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IMPATIENT KINDNESS
CHAPTER-1:-
In the deep woods, there
tumbled a heavy log of wood hovering around the small hut where young jeyantha
ordered his jumbo elephant to get quick with the job. Unless the wooden logs
are sold in the town, he would not get his daily bread. His moody dad never
helped him instead he lazily put his body to rest on the cot. Young boy w
strong and agile to keep with his work from dawn to dusk.
Jeyantha, grew as an
illiterate boy in the jungle, but he could understand languages spoken all
over. His honest smile was loved by
everyone in the village. The hut was situated in the snowy Himalayan mountains
near kedarnath. His mind was pure and pristine as snow in his virtue. High
brick houses were never his image in mind. In his life he saw only rustic
nature in its original good shape.
Umpteen clouds covered
the blue smooth sky, so satin- like in its appearance. One evening, as he
soberly hopped in the lousy lighted street of the village, he kicked on his
heels, a big shell, a conch. He had never seen one at all in his lifetime.
Probably, someone should have flicked it from the tilak sadhu in the temple on
the hilltop. He had seen the man quite often but has never touched his
belongings. Jeyantha was innately curious as a 14-year-old boy, he grabbed the
conch and held it close to his bosom. Did he not go to his hut as always to
prepare hot rotis on the urn, patiently making it for his lazy father? Only
when he felt hungry did he rush home. This moment he intended to explore the
stolen gift- the conch.
Go in pinnacle of
happiness you find your true self. Pure veda operates on this coined phrase by
the gods, before creation. Jeyantha had always been in his own pinnacle of
happiness, serene satisfaction in his life. He never had big wishes from
fairies, nor had lust for luxuries. Simplicity was his adorning crown.
Biologists would call him atypical hippie or a wandering saint.
Here, we see his first
step into fantasy, a shiny, polished, thing, shining in his hand. Jeyantha took
the conch carefully from his ragged, sling bag. He was excited to hold it in
his rough, dirty hands. Indeed, a cool boy of his age would be delighted with a
playstsation. Hopeless joy is poor in peace than innocent joy. He had noticed
the sadhu blow the conch, keeping it clutched in his hands , holding it close
to his mouth. Today, he has got it to see it happen.
Jeyantha, took it,
tightly clasped in his hands, and blew heavy sigh into the mouthpiece. What a
miracle!
It created a deep
resonating sound in his own hears, almost deafening. King of flowers, lotus
blooms every time a conch is blown. Jeyantha, impatiently ran into the streets
blowing conch madly rejoicing. As a small boy, he had heard that Lord Mahadev
himself gaited on the snowy mountains, dancing in ecstasy during day and night.
His rising siren of the sound echoed as Om. “Well, this is unbelievable I am
able to do it. I am Mahadev, in person. My conch reverberates Om, all over. “
CHAPTER-2
In the dark room of the
poorly lit house, an old man was incredibly sad and upset about his life. He
was a single father, a poor wood cutter, helping to cut huge logs. His only
asset was his axe, the big jumbo elephant he treated as his elder son.
Jeyantha’s dad was very tired of his poverty. He had hated to live and was
awaiting death to call on him.
In fact, his own mom died
only of poverty. Nowhere, did jeyantha understood what pain and poverty is. He
enjoyed the simple hut, extremely airy with no windows to shut. He loved to lie
down on the floor in his woollen quilt, watching the stars in the night. His
own sweater he got from his grandmom was so cosy and warm. God had blessed him
with a big boon- self-compliance in his own life.
Jeyantha hopped happily
into the hut with the conch in his hands. His tummy was empty with hunger. He
went inside and was glad to see a cloth tied knot of hot rotis with boiled
smooth potatoes added with hing and jeera. He loved the aroma of hing and jeera
along with the Himalayan salt. Food was delicious in its own simple style. His
ganga didi was so kind to cook for him and his dad even though she was a neighbour
next door.
Food in his mouth with
dollop of potato rolled into the roti, he tried to think of his kind pool of joy
he gets when he feeds his elephant with sugarcane and few others. Love of
seeing his pet animal being fed was his best hobby. However, tonight was
different. He saw that the weather was very rough. It could rain heavily some
days with an avalanche of snow. He knew that night was special with a paradigm
shift in their lives. Could it be premonition or intuitive mind? Whatever it
could be, jeyantha felt the herald of God coming to him. His innate soul had
always lord Mahadev in every tiny cell and nerves. His God was the mountain he
saw in front of his eyes as soon he gets up, the mountain that follows him when
he cuts the wood, when jumbo carries logs
and he chides jumbo, caressingly. These mountains were everywhere and
were imbibed in him too. Some eerie thought encouraged him to venture into the
darkest night and visualize his Lord, Mahadev in darkness too. How would these
gigantic rocks look like in the twilight brightness! He decided to start his
night safari in the dire dangerous cliffs he has seen from his childhood. Dingy
torch lit hands had prepared itself to be ready to face the pure spirit of
heavenly bliss in treading mountains.
Moving out of the house,
he had the gait of a gigantic lion with the ferocious intention to see his
distant dream. His boots were mere gunny boots and the sweater needed a veil to
wrap against chilling wind. Rain god had also witnessed his presence with
incessant showers on the open ground, making it wet and slushy. He would
normally worry about the weather being very unsupportive to him. The new moon
in the sky was no moon after all.
Jeyantha heard the cry of
the tiny glowworms being too loud suddenly as it was deadly silent. Jeyantha
earned a lot of courage in his mind. He spoke to himself, “ oh, lord Mahadev!
May you be with me in this night walk. I have qualified myself to delineate my
path of security and unleash the power of eternal bliss in righteous faith in
you. Hope I find my search gifted. Aloud in his heart, he shouted” hara hara
Mahadeva”.
In this context, it is
surprising to see a naïve lad in his teens, to be so determined in his search
for truth. Well, it concludes to say that even though jeyantha was a mere
headgazer in the hills, he was a strong soul in his self even as a small boy.
He would always see his internal mind filled with sound of the conch and drum.
Some days, a miniature portrait of his lord in his ecstatic dance, a scintillating
tandav too would be his treat. His language could give him all the verses of
Upanishad too-“tvameva sarvam mama devadeva”. You are the consciousness in all
as the Lord. His birth was a big pleasure to the mountains when he walked his
infant steps. Jeyantha was a self-attained pure soul, born only to experience
bliss.
Now, he could see the
darkest portrayal of the familiar bright mountains. He walked fast with his
sling bag and the stick he uses on his elephant. He felt bad that he did not
wake up jumbo, still he was bent over in savouring adventure in solitude. The
rocks were slippery, the path was mushy, no light in it since he believed he
can take the help of his inner light than the torch. There was not an iota of
fear in him, instead he was keen to see the premonition of dance in darkness,
with carousel of fire as the light, the jwala, flames of extreme wilderness amid
the darkness. He had wanted to see how fire can be seen in the otherwise snowy
mountain of kedarnath.
He was new to science and
civilization, but somehow, he felt it must be thrilling to watch. He had no
clue as to how he could bring it real. He galloped in speed and reached the
peak of the hilltop. He sat on a huge rock, which was shaped oblong, with the
sling bag placed nearby. His eyes could not see anything except the silvery
thread of the silent Ganga flowing. He had always felt her lap wet with
motherly affection after his own mother’s demise. He knew no chants except om
Mahadeva, the word god himself taught him. The tilak sadhu in the temple would
say’ trayambakam yajamahe, sugandhim pushtivardhanam, urvarukhamiva bandhanath,
mrithyor muksheeya maamrithath”. He knew it was the vedic solemn harangue to
invoke parameshwara in him. However, he settled on to the short chant” om Mahadevaya namaha”.
His eyes didn’t close at
all since he feared he could miss the dream turn into reality soon. In the
deepest hope of seeing his lord in his naked eyes, looked like some karmic need
for him and hence he didn’t shut his eyelids to pray. In sheer meditative mind,
one can see the almighty all in his own soul. However, jeyantha had a lost mind
always which was wandering all over like the lost clouds. Kindling interest was
engulfed in impulsive thoughts, hence his eyeballs moved to and fro like watching
English tennis. The night was fervent with turbulent wind and light showers. He
oozed out in joy of wonder when he saw the lightening. He immediately blew the
conch loudly. The resonance synced with the thunder
CHAPTER-3
On the pile of rocks, was
his lost thoughts that meandered to see the lord’s vision. But it took no
effect on the limelight darkness of the night. Impatient was his mind to rush
through the chant faster and faster, who knew it could bring the vision faster
too. The question of fire was pitched as tough and impossible. It was hard and
incredulous a surface where it was unheard to bring bold fire and blissful
dance. Jeyantha loved the vision because he hated silence. An oxymoron, since
hills were silent only with nature’s sounds. He still sang his own tune always
and spoke to his friend, jumbo. The villagers above the hill, also laughed and
chatted loudly. Tonight too, it was loud, vivacious with thunderous noise, his
conch and the flowing waters.
Bitten by a coiled snake,
he hit his stick hard on the snake’s hood. It was a non-poisonous water-snake,
so he suffered no loss of consciousness. The pain was in his ankle, he could
not sit upright. He lied down on the cold rocks. In few seconds, he drifted off
to sleep. Ablaze in bright light, he saw the illustrious sight. The lord
mahadev was nobly seated on the rocks, fire encircling his body. His eyes shone
like blue diamonds; his body was pinnacle of the vision as blue shades of grey
mixed with black. Our imagination is better than sleep, if it is a feign sleep.
Jeyantha enjoyed the feign sleep in his eyes. His heart pounded to see the
lord’s dance too. So, he continued the state.
What a surprise!
Everything changed. The rocks, the river, the flames, the dark clouds, the rain
drops every minute object danced lilting to the sound of the thunder. The lord’s
smile illuminated stronger than the dancing flames. What a divine vision he was
gifted with! Jeyantha could feel the world dancing to the heavenly tune of the
cosmos. His novice wish has been fulfilled after all. The impatient chant from
an impatient soul had brought immense kindness in the lord to shower his grace.
Jeyantha was unaware of
time until he saw the twilight strike in his eyes thereby hiding the darkness.
He was quite unhappy to open his fakery shut eyelids, but extremely satisfied
in seeing the ceremonious truth in full sublime peace. He picked up his bag,
smiled to himself. An innocent boy’s dream that he was adamant to witness had
brought victory to him. He knew the day awaited jumbo, his hard work on logs,
the hot porridge and above all the dull, boring world without his pinnacle of Shiva
in the light that others miss.
CONCLUSION
This short fable does not
hold importance to anything except jeyantha, the protagonist and his dream. If
everyone can see through darkness like him, then there is serene light in all
our souls.
Om namah shivaya.
By,
A.vishal
