaping up my personality. Nature remains an intrinsic part in my life, consciously and subconsciously filling up my mind with the aesthetic aspects of things. The place I lived has hills that rose in their naked splendor, one mountain after the other, small rivers separating them from each other, valleys, dotted by houses, decorated by fields arranged like staircases, winds that breaks the silence of winter mornings and swiftly moving through mountains living a shrill life of solitude, and where man and gods live in harmony. The place is aptly called “Dev Bhumi” (The Land of Gods).

Growing up in backyard of great mountain ranges bounds to have an effect on your mind and body. When we were young, Trekking on mountains and hill was daily after school chores; natural springs was our swimming pools; forests meant for playing Hide & Seek; pollution, we never heard of; silent nights, a daily phenomenon and life was not as fast as we now see it.

I spent most of childhood outdoors and the reason I used to come home was for food and sleep not that I didn’t like to be at home but the outdoors was more fascinating. Most of my friends were in close proximity which added the necessary ingredient of fun and escape and together we were wanderers on a mission.

A quote by Albert Einstein tells you more then  I could “Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better“.

Adding to this the proximity I shared with nature is one thing I relish most.


Philosophy and Art: A must read!

We live not in a primevally pure world, but in a world that is known and has been transformed, a world where everything has, as it were, been given a “human angle”, a world permeated with our attitudes towards it, our needs, ideas, aims, ideals, joys and sufferings, a world that is part of the vortex of our existence. If we were to remove this “human factor” from the world, its sometimes inexpressible, profoundly intimate relationship with man, we should be confronted by a desert of grey infinity, where everything was indifferent to everything else. Nature, considered in isolation from man, is for man simply nothing, an empty abstraction existing in the shadowy world of dehumanised thought. The whole infinite range of our relationships to the world stems from the sum-total of our interactions with it. We are able to consider our environment rationally through the gigantic historical prism of science, philosophy and art, which are capable of expressing life as a tempestuous flood of contradictions that come into being, develop, are resolved and negated in order to generate new contradictions.

No scientifically, let alone artistically, thinking person can remain deaf to the wise voice of true philosophy, can fail to study it as a vitally necessary sphere of culture, as the source of world-view and method. Equally true is the fact that no thinking and emotionally developed person can remain indifferent to literature, poetry, music, painting, sculpture and architecture. Obviously, one may be to some extent indifferent to some highly specialised science, but it is impossible to live an intellectually full life if one rejects philosophy and art. The person who is indifferent to these spheres deliberately condemns himself to a depressing narrowness of outlook.

In a certain generalised sense the true philosopher is like the poet. He, too, must possess the aesthetic gift of free associative thinking in integral images. And in general one cannot achieve true perfection of creative thought in any field without developing the ability to perceive reality from the aesthetic standpoint. Without this precious intellectual prism through which people view the world everything that goes beyond the empirical description of facts, beyond formulae and graphs may look dim and indistinct.

Scientists who lack an aesthetic element in their makeup are dry-as-dust pedants, and artists who have no knowledge of philosophy and science are not very interesting people either, for they have little to offer above elementary common sense. The true artist, on the other hand, constantly refreshes himself with the discoveries of the sciences and philosophy. While philosophy and science tend to draw us into “the forest of abstractions”, art smiles upon everything, endowing it with its integrating, colourful imagery.

Life is so structured that for a man to be fully conscious of it he needs all these forms of intellectual activity, which complement each other and build up an integral perception of the world and versatile orientation in it.

This has been taken from Philosophy and Art by A. Spirkin.