I am a jealous guy and a confused one at that. Jealous after my two recent observations and conversations with two seemingly mature men who seem so cocksure about everything happening in their lives. I am confused because I am still groping in the dark, trying to make sense of this chance of a lifetime handed to me - to live my life.
Specimen #1 is an octogenarian, a well-established academician whose mind is still as sharp as a man half his age. To top it up, he is still at it - supervising research papers and reading the latest in his field of interest. Naturally, I have a lot of admiration for his stature, his intellect and age. I tease some gems of wisdom from his experience for my consumption.
I was surprised when he attributed all his achievements to the Divine Powers. There was nothing that he did that was his. I asked him definitely he would reach crossroads and would have floundered or perplexed, not knowing which direction to go. It was about these moments that I was interested. Those moments where he was in a betwixt and between that a crucial decision had to be made, I wanted to desperately know how he made those decisions. Again, his answer was simple. He guides me; I do not make any decisions.
I knew he had a giant murthi erected in his prayer room. And he spent a good few hours sitting, praying, meditating and physically talking to the deity. I have been informed that He talks back.
Specimen #2 is another professional who went through a rough patch early in his life. That event left an indelible mark on him. Still, he has come out of it and found peace, so he says. Striking a conversation by chance, he narrated his life lessons. He found solace in solitaire, the company of himself. People are mostly sending negative vibes; stay away. Easily said, I thought. Whether he likes it or not, a professional has to rub paths with people with different dispositions in the scope of his work. Part of his challenges is to ward off these negativities and be professional. Somehow, my twisted mind, at that juncture, I visualised an image of an ostrich burying his head under the sand, refusing to appreciate the dangerous things around him.
My friend advocated activating the body's chakras and awake the kundalini to attain perfect health, which he had achieved. And he was willing to be my guru to pass that knowledge to me.
Being the eternal sceptic I am, I just took these as conversations one has with a fellow train passenger. Come to each other's destination, all the talks and advice given to each other are forgotten as each finds themselves back in the churn of life.
Meanwhile, I remain confused. But happy that, at least, these two specimens do not have to search. The mission in life is crystal clear. They can see clearly now that the rain is gone. Some would classify them as enlightened and have found the reason for their being. Sadly, it would be enough for a man of proof and science. In their interpretation, they are having hallucinations, the grandeur of reference or probably detached from reality!
I was surprised when he attributed all his achievements to the Divine Powers. There was nothing that he did that was his. I asked him definitely he would reach crossroads and would have floundered or perplexed, not knowing which direction to go. It was about these moments that I was interested. Those moments where he was in a betwixt and between that a crucial decision had to be made, I wanted to desperately know how he made those decisions. Again, his answer was simple. He guides me; I do not make any decisions.
I knew he had a giant murthi erected in his prayer room. And he spent a good few hours sitting, praying, meditating and physically talking to the deity. I have been informed that He talks back.
Specimen #2 is another professional who went through a rough patch early in his life. That event left an indelible mark on him. Still, he has come out of it and found peace, so he says. Striking a conversation by chance, he narrated his life lessons. He found solace in solitaire, the company of himself. People are mostly sending negative vibes; stay away. Easily said, I thought. Whether he likes it or not, a professional has to rub paths with people with different dispositions in the scope of his work. Part of his challenges is to ward off these negativities and be professional. Somehow, my twisted mind, at that juncture, I visualised an image of an ostrich burying his head under the sand, refusing to appreciate the dangerous things around him.
Being the eternal sceptic I am, I just took these as conversations one has with a fellow train passenger. Come to each other's destination, all the talks and advice given to each other are forgotten as each finds themselves back in the churn of life.
Meanwhile, I remain confused. But happy that, at least, these two specimens do not have to search. The mission in life is crystal clear. They can see clearly now that the rain is gone. Some would classify them as enlightened and have found the reason for their being. Sadly, it would be enough for a man of proof and science. In their interpretation, they are having hallucinations, the grandeur of reference or probably detached from reality!
Suseela Thevi Suppiah
ReplyDeleteYour friends have their path where else most of us muddle through it. Am I envious? No I don't think so. I think for those of us who muddle through life, that's our path. I think it's like climbing, there are mountains and valleys. Life's like that climb with all it's up and down.
Sheila Shamuganathan
Everyone have their own journey
Saratha Sinniah
What you believe you manifest….
Enjoyed reading very much
Sri Kamachi Kesavan
Good one
Juliet Mathew
To each his own perception ,beliefs and magical moments...