Buddha

I am fond of Buddha ever since I was in teens. My brother Kamal I hear was so moved by Buddha that he took to be vegetarian. He was cured of it and made to eat fish with a stern message from our eldest brother. Even if you could not but must eat fish or flesh.

The story of Buddha imprinted in my mind is the search for escape from relationship poverty disease old age and death. As quickly possible so that he could only enjoy his rest of the life. He accomplished that in six years of struggle to defy hunger disease old age and death.

For me it is life time of struggle. I cannot make it shorter.

Having failed to make relationship I search out for Buddha. I was told they lived in Himalayas. fortunately I found him. It is my life changing experience. Without me uttering a word or sound, he gave the message that remained imprinted in my mind for my life and seeing him is an experience. a pair of handkerchief and loincloth, a piece of soap, a steel glass an earthen jug, a scissor, a pen, an ink pot, a box to sleep, two rugs, hill top as toilet, Alaknanda stream as shower - he lived and then too they were not his necessity. He also showed his achievement in life - he could disappear at his will without uttering a word or moving a muscle. He conquered all human failings.

I need not be him but he gave me reasons what to be.

I am not in himalayas. I live in a country with aim set on everyone mind to gather money and only money - the one only goal for all its residents. One is free otherwise.

I write. What I write is my daily thoughts daily activities my daily struggle to bear problems not necessarily trying to solve them I cannot but live enjoy every moment. I write about my smallness my inability to be extraordinary yet live without complaint.

My constant effort is to bear this moment and maintain my silence. I see that noise is not an option, not even acceptable by me.