My new friend
Here in Benaras, I have made a new friend. And I am happy with my friend, a special someone who is ready to listen to me all the time; 24*7. She is an excellent listener, she remains calm most of the time, but sometimes she is so devastating that no one can handle her, neither me, although she is my special friend here. I don't know what she thinks of me, yes I can say something may happen, but she will not stop listening to me. Her name is Ganga. She has cross-cultural experiences, her attitude, her personality can not be questioned. Early morning today I went to see her, at around 6, she was so calm. I was just walking with her for some hundred meters. I was inhaling fresh air when I was walking with her, her another friend, Sun, came to say "hello" I was overwhelmed to meet him with happiness as I had some friends without whom it will be difficult to survive here in Varanasi.
After walking a few hundred meters, I sat down to talk to her,
Me - Hello Ganga, How are you?
Ganga- Hello, Pratik, Good Morning. I am good, Thank you.
After listening to her, my eyes were filled with tears, as I had never talked to her, yet she was always there for me waiting for me to say hello. I was silent for a few more minutes then I commenced my words, I asked, " Why the world is being selfish? Why you remain silent, even when people hurt you? Ganga this time was silent, she remained calm and smiling to me. She never stopped and never remained the same.
I thought this was a lesson that I needed to learn from her, "remain calm". And continue to do my own work without thinking of others. I continue to pour some more questions, She was only smiling.
Thousands of people came to see her, she had time for everyone who visited her, she listened to everyone. Some of them were taking her part, without her permission, yet she was calm and smiling. Some of them from India and others around the world came to see her, to my surprise she treated everyone equally. I am also a foreigner to her, she is my best friend here. I almost spend four hours with her today, those random talks, my unstoppable questions, my emotions, I was sharing everything with her, and even without uttering a single word, she answered all my questions. She is such an amazing friend that I have here. And I guess I am lucky to have her in my life.
Now some bitter reality, What is my mistake? Am I that bad, I am being punished at almost every step of my life? I asked in anger. I say people are hurting you, but you remain calm with but why are you hurting me? She replied, "The one who loves you is the one who hurt you the most"
I was speechless. People were bathing, clearing their dirt, their sins and she calmly wash it all away. It's not about impurity or being pure, it about people's respect and their faith with her.
Wow, I learned an important thing today, " No matter what, you should continue with your work. People may try or hurt you, or question you, always smile and keep calm, continue your work."
Today I remembered my old friend, It's been a decade or more that, I haven't spoken to her. Not a single word, I hated her, but today I realized that I was wrong. She is my own Bagmati. She looks ill, people ignored her, including me. Today I am far from her, still, she is with me in my heart, I talk about her with my friends but not with her. Next time, I go to my home, I will walk to my friend and talk to her. Even with anger, I know she talks to me and smiles when I visit her.
Story from Banaras
November 7, 2013
After walking a few hundred meters, I sat down to talk to her,
Me - Hello Ganga, How are you?
Ganga- Hello, Pratik, Good Morning. I am good, Thank you.
After listening to her, my eyes were filled with tears, as I had never talked to her, yet she was always there for me waiting for me to say hello. I was silent for a few more minutes then I commenced my words, I asked, " Why the world is being selfish? Why you remain silent, even when people hurt you? Ganga this time was silent, she remained calm and smiling to me. She never stopped and never remained the same.
I thought this was a lesson that I needed to learn from her, "remain calm". And continue to do my own work without thinking of others. I continue to pour some more questions, She was only smiling.
Thousands of people came to see her, she had time for everyone who visited her, she listened to everyone. Some of them were taking her part, without her permission, yet she was calm and smiling. Some of them from India and others around the world came to see her, to my surprise she treated everyone equally. I am also a foreigner to her, she is my best friend here. I almost spend four hours with her today, those random talks, my unstoppable questions, my emotions, I was sharing everything with her, and even without uttering a single word, she answered all my questions. She is such an amazing friend that I have here. And I guess I am lucky to have her in my life.
Now some bitter reality, What is my mistake? Am I that bad, I am being punished at almost every step of my life? I asked in anger. I say people are hurting you, but you remain calm with but why are you hurting me? She replied, "The one who loves you is the one who hurt you the most"
I was speechless. People were bathing, clearing their dirt, their sins and she calmly wash it all away. It's not about impurity or being pure, it about people's respect and their faith with her.
Wow, I learned an important thing today, " No matter what, you should continue with your work. People may try or hurt you, or question you, always smile and keep calm, continue your work."
Today I remembered my old friend, It's been a decade or more that, I haven't spoken to her. Not a single word, I hated her, but today I realized that I was wrong. She is my own Bagmati. She looks ill, people ignored her, including me. Today I am far from her, still, she is with me in my heart, I talk about her with my friends but not with her. Next time, I go to my home, I will walk to my friend and talk to her. Even with anger, I know she talks to me and smiles when I visit her.
Story from Banaras
November 7, 2013
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