The breeze moved swiftly through the trees as if some one is following it. In its wake it rustled leafs on the ground, disturbed the carefully spread chaos of the forest floor. The tall deodar trees blocked the wind with their bulky trunks and the mountains rose out of the ground to hold the swift passage of the breeze. Yogi Baba smiled, watching this unfolding drama between the breeze and the elements of Rishikesh. The sun was almost over the hill and there is little cold spreading in the forest. As he thought of the winters, spreading its wings, he gathered his robes about him more tightly though he was not feeling cold. From his place, he can see the river passing swiftly by and few river rafts going on to their last trip down to the Laxman Jhula. How contented those smiling faces on the rafts are. After working all week, it’s so easy for them to cutoff from their work in some software firm down town in Delhi and pack their bag to take a quick break. It must be a weekend. He has been sitting here for some time now, thinking what answer he is going to give Yogini Vashudha’s question, “Is life all about living in control, abstinence and detachment or is there any space for just living?” As the sun moved from one hill to another, he felt the ashram calling out to him. It was getting darker and the chill in the winds became heavier and began to settle on his thoughts. How times have changed? From the days when he used to run away from the confines of the ashram; to this time now, when he is eagerly looking forward to going back to the same room, same idols, and same temples. Probably today he will find the answer and answer Yogini. He could sense the change in him now. As the sun, moved behind the deodar trees, his thoughts moved on to the times, a life time ago. It is almost 12 year now. A long journey from chaos of city life, business parties and competitive lust to this place in the Himalayan forest where one can actually hear the river moving over the stones, the wind blowing over the trees. Yes it was a long journey, from being Ashutosh Upadhyaya to being transformed into Yogi Baba. Some times Yogi Baba used to doubt why there was so much delay in being here and now.
- To be continued Next Week