Today, I went to the palatial St Xaviers College.Have always seen that college in movies, who can forget the movie, Jaane tu ya Jaane naa, where after watching the movie I actually prophesised that my relationship with my best friend, who happens to be a female, and who strikingly was as vivacious and pompous as the lead heroine, will cease to be platonic and turn into an amorous affair. And to my bewilderment, the prophesy did metamorphose into an inescapable reality, however my romantic affair was reluctant to dive into the sea of perpetuity.So our dreams of being the real life characters of Jaane tu ya jaane naa was mercilessly smashed. However let us not digress from the topic.
Yeah, so I am right now stirring in a soup of a pleasing and intimate confusion. Confusion that impels your mind to go inwards, traverse the inexplicably beautiful world of introspection and look back at the incongruous, unconnected, disjointed dots, lines of the past and by revisiting the pilgrimage of the past to connect those dots and lines and uncover the meaning and bring some unity to the apparent chaos. Phew!!!!
So right now I am working in a job that is an empyrean for all those restless souls who believe that Money is the means and the end. And true success determines that how with the minimum effort and by doing obscenely mundane and monotonous tasks, that doesn't require the aid of an organ that is protected by an unyielding fortress which we know as skull, yeah I am talking about the least used organ universally.....the brain, you can achieve the most of the paper money, you can't say you earn it(its my opinion). Anyways in short, it pays me well to lead a bourgeois life. And the work is hardly a matter of two hours. My boss is unreasonably generous. My work expects me to work like a philistine by obsequiously following the instructions which are peremptory, that include replying to mails and sending mails. It however consists a lot of travelling where I have to go to a lot of opportunistic businessman and show them, with a mask of gusto concealing the deep disillusionment within ,with an unwavering confidence and an unaltering deceiving smile, the samples that the company has confidence almost to the point of arrogance. Please I dont want to talk about my work, its very unbecoming of me.
I want to do something else, something significant. Now whenever you write a novel, there is always a tinge of irony. Its a home truth. I am happy and unhappy. You can be unhappy only when you have experienced what true happiness is really like. And you can feel happy only when you have walk on the thorny road of distress.Of course, I am happy it gives me a lot of time to read books. And more than that being happy is a human nature.And I am not happy because Life looks so goalless, so meaningless. I want to understand myself and with that understand what best my mind in comradeship with my body can create, alter or edit. Obviously, best here I mean that blissful happiness which bounds you at the same time makes you aware of your unboundedness and makes you realise and feel that everything is perfect and divine. And progress is nothing but the interminable journey from one state of perfection to another state perfection.And how you can forget Lord Buddha when it comes to topics like Happiness. He says and I truly believe it " There is no way to Happiness. Happiness is the only way". It is quite evident from the lives of the famous people, particularly artists, writers even after discovering what they are destined to do, the field in which their temperament lies, the particular form of art that fills them with thrill of an exulted joy, they submitted and surrendered themselves to the absolute tyranny of their erratic desires and they always found themselves in an intricate and a deceptive web of unutterable complexities. No doubt, spirituality is so important. its good to be intellectual, at the same time wise.
Anyways, I always had an unyielding interest in Literature. I don't have the passion but the obsession of reading. Sorry to be so inexcusably rhetoric. But, yeah its the truth. So I saw lets make a start with this. Let us allow this hobby or an insatiable interest to catapult me into a new journey of life. Then the past short lived amorous affair suggested me this person Father Terry. Father Terry, the name itself commands irrevocable respect.The next thing, I call him up without an iota of hesitation. He tells me to write an exam and instantaneously panic and fear seizes me and a bolt of anxiety strikes me leaving me tremulous. Okay, I am not exaggerating as I have a peculiar problem that I don't want to discuss due to which I look forward to tests always with disdainful intolerance, the completion of which doesn't make me feel happy but make me feel infinitely relieved. I gave the test which thoroughly disappointed not because it was difficult but it was embarrassingly easy as the war I thought to be waging on was nothing but an infant playing with a quiver of fake arrows and laughing boisterously at me in reproach.Then came some other tests which gauges your interest, where your temperament lies, etc.
The point is not to discuss about the tests. The point is I meet this guy Father Terry, and then the next thing I see girls are nonchalantly hugging him. Guys are calling it to him Terry as they would call their friend by their names which pronounces impeccable familiarity. He looks like those guys in those movies like Van Wilder who after completing their college stays back in the college and has camaraderie with every living soul in and around college. And within the bounds of the college, he is an unspoken, assumed, irreplaceable, incorrigible authority but even after having such an irresistible opportunity to flex muscles condescendingly becomes one among the many guiding them, pushing them forward and being a shield in case of a downpour of problems.
A wise man told me Enlightenment is the journey from somebody to nobody and from nobody to everybody.
That's what I learned from that man his academic life bag is overburdened with a lot of abbreviated degrees and his admirers call him with beautiful epithets.But not a thing has touched his soul, he is at home with a simplistic,innocent girl and he is empathetic toward the intellectually complicated individual.
Now I had a second meeting with Father Terry where he evaluated me on the basis of my answers to the questions and he was unmistakably spot-on.
He told me to pursue something in the field of creativity. In a way, everything belongs to the field of creativity. But here I am talking more in conventional terms, rather than in abstract terms.
Before the counselling session I had already decided that I wanted to pursue MA in English Literature and this particular assertion from Terry just cemented my decision.
Just like a person who as given up the sensory pleasures and devoted his life to service, he told me to meet whenever I want to meet.
And I just went back a home with a big smile on your face which should be the desired result of every anecdote in our life.
Yeah, so I am right now stirring in a soup of a pleasing and intimate confusion. Confusion that impels your mind to go inwards, traverse the inexplicably beautiful world of introspection and look back at the incongruous, unconnected, disjointed dots, lines of the past and by revisiting the pilgrimage of the past to connect those dots and lines and uncover the meaning and bring some unity to the apparent chaos. Phew!!!!
So right now I am working in a job that is an empyrean for all those restless souls who believe that Money is the means and the end. And true success determines that how with the minimum effort and by doing obscenely mundane and monotonous tasks, that doesn't require the aid of an organ that is protected by an unyielding fortress which we know as skull, yeah I am talking about the least used organ universally.....the brain, you can achieve the most of the paper money, you can't say you earn it(its my opinion). Anyways in short, it pays me well to lead a bourgeois life. And the work is hardly a matter of two hours. My boss is unreasonably generous. My work expects me to work like a philistine by obsequiously following the instructions which are peremptory, that include replying to mails and sending mails. It however consists a lot of travelling where I have to go to a lot of opportunistic businessman and show them, with a mask of gusto concealing the deep disillusionment within ,with an unwavering confidence and an unaltering deceiving smile, the samples that the company has confidence almost to the point of arrogance. Please I dont want to talk about my work, its very unbecoming of me.
I want to do something else, something significant. Now whenever you write a novel, there is always a tinge of irony. Its a home truth. I am happy and unhappy. You can be unhappy only when you have experienced what true happiness is really like. And you can feel happy only when you have walk on the thorny road of distress.Of course, I am happy it gives me a lot of time to read books. And more than that being happy is a human nature.And I am not happy because Life looks so goalless, so meaningless. I want to understand myself and with that understand what best my mind in comradeship with my body can create, alter or edit. Obviously, best here I mean that blissful happiness which bounds you at the same time makes you aware of your unboundedness and makes you realise and feel that everything is perfect and divine. And progress is nothing but the interminable journey from one state of perfection to another state perfection.And how you can forget Lord Buddha when it comes to topics like Happiness. He says and I truly believe it " There is no way to Happiness. Happiness is the only way". It is quite evident from the lives of the famous people, particularly artists, writers even after discovering what they are destined to do, the field in which their temperament lies, the particular form of art that fills them with thrill of an exulted joy, they submitted and surrendered themselves to the absolute tyranny of their erratic desires and they always found themselves in an intricate and a deceptive web of unutterable complexities. No doubt, spirituality is so important. its good to be intellectual, at the same time wise.
Anyways, I always had an unyielding interest in Literature. I don't have the passion but the obsession of reading. Sorry to be so inexcusably rhetoric. But, yeah its the truth. So I saw lets make a start with this. Let us allow this hobby or an insatiable interest to catapult me into a new journey of life. Then the past short lived amorous affair suggested me this person Father Terry. Father Terry, the name itself commands irrevocable respect.The next thing, I call him up without an iota of hesitation. He tells me to write an exam and instantaneously panic and fear seizes me and a bolt of anxiety strikes me leaving me tremulous. Okay, I am not exaggerating as I have a peculiar problem that I don't want to discuss due to which I look forward to tests always with disdainful intolerance, the completion of which doesn't make me feel happy but make me feel infinitely relieved. I gave the test which thoroughly disappointed not because it was difficult but it was embarrassingly easy as the war I thought to be waging on was nothing but an infant playing with a quiver of fake arrows and laughing boisterously at me in reproach.Then came some other tests which gauges your interest, where your temperament lies, etc.
The point is not to discuss about the tests. The point is I meet this guy Father Terry, and then the next thing I see girls are nonchalantly hugging him. Guys are calling it to him Terry as they would call their friend by their names which pronounces impeccable familiarity. He looks like those guys in those movies like Van Wilder who after completing their college stays back in the college and has camaraderie with every living soul in and around college. And within the bounds of the college, he is an unspoken, assumed, irreplaceable, incorrigible authority but even after having such an irresistible opportunity to flex muscles condescendingly becomes one among the many guiding them, pushing them forward and being a shield in case of a downpour of problems.
A wise man told me Enlightenment is the journey from somebody to nobody and from nobody to everybody.
That's what I learned from that man his academic life bag is overburdened with a lot of abbreviated degrees and his admirers call him with beautiful epithets.But not a thing has touched his soul, he is at home with a simplistic,innocent girl and he is empathetic toward the intellectually complicated individual.
Now I had a second meeting with Father Terry where he evaluated me on the basis of my answers to the questions and he was unmistakably spot-on.
He told me to pursue something in the field of creativity. In a way, everything belongs to the field of creativity. But here I am talking more in conventional terms, rather than in abstract terms.
Before the counselling session I had already decided that I wanted to pursue MA in English Literature and this particular assertion from Terry just cemented my decision.
Just like a person who as given up the sensory pleasures and devoted his life to service, he told me to meet whenever I want to meet.
And I just went back a home with a big smile on your face which should be the desired result of every anecdote in our life.
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