Tourist Visa or Prisoner's Cell



Bittu lived in a suburban neighborhood. Growing up on street cricket, economical nukkad, religious mornings, lazy evenings, rationed public utilities, parroted curriculum…time whisked past witnessing one World Cup Win in 1983 to another in 2011. What seemed like a Tourist Visa for relaxation, fun, carefree, indulgence, idealistic thinking as a child gave way to the prisons of dogma, race, fear, insecurity, power. Then  a phenomenon happened onto him over a period of days, weeks, perhaps few years…his questions changed from that of his circle of sentiments…his gaze became curious and yet steady…his speech started becoming stirring and yet soothing…he changes his role for most part of the time to one that of witness than of judge-advocate.

He started realizing that the reach of reason is the breach of reality. The Gap between Eternal Right and the Emerging Right is ever widening. Bittu is now romancing sometimes with Solitude in Himalayas and sometimes addressing some seekers in Tibet.

But Bittu, before leaving, tossed one question in the Air: How to leverage the Tourist Visa within the Prisoner’s Cell? One need not substitute one for the other.

He also mused that the answer to this question is known to all but we most certainly and almost all times fail the exams.

And he shared the following beautiful gem the last time I met him in Delhi:
 
The Sound is Silent, but we are not; The Vision is witnessing, but we are not,
The Speech is wise, but we are not; The Mind is Mindful, but we are not,
Life is Living but we are not; Are we attending this or ….

He smiled gently and is now dancing in the Himalayas.

Happy Tour or should I say Detour.

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