It
was years since I had met Siddhartha.
When I heard that he was sitting under a peepal awaiting enlightenment,
I was curious. I embarked on the metro
train that would take me near to Kapil Vastu Estate.
Kapil
Vastu Estate was a huge complex developed by Siddhartha’s father, Shuddhodhana
Gautama, one of the most successful industrialists of neoliberal Hindustan. “Profit is the dharma of the trader,” was
Shuddhodhana’s motto. He had graduated
from the London School of Economics before doing MBA from Harvard
University.
Siddhartha
and I were classmates. Not that my
father could afford to send me to the same public school as Siddhartha. Since my father was Shuddhodhana’s personal
assistant and a close confidante, the business magnate decided to put me in the
same school as his own son. Probably, it
was his way of monitoring his son indirectly.
Siddhartha
showed little interest in academics or co-curricular or extra-curricular
activities. He came and went back by a
chauffeur-driven air-conditioned car.
The school was centrally air-conditioned. Siddhartha didn’t have to see the world
outside. But he longed to see it, I
think.
Shuddhodhana
was alarmed by his son’s increasing melancholy contemplativeness. He decided to do some cleaning up. Starting with the library, he removed all
serious literature and filled the shelves with books of Sidney Sheldon and his
Hindustani avatar, Chetan Bhagat, as well as other such stimulating
writers. “Burn all the books by
intellectuals and subversives,” ordered Shuddhodhana. “Bring in our classics like Kamasutra and Arthasastra.”
Nothing
worked. Neither the ancient classics nor
the ultramodern metro reads stimulated Siddhartha’s soul. It hankered after something that all the
fabulous wealth of his father could not buy.
In
the meanwhile, I completed my post-graduation and teacher training and became a
teacher in a fully residential school which occupied me body and soul round the
clock. I was not aware of what was
transpiring in the walled world of Kapil Vastu Estate. But when the news of Siddhartha’s
contemplation under the peepal tree reached me, I applied for a casual leave
from school and rushed to meet my old mate, son of my benefactor.
The
ten feet massive steel gate opened before me.
I still had some contacts with people inside, you see.
“There
is death, I learnt,” Siddhartha told me.
“Human life is wretched. There is
illness. There is much evil. The
air-conditioning is an illusion. The
Estate is an illusion.” He went on to
give me a long lecture. All desire is
evil, he said. He was going to found a
new religion, he said, to help people overcome desires. Live without desires and attain nirvana.
“Can
you arrange one nirvana for me free of cost?”
I asked. After all, I was his
closest friend at school. He could do
me this simple favour. It was then I
noticed the book lying near Siddhartha’s meditation mat.
“What’s
this?” I was stunned. “You’re reading Dostoevsky?” I picked up The Idiot. “This is as
outdated as Das Capital by those two
nuts.”
Sitting
under the peepal tree with Siddhartha Gautama, I became enlightened. Nirvana is living out of joint with
time.
Noooooooooo.. You are my favorite Blogger n Buddhism is my current favorite philosophy.. My fav Blogger writing a humorous, sarcastic story on my fav philosophy is unbearable Matheikal.. But it is a nice modern version, very different take..
ReplyDeleteI am also an admirer of the Buddha, Roohi. And I haven't done any injustice to him here. As you realised, this is quite a different version of the Buddha.
DeleteAt any rate, any genuine religious person - the Christ, the Buddha, saints - are social misfits, people who found themselves "out of joint" with their time and environment. Ordinary mortals like the narrator in this story will go to them to buy nirvana and not for understanding and internalising it or the values represented by it.
One nirvana free of cost! Ha ha ha...
ReplyDeleteGreat post Sir!
That's what religion has become, today, Indrani, something to be bought. The forms of the purchase differ from religion to religion, that's all.
DeleteBeautifully put. Loved the tone and the dialogue in the last is truly 'enlightening '.... I agree .
ReplyDeleteWe need strong kicks in the posteriors nowadays to be enlightened, Kokila.
DeleteHa ha ha :D .. This is a brilliant one Matheikal. Definitely a twist from your usual style. I really like it :)..
ReplyDeleteIn some ways, the twist came from O V Vijayan. He wrote a series of satirical pieces for a Malayalam weekly and my 'nirvana on sale' comes from him.
DeleteI am married, can I get buy one get one free or some subsidy for holding a aadhar card......Well written.
ReplyDeleteRanjana, mine is a site where only nirvana is given free :)
DeleteThe brilliance comes from eminent contacts, Bhavani :)
ReplyDeleteI didn't read it as a satire because I found it deeper than the usual satires. May be it is because I have been disturbed for some time and this state of mind tries to find melancholic depth in almost everything.Dostoevsky and the idiot too added its own dimension in the story(thanks Google for recognizing Dostoevsky). You add yourself as a character in most of your stories,where you act as a visitor or rather say observer. So,these characters about whom you write,are they inspirations from your life or is it just a way of telling a story
ReplyDeleteAmitabh, a jadoo ki jhappi to you. (Is that the way it is expressed, I don't know.)
DeleteI am an observer. I am a participator. I am the sinner and the potential saint.
I don't know what to say.
Now you become my teacher. I'm ready to sit on the other side.
The current day take on Buddha was fun to read and had your famous lesson hidden in there and yet so strongly conveyed. Another awesome post sir.
ReplyDeleteAthena, I'm holding my hands up. Shoot me.
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