A man asked Lord Buddha, “I want happiness. How can I do this?”
Lord Buddha replied, “First remove ‘I’, that’s ego. Then remove ‘want’, that’s desire. See what you are left with now is only ‘Happiness’!”
Somebody asked Buddha, “What have you gained from meditation?”
He replied, “Nothing!” he paused, “However, let me tell you what I have lost – Anger, Anxiety, Depression, Insecurity, Fear of old age and death.”
Aren’t these stories delightfully inspiring? They tell you so much that you are left practically speechless.
Ever since I read about Buddhism in my 8th standard, I had been mesmerized by the sheer simplicity of this path of faith (I mean, religion). I wondered what difference would it make to my life if I ever adopted Buddhism. But then, I never wanted to do that at the cost of offending my parents and the religious principles they tried instilling in me. So I made my peace, in the most Buddhist way possible.
Although I would lustfully look at the pictures of their holy places and wished to collect sufficient money (and courage) to jaunt these places someday.
One fine day, at Buddha Temple, Dehradun
There were rumors that Dalai Lama was there inside the temple and since no one, but the disciples were allowed to step inside, my curiosity burned all the more brighter. I tried to sneak my way in, multiple times as if it was God himself sitting inside only to get caught midway. So that was the AURA of Dalai Lama.
I could feel peace, a lightness in the air hovering over that vast piece of land crowded with monks draped in maroons. I could feel serenity slipping out of Dalai Lama’s holy mouth and reaching me through the revolving prayer wheels.
On our way back, one of my friends told me that Dalai Lama lived in Himachal, McLeodganj-Dharamshala. And that very moment I decided to visit that place someday.
Fast forward to ‘five months in job’
I was working; had sufficient money and freedom to visit Himachal. I checked Dalai Lama’s schedule (it is available online) to see if his holiness was there in his so-called home and guess what, he was! Unperturbed that the chances of even spotting him were lean, I decided to sail.
But like always, my plan failed.
Just because I (a critical part of the workforce) wanted to get a break, my boss planned an office outing, a river rafting. And, we had fun.
The domino effect
Once again in my pre-wedding working days, I planned for Dharamshala, and once again my boss planned another office trip, a wild safari. And, we had fun.
Then again I made another plan and it was ruined by flash rains in Himachal, so I had to make do with Shimla with my little sister. Fun? Yeah, we had lots of it.
A set of holidays. Another plan. What do you think?
Haha…failure! Yet again. At times, I think that I have mastered this art of failure.
What happened this time? A credit imbalance in my bank account and a husband beside whom I wanted to be.
In the perfect world, you would have found me going crazy and posting pictures of McLeodganj-Dharamshala right from outside that French cafe mentioned in the book, The Dalai Lama’s Cat, instead of this darn all-text-all-whine post.
This time, it’s no fun. Even the thought of reading about that place in that book teases the shit out of my soul.
My dream vacation since childhood, is it possible in this birth? I sincerely have no answer.
Like Dalai Lama picked that cat up from the streets of Delhi, I wish someday he will pick me up too and then we’ll talk all about finding one’s center and personal peace.
Or Maybe he’d just wave at me and I’ll faint.
And now I’m staring blankly at the keyboard on what to say next. I guess a goodbye would be the best. See you guys soon.
Failure to plan is planning to fail.
Hence, proved! Duh!