Nirvana Ashram (Banofee Pie 4)

It was 4 AM. Dark and chilly. Few moments before the dawn. Beetles and other insects too were quiet around this time of the night. Few people were walking along the course of the Ganges, indifferent to the spine chilling weather. It was their routine. Rudra glanced at sky once and realised they would still make it before sunrise to the Ashram. Without a word, he kept going.

 

Nirvana Ashram was a home for countless number of people. There was no rich, no poor, no black no white. There were no idols of worship. Aghora baba lived by and had taught everyone but one principle; “Aham Brahmasmi” or “I am the Infinite Reality“. Whenever the people felt tired and lost hope, they would to walk into Nirvana Ashram. It was open to anyone who could reach there on their own feet. Aghora baba, was a legend according to many. No One had seen him in last 50 years. Many feared him dead but none could say that in front of Mahakaal, current supreme of the Ashram. He never claimed that position but was most cherished person in the Ashram. No One knew his real name or his birthplace or for that fact of matter his age. Mahakaal believed in complete well-being. His chiseled body, calm as ever face were evident of the same.

 

They have arrived”, said Mimansa in a low tone as she entered his wooden cabin. “Send someone to summon them for the morning routines.”

“Are you sure about it? They must have been tired,  have been traveling continuously for a few days now. Some rest is required.”

“Everything else can wait. This is really important” said Kaal, stroking Mimansa’s chin. She was going to say something in protest but he silenced her with a deep passionate kiss. They broke the kiss before the things slipped off from their hands.

“The sun is about to rise, I’d better get going” she said and left the room with a smile on her face. Kaal adjusted his clothes and started preparing for Nitya-kriya, shifting his focus from the passionate love making with Mimansa the previous night.

 

At Nirvana Ashram, nature was considered supreme. Every individual staying at the Ashram followed the routine of bathing in the Ganges followed by Surya-Pooja, worship of the mighty sun. This followed an hour of physical activities and ended with meditation. People then engaged into activities like cleaning , introspection and anything else that suited them.

 

Rudra and his men appeared in front of Mahakaal  within a few minutes and offered namaskara. He smiled and signaled them to follow him for the rituals. “Tell me what is happening?” asked Kaal after the rituals. When Rudra finished narrating him the whole story, Kaal was already out his seat and ready to move. Rudra realized that he had underestimated the situation at hand and followed Kaal in silent.

 

T.B.C

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Tale of the new city 

So it’s been a few weeks since I’ve moved to Bangalore. Slowly and steadily I’m getting a hang of the city. I’m getting used to the coffees and masala less chai(well, sort of). I’ve accepted Idli as staple breakfast till I’m here. After taking nemorous rides by uber and ola and waking around  few miles, lay Sunday I decided to the unthinkable. I took the public transport!!!!. Yes, in a city where you can’t pronounce names of the areas and don’t understand a word of language of the natives, it’s quite a courageous step.😊 These journey had totally three unrelated experiences.

Mine was a transit journey. While the bus was sluggishly crawling into a Sunday traffic of this great metropolitan full of concrete jungle, one thing caught my attention. Amidst the highrise buildings and never ending housing socities, there was a small, small ground. The ground where kids were playing soccer in a little drizzle. Must have been not older than 15 any. They looked like the kids from the workers of a construction site nearby. They might have worked way too hard to want that Sunday play. They​ struggle everyday for survival, but at that moment, they were happy. They were living that moment. 

This got me thinking. Most of us work Monday to Saturday just so that we can pay the bills. Bills are very important but as well is living. Materialistic happiness attracts us more. Once we achieve that material we run behind other and the cycle never ends. Happiness for us is getting limited to achieve tengible things. I don’t see many people now going out , dancing their heart out to the rains. A friend recently shared a message saying “don’t get so busy making a living that you forgot to live.” 

My thoughts were put to a halt when the driver pulled the breaks. A man boarded the bus. Looking at him immediately made me smile. A 70 year old Sardarji. He sat next to me and immediately hit the conversation. “I’m an ex-army. I was happily living my retired life in Chandigarh. My son is settled in the US, daughter married and settled in Bangalore. Two years back we migrated here so that we could stay close to her. But, ‘pind di gal na hai’.” He spoke about how folks in Chandigarh met daily in parks to discuss any topic they liked and how it was not the same here, but he stayed for his kids. He was delighted when he learnt I stayed in Goa for 16 years. The place is special cause his kids were born there and also how there was no restrictions in past.

I was seeing life from the eyes of a 70 year old retired army officer , who also was a father and a husband and a family man. He wasn’t very happy may be about having to spend retired life in an unknown city away from home, but he made that sacrifice for his kid’s happiness. Our parents live their lives for their parents in their youth and for their kids when they grow old. If I can be even if one tenth of my parents, I’d be happy. It was time to bid goodbye to Sardarji.

And third and final thing, it’s just a myth that bechalors live a messy life. Even spinsters can be equally messy. 😂