Let it come and go! Zen Gurumars insist on ‘ – again and again. There is a philosophy in this. Leaving life on its way; the philosophy of being normal. Nevertheless, ‘ don’t allow things we don’t need into our life! ‘ also says Zen. Saint Wu Li once went up and said, ′′ Did you cut a tree and water a plant before you gained wisdom? Ok… What wisdom have you gained now? Cut a tree; water a plant! ‘ Says. That means whatever it gets, ‘ Be yourself! ‘ This is what it means. He’s a worker; breaking stones is a business. More than twenty-five years of the same job; unreal salary; housewife, children, old parents, pickle, pluck, poverty..! he was exhausted in one stage. He hate himself and the life he lives. Will the emptiness of life pass like this shook him. One day he was going to work as usual. The weapons that break the stone in the bag that was carrying on the shoulder were heavy… Just like his heart! Street vendors who were selling fish and eggs… The sun that rises in the sky and drowning warmly in the sun… Monkeys that were branching… The boys that played across the road… Nothing was freezing for him. Kept on walking. That’s usually his path. At one point, his sight turned without knowing him.
That’s a businessman’s house. He was looking at the house that day. The businessman, who goes to many foreign countries and does business. Wealth has kept its prosperity from the exposure of the house to the roof of the house. A grand palace that is amazing to see. Crews rushing to the Eval. Great people and rich people in the town who are waiting to see him. Still a crowd waited to see him today. He took a sigh. ‘ Chee! I wish I was a businessman like him! ‘ He thought it was.That’s it. That magic happened. He has become a great businessman. Wealth, prosperity, workers are not short of anything. But he doesn’t have something important now. That, is a relief. He should have earned the jealousy and enmity of people less comfortable than him. One day he was looking at the street from the palace. Awe on the road. Sneak peek of what this guy is. A procession for the bells and the whole world to shout. Staff in front and back, security guards, a high government officer was on the way sitting in a pallak in the middle. People on the road with respect to the rally and stepped out of the way. Everyone bowed down to that officer… Poor, rich, businessman, everyone. He sighed watching this. ‘ How good it would be if I was a high officer like him! ‘
He thought it was That’s it. That miracle just happened. He has become a superior officer. He got respect everywhere he goes. The man force to the security. But he’s still not satisfied. One day he was returning from another town in Pallak. It was summer season. The fire was burnt. The wind is different for the addiction. He couldn’t sit inside, even though the toothpaste was carrying his tooth fast. He stretched his head out and saw the heat. The sun in the sky was laughing at him. ‘ How good it would be if I were the sun! ‘ He thought it was.
That’s it. Still the miracle happened. He has turned into a sun. He roamed freely in the sky. It was a pleasure to see the world from high till the east rise and disappear west. But..? Those who were caught in his heat scolded him as they saw him. Farmers have cursed. Workers who worked during the day were cut off. Sometimes black clouds gathered between him and the earth. They stopped his heat from sending him to earth. ‘
Oh… Do these black clouds have this much power? I wish I could become a black cloud too! ‘ He thought it was. Now he was transformed into a black cloud. He will shower soft rain if he wills. A little irritated he will shower the rain and turn villages and fields into flood forests. His favorite hobby was that people were scared of him. However, he has a feeling inside. Feeling like someone is getting caught and pushed. He also knows who it is. That is, the wind! ‘ Is this wind strong enough to hold me down? I wish I could become a wind! ‘ Just thought of it. He turned into the wind. Is he the wind? He will blow as a breeze; if thought, he will become a hurricane. He just liked being a hurricane. Throwing down roofs; making trees, sheep and cows… and why humans tremble has become his daily hobby. He thought himself to be a great powerful man.
He was wandering in the wind and found it somewhere. Mountain, just a high mountain. Turned into a big hurricane and headed towards it. He couldn’t do anything about it. Even after fighting with all the strength… mhmm… couldn’t move it even a bit. ‘ Is this mountain stronger than me? How I wish I could become such a mountain! ‘ He thought it was. Turned into a mountain. He liked the stand up. It was happy to think that there is nothing stronger than self in the world. Then some umbrella under his feet. The sound of ‘dock… dock… talk…’ Somebody is piercing his toe; piercing… In a short while he can cut off one of his finger. He bent down to see who he is with fear. A stone breaking worker’s hand put a chisel at the bottom of the mountain and cut it with a hammer.
vinodhan,