Spirituality-What would you call it?
>> Monday, July 12, 2010
I am not a very spiritual, believer or a religious person. Being simple is enough that is my belief. I don’t go to temples or follow any rituals. I do simple meditation. But, I am curious by nature. I read a lot and along with stories and fictions which form major part of my reading, I also indulge in reading on religion, spirits, epics etc. as a matter of interest and try to find reason in them. I definitely don’t believe in miracles. But two or three simple incidents in my life set me thinking. Here is one of them.
When I was in school, we had a group of five friends, Karan, Vinod, Navin, Rashmi and me. We were a tight group. Rashmi was closest to me because we were neighbors and friends even before we started our schooling. Even after school hours we gathered in the nearby play ground and played together till late evening. On holidays also we planned activities together. Those were carefree days. We scattered after passing our school final exams. I joined St. Xavier’s and the rest of the gang opted for Ashutosh College. I left studies halfway and joined a renowned marketing company. A year later I was transferred to Bombay. Soon I was given an independent territory and shifted to Delhi. Barring three- four days in a month, I was always on tour. In this marathon of marketing, I had little time for anything else. After a while I was given a different territory to handle and for years I shifted my base throughout the country.
Meanwhile, I would often remember my school friends, college friends and neighbors in passing and vow to make link with them when I was in Calcutta. I never got around to it though I visited the city frequently. I never found time enough to establish contact with them, specially, Rashmi.
The first two weeks of my retirement went into paperwork, third in meeting close relatives and the fourth in a long deserved rest. After that I was free and still after, bored. I yearned to meet old friends, establish the old rapport, most of all Rashmi among them. I made enquiries about his whereabouts, but failed. I was restless for a couple of days. I was desperate to find him. Suddenly, out of the blue, I received a call from my old teacher. She found my number from my sister with whom she was occasionally in touch with. My teacher told me that an old students’ get- to-gather was arranged, that this was the first and above all, it was arranged in Mumbai and not Calcutta. To my utter disbelief and surprise, there was Rashmi at the door of the venue greeting the guests.
What would you call it?
When I was in school, we had a group of five friends, Karan, Vinod, Navin, Rashmi and me. We were a tight group. Rashmi was closest to me because we were neighbors and friends even before we started our schooling. Even after school hours we gathered in the nearby play ground and played together till late evening. On holidays also we planned activities together. Those were carefree days. We scattered after passing our school final exams. I joined St. Xavier’s and the rest of the gang opted for Ashutosh College. I left studies halfway and joined a renowned marketing company. A year later I was transferred to Bombay. Soon I was given an independent territory and shifted to Delhi. Barring three- four days in a month, I was always on tour. In this marathon of marketing, I had little time for anything else. After a while I was given a different territory to handle and for years I shifted my base throughout the country.
Meanwhile, I would often remember my school friends, college friends and neighbors in passing and vow to make link with them when I was in Calcutta. I never got around to it though I visited the city frequently. I never found time enough to establish contact with them, specially, Rashmi.
The first two weeks of my retirement went into paperwork, third in meeting close relatives and the fourth in a long deserved rest. After that I was free and still after, bored. I yearned to meet old friends, establish the old rapport, most of all Rashmi among them. I made enquiries about his whereabouts, but failed. I was restless for a couple of days. I was desperate to find him. Suddenly, out of the blue, I received a call from my old teacher. She found my number from my sister with whom she was occasionally in touch with. My teacher told me that an old students’ get- to-gather was arranged, that this was the first and above all, it was arranged in Mumbai and not Calcutta. To my utter disbelief and surprise, there was Rashmi at the door of the venue greeting the guests.
What would you call it?
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