Sometimes I wish to wake up to the chimes of the prayer wheels, the chant of the 'RED ROBES' and the lulling aroma of the incense. The serenity and the peace of such an ambience live only in memories. That ‘huge’ house and the equally ‘huge’ number of ‘RED ROBES' often come to me in the form of a dream as a reminder to who I am and what I am supposed to be. Such a dream can be disturbing because it’s in stark contrast to reality. I’m not what I am and I can’t be what I am supposed to be.
This new world has bred a new 'ME',one whose hopes, dreams and aspirations match the present.Under the compulsion of the fast paced materialistic world , spiritualism has taken a back seat and the current hour leaves little room for choice. As a result ,Iam all 'plastic’ with truth far gone and innocence long lost. The hollowed superficial 'ME' reigns supreme but I'm looked up with awe and admiration! Therefore I proudly speak in‘transitions’,the language of the hour and keep pace with the changing face of time.And, am I happy? Well, according to the norms of my new found world, I think I am.
