Yesterday I had a nice conversation with a friend. It wasn’t
exactly pleasant but it was very interesting or me. I have the gift of talking and
spouting gyan. Earlier I used to think that I was reasonably intelligent and I would
likely have the solution to all of mankind’s woes. As I grew older and alas,
wiser, I realized that no such shit exists. No one has answer to anyone’s woes.
I have written about this – there a beautiful book that I read
“if you meet the Buddha on the road, shoot him”. Fundamentally answers lie
within you. Inside of you. And mostly it futile trying to tell answers to anyone.
through the book I learnt one clear thing – people come to you to talk / for
advise / for love / for understanding. You can’t give any, if you really care
about the person. You can only tell about your stories in life and about the issues
you faced and the principals you learnt in your life and the questions you
asked of the world and of yourself.
Yesterday was a n hour long conversation. It was the most
beautiful conversation in that sense. I realized that I had grown up and alas
(yes, I know its repeated) wiser. The whole conversation, I simply explained
various situations in which I dealt with shit and how I dealt with situations
and the experiences I got while growing up. The choices I made and the nebulous
nature of life that I understood. Not once did I give an answer or a direction.
My friend was able to decipher for herself the meaning of
what she was asking for me. I may give an answer, and maybe by sheer power of
nature, it might be the best / right answer; but the real answer is always the
one in which you arrive at yourself. You can ask for multiple suggestions,
advice and experience but it will not count till you arrive at it through your
thinking process. There is always a time for an answer to get inside your
brain. I always tell Jispa – of course listen to me but more importantly – don’t
listen to me. Learn on your own. Listen to me only to replay what I said later
on in your life when you might realize its truth. For now, just store in your
head. Appreciate the experience that I bring but then quickly discard it for
your action. Then replay and hold the consequences against what I said – and decide
what was right.
At the end of the conversation – I told – I sound like a
guru nah? Not because I am right but because 60% of what I say, it is likely that
you will forget. You will remember 40% of which half will turn out right. That is
a total of 20%. Now that id worse than tossing coin for advice. The remaining
20% will never be fructified as you will likely be dead in the hope of seeing
it come true. You will say – that this is true but I have just not experienced
it yet. This is the true math of a guru. Say enough obscure far reaching
sounding, profound clouded, shitshat.
20% true, 20% waiting to be true and 60% forgotten. Say to a larger base and
everyone will find their 20% and soon amongst the audience as a collective all
100% will be true – just broken up in each guy for their own 20%. Did you get the
math?
But not the gurus are bad. You got your 20% right? And you
felt you got your 100% also. So what gives… give the guru some dakshina, love
him to death, put him on a pedestal and voila – you have found inner peace
through randomization.
Inner peace is not that difficult to achieve. I also wonder
what the purpose of life is. I guess there is no purpose really. So play board
games and enjoy. Which I why I have been buying board games and playing them. I
want more GAMES MORE GAMES. I have bought quite a few and I have a huge wish
list on Amazon – I keep adding. I get some crazy joy in board games. Sit one whole
day and play games after games, till the end and sleep. We were born on this
planet to play games.
Life became far more bearable and the Machiavellism of the
players became such a joy to watch, as long as you think of it as a game. Everyone
has their reasons. They don’t align to yours. They never will. Align yours to
yourself in harmony with the world and dingalangaling – inner peace!
Such an elusive concept. Also called in good ol’ colloquial hindi
– bhaad mein jaaye. Or ‘go to to hell’. Simple.
