Okay back from tests and back to life.
Dear Reader, last time i left cyberspace by giving you a question.
Before scrolling down, seriously go back to the question and get your option in your mind
before we indulge in some serious discussion.
Today lets attempt to find whether option A makes you a crorepati.
Analysing the mind of an option A
Pursuit of knowledge...
...A great philosopher once appeared in my dream(MY DREAM COPYRIGHTED).The setting was as conducive as it gets to philosophical inspiration,
...tranquil lake,moonlit night and the clear band of the milky way presiding like the eye of God above our village skies; where the air is still virgin untouched by the intoxication of streetlamps,neon lights or vehicle fumes...
...this great Philosopher was standing on Indian soil,and I still maintain I have no idea why we were there @ the exact place @ the exact time.GK books sporting his Photo must be ashamed of themselves because the Greeks didn't have cameras,or maybe because in my mind this man i met was way way far from resemblance to a serious know-it-all philosopher.
he was ghostly,a bare remnant of the text book plump boy.
and he was talking to himself as i approached him...
the object of his ridicule,my third person was a sanyasi ,offering water to his ancestors,his lean but masculine yogic body,drenched surprisingly with sweat on this chilling night.A dog was lapping up the water nearby.
"What idiots does this world produce?That man is really unnerving.The same scooping of water and pouring it down countless times"
Sir but are you really from here...
Perhaps not, but don't talk irrelevancy,i am trying to learn.
Learn ?
By his odd looks i wondered weather he was a madman escapee from the village hospital...
yeah,right so what do you want...
Listen Son,i am a mokshatma, a wandering soul.Years ago I transcended the barriers of the human body in my quest for knowledge,and yet there is some figment of left in me which separates me from the Sublime.It is in this quest that i have roamed far and wide,studied for ages the divine texts and languages to realise my existence...
I know its stupid to read horror stories before bedtime,but hey i am not the kinda guy to be scared of ghosts.However there was something extraordinary about that man.The moonlight seemed to sit lightly around him,reflecting electric blue vapors effusing from his cloudy figure...
i stood still transfixed,
Spirit?Madman?
Spirit?
Spirit?...
...fear not my dear child,for of this discourse you shall be benefited.
I fear I have not much time left before the thirteenth hour strikes,and my salvation is complete,and that weird man there is the very person i am supposed to meet,
So why don't you head over to him?
Because I Am,and he Is.
Pardon???
Child,the man there is my disciple.Before my death he made me promise that I would give him a vision of myself and guide him toward his goal...the only promise i regret in my life.He has ever since
done extensive studies, followed rigorous penance but never reached the truth...I was there beside him all the while,but he cant see me.i Am the water he pours ,and the dog who laps it up.He is a student,knowledgeable but ignorant...
Ignorant?
My responses were uni verbal as i stood awed in front of someone,whose aura of greatness seemed to transfix me on the spot.
Then he uttered these very lines...
Knowledge for its own sake is fruitless...
Much like a nest built for no bird...
The scene seemed to vanish but this thought remained in my heart....OPTION A
To all those who study to study...
To all those who waste countless research papers on how to prevent deforestation....
To all those who think being smart is existence...
And to admit ignorance is a shame,
Reconsider the persevering Sanyasi's FATE...
Often this is the same fate that binds many of us into depression, the adhesive to inferiority complexes and sometimes like in the case of the learned,the last bond to be broken before we get to taste true liberation of our spirit....
Knowledge for its own sake is fruitless...
Much like a nest built for no bird...
Wait for my next post to see more of the real world,
Reality Reload
Until L8TR
Yours truly,
JRV
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