. This happen with me around 8:00 – 8:30 P.M, last week (23ed April 09 ) after finishing my work .
I was set out to travel by Metro from Azadapur to central sectaries while going home( Delhi). I was tired due to hectic work , stressed had very stressful week on personnel front. Over all an evening where I was just looking to keep myself aloof from everybody. (I used to think it is happening with me only where I am being anti-social (but mind it happen with everybody even with you) I was getting dam bore, and bugged up due to nothing reason.
Any way when I entered in the metro, I put on music and start listening music, I had novel (which I usually carry ), I tried vulnerable way to browse some pages. I was not consternating hundreds of things were coming in mind, which has no head n tail)and in between I realized I took a wrong train, It was going opposite direction I was so tired I could‘t even think of getting up, and changing the train in the next stoppages, All I thought leave It only two- three stops then this train will be going back to my destination. I am not going to change ,I closed my eyes tried to catch some dose of sleep. As this route is little less commercial and train was reaching to its last stop there was not much crowd. there were hardly 25- 30 people with whom I was traveling.
Around ten minutes letter, train reached to its last stops, people with whom I was traveling got up and left the train and few more got in the train. The Train had 5 minutes stop there. I open my eyes and was waiting in the train to start.Few asked me, Madam this is last stops I smiled and replying them, I know but I had to go in opposites way,.
As I was sitting in the train, something astonishing happened. To the right of my seat the door of metro, I saw two Buddhist monks stepped in the train.
a middle-aged man with East Asian features wearing a yellow-orange robe. One was immediately followed by a tall man, who then caught up with him, and the two walked side by side talking. How come don’t know but they choose sat next to me, though the train was less packed. At once I realized that I was looking at a Buddhist monk. I had seen Buddhist monk before, But This was the first time I was Traveling with them (It was a short journey only)
I had just begun to read about Buddhism a few months earlier, and I knew from my reading of Hermann Hesse’s Siddhartha that Buddhist monks wore saffron robes. Thus I could identify the person I was seeing as a bhikkhu. I was struck with wonder and amazement at the sight of this serene, self-composed man, who radiated lightness, inner contentment, and dignity. I had never identified them and seen before in closely
The small man alongside of the taller one presumably a professor, seemed to show him a certain respect and deference, which suggested to me that he was not an ordinary monk but a person of some stature. Just watching them in the train only, I was filled with joy and out of my boredom and tiredness. (Probably the reading of Robin Sharma n Paulo Coelho Novel too was an influence on me so I was gazing them and trying to understand their behavior. I would’t not deny that after what ever I read, I never wanted to know them how they live, I always wanted to know.
My feeling might have been similar to what a young Boy in the school might have felt if he looked up and for the very first time saw, and willing to keep many question but feel shilly-shally to ask. Train has started now running and I was thinking let me asked my quarries I am not doing nay crime asking genuine question, I am sure they will reciprocate. I wanted to approach those Monks and asked them who they are what they do and many other questions. But I was too shy, afraid that I would appear foolish. So I just sit there watching them, devouring them with my eyes, observing their movement during the four or five minutes. I was transfixed; then the small one the professor looked
at me I alter my eyes and sitting posture here and there with little embarrassment, He caught me gazing and passed a smile. I gave them back a confused smile The small man asked me You from Delhi, this is a great city. I replied yes and asked as I will ever get chance back
I am not really from Delhi but this city is my workplace, and the most stupid question I asked Are you “Monk bhikkhu” I mean I read a lot about you guys but never get interacted. The Tall one who also looking at me smile and said yes we are monk Bhikkhu
and studying philosophy – a subject about which he could speak with a boldness that would have drawn blushes from any ordinary one. I was confused to got the answer, then The Tall one whose name was very difficult to pronounce and the second one though they were communicating in English it was relatively difficult to understood them that well as they had different pronunciation. He said he is in India last two years and the small one who was his professor was there in India last ten years, learning philosophy.
They both from Malaysia and really found of India and the professor one said truly Incredible India. He was there in India since last Ten Years and was at the age of 50 plus
I barely identified him 35 plus. He was bony but had graceful glow on his face.
He said, was the rector of one Buddhist University and an accomplished Buddhist scholar. He had gotten a doctorate from Nalanda Buddhist Institute in India and had written an important comparative study of the Pali Majjhima Nikaya and the Chinese Madhyama Agama. He had learn Japanese philosophy , all The Vedas which he named as well Rigveda Yajurveda, Samveda, Atharveda not only this they studied about Ramkrishn pararhamhans Arya Samaj, Vivekanand, Mahatma gandhi, Nehru, Ancient India, Modern India, and even political science etc, They were so good with the Sanskrit language . Thanks to my History honors graduation degree of AMU, I could at least relate what they were talking. They visited the core part of India. This was very interesting to know. The train was reaching Its destination and I had less time to ask my quarries. Through out this small journey they were very amiable and pleasant .
There was one very interesting question which I asked them, is being monk peccary you need to study philosophy , and they replied Philosophy is actually a science like physics chemistry and other its is study of knowledge, truth, beauty, law, justice,language.it is a subject of wisdom to learn. which people across the world learn and educate other, while Monk is the way of living life which is detached from other though we live in the same world. It is not a subject to learn this is a way of living life same way as other even you do live, the approach is different.
I asked one more stupid question do u really enjoy living this way detached , He chuckled and replied me yes of course that's why we choose it.
Then I told then do you go to Himalaya and practice buddisham and all as I kept reading in the novel, I am sorry but I am unaware with subject.
he answer which I kept in my g talk MSG as well its better to "Try and fail, but don't fail to try". Its good and that you had an argue to know little girl.
No not necessary every Monk Bhikshu has to go and do the same practice, though even I also live in a place name Dhramshala ( Himachal pardesh) beautiful place for two years, but we live and practice life as an ordinary man , you know Dalai lama, he was there in Dharamshala when I was staying there for a visits.he is monk but as-well a strong political leader.
That’s why I am saying studying Studying philosophy is a subject to study which could be studied by many , being a monk is live and practicing a diffract and spiritual way of life.
Actually true, what you study is not necessary you practice. The context is different here but Subject is same.( As for me)
Train got stopped at Rajeev chauk , they were supposed to get down as this was their destination of journey, they wished me and again said India is good very good Incredible India and people too very good.and we now know thora thora Hindi( the way they said was very cute) I smiled at them. Train again started, my destination was only two stop more,
When I left the train, I was convinced we would never meet again; I did nothing to consciously facilitate another meeting with them. Yet I made a whole series of decisions, without any conscious design, I was happy, I was no where tired.
This story I am trying to keep short, but I know on this incident if tomorrow I will write a book I can, I had enough things to discussed and versatile., I was content I asked and knew some thing which I didn’t knew much about them.
This was always my hobbies to know and interact with various cultural of people and knowing them. It was good to know this part of life. Tomorrow if I read something about them at least I will be in better position to know and understand them.
I was happy and content , I went home , I took bath and I slept , I slept for long and I was happy. As I utilized my day and learn to know..
Any way when I entered in the metro, I put on music and start listening music, I had novel (which I usually carry ), I tried vulnerable way to browse some pages. I was not consternating hundreds of things were coming in mind, which has no head n tail)and in between I realized I took a wrong train, It was going opposite direction I was so tired I could‘t even think of getting up, and changing the train in the next stoppages, All I thought leave It only two- three stops then this train will be going back to my destination. I am not going to change ,I closed my eyes tried to catch some dose of sleep. As this route is little less commercial and train was reaching to its last stop there was not much crowd. there were hardly 25- 30 people with whom I was traveling.
Around ten minutes letter, train reached to its last stops, people with whom I was traveling got up and left the train and few more got in the train. The Train had 5 minutes stop there. I open my eyes and was waiting in the train to start.Few asked me, Madam this is last stops I smiled and replying them, I know but I had to go in opposites way,.
As I was sitting in the train, something astonishing happened. To the right of my seat the door of metro, I saw two Buddhist monks stepped in the train.
a middle-aged man with East Asian features wearing a yellow-orange robe. One was immediately followed by a tall man, who then caught up with him, and the two walked side by side talking. How come don’t know but they choose sat next to me, though the train was less packed. At once I realized that I was looking at a Buddhist monk. I had seen Buddhist monk before, But This was the first time I was Traveling with them (It was a short journey only)
I had just begun to read about Buddhism a few months earlier, and I knew from my reading of Hermann Hesse’s Siddhartha that Buddhist monks wore saffron robes. Thus I could identify the person I was seeing as a bhikkhu. I was struck with wonder and amazement at the sight of this serene, self-composed man, who radiated lightness, inner contentment, and dignity. I had never identified them and seen before in closely
The small man alongside of the taller one presumably a professor, seemed to show him a certain respect and deference, which suggested to me that he was not an ordinary monk but a person of some stature. Just watching them in the train only, I was filled with joy and out of my boredom and tiredness. (Probably the reading of Robin Sharma n Paulo Coelho Novel too was an influence on me so I was gazing them and trying to understand their behavior. I would’t not deny that after what ever I read, I never wanted to know them how they live, I always wanted to know.
My feeling might have been similar to what a young Boy in the school might have felt if he looked up and for the very first time saw, and willing to keep many question but feel shilly-shally to ask. Train has started now running and I was thinking let me asked my quarries I am not doing nay crime asking genuine question, I am sure they will reciprocate. I wanted to approach those Monks and asked them who they are what they do and many other questions. But I was too shy, afraid that I would appear foolish. So I just sit there watching them, devouring them with my eyes, observing their movement during the four or five minutes. I was transfixed; then the small one the professor looked
at me I alter my eyes and sitting posture here and there with little embarrassment, He caught me gazing and passed a smile. I gave them back a confused smile The small man asked me You from Delhi, this is a great city. I replied yes and asked as I will ever get chance back
I am not really from Delhi but this city is my workplace, and the most stupid question I asked Are you “Monk bhikkhu” I mean I read a lot about you guys but never get interacted. The Tall one who also looking at me smile and said yes we are monk Bhikkhu
and studying philosophy – a subject about which he could speak with a boldness that would have drawn blushes from any ordinary one. I was confused to got the answer, then The Tall one whose name was very difficult to pronounce and the second one though they were communicating in English it was relatively difficult to understood them that well as they had different pronunciation. He said he is in India last two years and the small one who was his professor was there in India last ten years, learning philosophy.
They both from Malaysia and really found of India and the professor one said truly Incredible India. He was there in India since last Ten Years and was at the age of 50 plus
I barely identified him 35 plus. He was bony but had graceful glow on his face.
He said, was the rector of one Buddhist University and an accomplished Buddhist scholar. He had gotten a doctorate from Nalanda Buddhist Institute in India and had written an important comparative study of the Pali Majjhima Nikaya and the Chinese Madhyama Agama. He had learn Japanese philosophy , all The Vedas which he named as well Rigveda Yajurveda, Samveda, Atharveda not only this they studied about Ramkrishn pararhamhans Arya Samaj, Vivekanand, Mahatma gandhi, Nehru, Ancient India, Modern India, and even political science etc, They were so good with the Sanskrit language . Thanks to my History honors graduation degree of AMU, I could at least relate what they were talking. They visited the core part of India. This was very interesting to know. The train was reaching Its destination and I had less time to ask my quarries. Through out this small journey they were very amiable and pleasant .
There was one very interesting question which I asked them, is being monk peccary you need to study philosophy , and they replied Philosophy is actually a science like physics chemistry and other its is study of knowledge, truth, beauty, law, justice,language.it is a subject of wisdom to learn. which people across the world learn and educate other, while Monk is the way of living life which is detached from other though we live in the same world. It is not a subject to learn this is a way of living life same way as other even you do live, the approach is different.
I asked one more stupid question do u really enjoy living this way detached , He chuckled and replied me yes of course that's why we choose it.
Then I told then do you go to Himalaya and practice buddisham and all as I kept reading in the novel, I am sorry but I am unaware with subject.
he answer which I kept in my g talk MSG as well its better to "Try and fail, but don't fail to try". Its good and that you had an argue to know little girl.
No not necessary every Monk Bhikshu has to go and do the same practice, though even I also live in a place name Dhramshala ( Himachal pardesh) beautiful place for two years, but we live and practice life as an ordinary man , you know Dalai lama, he was there in Dharamshala when I was staying there for a visits.he is monk but as-well a strong political leader.
That’s why I am saying studying Studying philosophy is a subject to study which could be studied by many , being a monk is live and practicing a diffract and spiritual way of life.
Actually true, what you study is not necessary you practice. The context is different here but Subject is same.( As for me)
Train got stopped at Rajeev chauk , they were supposed to get down as this was their destination of journey, they wished me and again said India is good very good Incredible India and people too very good.and we now know thora thora Hindi( the way they said was very cute) I smiled at them. Train again started, my destination was only two stop more,
When I left the train, I was convinced we would never meet again; I did nothing to consciously facilitate another meeting with them. Yet I made a whole series of decisions, without any conscious design, I was happy, I was no where tired.
This story I am trying to keep short, but I know on this incident if tomorrow I will write a book I can, I had enough things to discussed and versatile., I was content I asked and knew some thing which I didn’t knew much about them.
This was always my hobbies to know and interact with various cultural of people and knowing them. It was good to know this part of life. Tomorrow if I read something about them at least I will be in better position to know and understand them.
I was happy and content , I went home , I took bath and I slept , I slept for long and I was happy. As I utilized my day and learn to know..
