Early morning. Before Dawn. Standing in line to catch a glimpse of The Lord. Crowds. People. Fatigue. Feet hurting. The early morning dew. The handbag clutched closely. Leaning on the shoulder of your father or husband.
The voice breaks out of nowhere… Bhaja Govindam! Bhaja Govindam! The woman who wakes up the world with her immortal voice. The words from so long ago. Half the meaning swallowed by time. Incomprehensible to all but a few. Yet withstanding the ravages of time. Speaking things that can be understood without really understanding the words.
maa kuru dhana jana yauvana garvam harati nimeshhaatkaalah sarvam maayaamayamidamakhilaM hitvaa brahmapadaM tvaM pravisha viditvaa
Do not boast of wealth, friends, and youth. Each one of these are destroyed within a minute. Free yourself from the illusion of the world of Maya and attain the timeless Truth.
kastvam ko.aham kuta aayaatah kaa me jananii ko me taatah iti paribhaavaya sarvamasaaram vishvam tyaktvaa svapna vichaaram
Who are you? Who am I? From where do I come? Who is my mother, who is my father? Ponder thus, look at everything as essenceless and give up the world as an idle dream.
tvayi mayi chaanyatraiko vishhnuh vyartham kupyasi mayyasahishhnuh bhava samachittah sarvatra tvam vaajnchhasyachiraadyadi vishhnutvam
In me, in you and in everything, none but the same Vishnu dwells. Your anger and impatience is meaningless. If you wish to attain the quality of Vishnu soon, have Sama Bhaava always.
There are snatches of meaning. Few flashes of light midst it all. And though the whole meaning may not be clear. It is still obvious. That the world is an illusion. And life goes on irrespective of whether you and I exist.
For some reason, it doesn’t matter anymore who pushes, who pulls, who tries to sneak back to catch a second glimpse, who obstructs your view, whether your handbag is safe and whether you’re still with your loved ones. It all seems to fade in the face of the reality that you see in front of you. There is no reality. There is no world. No two people live in the same world anyway… No two people see the same thing… What difference does it make?
Why is it so hard to accept the fact that not everyone sees things the way you do and that yet it is all right? It’s the truth. It’s the way the world is. And yet the truth seems so hard to accept. Maybe that’s the real truth of life…
At any rate… This place baffles me…