Thursday, July 13, 2006

We are God's hands...

I was discussing with R yesterday about how the people of Mumbai help each other in times of despair. She felt that the help was only out of helplessness, and not really from the heart. For some reason I agreed at that moment, since she is from Mumbai and she knows more. But thinking about it later, I felt, the kind of help that poured in after the attacks, can only come from the heart. You don't go to the hospital to donate blood inspite of having noone there, just out of helplessness. It comes from the heart.

I have many friends from Mumbai, and me being from Pune, I always have legendary debates pitching them against each other. It happened when I was in India and it continues even when we are here in the US. The Mumbaikars are a lot who are so proud of their city that they will concede to noone and cannot tolerate a single bad word about their city :) Yesterday I was thinking, in events like this, you can see why people love their city so much. The spirit of humanity is very much alive in Mumbai. And noone can break that.

I remembered a song by Jewel when I saw thousands of hands helping strangers on the streets and on the railway stations. This is a song which I had forgotten about, and not listened to for almost two years. But yesterday, just like that, it came back to me, and it rings so true for the everyday heroes who are God's hands in Mumbai today.

I am sharing the lyrics for "Hands" by Jewel below. See if you can get the song, its really wonderful to listen to.





Hands

If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be that we're all OK
And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful
And useless in times like these
I won't be made useless
I won't be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear
My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
Poverty stole your golden shoes
It didn't steal your laughter
And heartache came to visit me
But I knew it wasn't ever after
We'll fight, not out of spite
For someone must stand up for what's right
'Cause where there's a man who has no voice
There ours shall go singing
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
I am never broken
In the end only kindness matters
In the end only kindness matters
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
We are never broken
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's mind
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's heart
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's eyes
We are God's hands
We are God's hands

-from Jewel's song "Hands"




Update: I found two videos for this song, and am sharing them here(Isn't YouTube amazing?!!) The first is the actual video for the song and the second is a live performance by Jewel. The original video is really beautiful.
Note: Use IE7 or Firefox to view the video. It seems the video does not play in IE6 (thanks for pointing this out, Aseem)

Original:




Stage Performance: