SHIVA'S AGHORAS
He saw a band of mendicants roaming in his city, and was intrigued by their attire. They wore even less on their person than he. But they did not look impoverished of mind. They joyously sang a song , thrusting their begging bowls even at the poorest, imploring them to fill their bowls with rice for the day. They had this magical quality of making the poor feel rich. It seemed to the young boy Abhik, that they had done their lot with worldly things, and had turned to something far greater. Something that he was looking for.
“Who do you sing of?” he asked one of them who appeared to be the leader.
“I sing of the Timeless one,
I sing of the oldest yet the ever young,
I sing of someone, whom you have not met,
and yet, I sing of thee,” answered the mendicant and followed it up with a hysterical laughter.
“May I come with you?” Abhik had pleaded, and that began it all.
Abhik meant the fearless, the aspirational, and it was this dynamite mix of fearlessness and aspiration that made for Shiva’s nameless seekers.
The nameless in search of the Unnamed was the quintessential play of Life, ending in the Shamshan, cremation ground, where in death, the Lord of all life may ultimately be found—The Nath.
“Who do you sing of?” he asked one of them who appeared to be the leader.
“I sing of the Timeless one,
I sing of the oldest yet the ever young,
I sing of someone, whom you have not met,
and yet, I sing of thee,” answered the mendicant and followed it up with a hysterical laughter.
“May I come with you?” Abhik had pleaded, and that began it all.
Abhik meant the fearless, the aspirational, and it was this dynamite mix of fearlessness and aspiration that made for Shiva’s nameless seekers.
The nameless in search of the Unnamed was the quintessential play of Life, ending in the Shamshan, cremation ground, where in death, the Lord of all life may ultimately be found—The Nath.
( From the book SHIVA, The Ultimate Time Traveller.)
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