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Understanding


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


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  1. Sunil DeepakMay 16, 2015 at 8:43 AM

    Letting go the chain means facing suffering, but in the end it is worth it! That is personal experience :)

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalMay 16, 2015 at 9:43 AM

      Thanks for sharing the personal experience. I'm now all the more convinced that it's worth it.

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  2. Utpal KhotMay 16, 2015 at 1:10 PM

    Nice..

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  3. Titas BiswasMay 17, 2015 at 12:07 AM

    There is a lot,just a lot in that two letter word and six lettered phrase - "Be.Just be."

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalMay 17, 2015 at 7:02 AM

      What the Buddha and the Christ and even our discredited Mahatma said was the same thing.

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  4. UnknownMay 17, 2015 at 12:13 AM

    'Be, Just be.' Reading this made me feel so light at heart. Here I found some connections with my life. I am happy that I read this. :)

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    Very nice!

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  6. AnonymousMay 17, 2015 at 1:01 PM

    A wandering heart is not always lost ! As i say, be.Just be.
    Experience and memories are not made sitting and thinking.

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  7. Lancelot QuadrasMay 18, 2015 at 3:55 PM

    Understanding is indeed the problem.We all have the answers. We just plainly learn to ignore them. A good write up.

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  9. UnknownMay 25, 2015 at 9:07 PM

    You understand everything. Understanding is the problem.”
    How true!!!!!
    It kills innocence.. I guess

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalMay 26, 2015 at 5:14 PM

      It prevents one from experiencing. If you understand the sunset you don't get the thrill of the riot of colours in your veins!

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