Never stand and drink water, eat food or smoke.
Some one very important from the other world entered in my psychic system last night. The beautiful aspect of it all was that i behaved as well as I should have in real life, with utmost respect.
As I had to go up to his room using a lift, I pressed one bell, but it turned out to be of somebody’s home. A lady came, like a tortoise she put her neck out of the door and kept looking for a long time in the other direction. Finally when she found me as she turned her neck slowly like a mechanical toy, her eyes started blinking faster than our heartbeats. But what i found amusing was, in her eyes she had put enormous amount of kajal, the same one that my mother puts in my eyes every night. I knew it because it was leaving a smell of mustard.
There’s a lot to be said for tradition, for stability and for the foundation that the status quo gives us to move forward. But, if we were in the night sitting to analyze our day, our processes and our assumptions, how many things we think we do simply because we are in the habit? It’s impossible to try every option, to explore every alternative and examine how every other culture or every second competitor does things, but. If we don’t even know we’re doing things by rote, by repetition, by memory; then when will we be restless enough to try to make them better?
I landed from the dark sky to a place where after filming; some random crew was sitting and eating, inside an old, broken, ruined palace. Out of so many, there were three men who were looking towards the sky, in the night at the constellations which were magically becoming and leaving, like it happens in a planetorium. It was so close that one could go up on the roof and take out a few stars and make an unknown constellation anew.
On a mountain pass a car trudging up had three nuts each in all its tires.
But when somebody did go up to try touching one giant star it started to gobble him slowly. It was at this moment when the noise of so many drums, beating, people singing without rhythm like a hoolaa-baloo reached us. Everything vanished. And I found myself in Nath Nagri, abode of Shiva, in Uttar Pradesh, which in 1966 got famous for an earring that fell in bazaar of Bareilly.
It was quiet late in the night already but I could see people walking, far away from each other, looking straight like zombies. No one had masks. And no one apart from the dancing, drum beating crowd seemed to have any company. Even around that time of the night things weren’t looking normal, unlike the noisy quietness of the night, hustle bustle of the yesteryears market. There were some foreigners who were at the forefront of the dancing troupe and wore almost nothing, and had seemingly taken bath with milk. Slowly everyone started to gather at the backside of a truck. Soon all the noise and madness turned into a secretive silence of an early morning misery, the worst of all kinds.
Are you Narayan?
Do you think this body, mind that you have is yours?
Of course, Yes.
So, you mean that you can control your blinking?
Can you control your breath?
Oh dear, No.
Your organs, growing of your hair, nails?
Well, you see when almost nothing in your body works as per you, then can you even call them yours. In reality if you only understand one language, and if it is English just remember telling yourself from time to time; I am not this body, and I am not this mind. This will do you good.
Logically, somebody who never puts an effort into anything should be the master of effortlessness. But no, it is not so. If you want to know effortlessness, you need to know effort. When you reach the peak of effort, you become effortless. Only a person who knows what it is to work understands rest. Paradoxically, those who are always resting know no rest; they can only sink into dullness and lethargy. But this must not be the way life should go.
Merry Christmas to everyone and in India, together we also celebrate the birth of “Bhagawad Gita” today, as it happened in the battleground of Kurukshetra approximately 5087 years ago; calculated through the descriptions of constellations present then, over Haryana, in India.
And even as 2020 was a terrible year for too many people, some people are still able to trust. To trust in others, to trust in possibility and to trust in themselves.
There are still many problems to be solved.
There are many families, many people to help, to serve them in these times. And thus a chance, one opportunity is to make things better.
Next week is going to be one such moment.
Wishes to all.