Freezing

Motto:
The disease which inflicts bureaucracy and what they usually die from is routine. – John Stuart Mill

To me is cold. Not very cold but, winter, you know.



Remember childhood ?

Do someone of you remember the first step ? The first sight of the light ?
Or the time when you first encounter a new sensation, a new taste, a new sound.

Do you remember the first kiss ? Or the first love ?

In life it is so. We react for the first time, but when the feeling or sensation tend to repeat we tend to freeze, to fell it less and less.

More or less, this help us go further, and, in the end, force us go further in a well known way.

Sure, it would be very hard for us to start it over every day, to rethink all the ideas in our minds, to reevaluate our relations, our feelings daily.
So, most of us tend to take, at one moment or another, the simple classical path that became our daily routine.

Besides that, we could always use the landscape world we could create. The wonderland we have and keep secret to others, showing only the bright side of it, like in the picture.
No one likes to talk very much about Richard Parker. Given attention, awake him.

So, day by day we change ourselves into something new, more abiding to daily routine and, in the end, we could call that loyalty or principles or, even loyalty to our principles.

But could this be some sort of inability to evolve ? Is this “The Wall” from our life ?

And then, if one chose to “break through”, what ? What to do after that ?
Richard Parker could be scary and angry but is already known. We know to deal with him, we know to feed him, and to avoid him.

But what if we face something new ? What if we have to reconsider everything ?

Alcohol is like love. The first kiss is magic, the second is intimate, the third is routine. After that you take the girl's clothes off. – Raymond Chandler

Sure, one have to balance between new and ... loyalty, but, after all, each one of us must follow he’s path, to achieve he’s goals and to try, at least, the best for him.

Meri subhkamay tumhare saath hain !


A friend told me about that:
"What if the new path chosen is the least travelled path, through dark forests haunted by spirits and nay sayers. What if that path seems to lead you into an ever growing darkness which seems to close in around you, making the path seem wicked... the path to hell.
What if when you turn around and look backwards, there is someone standing at the entry with a flickering light looking condescendingly at you and asking you to return.What if, you instead, do the irrational... follow the only person you trust ... YOURSELF and go on deeper into the mist, armed only with YOUR own belief.

What if you stumble and die, would you not be happier knowing that you tried?

What if this path was a trial by fire and it finally led you to your goal?"

And I answered:

"For a wise man - rushi (I like how it sound in telugu) the path to the objective (and for such a man there is only one objective, not related to friends, family or principles) some personal features are very important, in order to succed.
A strong will is the first. This could be achieved through tapas.
Knowledge, not only from books, but from observing all the time the surrounding reality, himself and all the other creatures.
Faith, meaning not blind submission, but a more elevated feeling, of asking and getting support, of sharing something with someone else, until the "I" will disolve.

Now, all these require courage and the ultimate test of courage is to let go that feeling of identity, of "I".

Why I say all this ?
Because doing so, the wise man tamed the Richard Parker (or the intellect form inside - the budhi hw sanskrit name it) and have no more fear to walk ... "into the valley of death" (nor a dark forest).
Because doing that, one change he's status from subject to master, and could master all the world. In fact, he do nothing but to reestablish his natural position, he's natural powers.

So, yes, following this path will transform you into a God (deva) and your deeds will have no more a color (nor good nor bad).
Eventually, this is beyond morality, ethics and what so ever concern the social rules."

Ava lok Ishwara

Motto:
Look at how a single candle can both defy and define the darkness. – Anne Frank

I never liked the modern history, perhaps because it is so near to us, so near that it affect our fathers and grandfathers and, somehow, even ourselves.
Also, being so recent, she lack the mystery and glamour and all the wonderful scents of the true history.
But history is like the wheel of life, always in motion and never stopping, crushing everything in her path, disrespectful about souls and feelings.

For foreigners Ava in Sanskrit = down , lok in Sanskrit = is the verb to observe and Ishwara in Sanskrit = the name of the teacher of all the wise man’s, later considered a God (or the manifestation of a God) – according to Patanjali he is a special soul, not affected by birth, and nor by any other causes.


Anagha went to Kurukshetra, how Indra instructed him, and fought bravely for days. During this fight he reencounter Pushpak and even Gautama.
First he could not understand what could a rishi do on the battle field, but then, seeing all the Vimanas and the magic weapons that Devas used he began to understand that the might of a wise man could be even greater that that of one warrior, and not metaphorical but effectively.

In the end of the fight, the king of God’s was true to his word and when he got back to the shovel, he find Mrinmayee there.
And they could lived happily ever after but, the life and the world was changing.

At the beginning people began to disobey the laws of Manu, ignoring the order and, in the end, the God’s too.
Man’s began to demanding equal rights with God’s and that make the Gods to retreat in them mountains.

And then, the curse of Gods, for the disrespect for them, occur to humans.
Lakhs of strangers came to the country, and invaded the land.

Them morality was so poor, they claim they could do anything just for fun. And they did it.
People were astonished by the black magic of those strangers, who claim that those all are cows, and, of course, they wanted to be the farmers.

This make Anagha to retreat himself in the mountains, at Kailash.
And life was good there.

But one day, Kamadeva passing by and willing to make him a joke, because he was looking down in the valley during his meditation, the God shoot him with an arrow, with the hope this will awake him and make him, once again, part of the world and life.
Strangely, in the exactly moment when the arrow hit Anagha, a tiger went from the bushes near, and he saw that tiger, not the humans.

Then, calming down himself, he remembered the five virtues and acknowledged that humans nowadays don’t even remember all the stories of the past, and he decided to tell them, and to watch them.

Meri subhkamay tumhare saath hain !

The time of Nagas and Rajas

Motto:
If you're going through hell, keep going. – Winston Churchill

Perhaps this will be a little scary but hey, this feeling is a drug we take daily. And, after all, how else could make a frog became a beautiful, courageous, strong and shining Prince ?

For foreigners Naga in Sanskrit = the King Cobra and Raja in Sanskrit = the King

Anagha was returning from the war for Vanavashika, where he fight alongside of the Gods against the Asuras that came beyond the ocean. So he see the mighty monkey’s army and them great leader, which was so strong that he could fight alone Lakhs of asuras.
On the long run back home he recall all the story that lead him to participate at this war.

It was in the evening he returned home, to the beloved Mrinmaye, when it occurs. He saw from the distance the smoke arising and run like a fool to see what happens.
At the time he arrived all have been done already and the body of Mrinmaye lying down with no breath.
He almost got crazy. He’s mind was darkened and the image of the hut on the bank of the river, the smell of the smoke and the image of he’s love dead always haunted him afterwards.

After burning her body, he went in the forest, wandering from here to there with no aim on he’s mind until a day, when he meet an old man.
The old saluted him but he was so lost with he’s nightmares that did not noticed him.

Then the old man came to him and hit him hard, with the truncheon, and that awake him from the tamasic dreams and forced him to look to the old man. It was Gautama, he’s former neighbor, the husband of Ahalya.
He recall himself and salute the sage one.

After this, things became blurry in he’s memory and he can not recall what happen next.
Only when he arrived in the courtyard of Taksasila seems that he’s memory return to him.



And how beautiful was to live in the University, with teachers and students around him, plenty of books to read and all those exercises they do daily.
It was a good time for him and seems that all the wrong and bad is away, seems that gods are again smiling to him and life could became, once again, beautiful.

The kingdom of Gandhara was ruled then by Ambhi, a persian client named to rule it, but Taksasila was flourishing and proud of her 2.000 years history.
Everything was good in the University, and he enjoy every day there, and share all those with he’s new friend, Kautilya. They were like brothers now, sharing everything.

So, after the study of Vedas and the eighteens arts Anagha became more an more attracted by the ancient wisdom and the practice of a virtuous life.
So, he dedicate he’s penance to them master, Narayana and to he’s beautiful wife, Vidya.
He’s brother Kautilya did the same for the master Dhanvantari.

That for he began to meditate, under the water of Indus, and dedicate this to the worshiped family of he’s master.

One day, seeing he’s great penances, the great Narayana talked to him and ask him what boon could he gave him for the effort he made.
Anagha answered that he just want he’s life in the hut, with Mrinmaye back.
This answer troubled the great teacher and he went away thoughtfull.

Few days later, the great master Narayana came to him and told him he must go in south, to cross the Vindhya mountains and find the nest of the great golden eagle, tame the great bird and with them, to go further south to the great Dandaka forest. Once there, he was to join the army of the Deva’s, lead by Indra.
He was to join them in the war and then return to the hut, on the Drisatvati bank, where to eventually find Mrinmaye.

What a joy brought to he’s harth this promised boon from the great master, he could not tell. Words are not enough that for. He prepared all that he needs and on the next day morning he went south.

The golden eagle was a very wise bird, and Anagha learn allot from her, especially regarding the rules of this world, till the day when Kalki will ride the world. So, he named the great golden bird, Pushpak, and together went further, to meet the god’s army.

Indra already waited them, knowing they are to came, and began the preparation for the great fight with the demons from south of Lanka.
It was there Anagha first meet the mighty army of monkeys and them glorious leader.

The fight was glorious and he, with the help of Pushpak were in the middle of fight for many days, fighting like tigers and killing many enemies.
Then, after the fight, the gathering with all those new friends and comrades of arms he made there, was a moment to remember.
And after that, the way back home, with the hope to see again Mrinmaye and the hut, to restart them life.
Pushpack lead the way back, until the Vindhya mountain, then he parted on he’s way, wit the promise to seek each other, to revisit once.

So, he returned to Trigarta, crossing the Kamyaka forest when he noticed a bull. So many times after that he cursed that moment and believed he better walk away to he’s hut.
Still, he followed that bull, because he’s presence there was strange.

So, behind a bush, he witnesed how the bull went to meet Ahalya, the prettiest wife of Gautama and how they love each other.
Acknowledging what he saw, he quietly departed from there and returned to he’s way back home, but in the way appeared Gautama, the maharishi that saved he’s life, and he asked Anagha if he did not see he’s wife.
Because of he’s pure mind and body he could not lie, and told to the old wise man what he saw.

Then, the old man commanded that bull to came in he’s presence, there, in he’s true nature.
In front of them appeared Indra himself.
Gautama cursed the king of gods and this enraged very much the mighty god, who immediately understand why and how Gautama got the knowledge of he’s deeds.

So, Indra also cursed Anagha to not receive he’s boon until he will not fulfill the task that he, Indra, will give him.

He was desperate, so near to the dream of he’s life and now, another test to pas. Seems he’s dream have gone, again, so far.

He asked instructions from Indra of what task is he expected to do, in order to escape the curse and, Indra answered:
- You should go back in north, in the land of Kuru, at Indraprashta, and wait there for my call.

So, Anagha waited for a time in Kuru land for the sign of Indra and when this came, he was ready to do anything to escape the curse.
When Indra appeared to him, he only say’s : Go to Kurukshetra and join them there.

It was a glorious battle.

Meri subhkamay tumhare saath hain !

The Immortals of DaKsha

Motto:
The opposite of love is not hate, its apathy, when u simply don't bother about that person! – Amish Tripathi
This is not about love, but about will to exist and forge an Nation with a might and strong Country.
Even so, love for others is a great part of this endeavor.

For foreigners DaKsha in Sanskrit = the Country of God’s

The story began in the ancient Trigarta (women or pearl), on the banks of Drisatvati river and having the “little” Kamyaka forest as a shield of the land, from south.

Anagha the innocent was wandering on the forest, aiming to hunt a deer, taking small steps, listening to all the sounds around him, noticing all the colors and smells, counting all the leaf’s from the trees.
He’s mind was one with the bow and arrow, aiming always for the target he had in mind. No failure ever succeed to him before, because he’s mind is clear, like the water from a spring font.

Then, soundless, a presence became more and more sensible. He’s soul feel it like an old acquaintance, someone unexpected and covered in shadows.

- Namaste, oh great One ! Anagha said.
- Shh ! May the God’s bless you, oh pure Anagha. Say the great one.
- What bring you here, mighty Naga ? asked Anagha.
- Oh, you favorite of the God’s, a big trouble is in the world of Devas and Asuras. And only you could be of any help. Answered the mighty Naga.
- How is that ? How could I help where Deva’s and Asura’s are in trouble, o great one ?
- You should travel to the Kailasa mountain, and find the man’s of Kimpurusha. Only that sort of mongrel people will save the humans from this land, till the time when Deva’s will finally defeat the Asuras and restore the order for the Bharat people.
Saying this, he tilted he’s head and quietly disappeared in the woods.

Then a nice spotted deer appeared in the sight of Anagha and he, without a word, aimed and shouted him down with he’s arrow.

When Anagha arrived at home, Mrinmaye waited him already, in the house door, with the water to wash him feet’s.
- Welcome, my Lord ! she said.
- Oh dear Mrinmaye ! Oh, my bellowed one, my sun and my daylight. He answered her welcoming.
- You bring such a nice deer. I will prepare him for you.
- My dear, I have meet, in the forest, the great Naga. And he told me I have to go in the north, to meet the people of Kimpurusha.
- You went early in the morning to hunting, but I also had dreamed about this.
It was a perfect peak, looking the same from all the parts. He was higher than the sky itself and a great light was upon it. Then it was a great snake, surrounding that mountain and Deva’s and Asura’s was churning the great mountain with this snake. So the snake died, but from he’s body plenty of others small snakes emerged, and went in the land.
From all those little snakes, one grew bigger and bigger, swallowing everything, even he’s brothers.
So, he grew up so huge that he was of the size of the mountain.
All people from earth where scared and run away from that snake. Other gave him sacrifices and began to worship him as the mightiest God. So, everything for humans became to be counted in gold, for this was the best loved sacrifice for the Snake.

Then, from the heights of the sky, a golden eagle came, and he cried out so strong that all humans knows he came. And the world trembled so strong from this cry that waters have invaded the earth and all creatures knows that a savior has arrived.
- Then I wake up from the sleep, and noticed you have already gone, so I have dreaded for you all the day, knowing something will happen.
- Oh, my dear, I think I must see the great Rishi, before doing this trip. Perhaps he’s wisdom will guide me through this or will gave me guidance.
- I talked last week with Ahalya, he’s wife, and she told me he will go in the forest for penance until the next year.
- Then I have to do it myself, without he’s advice. I will prepare Nandi for leaving tomorrow morning.

And so, Anagha went into the north lands, with the hope to discover there the salvation from the curse that was to happen in the land.

People of Kimpurusha where tall and strong, like any people from mountains. They also don’t speak much and act very direct.
Them jokes where incomprehensible for Anagha, because he was yet pure in mind and soul.
Them women’s don’t attract him too, because in he’s mind was always Mrinmaye.

Still, something strange happen to Anagha, during this experience with Kimpurushan’s, because he began to be attracted by them greatness of gesture, them nice looking clothes and jewelries and, especially by them glorious stories regarding wars and fights.

At the beginning was not the case of wealth loving, but this mirage of great palaces, golden plates and ... theaters.
All those where so different from the hut he lives with Mrinmaye.

So, he lead them back to Trigarta, with the true hope in he’s heart that them might will save the land, and all those living there.

Meri subhkamay tumhare saath hain !

Dhanyavaad Vayu II

“Think of India and images of an ancient culture comes to mind. But things have been changing -- and changing rapidly in the past few decades. The bottom line is: India is young.” – Vatsala Kaul

Tot pe malurile golfului Bengal, insa in alta parte, in alta lume parca, Alan admira oceanul de pe mal. Si el vedea tot un apus de soare insa se gandea la cu totul alte lucruri.

Pentru el, un european, lumea aceasta era mai mult decit mitica insa el intelegea miturile asa cum le stia din copilarie. Pentru el iubirea pentru natura era simbol al driadelor, al faunilor si satirilor, al nimfelor si al tritonilor si sirenelor.

Nu putea intelege viata fara pasiune, fara eros si magie, fara ...

Oare nu de aceea la inmormantare se intreba daca omul a trait din plin viata sa ?

Si totusi, dupa doi ani in Himalaya, incepuse sa inteleaga si recluziunea, retragerea in sine si, ce ciudat pentru un crestin, sa inteleaga ce insemnau in fapt cele 10 porunci, ce insemna sa nu pastrezi fructul faptelor tale pentru tine.

In copilariei isi imagina ca poate fi un mare cavaler, ce calareste dragoni, ca poate stapani lumea aceasta prin magie, si cate vise in care el, marele vrajitor, lupta pentru a salva lumea nu avusese.

De cite ori, isi aducea aminte, nu alerga prin camera sau prin curtea casei parintesti, cu sabia sa de lemn, taind si strapungand dusmanii omenirii, fiintele inturnericului si ale raului.

In cele din urma ajunsese sa se indragosteasca, tocmai aici, in India si aceasta a fost o cu totul alta poveste in viata sa.

Era deja destul de matur si ar fi trebuit sa stie ca povestea lui Pygmalion si a Galateei ... e doar o poveste.

Acum era fiecare singur, sau asa ii placea sa creada, fiecare pe drumul sau, dupa ce globul  lor de cristal s-a spart.

A fugit pana la marginea lumii ca sa ce ? Ce a vrut sa faca aici ?

Nu isi mai aducea aminte. Motivele de inceput deveneau tot mai obscure, tot mai ascunse memoriei sale si atit de simbiotic intrepatrunse cu evenimentele vietii sale incit nu mai distingea intre vise, intentii si fapte.

Stia doar ca toate acele experiente au fost unice, minunate, indiferent daca au fost placute sau neplacute, bune sau rele.

Tot ce isi mai aducea aminte era adierea aceea a vantului, ce uneori facea parul ei sa se rasfire, alteori ii arunca praf in ochi insa, de cele mai multe ori, il racorea si ii dadea senzatia ca are aripi, ca poate sa zboare.

Devenise prea serios in ultima vreme, prea prins de jocul vietii si uitase sa mai faca acel pas inapoi, acel pas care ii limpezea vederea si, fiind asa, nu mai putea sa vada culorile vantului.

Nici nu il mai putea vedea cum rasfira parul ei, nici ...

Totusi, era tanar, prea tanar ca sa renunte, prea tanar ca sa inteleaga, prea tanar ca sa ... continue.

Si ce bine ca inca era tanar. Poate intr-o zi va reinvata cum sa vada si sa asculte vantul, poate ....

Dhanyavad Vayu I

“The Experience of Sacred Space makes possible the "founding of the world": where the sacred manifests itself in space, the real unveils itself, the world comes into existence.” – Mircea Eliade

Era o dimineață însorită și se anunța o zi fierinte.

Aadarsh și-a început ziua ca de obicei. S-a trezit greu, după ce stătuse târziu în noapte cu prietenii pe chat. A mers la baie și și-a curățit nasul, trăgând apă pe nara dreaptă și apoi pe cea stângă, de mai multe ori. Asta îl va ajuta să aibe mintea limpede toată ziua, respirația liniștită și calmă. După aceea s-a spălat pe dinți și s-a barberit (nu că ar fi avut cine știe ce barbă, dar asta îi dădea senzația că e bărbat).

Apoi a mers la bucătărie și și-a pregătit niste Maggie noodles și un pahar de lapte cu cacao. Ăsta era micul său dejun normal.

În cele din urmă a ajuns și în campus, unde s-a întâlnit cu prietenii săi.

Aadarsh era student la IIT, la fel ca mulți alți tineri indieni, în prestigiosul campus de la Cheenai, motiv de mândrie pentru el și familia sa. Școala asta era ca un fel de fermă, în care o mulțime de tineri intrau și când ieșeau de acolo, pe piață, deveneau o marfă comună pentru tarabele consumatorilor de creiere.

Familia sa se stabilise în Trivandrum, Kerala, după moarte bunicului său (tatăl tatălui său) care era din Jodhpur, Rajahstan, frumosul oraș albastru, locuind acum lângă familia mamei sale.

Majoritatea colegilor săi erau, totusi, din Tamil Nadu și din Andhara Pradesh, așa că în campus se vorbea tamil și telugu, însă se înțelegea bine cu prietenii săi în engleză.

Ciudat, cum fiecare indian vorbește cam 5 limbi și cu toate astea India este recunoscută pentru o alfabetizare de numai 75%.

- Salut Aadarsh (Ideal). Ce mai faci ?

- Salut Anil (The wind god). Acum am ajuns. Ce facem azi ?

- Mergem cu Muni (Sage) pe plaja din Mahabalipuram ?

- Asa de departe ? Nu am mai fost niciodata cu bicicletele asa de departe.

- Vrei sa vedem templele lui Siva ? si zâmbește ștrengărește, sau ne oprim la Pondicherry.

Amândoi râd copios.

- Hai să bem o cafea, până vine și Muni.

- Ok. Dar tu plătești Aadarsh.

Aadarsh zâmbește, dar îi acceptă aceste glume lui Anil, pentru că ține mult la el. Se cunosc din școala primară, și de atunci sunt colegi.

Cei doi se așează la o masă din complexul campusului și comandă cele două cafele.

Vântul adie, ca o mîngâiere lină peste mese, mișcând frunzele din copaci.

- Ce bine că ne mai răcorește adierea aceasta a vîntului, spune Aadarsh.

- Hehe, ar fi mai bine înăuntru. Au și aer condiționat, replică Anil, cu fața toată un zâmbet.

Aadarsh rămâne tăcut și gânditor. În mintea lui se derulează un film de demult, ceva atât de ciudat.

E ca și cum ar visa dar fără să doarmă.

Mrinmayee era singură acasă, cu copii, și plecase până la râu să ia apă.

Era o zi calda și umedă din anotimpul musonului, cu soarele strălucind sus pe cer, arzând, pârjolind pământul.

Mergea pe la umbra copacilor, ca să evite canicula și totuși căldura o dobora.

Se grăbea să ajungă înapoi pentru că cei doi fii ai lor erau tare neastîmpărați și se putea aștepta la orice fel de minuni până când se întorcea.

Iar soțul ei era plecat la luptă, în oastea marelui Ashoka și toate grijile casei îi rămâneau ei.

Ce mult își dorea să fi fost și el acasă, acum când copii creșteau, măcar să îl vadă, să știe că există cineva puternic și cu autoritate. Așa, toate sarcinile acestea îi rămâneau ei.

Trebuia să fie destul de puternică pentru a ține în frâu pe cei doi.

Și, mai era și problema siguranței.

El fiind plecat la război nu era nimeni care să îi apere de hoți sau alți dușmani.

Tocmai când își umplea vasele cu apă auzi un zgomot. Apoi mai multe.

Țipete, urlete și, parcă în vis, îi păru că aude strigătele fiilor săi.

Urlă, ca o tigroaică rănită și începu să fugă spre casă, gândindu-se la tot ce putea fi mai rău.

Timpul parcă devenise mai fluid,mai alunecos și parcă dură o veșnicie să ajungă înapoi acasă.

Cei doi fii ai săi zaceau întinși pe jos în pridvorul casei, fără mișcare iar ea vru să ajungă la ei, să vadă ce s-a întâmplat, fără să observe parcă oamenii înarmați din jurul ei.

Din spate simți o lovitură în cap și o moleșeală parcă o cuprinsese.

Alunecă moale către pământ și vederea se îngustă și se încețoșă.

Totul părea mai liniștit acum și un soi de toropeală parcă o cuprinsese. Părea că nici nu mai era aici, nu se mai gândea la nimic din ceea ce o adusese la disperare mai devreme.

Acum era doar ea, cu gândurile ei.

Rămase mult timp, sau puțin, oricum nu mai conta timpul, întinsă pe jos, acolo în pridvorul casei și zări ca în vis flăcările și focul ce mistuiau casa. Simțea doar o arsură, o căldură tot mai mare.

Apoi, vazu o lumină, nici caldă nici rece, care parcă o chema către ea, o ademenea.

Parcă plutea și se apropia tot mai mult de lumina acea, până când simți o adiere răcoroasă de vânt și, în același timp, lumina acea parcă o învălui.

Nici nu și-a dat seama cât de repede a trecut timpul, dacă a trecut, căci privind la Anil părea că nimic nu s-a întâmplat.

Fusese un vis ? Dar atât de real, parcă era chiar el în locul acelei Mrinmayee.

Dar, cum sa fi fost EL o EA ?

Ciudat! Mai ales senzația aceea de final, de revenire la ceva drag și de mult uitat ... parcă era o revenire acasă.

- Aaa, uite, a venit si Muni. Acum putem pleca la laborator liniștiți.

- Buna ziua ! Pe mine mă așteptați ?

- Sigur că pe tine. Ce ai făcut azi noapte, înțeleptule (Anil râde copios) ?

Muni nu răspunde. Știe că discuțiile cu Anil sfârșesc rău pentru el și, de obicei tot el va fi obiectul glumelor celorlalți.

- Hey, deseară ieșim la o plimbare cu bicicletele ? întreabă Aadarsh, că să îl salveze pe Muni de glumele nesărate ale lui Anil.

- Da, cu plăcere. Muni îl privește recunoscător pe Aadarsh.

Seara se adunară toți la ieșirea din campus, undeva pe lîngă gara centrală a orașului, fiecare cu bicicleta lui și porniră spre plajă.

Nu le plăcea plaja mare, Marina, ci căutau plaje mai retrase, mai puțin ...”populate”, așa că, de obicei mergeau spre plaja Eliot sau Besant Nagar.

Traversau estuarul râului pe Durgabai Deshmukh și puteau să admire golful Bengal în stânga lor.

Imediat dincolo de pod se deschidea bulevardul Blavatsky ce ducea spre sediu societății teosofice din Chenai și, glumeț ca întotdeauna, Anil îl întrebă pe Muni:

- Ei, cine a fost Blavatsky ăsta ? Tu ești înțelept și ar trebui să știi asta.

- Nu a fost un El ci o Ea. Răspunse Muni, așteptându-se la o nouă discuție ce putea aluneca oricând spre glume despre el.

- Da ? interveni Aadarsh. O ea, și ce a făcut ? Cine a fost ?

- A trăit în America și Europa, la sfârșitul secolului 19 și începutul secolului 20 și a fondat Societatea Teosofică, cea care are sediul la capătul acestui bulevard. Societatea Teosofică a devenit mai cunoscută datorită scrierilor lui Rudolf Steiner, un tip ciudat care spunea că poate să facă regresii în timp și că poate vedea istoria omenirii și ciclurile ei.

Vorbește de oamnii reptile, de oamenii negri (RmoHa), de oamenii roșii, de oamenii albi, și de felul cum, după câte o catastrofă planetară, aceștia au populat pământul.

- Haha. Păi oamenii chiar au pielea colorată, pe diferitele continente. Ce teorie mai e și asta ?

- Nu, Anil, el spunea că mai demult nu existau decât oameni cu pielea neagră, care aveau 4 metri înălțime și nu existau și oamenii cu piele roșie sau albă. Spune că a aflat astea dintr-un fel de spațiu al memoriei colective a umanității, pe care îl numește Akasa.

- Akasa ? Ca si sunetul sau auzul divin ?

- Da, chiar așa.

- Ciudat. Pare a fi un fel de producție SF dar care să fi avut loc chiar aici, pe pământ. Spuse Aadarsh zâmbind.

- Și totuși, ce mai știi să ne spui de această doamnă Blavatsky ?

- A fost un personaj foarte controversat, pentru că s-a dovedit că unele scrisori pe care pretindea că le-a primit de la mari maeștri (orientali, indieni) erau, de fapt, niște falsuri. După scandalul acesta s-a și mutat sediul societății din America aici. De asemenea, a fost suspectată că este spion în primul război mondial.

- Ahaahhaaa. Un fel de Mata Hari ?

- Nu era tot așa de frumoasă. – la Muni asta era o glumă neobișnuită și riscantă.

Totuși, gluma lui Muni a reușit să îi surprindă și binedispună pe cei doi prieteni ai săi.

Ocolind parcul Besant, cei trei eroi ai noștri au ajuns la plajă, urmând tot felul de străduțe și, ca de obicei, s-au oprit să admire priveliștea oceanului la apus de soare.