” … for diamonds and rubies I do not care, all I have is for others to share, I crave for just a glimpse of Light, for peace and rest in that after-Life..” Hariharan Balakrishnan
Innerdialects : I am in awe of the creative fraternity, especially when they are there for the sheer passion of expression. H. Balakrishnan says it like it is, without too much ‘modesty’ or ‘ guilt’ – tracing Lost Horizons, the safety of ‘Stars‘, of moments,mementoes, of memories that never left, and of Dancing Diamonds and Volcanoes. The Equipoise of Silence …
His Works reflect a Universe waiting to be understood. They provoke the writer in me, silently reminding me of the human being perhaps neglected, within. Of secrets that wait to be told; of what Words can do in a Time that is more devious than ever before. Here is a human being that must be read, for he is more than a dad, husband, writer,traveller, lover of good food and music. He is an Indian with Spirit, heart and soul.
” Poetry, comes out of inner thoughts at some particular moments in time. I don’t see any need to feel guilty.It is the capacity to absorb things differs from people to people and also, in the same person, time to time. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be human. ” Hariharan Balakrishnan
The silent man came in to this world With a lusty cry, the wail for peace He shouted screamed and swam about He saw he heard he smelt and stood
The silent man grew up and watched The world around him go down in size His loudest wail of no avail He chose to grow up, not capsize
The silent man too had his moments Of standing- and of understanding People who had something to say With mere presence, now gone away
The silent man has chosen silence He has his silence for company He has no use for fools or falsehood He is happy in his path of silence
The silent man too sometimes shouts He wants his voice once to be heard He sometimes loses sight, his voice And also, anon his equipoise
The silent man too tries to teach The world that is within his reach He came in shouting, wailing, crying He wants to go out smiling laughing
The silent man sees, thinks and learns He has something to teach in turn But chose to keep his thoughts inside Like the volcano that never spewed.
Hariharan Balakrishnan 21.06.2001 With the Prime Minister of Bhutan , our INTACH Chapter decided to present him with a memento.
Lost horizons on the way Of a lonely traveler on his road To some place somewhere He knows not, does not care
A wayfarer in Eternity Without an inn- or an out Only his thoughts- and dreams Of someone else’s tomorrow
Horizons lost by one Can they be gained by another?
The author here .. ? After father died, she read out to me some of the life experiences she noted down in Tamil. I told her if she writes a few more to make 100 pages in print, I’ll publish them in English. And that’s precisely what we did- on her 80th birthday. Only I know what went into the final product. The original mss was ‘lost’ for a few years etc. But the launch was really a ‘launch’. The book was released on a real launch which floated on the Husain Sagar in Hyderabad with some 200 people. Newspapers were competing to take her interview and outdo one another. The Hindu Friday Review did a story, and it was followed with a remarkable commentary by Eric Shackle of Sydney in his “Life Begins at 80”. Eric has since become a dear friend and now lives in Big Pond- still writing an occasional column. He is maybe 93 now. If I send him a mail, I can bet he’d reply within 48 hrs. That’s the kind of man he is. God bless him.
Hariharan Balakrishnan Poetry is subjective, and is often written in reflection- of events and moments that have passed long since.
Came back a few hours ago after a trip to Greece and Turkey. Met a lot of people to understand these countries, saw a few memorable places and have already spun a few stories in the mind. In the next week and more, maybe I’ll be bale to put at least two or three of them in words, ably supported by some pictures that seem to have come out well. I promise to give you all a few glimpses soon.
There is also a series of humorous anecdotes that I can share only over a cup of coffee in a group. Who knows? Once I start writing, this idea may bloom as a book!
In conversation with Hariharan Balakrishnan, a Poet and a Humanbeing to reckon with.