The Train is passing thro..................

[Guest guest]

My dear friends and like minded persons

 

I just reached the Railway Station and the train was about to move. I found

the compartment tightly packed and I was to push to keep myself holding at the

entrance. A few minutes later some one gradually started giving me the way and

somehow I could get two inches space on a factually four seater berth where

seven persons could somehow adjust to continue their journey. The train is

going, it did not bother whether I was comfortable or otherwise.

 

I started observing, I found a Hindu Sadhu singing loudly songs on Lord Raama.

Next to him was a Christian, perhaps, trying to concentrate on the Holy Bible.

A few were engaged in playing cards, while a few chatting, when a couple started

discussing their family matter deeply involving themselves in the topic. An old

man, might be a fact, trying to close his eyes now perhaps recollecting the gone

days when he was with his family and friends. A Muslim friend was preparing for

his timely prayers making out a suitable space. A group of students, perhaps of

the Sikh religion, were discussing about their plans to do service at a

Gurudwara when the train reaches its destination. A beggar was trying to invoke

all sympathy claiming some offerings from the philanthropic. The train is going

as usual, it did not bother about the travelers or their religious beliefs.

 

Suddenly, a person out of eight persons, who could secure a seat on the

luggage rack berth, jumped down, forgetting all the pains he had taken to occupy

that seat on the top. He pushed himself nearer to the door, leaving all his

attachment to the erstwhile seat, and jumped out of the train before it came to

a halt, onto the platform, since “his station has come”. The train stated

moving in the meantime, it did not bother whether the traveler jumped out or

fallen or reached his destination.

 

Another group could forcibly enter the compartment at that station and started

making themselves comfortable with whatever little space available. They saw

the religiously involved people in the compartment and started passing on

comments on different religions and different Lords of the religions, when one

among them declined to join the commentary, mentioned that all Religions are

individual beliefs and the group has no business to comment on individual

beliefs. There were arguments and counter arguments amongst themselves. The

train is on its move, it did not eventually bother about the arguments.

 

I observed that even the wife and husband – who are related to each other

could not sleep at a time, each one has their own way of relaxation, as if they

are unrelated. The train is going, it did not bother about establishing

relationships or maintaining of the relationship or something like that.

 

Some one was making out plans, seriously working on a paper and making a line

of activity for tomorrow, perhaps, with an intention of fruitfully converting

the ONLY ONE ASSET OF LIFE – THE TIME, the train did not bother for all this, it

is on its move.

 

The intermediary junction is a little away, most of the travelers started

making themselves ready to leave the train and their most respectful and beloved

seats. Suddenly some one who have lost all taste in the journey jumped from the

moving train on seeing the platform, some one else waited for its halt and

ultimately most of the travelers are out of the train. I got up from my seat

and looked at it with a respectful eye for having provided me a little relief to

sit during the journey, but then the seat is not mine, neither the train, nor

the co passengers nor any co travelers, isolated I am and isolated I should get

down from the train. The train did not observe my gratitude or respect or the

feelings I had.

 

The new passengers are ready and eagerly waiting to enter to find their seats.

I do not know when again I can travel or when again I can enter the train

compartment, the game of the journey is still continuing. The train is going

with the new passengers…………, it is in the habit of carrying those who enter as

that TIME does for all of us………..since IT IS TIME ……and TIME.

 

I am waiting for my destination and the time and the train are moving uncaring

for my feelings.

All the best.

Yours affectionately

HARA HARA MAHADEVA DR P V SESHA SAI ASWAMEDHAYAAJI

 

Dr P V Sesha Sai Aswamedhayaaji

3724, Spencer’s Street, #221, TORRANCE CA 90503

Camp: Tallahassee Florida CELL: 310 293 9066

6th September 2006