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Sunday, June 30, 2013

Surrender

Surrender

The weather seemed dusky and dull, but then it wasn’t cluttered as his life. A few years ago, when he accepted the saffron robe and the rudraksha that ornamented his divinity, if only he knew these would get him tagged a ‘fraud’. Numerous offences and disgrace to his vocation. He never raised voice against any faith nor inspired communal resentment.  However his efforts to change the conduct of the society towards a better living were mistaken for godly enthuses.
And so he started living
Some labelled him as reincarnation of an ancient sage, whereas some termed him the son of Ganges, A few even Relied on him as their only faith and belief, the sole almighty. He silently wished he could bring a stop to this, certain yogic powers and Vedic knowledge could have portrayed him as a magician to many an innocent, but   then he could no more hold sway over what was happening around him.

That which was once a pure belief and practice had now been transformed into a sheer mode of earning money
It was not about providing shelters to the needy or donating to relief funds, it was about the money that flew in as a support from his believers, then it  couldn’t be charity alone. Ashrams extended to tourist homes, Clinics to specialty centers and schools to university.

A mind that was once lost in peace was now in search for the same.  Political alliances, international meetings , he had no more been a sadhu, he was then a baba, swami and what not for many a subjects.
Be it the wealthy politicians seeking blessings for a election victory or the cricketer seeking higher run rate, wealth flew into babas treasury and greed took over.
Today as he loosened the firm grip at his rudraksh japamala, sights of police vans and income tax cars could not  stand him longer.
A swindler..a fraud, he wasn’t a trickster, he related his life to the sad end it has to witness, he lived it all, the stories that he taught his subject, he story of King Midas whose touch  be gold, the story of pied piper whose tunes dissolved many a innocent people , and today the story of the their god, ends without a moral.. Empty and regretful
HE left lose the japamala , and searched through the golden robes in his wardrobe, many a accolades, many a gifts ,he had to SURRENDER it all..And beneath the red silk wrapped box of jewels and japamalas, therein he found his course to victory
His sole possession, and the next grip on the trigger,   the pigeons abode on the high dome of the ashram flew away in fright and so did him, God of many





10 comments:

  1. Theme was really good .. but I think, it is lacking somewhere, flow of words.. I mean while reading I felt as if some words or lines r missing .. maybe m wrong :)

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    1. /Thank you so much Bhavana. And I am definitely gonna fill the loopholes herein in this post soon

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  2. Excellent.There is a lesson in this.A seeker of God should shun the people and go into hiding.If one is fond of admirers, devotees,publicity and leans on social work,he ceases to be a seeker of truth and is reduced to an ordniary mortal.He soon exposes his clay feet.I liked the end

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    1. Exactly
      That is what i actualy wanted to convey through this post . Thank you sir

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  3. interesting and good...

    thanks reavathi...

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  4. Overall it's a good and well decorated gift box which has minor glitches and some commendable sentences to the plot.
    Eg: (A few years ago, when he accepted the saffron robe and the rudraksha that ornamented his divinity, if only he knew these would get him tagged a ‘fraud’.) this could be much enhanced by (Years ago he wasn't tagged a fraud, but years after the world called him so. His saffron robe and rudraksha doesn't meant much now....) and little some of such minor improvements. Always give close care to conjunctions. It may be small but binds the plot well.

    "The commendable lines"
    There are some nicely weaved sentences too.
    (the pigeons abode on the high dome of the ashram flew away in fright)
    (A swindler..a fraud, he wasn’t a trickster, he related his life to the sad end it has to witness)

    Looking forward to some great stuffs who have written article like "Madarasa"
    Happy Writing "Madarasa girl"

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  5. Thank you for your comment on my post about my nails! :) The trick with the newspaper print is rubbing alcohol. Much love and thank you also for the congratulations! Haha, brought a smile to my face! xxx

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