Hi ! You've heard that old line, havn't you ? " You Live and You Learn". While going about the business of living, we read, hear and watch so many things, getting wiser, intrigued or muddled. Storing in the overstocked mind , shelves of nice titles and catch phrases. We "know" many theories, but "understand" them only when they descend to our living room and invade the orderly format of our daily life. Like, you know about the "Butterfly Effect" don't you ? Yeah, that poetic, magic -realism soaked catechism of The Chaos Theory: " The Flutter of A Butterfly's Wing in a Brazilian Forest can cause a Tornado in the Mongolian Desert ". Any card carrying follower of Rachel Carson, Al Gore, Vandana Shiva or Nat Geo, like you and me, knows that if you chop down trees, you'll have no rains and if you run your AC all day long, the polar ice cap will melt blah blah blah, all thanks to that Butterfly Sutra. Never thought that iconic Butterfly will leave its rainforest habitat and come to roost in my home . Iceland is roughly 7692 Kms. from Namma Bengaluru and I can think of no connection, however faint, no snaana-praapthi, no 6-degrees of separation, nothing, to this tiny shred of land.In fact I don't think of it at all.But last week, one of its Glacier-Island-Mountains threw a fit and blew its top, spewing 8 Km. high coloumns of volcanic ash into the atmosphere.And that sent that blasted Butterfly fluttering into my life. Look what happened. There was this glorious outpouring of acrid ash,choking the aerospace above much of Europe. So, airline companies freaked out, axing flight schedules with genocidal frenzy. So,the timetables of a million passengers went up smoke . So, two R & D fellows from Philips of Netherlands got stranded in Brussels, missing an important date with a Service Provider in Georgia, USA. So, the Systems guy from Georgia videoconferenced urgently with an Applications Developer node in Bengaluru to juggle strategic work schedules. So, my Pati Parameshwar sitting in that Apps.Dev.Node was summarily disenfranchised of his chosen vacation dates ( second week of May)and told to take off immediately so that he could be back in office in the second week of May. By which time, the European skies would be rid of Ash, Philips would have brainstormed in Georgia and the Bengaluru cubicle would be in readiness to tackle Whatever, in tandem. So, hubby's "Breaking News"sent the whole family into a tizzy, winding down the household and packing for a holiday in Madikeri. With One hyper-excited boy and two hyper-careful senior citizens around, our packing-for-8-days has assumed the proportion of a wholesale emigration ; our poor car is already groaning but Darling Son is yet to decide what board games to carry along and MotherDearest-in-law is still wondering if it wouldn't be a good idea to carry extra Chutney-Pudi, just in case. SO,(and this is the most cruel so ) I have had to drop out of the most eagerly awaited excitement of the season for me, The IL Meet-up on May 1. I am so darned disappointed and disgruntled that I could fume and blow my top like a volcano. Those infuriating Butterflies from Iceland ! @*&%%*## You thought we are in-dependent, insular,in-divi-duals ? How illusory that assumption is ! Our awesome ancients got that Butterfly thing right when they chanted up the truth about cosmic cohesion, calling all creation a Singularity , Virat Purusha . And Everything being mere parts of a Whole. Stub a toe nail, the eye does weep. The rustic minstrels here sing with gusto :"Ollu onakeya nungi, Kallu gutava nungi, Mellalu bandha mudhukiyannu nellu nungitta thangi, Kodagana Koli nungita.."(= the mortar swallowed the pestle, the millstone swallowed the pivot and the paddy swallowed the old woman who came to chew the grain , O Sister, the hen swallowed the monkey ) There are no free and independent 'This' and 'That'. One flows into the Other . Like, in the Mundaka Upanishd they said, eureka !, we only have as much separate identity as sparks spraying out of a flame. Things being so interconnected, and we being cogs in a clockwork, its foolish to have an ego at all, no ? My cherished appointment with Indus Friends was dashed, right. Silver lining salvaged from the tragedy is that I can now pronounce , pretty correctly, the name Eyjafjallajokull. Bye for now, Friend. Leaving tomorrow morning. Will catch up with you after my return from the Net-less retreat.