I go to Moopan just as other people go to temple or church. Moopan is my inspiration, my spiritual succour.
“Why don’t you let go, man?” He asked when I mentioned my problem to him. I had come to a situation in which I had to make a choice: whether to continue my job or turn to something else that my heart urges me to do. “All through life people live like shopkeepers,” Moopan continued. “How much profit did I make today? Which items are the most popular? What new item can I sell tomorrow? Is this life?”
He paused and stared at me a while. “Did you ever live your life?” I could feel his gaze penetrating through my heart into something that I may call soul. “All through life people tie themselves with a chain to something: wealth, generally. You have your monthly salary. Each day you calculate how much you can spend on what, how much you should save, how to evade the tax – not that those who handle the tax are any less bastards than you....”
“Let go the chain and see what happens,” he continued having poured himself another drink. “Calculate a little less. Think a little less. Don’t try to understand everything. Stand in some uncertainties. Feel the wind around you. Savour the flavour in the air. Be. Just be.”
I understood whatever he was saying.
“Yes, that’s precisely your problem,” he said though I hadn’t said anything. “You understand everything. Understanding is the problem.” He turned away from me as he said the last words. I knew it was time for me to leave him.
PS. My earlier Moopan episode: Ghar Vapsi
Moopan is as real a character as the ghost in A Ghost and a Secret