Unlike Ramana Maharishi I can’t ask the question?
Who am I?
I am just a simple person an ordinary man
Unfortunately bracketed with the educated and elite
By historical accident and benevolent fate symbolized by
Strong parental genes and brought up in an unspoilt village
of those days.
No great virtues and not much menacing vices
But I must hasten to add, like any ordinary man
I have all the devils in abundance in my heart and mind
Thank God, many a time I have not gone
As free as the mind had dictated or desired or imagined
An unseen hand has always protected me from
Falling into dirt and filth-the Satan’s Paradise
Being violently irritated with happening in the country
Watching the silent sufferings and the
Aggressive submission of the masses for ages and centuries
And thus denied of all the
simplest pleasures of life
Inclusive of chaos at work place, home and street corner,
Each morning I awoke early morning not fully refreshed.
The Result: The whole day did not belong to me
Like the whole country do not belong to the majority poor
Earlier we get out of this secret sadness
The chaos theory in full play
The better for the country
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