Passing by I observed a frail looking man with all of his
qualifications to be a mendicant with a virtue of poverty – yes I say virtue of
poverty for what he proved to me was his outright resistance to alms which are
being offered in consonance with his decrepit situation!
Into his mid 40’s, the gentleman stood in front of a temple
of worship – maybe his anger with God was the sole condition of his gesture
– People passed by offering to give alms to this unique juxtaposition but to no
avail, the “Beggar” was hell bent not to take goodies which people were offering
him – to shed their inhibitions about GOD!
In India people visits temples of worship and do their share
of humanity for a pacifying God’s existence in their thoughts and beings – having
done so, they generally shed the burden of the wrongs they have done in their near
past (forget about the entire lifetime they have lived on this planet!). The
Mercy can beguile them to believe that their bit is done.
With all correctness, the urban hermit started to tread an
unequivocal path of buying his own food whilst many had a starred look! How
often would you see a beggar buying his own food with the invisible money he
has sought? With all righteousness and ability of thought and action, he
percolated the regular stance of all of us and that is, he might ask for money
if not fruits and other disposable food items which we generally tend to give
to them in lieu of seeking GOD’s solace!
An old gentleman oblivious to the fact of true character of
this new age hermit starts to chat with him, with an intent to make him believe
and accept the “Goodies” he has brought from his marvel. The situation remains
grim and acclimatized to all of our acceptances, the end result is the same.
With a gluing look the Beggar blabbers – I am not a Beggar
you all think BUT “It is time that has made me come to this compromise of life!”.
All of my family members have discarded the notion that I was a husband to my
wife, a father to my two lovely kids and a son to my Ageing parents!
No one dare asked him the reason for his penury and a situation
--- by the time any one had the guts to approach and unlock this mystery of self-proclamation
, the guy started to walk gently and never looked by – I am in awe with the time when he would meet
me again at the same temple I so often visit and bow, till then The Mystery
just continues and enchants us all with its own altered ways of time !
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