The Holy Glass
Asotoma Sat Gamaya
Tamasoma Jyotir Gamaya
Mrityorma Amritam Gamaya
Lead me from the unreal to the real
Lead me from darkness into light
Lead me from the illusion of death to immortality.
This age-old invocation sums up the eternal quest of humanity – how to get out of the cycle of births and deaths?
The saffron robed path to enlightenment had enchanted me too a decade back. Years were spent ruminating on the mysteries of life from the confines of snow-clad Himalayan ashrams and North Indian holy towns. It was only when silver streaks became prominent that I decided to take up a corporate day job.
During the lunch breaks, my fling with Godmen/ Godwomen and sanyas becomes a topic of heated discussion.
How are these people? Do they smile even within the precincts of their ashrams? Do they ever get angry? Questions are asked to me in quick succession.
When I say the Godmen are downright fashionable, will you believe it? What if I say that they are the most tech-savvy on this planet?
I still remember my last trip to Kumbh Mela in Allahabad. This sacred city, where the three most holy rivers of Ganga, Yamuna and the mythical Saraswathi converge, attracts a lot of devotees. People believe that even a dip in the rivers of Allahabad will liberate a person.
With holy ash strewn all over their bodies and with free flowing hair, the Sadhus were the centre of attraction on every street. Men were bowing before them and the children were prostrating themselves in front of these Sadhus.
Even otherwise, didn’t Godmen have a liking towards oversized sunglasses?
What a show?
Life is not a problem to be solved, rather it’s a mystery to be lived – Osho
This Godman from Pune, who had a fleet of Rolls Royces to ferry him, also seemed to have a penchant for sunglasses. His customary evening discourses at his commune at Koregaon Park featured the latest sunglasses designs of the day.
Hordes of celebs from all over the world used to descend on the small town of Puttaparthi to have a glimpse of this Godman.
Though often ridiculed for conjuring up pieces of gold from thin air, Satya Saibaba remained close to the hearts of people till his death.
What is beyond us and what we fail to understand keeps us in awe. No wonder, these Godmen and their fashion sense still remains an enigma to us.
For the time being, I am still explaining to my colleagues about my ‘orange robed’ days.