The Monk who wants a Ferrari

The Monk Who Wants a Ferrari

Contrary to popular belief, most 'men of god' or spiritual beings of various faiths still hold dearly to their wants, may be as small a cup of coffee in a particular coffee shop or gargantuan ones like 'parking an Italian Mistress of Speed namely a Ferrari in his own porch probably in a stately mansion. In essence, there would be nothing wrong or right in regards to such wishes and aspirations, but in this case, public perception dictates that 'monks' or spiritually awakened beings are to renounce all worldly desires. How fair would that be? A person that most heed in times of need for emotional and spiritual support is expected to live on handouts and only have his or her needs taken care of by what is dictated to them as appropriate. An emotional tennis match of duality shall exist in most cases as public perception and reality are always at odds with one another. Who are we, as mere mortals to judge a creation of the supreme that serve us in times of discomfort? Lets take Osho Rajneesh as a case study, he was revered by some, hated by most, taunted as the 'sex guru' among many insults, but how many of us, have actually read a line or a chapter off his book before handing him labels and discounting him as a joke? What needs addressing is the mind of the individual needing the knowledge rather than the source, or in our case, 'the monk'. Spirituality and Materialism can and shall co exist till the end of time as it is likened to a kiss. A kiss from a motherly figure assures love and affection, so does a kiss from your significant other, a kiss is still a kiss, circumstances may differ. The question is, are we prepared to say a rose is a rose? Or are we too blind to see? Illayaraaja may have composed spiritual songs like Janani, but he also composed lovely melodies like Sundari from the movie Thalapathi. In conclusion, nothing is black or white in the realms of morality, just what suits the situation and circumstances.

The 11th Hour

It has been a while since I looked,let alone rant in my trusted blog, I wonder why, what has changed and what remains the same.  Off late, well, 2 years and 4 months to be exact, I put myself in an exile, exile from being and living up to my truest potentials. Engulfed myself in negativity,swimming with nay Sayers and ill-wishers. What caused this, I ask myself, well honestly, I don't know. It might have to do with the many failures I've come across, the many heart aches and the many blocks I've stumbled upon in my journey of life. I forgot what it meant to dream, i forgot what it is like fight, with a burning passion, fight,like there's no tomorrow. The child in me,was dead...

The 11th hour arrived, arrived when it shouldn't have. It was too late, the train of life had arrived and left several times by now, too grief stricken to board, too ambitious to let go. It has been a dilemma these past years, between right and wrong, happiness and sadness, but what was one to do? Age had caught up by now, no longer the boy in his 20's with the world at his feet. All that was left was a newly minted man in his 30's, taking life, one day at a time, doing what's right to him and not living to what was him rightfully. The him that he grew into, the him he was raised to become, the him he aspired to be.

Dear 11th hour, I thank you for coming, although too late, you came, you showed and you became my tomorrow. A tomorrow that I could live with, without fretting upon my mistakes, a tomorrow where I could be me. Thank you, o' 11th hour!

My 11th hour, you have showed me, what I truly am made off, what I can achieve, if I put my mind to it. Being raised with the phrase truth alone triumphs, I had my doubt that I would see this day, but prove me wrong you did, I'm humbled I must say.

11th hour, I should thank all those concerned, or catalysts I should say, for without them, there would be no today. Challenged me they have, insults one time or two, but one thing they could never have, was the blessings I have, a blessed soul in many ways.

Blessed with all fine things in life, blessed with love, blessed with the ability to give and receive love without creed, colour nor class. For it is this blessing that made me realise your arrival, your arrival to take me open my path, towards the journey I should take to the a destination unknown to my humbled soul.

I promise you o' 11th hour, that I shall take your presence as a sign, a sign that I need not be discovered, for only things lost need to be found. I promise that with all my souls might, in whatever physical condition I may be, I shall persevere, I shall fight, fight for the old me,fight for the unclaimed territory that has been allotted to me.

It may not be a crusade, for choosing the path of love as compared to hate has always been a choice I have made, but a fight, is a fight, no mistake...

-my 2 cents-