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

[Guest guest]

Dr P V Sesha Sai Aswamedhayaaji

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

Camp: Tallahassee Florida CELL: 310 293 9066

6th September 2006

 

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 Perisepalli Venkata Sesha Sai " <aswamedhayaagam