Conglomeration–1

I mean that’s what monks are doing–they’re afraid of close relations because they’ve suffered from pangs of expectations–so they avoid them–it’s not as if they altogether run out of society. No, that’s not the case. The social meme or gene whatever you would, still present in them needs them to socialize as much as in any other human being does. But they change the form of socializing–they randomly meet some persons and talk with them about God, about meditation and after-life and then walk away. When they’re with those persons who were very likely having similar frequency as theirs–they were friendly with them but when they leave they forget them altogether.

This is how monks move from place to place, from one pilgrimage to other. Therefore they have no friends and they have no enemies either. They don’t really want much out of relations, out of anyone…that’s why they have neither enemies nor friends. But their social meme wants them to socialize as much as anyone else’s. 

Similarly some people act on social platforms–on online forums–they’ve seen alpha and omega of relations–they’ve tasted its sweet and bitter juices. Now they interact randomly with people–using generic greetings–even when they’re sincere in their appreciation or comments about each other’s work of art they’re never expecting much in return. It’s just acting on meme of socializing. So people come a bit close but most of them come to realize that monks are not for close relations–they’re random and they’re sincere but aloof—this creates kind of unique relations–monks very briefly touch many many lives but soon disappear out of scenes. These kind of distorted relations are because of the fear of tasting bitter juices which they had tasted in the past and yet being unable to totally renounce all socializing is because a certain gene forces them to socialize.


He travels to the girl’s place. Girl introduces him to her mom. She gives him a mirror. After a brief chit-chat he becomes wary of her neighbors who have suspecting glances. He thinks of parting. He wanted to spend some more time but his doubts don’t let him do so. The girl looks into the water in the bucket to fathom the future. She’s wearing white. He’s wearing black. He has water splashes on his face; perhaps it was drizzling on the way.

As he walks down the aisle he looks into a mirror on porch. He finds that his beard has become grey. His anatomy is giving unto the time. He reaches his home and is insecure about the phone which is with his cousin. He might get a message from the girl anytime. Then he gets his phone from his cousin who was listening some songs. He tries to delete this message but somehow can’t. The message is too exalting. He finds himself brooding over the future.

The monk realizes that destination was never the destination, it was wrongly assumed to be so. It was always a journey. It’s always going to be a journey into the infinity, into the timeless. But the journey is more of joy than of effort now. Gone are the days of effort–now only joy pervades. He’s often flying to the places. Sometimes some angels come and take him to some gardens to let him taste the forbidden fruits of knowledge and at others he flies on his own. 

He’s standing in front of a betel-leaves shop with a school friend. They both eat a paan but these don’t taste as good as they used to do earlier in Relonade. Both of them were working in Relonade. They had ordered these betel-masal-leaves to be sweet but they’re not sweet. He arranges his bag and keeps the fairy-tales in his bag. Some other friends join them over there and he thinks of financial burdens as he’s not earning much. He’s a wonderful host. He has always been so. His friend offers to help but he declines and entertains all of the friends on his own.

He finally feels he’s parting from his school friend. He says to him with a heavy voice and tears in his eyes–” I would visit you someday and we would stay together.” His friend says that he had already suggested him to do so. 

Prior to this scene, he was in a strange home with his friend. He requests to his friend to extend his leaves so that they could be together for a longer period of time. His friend complies. They speak about their childhood adventures for a while and they feel nostalgic. They talk about state of affairs in society feeling that everyone wants to get rich quickly either by fair or by questionable means. As he starts leaving for betel-leaves shop he is unable to find his footwears. He meets a strange forgotten lady on the door who is cunning and clever. 



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