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Another sanyasi

Remember once I had talked about an aged sanyasi whom I see everyday at one of the bus stops, with fruits, talcum powder for face and other things and that I was surprised as I had thought till then that sanyas meant leaving worldly desires behind? Well, he disappeared after some months and that place was occupied by another sanyasi. The surprising thing is, this one too wears good saffron clothes, combs his hair after oiling, is a bit younger than the other but still old, applies talcum powder everyday to his face, beard..., eats apples, oranges and what not... He looks wealthy enough to buy costly fruits. And though I guess all human beings have a right to good food, clothing... I was just surprised. And I have been wanting to speak to him, just haven't got the courage to do so yet. What if he tells me to go to 'hell'? But I have many questions. Where did the old sanyasi go? From where did the present one come? Why is he like this? Where does he spend his days and cold n

Is it natural?

Somebody once told me that small businessmen in villages or towns who thought they were influential, who were once rich by their own right and arrogant because of their wealth, are fading away because now nobody cares for their wealth. I find this applies to zamindars too. I have seen once-rich-and-feared zamindars losing their teeth like old, frail tigers because nobody cares for their wealth or fears them anymore in their own villages. I have seen the poor who once worked as slaves under the zamindars, now openly defy them. This is the natural course of globalisation and commercialisation, you don't need naxalism for this. The landlords are being slowly replaced by these two factors. I wish to know your opinions on this.

What is the use of a lesson?

When I read the lines in the below two posts, I felt that I just have to share it with the world. Hence, I have quoted them. I have written enough about love, but it seems its never enough. Emotions may bog us down, but they also teach us an unforgettable lesson each time, and for that lesson, for that experience, we need those emotions. But my question is, what is the use of a lesson if we are ultimately left only with that lesson, that feeling, that experience? What is the use if we do not have any more love left within us, just a bitter lesson learnt? 

The road is still open...

It is only after leaving that you discover the city within you has changed, and its roads wind now to different destinations. After the end of love there is the unloving, when you can engage in the ceaseless hunt for all those things to be taken out, and somehow discarded; when you can fight against the new roads and try, futilely, to return to what you were before. There is though, another choice. Half the story of love is the discovery of it as you put it behind you. And with that discovery comes the knowledge that your own journey is still incomplete. The maps have changed, the continents have shifted, and the horizons are not the ones you remember. However, the road is still open and there is much to see, but only if you have the courage to see that the first step is always a departure.  -- A storyteller's tale by Omair Ahmad

Fools?!

Fools who see mirages in the desert and convince themselves they are real, who fall in love with ideas and illusions, give their whole hearts up to them, and blame reality when it intrudes, who strive for that which can never be theirs.   -- A Storyteller's Tale by Omair Ahmad