This life is a combination of destiny and desire. It is
difficult to answer whether the desire sets the destiny or vice versa. The
combination becomes a chaotic competition sometimes where the mind gropes for a
constant conclusion.
Leo sent us a message on February 4th 2015 regarding
our next day class and the money for our Mangalore trip. “Class at 9:30 AM
tomorrow by Doctor KSA. Those who are coming to Mangalor do kindly bring Rs
1000 for booking train tickets. Good night…”
It was fifth February 2015. I had to get up early to catch
that 7:00 train in Thiruninravur which would directly go to Nungambakkam
railway station. Hence, I got up, reached the railway station, got the train
and fortunately got the seat also in the very next station. Pattabiram came.
The train was filled with crowd. I heard the noise of some ladies who were
trying to get in to the train. They were totally 3 with one 3 years old kid.
Shortly they managed to get inside that is near to me. The mother of that kid
got the place first and sat which was on my right. Scarcely, one more person
who was in the right corner got up and gave place to the lady who accompanied
them. It must be either the friend or the sister of that kid’s mother. She came
and sat on my right and sent the mother to the corner along with the kid. I had
to shrink my body for it was a woman. Simultaneously, the grandmother of the
kid got the opposite seat and sat in front of me.
I wist readers, my stupid seating arrangements looks like
reasoning questions which are ask in
competitive exams. But it ends here. Here after the journey will perpetuate
only with the kid and his mother.
The kid was holding the milk bottle at his hand. The mother
showed him the other train which was coming in the opposite direction. He
started uttering “Tain! Tain!” R was silent it seemed. The train was passing
our train. The kid stretched his little fingers outside the window. The mother
yelled at him and deflected. She told him not to stretch his finger out. The
train was not even going on the next track in fact far from that. I assumed
that he was trying to touch the other train. This life functions with
assumptions than truths. The mother was still hindering his hand. I don’t know whether
it is truth or assumption, desires always travel with obstacles. The kid had
forgotten that he was already in a train or the mother might not have told him
while sitting. Whatever, he was craving to touch the other one which was far
from his fingers. It was not strange to me for we also forget that we already
got something called “life” and invariably interested on others.
Desire, the child taught me, is not what we want rather what
we can’t. The whole compartment was witnessing the kid’s comportment. One of
them told him to drop the bottle for fun. “Don’t tell him Sir he will do
scarcely and we can’t do anything till Chengalpattu comes.” I understood that
they had to get down in Chengalpattu. Their destiny was far from mine. Another
train came, in the opposite direction as before, the kid started shouting, the
mother started deflecting his hands again which was about to move out of the
window. He whimpered, she kissed, he laughed, she liked. What to do? He didn’t
know that his destiny was long. He didn’t know that his desire was wrong though
it was strong. The grandmother took the kid from his mother and asked to eat
her breakfast. She added while taking, “He won’t let you eat and disturb you so
give him and eat.” The child is the desire of a mother but sometimes becomes a
disturbance also. Musing the situation,
I fathomed that we are all the forms of the desire of the formless god and
never fail to disturb him like that child. Like that mother, god is suffering
for creating us and we are suffering for getting created.
Beach station came. The woman, the sister/friend of that
mother, got up and sat with that kid’s grandma. I felt relieved and guessed
that the mother also would occupy the place which was opposite to me. But, it
didn’t happen. I would be relaxed whenever I get corner seats for I can easily identify
stations through noises. She was still
there and dropped the kid down from her lap for some time. He came to me and
yanked my shoulder down to bend but he couldn’t. Then he attempted to pull and
unlock the zip of my bag but failed. I was simply sitting and observing him.
The mother scolded him with love. I felt sad for that kid for losing thrice. He
attempted to touch the train but couldn’t. Then tried pulling my coolers but
couldn’t. Finally my bag but got stopped.
How many trains we wrongly desired and failed to reach? How
many coolers we didn’t get when they were at the edge of our hands? How many
minds we failed to unlock after trying so hard?
When we lose something, we have to understand that it is already
written that it is not written for us.
The mother took back her child and placed him on her lap. She
conversed with him. “We are going to meet your father! Happy? Sleep well now. You
can meet your father soon.” She insisted him to sleep. Initially he said no but
later lied down. There was not enough space for the child to sleep so his
mother placed his head on my lap and I said nothing. Who will decry the
presence of heaven when it falls on the lap? The head was not heavy. He started
blabbering and groping my body by stretching his sacred hands. It looked like
he was singing. It looked like he was uttering something. It looked like he was
blabbering. I couldn’t savvy anything. What to do? Even spoken words are beyond
understanding, then how to understand his mystic sayings?
I thought of travelling till he wakes up and forgot that
Nungambakkam station which was my actual destiny. Tony sir asked us to come
after 9:30 I recollected. Even it takes time; I can convince him I happily convinced
myself. The kid was my priority at that time. I didn’t want his peace to be
disturbed and I should not be his disturbance. The train was nearing
Nungambakkam. I made up my mind and decided not to get down and not even get up
from the seat. But he got up from my lap and started teaching that holy lesson.
His mother asked, “Won’t you sleep?” he didn’t show interest in sleeping she
understood. I raised and started walking away to get down for the station had
come. Why did he get up? How did he know me getting down here? Was it an
accident? No… No… it wasn’t an accident I realized and trying to study his
behaviour. His stillness intruded in to my mind as words. This must have been
his preaching I believed.
“You reached your destiny! This is your destiny and that is
why I got up from your lap. Get down. I am your desire. You liked and thought
of owning me for some time. This life is a mystery. We don’t like which we own
and we don’t own which we like. If we can’t get what we want, it means that is
not we really wanted. When desire comes destiny disappears. When destiny comes
desires disappear. You saw me losing thrice right? And that is the lesson I want
to teach you. Our destiny can be our desire but desire should not be our
destiny. Desire is something that we like and destiny is something that we
understand before start liking. When we fully understand ourselves, we can
understand our destiny also.”
I got down in the station, reached my college and entered in
to my class. No one was present there. I started recollecting the incident. The child would reach Chengalpattu soon and he
will meet father who is going to his temporary destiny I said to myself. I didn’t
expect that lesson from that kid which was far from my knowledge. But, I gathered
one thing from that child. Let our desire not be the disturbance to the peace.
Buddham saranam gacchami.
Dhammam saranam gacchami.
Sangham saranam gacchami.
Om Shanti Shanti Shanti.
Style of pragmatics s enshrined n Ur description.
ReplyDeleteThanks Janet for reading and always giving your valuable comments.
ReplyDeleteStarting to blabber your philosophical interpretation Anna? Very nice! When such situation in which what we like becomes unreachable, we must think about a beautiful line that is “Change which you cannot accept and accept which you cannot change” by S. Vinoth (Anna) and must try satisfying our self. Is it not?
ReplyDeleteThanks Kishore.
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