Another day with archives: Triveni
‘Bring Me Thy Failure’ – Editor Ramakotishwara Rao opens his piece with this marvellous thought. Triveni, Vol 5, 1932.
There is a disarming quality in his words. one imagines a man who is humble by the trials of life and braving through, seeking help and coming to terms with what is dealt to him. All of this in a graceful manner.
Further in the piece he writes, “It is an irony of life that while we strive and suffer to bring solace to one that is infinitely dear, the solace comes a trifle too late, – weeks and months after the loved one is beyond the need of solace.”
I am struck by the sense of mission and commitment with which the men and women in India of earlier generations worked. Hard to see now.
Rao ends with thus, “Along the Path, my feet bled, my spirit was sore tired. Very often NY brain was racked with the thought that the burden was far too heavy. It was like attempting the impossible. But always came an answering thought that, if the work is noble and unselfish, an unseen Power will lighten the burden; when my strength failed, I could draw on a reserve of energy.
Absolutely floored with this piece today.