Now he got something to start with. He is excited. But how to find the two ‘i’s? However hard the thought he couldn’t figure out which are the two ‘i’s. That happened when he met another saffron clad exactly at the same and time and place he met a saffron clad the other day, a day not long ago, and the saffron clad asked him – at least you know one ‘i’ ?
He replied – yes
Saffron – which one?
He pointed to his body and said – this one.
But the Saffron disagreed – you have begun this inquiry since the death of your Father, when you realised your Father was not the body of the Father which you yourself had cremated at the famous ‘Harishchandra ghat’ as not your real Father. Had that been your real Father you would not have burned it.
This reminder disturbed him. He really got worried. Did i burn my Father?
Now he felt he is back to square one.
As he stood blinking, the saffron clad asked him to check his mind and disappeared.
From the next moment onward he began chasing the mind. Now he could feel that there could be two minds. One mind chasing another mind. One mind looking at another mind which is worried, happy, peaceful.
He felt good. He is reaching somewhere. And he went to sleep. Had dreams. One was scary. That awoke him.
Rest of the night he couldn’t sleep. And now he became more confused. And as if seeking a providential intervention he tried his luck by walking through the market to the beach as he always did to get Lady Luck in his favour. And Lady Luck did strike him. Another new saffron clad accosted him, asked him – in a day how many states of existence you go through?
He counted. One was definitely the present waking state. Then in sleep and in dreams. Three.
Saffron – confirmed?
He – yes. Three.
Saffron smiled and disappeared.
Now he felt, he is stuck with the three states. But now he had work to do.
Analyse the different states of existence.
He wondered why while in a dream when he was very thirsty and literally wandering about hunting for water, the water he had kept beside him before going to sleep wasn’t useful! And again the other day he dreamt of owning up the entire portion of the city but on waking he realised that he didn’t even have an inch of place in that city. And during deep sleep all his worries too slept along with him and rose up alongwith him.
Now his suspicion grew. Somethings aren’t gelling well. Things are patchy. And all his friends who were Nobel Laureates in various sciences washed their hands off from stating anything clear and firm with regards to these topics.
He realised that he has to depend upon the saffron clads for any definitive answers.
That day too he ventured out through the market to the beach and met this saffron clad who told him – find the ‘turIyam’. Before he could ask him for more details handed him a slip and literally ran away and got lost in the surging crowds in the market. But he was happy that he has now a goal to live for – find ‘turIyam’.
Since then he tried his luck meeting more saffron clads. Lady Luck was always kind to him and he did meet new saffron clads whenever the took a walk through the market to the beach. And every time he befriended all of them simply asked him only one thing – did you find ‘turIyam’, the fourth? Before he could ask them how, they all vanished without a trace. Once he engaged a few to stop the saffron clad from running away but to no avail! They were too fast and nimble footed. Becoming cleverer he once got enough people with sacks big enough to catch them the moment they turn around to run. But that time they simply ducked, swirled 360 degrees and simply walked away and got lost in the crowds that surged in the market. Being very influential this time he ordered the markets to remain closed and empty till he completes his walk to the beach. The saffron clads were sadly missing this time giving him heart burns, palpitations and terrible itching all over the body. But his desire to know the ‘turiiyam’ began to become too intense for him to bear.
Next day he decided to not let the saffron clad disappear. He was decisive. So the moment he was joined by a saffron clad he held his hand firmly and repeated the question – how to find the ‘turIyam’? Throwing him out of gear, the saffron clad instead of running away simply hugged him, looked into his eyes and with tears in his eyes, simply confirmed – yes, it is you yourself.
The gravity of that declaration is yet to sink into his psyche. Continue reading