I used to be religious. Not any more. My spirituality waxes and wanes. The philosophy I have subscribed to over the years has changed from “Vishishtadvaitam” (“special oneness”) to “Advaitam” (oneness) to nihilism to the current I-don’t-care-a-dang-about-philosophy-ism. However, there is one philosophy I have always believed in fanatically – you may even say rabidly – the law of karma. The law of Karma is beyond human intervention in that the only human touch to it is is the action, the returns of which are guaranteed at the time of the action itself. The returns may be immediate – I eat a meal, I feel good, or distant – I do bad, I get bad. All my life, I have seen the law of karma in action – both good and bad. My subscription to the law of karmic returns has given me a lot of balance in one aspect of my life. I now fully believe that I am only responsible for my actions and thus try to focus only on actions, because I know the returns are inevitable , whether or not I expect them – I fail sometimes, but the realisation counts.
Sometimes the karmic returns are unexpectedly immediate.
Somewhere in my last post, I had briefly mentioned the 3-year old niece of a co-parent in school who (the kid) asked me for cake. That is not how the story began. A couple of days back, attempting to engage the kid, I asked her what she liked most, and she said “jelly” (which is the Indian equivalent of jello available elsewhere in the world). The next day, I made some jelly (or jello) in a box and gave it to the friend to give to the child at home. The day after, the child asked me for cake, and I baked the cake and delivered it to her today.
A small digression.
For the past two days, I have been craving for grapes – the seedless green variety. I don’t buy grapes because it doesn’t agree with my kid, my husband is not a great fan of grapes and you don’t get anything less than 250 g of grapes in the market – If I got 250 g, I would have to eat it by myself and feel a little sick afterwards. When I was in the grocery store on my way to school an hour back, I ogled at the grapes but didn’t buy it after deliberation.
I go to school, give the box of cake to the friend to be given to her niece, and she returns the box in which I had given her jelly (or jello) a couple of days back. I put the box in my bag and return home.
At home, I open the box.