Stadspark, Antwerp, Belgium 

Walking along Stadspark I witnessed a picture perfect scene. The park is an almost circle. Starting from one end where there is a huge metal statue, lots of open spaces and benches.

A little bit of walking and the first glimpse f a tiny pond is seen. Black and white ducks quacking, shallow water, Belgians strolling along the gravelled path, some walking their dogs, others taking a walk with their children while many others are seen taking a midweek summer tan. Men and women of varying ages, stripped down to their bare minimals, lying about on the grass, either reading a book or playing the guitar or listening to the mixed sound of music and the birds fighting for their share of food. While some others are out for a family picnic or a quick nap in the sun.

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Further down is the ice-cream van and the playing ground for children. The ice-cream van with it’s age old traditional bell offers delicious ice-cream cones to soothe the kids and the adults of the relentless heat. The playground covered in sand is one of the permanently lively place in the park , with children running about making better use of the slides and the swings or trying to make sandcastles with their colourful mini spades and buckets.

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And finally the skatepark. From teenagers to adults, from beginners to advance skateboarders, everyone is seen zipping through the sudden curves and landings of the skatepark.

Its a silent walk round and about this park. The low buzz of the traffic, the incessant chirping of the birds, the quacking of ducks, the occasional laughter of middle-aged persons or the crying of one three year old, the giggling of another, the rustling of the wind at one hour and the heavy stillness of the sun gives Stadspark it’s unique atmosphere.

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Fast and Furious

Anger. Intense Anger. It blinds you, literally as well as of all reason and rationale. It is a sort of reflex.

Anger will not put in a request to enter your mind and body like a guest who will call you to ask if it would be alright if they dropped by to meet you. Anger merely shows up, uninvited and sometimes unwanted. Hatred and irritation for someone or something means an open invitation for Anger. It’s unexpected arrival produces tears in some individuals and a red puffy face with a nerve popping quite visibly in others. This uninvited guest persuades a sane individual to blubber out words and sentences they would not under normal circumstances. The realisation that something fallacious has been said comes in too late. And even when this realisation hits home, hard, it becomes increasingly impossible to kick Anger out of one’s system. It can be said that Anger is permanently in love with your soul, so much so that it refuses to leave you, exceedingly complicating the situation.

Resilience, meditation, breathing techniques, listening to soft music is believed to enable in the retraction of Anger, to help shove it out of one’s system calmly. But the question remains, for how long does this remain? How long before Anger relapses? Is it possible to terminate it permanently?

Even monks, priests and saadhus who claim to follow these strategies have on occasion expressed wrath. Practical and personal experiential evidence suggests that it is highly difficult to get rid of Anger. It is a never-ending labyrinth. An individual maybe able to transfer Anger on to something else for a while but sooner or later, it will hit back in full force.