While alone at my Habsiguda house, looking at the blank high ceiling, I think about my active days and nights spent with the youngsters and grand children of the family in USA.
-not always, at times.
While in USA, I think about my Hyderabad house, whether someone has plucked the flowers or picked the coconut seeds or mangoes fallen from my trees or has the tenants left the water pipe opened or has a peruchazhi or bandicoot entered into the drain channel blocking it? Etc, etc.
Worthless thoughts , but that is the nature of human mind!
‘Is it not the ge for you to withdraw from the world?’, asked a friend.
Withdraw from the world and go where.?
My family is my world! My house, my well, my trees and the three gates are my world!
‘I will give you a tulsimala. Sit in a corner and meditatae’, suggested another friend.
I will give you a dozen malas , tulsi, rudraksham, spadikam.
I don’t need any rosary for meditation. Meditation for me is getting up from the bed at odd hours and reciting :
“anor aniyan mahato mahiyan
atmasya jantor nihito guhayam
tam akratuh pasyati vita-soko
dhatuh prasadan mahimanam atmanah”
and forgetting myself.
Meditation for me, is singing aloud, without bothering whether I’m at home or in a bus stand
‘Shivudano, Maadhavudano, KamalA
Bhavudano, Parabhramano nin-
I enjoy my own company when I’m alone, though thoughts about my people and property intrude and try to disturb.
That is OK. I’m not a Jnani or a Rishi. I’m a simple man,
with no worries about tomorrow and no regrets about yesterday.