This is Part 2 of a two-part post on the title; Get to Part I here.
ONE MAY ENCOUNTER one’s Soulmate in a seemingly accidental manner perhaps at the least expected place at a seemingly odd time. But then, that “accident” may be perceived as such simply because, like all accidents, one was not expecting it. However, in all probability it was designed to be revealed in this way (God moves in mysterious ways, remember?), only that one perhaps couldn’t appreciate the moment, and thus lost it.
As my master would invariably inquire with me or pose a counter-question: have you recognised the moment? Have you appreciated (and honoured) the guide-signs? And I suppose that’s what it might finally boil down to: recognising the moment, the event, the potentialities, the true perspective and relevance, and also recognising our Soul Mates…
Whatever our justifications may be, in any case, we are talking about a certain “divine intervention” where all that matters is the paring of our souls bounded by love irrespective of race, creed or standing (because a soul does not have a race or a creed or any socio-political standing! A soul is, after all, *cough-cough*, a Soul!).
And that’s where Sherk-the-Ogre enters the scene. IMHO, Shrek is the perfect example of a soul mate - perhaps a really ugly looking outcast one might argue (Ogre, anyone?), but a true (platonic?) lover nonetheless, and a humble mate divinely created for the deserving soul provided you are blessed enough to recognise it..! Also a practical person who's primary motive was to save his habitat - the swamp - though he lands up falling in love with someone in spite of heart-break after heart-break and blows after blows.
That leads us to my question to you, dear friend:
Unfortunately, it has become rather common for a certain Princess Fiona’s to judge (in stead of recognising) Soul Mates for her…! (Wonder any more why true love is so much in demand?) And as it almost always tend to happen, one becomes the soul mate of her dreams and destiny until, *sigh*, one takes off one’s helmet (like Shrek did, after rescuing her from the dragon-castle). The helmet, by the way, was not for deception or disguise in the first place but was there for protection from the fire-breathing dragons. His expectations of being ogled at notwithstanding after slaying all those dragons which must have given him some sort of a halo of angle's; turns out, the colour of his skin must be, err, Green - like Shrek's, and that did (or say, didn't) the trick…
The ideal of a soul mate gets upheld and defeated in the same sequence of scenes…
The (lady) dragon, on the other hand, perhaps sets a better example by accepting a, umm, donkey!
Long live Soulmates!
God Bless…
[I think I again saw that guy later on ridding the same tube. He was alone this time; and also the next...]
ONE MAY ENCOUNTER one’s Soulmate in a seemingly accidental manner perhaps at the least expected place at a seemingly odd time. But then, that “accident” may be perceived as such simply because, like all accidents, one was not expecting it. However, in all probability it was designed to be revealed in this way (God moves in mysterious ways, remember?), only that one perhaps couldn’t appreciate the moment, and thus lost it.
As my master would invariably inquire with me or pose a counter-question: have you recognised the moment? Have you appreciated (and honoured) the guide-signs? And I suppose that’s what it might finally boil down to: recognising the moment, the event, the potentialities, the true perspective and relevance, and also recognising our Soul Mates…
Whatever our justifications may be, in any case, we are talking about a certain “divine intervention” where all that matters is the paring of our souls bounded by love irrespective of race, creed or standing (because a soul does not have a race or a creed or any socio-political standing! A soul is, after all, *cough-cough*, a Soul!).
And that’s where Sherk-the-Ogre enters the scene. IMHO, Shrek is the perfect example of a soul mate - perhaps a really ugly looking outcast one might argue (Ogre, anyone?), but a true (platonic?) lover nonetheless, and a humble mate divinely created for the deserving soul provided you are blessed enough to recognise it..! Also a practical person who's primary motive was to save his habitat - the swamp - though he lands up falling in love with someone in spite of heart-break after heart-break and blows after blows.That leads us to my question to you, dear friend:
- Would you consider Shrek as your, *hold-thy-breath*, soul mate, if s/he really loves you?
- If there is a certain “divine intervention” as in the movie Shrek, which also happens in the real life more often than the statisticians care to count?
- Are you willing to consider the potentiality that s/he indeed is your soul mate, perhaps in disguise?
- Don’t you think that, like Princess Fiona, all of us too are “Shrek-alike” in certain aspects of our individual personal lives; such as, say after dark when we too become an ogre-of-sorts like Fiona, albeit only we know about this secret thus far? (And though we never wanted to admit it, we always live in the fear of being revealed someday?)
The ideal of a soul mate gets upheld and defeated in the same sequence of scenes…
The (lady) dragon, on the other hand, perhaps sets a better example by accepting a, umm, donkey!
Long live Soulmates!
God Bless…
[I think I again saw that guy later on ridding the same tube. He was alone this time; and also the next...]