In 20 long years of my life,I have met many people.
And of those many people,a very few people I remember as people who have impressed me, always remembering that I am very vulnerable at getting impressed.
But most of the time,impressions fade away like bygone thoughts,getting reduced in their intensity and consequent effects.
I am not a person who likes to get nostalgiac, probably because nostalgia gives me a feeling of losing something and I don't like this phenomenon of gaining and losing affecting my present state of mind.
Moreover, I have passed my childhood,perticularly my schooldays, in quiet a disturbing isolation from all my mates, except a very very few friends.
Well, so getting nostalgiac is like remembering those sad days again, in which I was living in an oblivious world of my own thoughts and was practically very weak at making any relation, either good or bad.
I will not be surprised to find many of my schoolmates forgetting my name even.
That is why I prefer DAY DREAMING much more compared to getting nostalgiac and trying to search for some handful of joyful moments from my past diary of anxiety, loneliness and innumerable mental tensions which I always carried with me,of which even my most dear fellows are unaware, and which I don't want to remember anymore.
Well, it was only after coming to college that I learned (somewhat) the practical rules and values of life,wonderful ways to make life a liveable thing and acquainted myself with a world, I was totally unaware of in my schooldays,thanks to some of my buddies.
Well,well,well so sorry to divert from the main topic I was going to present in this blog.Yeah so I was telling that positive impressions of a very very few people are afresh in my mind even today.
Yeah,the person I am talking about is from west bengal and his name is Suhaas Samanta.
I met him in days of H.S.C. when I was residing as P.G. in a house in Veraval.
Those days were dauntingly tiring and I was always living in tensioin of the final exam and probably would have undergone a breakdown, had I not met Mr. Suhas Samanta.
He was a very charismatic person with an attracive personality.
I was having a troublesome period and was trying to set my foort in spiritual(not religious) grounds to gain some solution and piece.
Now, the person I was discussing was one of rare breed of spiritual + religious.
I always viewed religion as something, which forces you to become irrational to feel the ultimate truth.It took me some time to realise taht this ultimate truth always unfolds itself to those who ,getting outside of this plane of rationality follow what is more tangible by the heart rather than head.
Well,I don't want to be philosophical here and am interested only in introducing this great person whose unforgettable charm always forces me to become nostalgiac for time being.
The first time I met him, I was scared out of his behavior.
He talked very fast and behaved as if He knew me from very long time, asking me questions after questions and I ,replying him dumbly in YES or NO.
Slowly,I learned about him that he is a very spiritual and loquacious person, who follows a very stringent time-table and never budged from it, and who is practising celebacy.
Well, let me describe his time table.
He used to wake up in the morning, do some puja ,the he went to his job,came back at 1 pm to have lunch after he would go back and then return back at around 05:30 pm.
Then he would start talking to all people around, he could find.
I was always amazed at the ease with which he mixed with people and managed to derive respect from them.
Then at 06:00,he began his meditation which continued for atleast two hours.
Then he used to sing in bengali(for which bengalis are exceptionally famous) , his prayers to lord krishna.
I can remember a few of words from his prayer, which went like "hare krishna".
Now, this prayer, in his heavy voice continued for another one and a half hour.
After that prayer,he made his very simple food which usually consisted of chapatis and a vegetable(with very less spice) and gud.
Then again he went to his next favourite activity ,talking after which he tuned to some particular radio station,which he listened till aroun 10:30,only going with the rythms of songs, neither understanding nor caring what those songs meant.
The most important person in his life is his spiritual Guru,living in Bengal,talking about ahom , he never tires,and occasionaly he writes letters to him.
I had many heated discussions with him, relate to religion,I always pressing that religions are nothing but dogmas forcing irrationality, making a person unreaonable while he always defending the pillars of religion, stating them to be pathways for solace and salvation.
While I very much enjoyed irritating him,He was very patient and at the same time very sarcastic.
A handful of phrases he had learned somewhere, which he keeps on reciting every now and then like:
1)Humor is the salt of life.
It means that humor should be present in life but in a very limited amount.
2)Self analysis is the path towards self-improvement.
etc..
He always kept on uttering some bengali phrases like chaam sekega, which meant something like "I'll slap you."
Though bengali , he has mugged up half of the slokas of Shrimad Bhagwad Gita.
From the last 3 yrs.he has been repeating that in an yr., he will retire and become a sannyasi.
Well,the life he is living right now,is it less than sannyas.
He earns around 5,000, in which he pays 1000 as rent and 1000 rs he sends back home.
How, he passed his life in that 2 room house, without any even fans, I can still not understand.
Well, I would like to write a lot many things more about him,may be a complete biography, but I believe,that with my weak vocab,and not-so-good english wrting skills ,I am not able to do any justice describing that magnificient person.
So, ending my description about that person,I leave the rest for some other time.
May god bless him.
