As Some time in some specified moments I took up my pen and started writing over the white sheet I found myself open in the fresh air with blue sky or traces of clouds..birds flying high and shades of nature crystallized in different segregations of wonder. And as this mood grips me I find that this particular moment has been created only for me..and an urge continue to grow within me..I have to go..where I don’t know but somewhere I have to go..far from the maddening crowd in a place which may or may not have any invitation for me..
But still there is the call..
The call of the road..and I found that within days I am on a new tour..
Having no notion of where to go..how to go.. but just walk on..
Like the monks walking in search of divine bliss!
The term “monk” may be a sure exaggeration..
Much justified in this 21st C would be the term Corporate Monk!
I travelled across the countries for official works..sometimes just for travel..and I come across certain sketches of life..
I remember that day when I spent the night in a park..I walked on for long..but I stopped..as in the busy Gariahat(a hub of Calcutta) road I saw a dirty boy wearing a torn shirt with no buttons licking an already drank bottle of Pepsi..with a beautiful smile in his face..for a moment it appeared to me that is the Face of God..one evening I saw a farmer walking through the streets of Sector V(IT Park) like a lost man..among the corporates he is almost looking like an unmatched paradox..a clown..but as he passed with grains of rice in heaps in his hands..I saw his eyes bearing an utter ignorance to all of us.. another day as I am returning from Delhi and the Rajdhani crossing the Ganges over Allahabad I saw from the window that a man..dipped in the Ganges praying with hands together..it was a moonlit night..the Ganges shining white in moon..the moving train..its designs of the moving windows and the yellow lights floating scattered over the white water..suddenly I shivered..as not only before me I saw an scene but it was life at its pure..there the vast nature in full flow..and there in the river a single man standing unmoved as almost like a solitary soul in the holy river..I met a coolie in Shahjahanpur station who brought me a chilled cup of tea in a chilled night and as the train moved and I went to give him money..he said smiling.. ‘Nehi babu..ap mahman hai!’(You are a Guest Babu!)..from where this may be illiterate poverty-stricken old man got such philosophy..where from?I saw a lonely woman watching the train passed over a lonely station as it was all her life meant for..an utmost desire flashing in her eyes.. I saw a blind old lady everyday coming at Hazra more and sitting and waiting for his boy to come as from there he got lost..I saw a small boy climbing a tree just beside a plateau in Orissa..it is a very common scene..but the brown plateau with the green fields and the tree with red flowers and the half-naked boy climbing it in motion..the scene..startled me..in an early morning..when night still hanging and the dawn slowly blooming I saw a Baul walking with ektara in hand..over the Lalmati or red grains soil of Santiniketan..again a picture of an alone man making her way through the vastness of the earth..
All the pictures put together will represent its vastness and again if the pictures like fragments are kept scattered it would show the individualness and completeness of life still..life is a mystery and I love to get folded in that mystery..thus I also continued with my life..
And thus now I felt I should hold these in words..
These invaluable moments.
As nothing but..
The Sketches of a Corporate Monk..!