Life is like sitting on a train backwards facing
Not knowing when we will reach our destination,
The final destination.
After sometime the train resumes its journey back to its departing station.
Back and forth it goes.
Carrying an uncertain number of passengers,
All from different backgrounds:
Rich, poor, young, old, students, teachers, buyers, sellers…
On a bench sat a man,
Dressed in a shirt and pants like a middle class worker.
He took out a chopping board,
He must be a chef and he is trying to save time by chopping things here in the train,
Thought the mind,
And the man started chopping onions and boiled potatoes,
How fast and skilled he chopped
Finely dressed and finely chopped
What a skill!
Had a concentrated look in his eyes
Some contentment in his heart
Yet sometimes his mind wandered off
Should I be doing something else?
But chopping he continued
Is he going to take these vegetables home and cook?
Soon he finished his skillful job.
What is this man doing?
And he pulled out his muri (puffed rice) snack kit,
Dangerous kit this was,
A big metal box with lots of muri,
And different small containers of spices and condiments like
Boiled chickpeas, coconut strips and bujia (crispy fried snack with masala)
Everything danced around like it was Holi—the festival of colors
Customers saw this,
And the maestro started his symphony,
His little spoon worked like a baton stick
Conducting a synaesthetic symphony of
Sounds, colors, smells, flavors and textures.
What a masterpiece!
He was not just a muri wallah (person associated with a specific job or service)
As many people would think.
He was a man selling completeness in life
(Althought he had his short mind wanderings and doubts with it,)
He was able to experience the ecstatic joy of concentration and sense of purpose in life.
He was a teacher,
Spreading the message that
No job is too small and no job is too big.
As long as you are mindful while performing it and pour Love into it,
Doing it as selfless service to others,
You become closer to God and to find fullness in life.
Just like a farmer who plows and works on his field,
You will soon reap the benefits from it.
Let Love spring forth from your Heart when you perform your job
Or else go find a new one that allows you to do so.
Life is short
Like a play
You find your role and perform it.
In the end,
All there is or isn’t
It’s just a child’s play…