I was ready.. Wore my finest Versace suit, dabbed the most fragrant Yves saint laurent on me, encircled the rolex and asked the driver to get the Mercedes out of the parking lot. I had this great sense of achievement, sense of fulfillment, the false aura of invincibility.. I was pie-eyed with greed, lust, carnal and lascivious colour of power. Nothing could shake my potent belief in myself.. Little did I know how incapacitated, paralyzed and impotent I was in reality.. But like everything else in life, reality also chose to teach me by taking the scruff out of me.. That was 2009..
Contrary to my fear and anxiety, my train journey was turning out to be an experience of travel in the truest sense of the word.. It was like the first kiss.. Unforgettable, memorable and most importantly unplanned. It was like the world had wrapped the arms around me, as if the world tilted on its axis and the constellation performed the most wonderful ballet. I was beginning to see the light of hope, rays of beatitude and glint of jubilance.. My journey had started..It was 2010..
The city of Rameshwaram welcomed me with unbearable noise and chaos. The heat was enerygy sapping. Stench of sweat and perspiration was overwhelming. One didnt need the hangman's noose to die, for the traffic of Rameshwaram was capable enough to bestow the obligation. But despite the frailities of the place, I knew I would get all my answers here.. I could not contain my smile.. My excitement was childlike and palpable. In the melee of getting soaked in the place, I forgot, I was insatiably gluttonous.. I went to the first available restaurant and ordered a rather large piece of dosa. Had I not been hungry, I would have thought twice before entering the 'KUTTU'S ABODE'. Flies were in abundance, chottu's all 5 fingers were neatly soaked in the water glasses that he carried and the chef was perpetually drowned in his own sweat and a liberal dose of his salty water was also being offered to the cooked food.. I changed my mind.. I ordered a bottle of mineral water and a few packs of south indian chips and promptly left Kuttu's abode promising never to return.. The ashram was a pleasant change from the cacophony of the city.. It was quiet and the tranquil sound of waves emanating from the confluence of Mahodadhi (Bay of bengal) and Ratnakara (Indian Ocean) was enough to put my tumultous mind to ease.. I slept that night with contentment. 4 days of spiritual journey awakened me.. I knew, I was born empty handed and would die empty handed.. I was beginning to see life in a different colour.. It was January 2011..
I am happy with what I have.. I don't desire the luxuries of life.. I only desire peace and happiness for everyone.. I am satisfied with my life.. I will die a happy man.. IT IS TODAY..
Contrary to my fear and anxiety, my train journey was turning out to be an experience of travel in the truest sense of the word.. It was like the first kiss.. Unforgettable, memorable and most importantly unplanned. It was like the world had wrapped the arms around me, as if the world tilted on its axis and the constellation performed the most wonderful ballet. I was beginning to see the light of hope, rays of beatitude and glint of jubilance.. My journey had started..It was 2010..
The city of Rameshwaram welcomed me with unbearable noise and chaos. The heat was enerygy sapping. Stench of sweat and perspiration was overwhelming. One didnt need the hangman's noose to die, for the traffic of Rameshwaram was capable enough to bestow the obligation. But despite the frailities of the place, I knew I would get all my answers here.. I could not contain my smile.. My excitement was childlike and palpable. In the melee of getting soaked in the place, I forgot, I was insatiably gluttonous.. I went to the first available restaurant and ordered a rather large piece of dosa. Had I not been hungry, I would have thought twice before entering the 'KUTTU'S ABODE'. Flies were in abundance, chottu's all 5 fingers were neatly soaked in the water glasses that he carried and the chef was perpetually drowned in his own sweat and a liberal dose of his salty water was also being offered to the cooked food.. I changed my mind.. I ordered a bottle of mineral water and a few packs of south indian chips and promptly left Kuttu's abode promising never to return.. The ashram was a pleasant change from the cacophony of the city.. It was quiet and the tranquil sound of waves emanating from the confluence of Mahodadhi (Bay of bengal) and Ratnakara (Indian Ocean) was enough to put my tumultous mind to ease.. I slept that night with contentment. 4 days of spiritual journey awakened me.. I knew, I was born empty handed and would die empty handed.. I was beginning to see life in a different colour.. It was January 2011..
I am happy with what I have.. I don't desire the luxuries of life.. I only desire peace and happiness for everyone.. I am satisfied with my life.. I will die a happy man.. IT IS TODAY..
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