What can one say about a girl, who swirled to the beats of U2, Alanis, Led Zepellin…; who was fearless to have piercings and tattoos carved all over her body; who craved to bungee jump from terrace after pulling a pot. In one word, I am talking about a total-JUNKIE!!!
The English connoisseurs won’t be in favour of this new generation offbeat lingo, but hey I am here to represent the lost youth and count me in!!!
“LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL”, was the Hollywood blockbuster that I had seen few months back but I realised that my life on the contrary wasn’t beautiful; instead of being a blockbuster, it was completely busted. Things don’t always turn out the way you want them to and it never did turn 4 me as I can recall…………………….
I have passed two decades and four years, of my life on this doomed planet and when I look back, there are only few occasions that I can call worthwhile and my own. Since my childhood, I have been cot in a whirlpool of emotions, though I don’t happen to be mawkish in my display. One of the reasons for me to be so private and confined is that ppl around me have come in different shades, changing colours faster that a chameleon, who in this regard wuld run 4 cover. But 4 now, I wanted to runaway 4m all this to a place of permanence.
Soon, train of thots that filled my ‘achy brain’ was halltd by the ringing of the doorbell. I wondered who wished to visit a solitary reaper’s suffocated in dungeon. I turned the doorknob to find a hand strtched towards me offerin me a train ticket to PUNE. He was my travel agent and I was more than pleased to receive him, which was a rare sight. The ticket lay in the soft enclosure of my sweaty palms; they were the key to my destination-my ultimate SALVATION!!!
I was headed 4 Pune but it felt like I was headed 4 a pilgrimage to OSHO ASHRAM. My homage was due, to the only hope, the only faith in my life – I call him a FRIEND others LORD SHIVA.
It felt kinda strange that I was in Pune for 3 years but never visited OSHO ASHRAM and when I was miles away, I felt I am not going to Pune but to a place where I will get some answers.
PUNE was and is beautiful and the hills were breathtakin!!!
After my visualizations to the Ashram and German Bakery at Koregoan Park. I hitchhiked my way in search for a sacred place by a truck with two oriental guys on either side of me. They were flattered to receive so many dimpled smiles thrown in their direction. The result- they zoomed the vehicle 2 hrs be4 xpected time. This was a little odd as 2 not too good looking guys, getting a whole lotta attention from a beautiful girl all alone under their mercy, the pace of the vehicle should be slow and their heart pace should be faster. But I guess decency is still alive and for me, this was an added 4 sure. The monetary help offered by me was bluntly turned down in the true Pune sprit as they and I headed along the road less travelled respectively……
It was almost dark when I checked in a motel named “ATITHI”, which acc to my limited knowledge of Hindi meant a “GUEST”.
The next morning was luminous with the bright rays of the sunshinin as ever in its brilliance. As I walked on, in search of hitchhiking Maratha’s property again. I waved to the children along the dusty roadside, who belonged to the alien land, which now seemed so close to my roots and me as well. Soon, again a truck carried me to make my long journey short. A jerk and a sudden halt woke me up. I peeped sideways, sittin at the back of the truck to witness a line of colourful flags, flyin high in harmony near a gate. I knew that instant that I have reached the very place which unravels the spirituality within me. I was in …… KHANDALA^^^!!!
I stood there face to face with the mighty hills. My feet trembled to walk the way to hug it. One boulder was replete with inscriptions and shlokas in Sanskrit or Marathi it was hard to decipher and a drawing of my FRIEND and LORD SHIVA for others.
I was in pure ecstasy as I was standin amidst innumerable small hills with numerous manifestations of SHIVA as I was told and few huge hills too.
Sittin on one of the stone slabs, I traced a line with one of my fingers and felt warm tears trickling down my cheeks. They were soon wiped off by the overwhelmin cold drops of the joyous rain that came out of nowhere.
I stood there with my face upturned towards the sky and my arms wide open. Suddenly it dawned on me that I had found the answers to the lost vision of youth. My life was beautiful now with the 2 P’s- “PEACE AND PASSIVITY” brought about my reincarnation in to a complete and a pure woman – the world would ever see………
The beginning of a perfect day and a perfect life was what I saw before me. I had ventured on a journey all alone, seeking “Moksha” and finally; we explored each other.
“TO SOME IT MAY BE A MYTH, BUT NOT TO ME ANYMORE.
MY QUEST IS STILL ON…… AND MY SPIRIT LINGERS………
LIKE A NOMAD FOR A NEW HOME.”
