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The World is a crazy place
The World Is A Crazy Place for me, for everyone you won’t believe ??
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Five years had passed since Master G retired and he was now living in solitary confinement in silence. The children became literate and moved to the cities, which would return occasionally. Ten years had passed since his wife passed away. If a student came to meet him, he would be happy, but even so, it would be empty. A maid in the house was responsible for cleaning and cooking. Master Sahib used to search many books in the big cupboard and often got lost in these books.
Once upon a time, Master G was my favorite teacher because his words taught me goodness, compassion and humanity, but as I went to college and university classes, I saw teachers dressed in big cars and in fine clothes. All school-age teachers, including G, seemed small. (the world is a crazy place).
Knowing when, where and how I stepped on a ladder of consciousness, now I have a longing to hear big things from small people and this longing brought me to Master Ji.
When he greeted Master Ji, he straightened his spectacles and tried to recognize him. I cleared his confusion by telling my own name, then he immediately remembered. He smiled and said you were not the monitor of my class. ??
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I nodded in affirmation and said where are you and what is the situation nowadays?
I told Master G. I got a job in the city. I have a good salary but I am living in a rented house. Pray that it will become my own house. Rural or urban? I laughed at Master Ji’s intellect and said why Master Ji started building a village house now? I can save it for a few months and make it better, but what can I do with it? I have to go there from time to time. I have permanent residence in the city.
Master G stared at the white hair in my beard and said how long will you stay in the city house? We are all living in a rented house.
My house is the one we never think of. The house that is permanent. Hearing this, my hair stood on end. The maid had placed tea and biscuits on the table nearby. I asked another question. ۔ Master Ji, I sometimes get bored with the world and said that if my son stays away from the world, he will never be disappointed.
Master Ji picked up a biscuit and while dipping it in tea said that if you drown in the world, your eyes will be wet or you will break. If you keep wandering in the forest of desires, you will return in vain.
Another question that came out of my mouth was “Master Ji, what is the world?”
Clearing his throat, he said that the world is a spectacle of lunatics. Seeing the questioning expressions on my face, he said, “Son, this is a spectacle in which every madman considers himself a great sage, but other madmen laugh at his madness, then another madman comes and treats him in the same way.” … Master Ji became silent for a while and spoke again. The lunatics come and go one after the other but the spectacle continues.
Do you know how many types of lunatics there are? I was left speechless on the question of what kind of crazy people do! It is as if they are the ones who think everyone is crazy except themselves. Others are bloodthirsty lunatics who take away the right to live from others. In the name of borders, politics, religion, linguistics and regionalism, and the last kind of lunatics who are considered insane by all, in fact, these last lunatics are the biggest beneficiaries.
I couldn’t keep quiet. I immediately asked Master, is there any way out of this spectacle? They started saying why not son … He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, “Make yourself a mountain”. Your relationship with the show is over.
I was amazed at how I could make myself a mountain! Realizing my anxiety, Master Ji said, “Look, man, when God is so absorbed in you that a glimpse of God can be seen in your limbs, then understand that you have made yourself a mountain and then you should consider yourself out of the spectacle.” Saying this, tears began to flow in the eyes of Master Ji and he said, “Son, when you come out of this spectacle, then you will be on the level of noble creatures … but remember, don’t think of yourself as noble, because God is all-knowing.” I like humility.
The call to prayer was heard and Master Ji was ready to go to the mosque but I had an endless series of questions left, especially one question that was bothering me the most. I said Master, just tell me the last thing.
When Ibru’s movement allowed the question, I said why Master G’s bloody relations are getting weaker. Sadness spread on Master Ji’s face and he took a deep breath and said, “Son, don’t sow the seed of ego on the fertile soil of your heart because its tree is fruitless and thorny.” The gardener who irrigates this tree is most angry with this tree when it grows up.
All the egoists are suffering from their own tree and this is the main reason for the weakening of the relationship. Saying this, Master Ji took my hand with trembling hand and walked towards the mosque and then I realized that consciousness and wisdom. Doesn’t need fine clothes and big cars, Master G. After a long time, I started to look big again.
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