The Dhyana Yogi!

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     "Dhyan is, exactly, a non-judgmental state of mirror-like consciousness, just seeing and not saying anything." He was quoting from Osho. She was keenly interested in these kind of topics. She had found in him a Guru, who could answer most of her questions. Dhyana Yoga was her favorite topic. It somehow managed to mesmerize her every time the topic was discussed. The bus was crowded but that was no deterrent to their discussion. They were in their own world, in the pursuit of Dhyana, a state of eternal bliss!
     But the little fellow seated in the other seat had caught her attention. His nose was a bit flat, the serene joy on his face seemed unusual to her. His innocent looks were cute and she could not pay total attention to the preachings of her newly found Guru. 

    Sensing her divided attention, the Guru said, "You seem to be worrying about the little dirty fellow out there?"
     "Is he dirty?" she wondered to herself, "the shirt is a bit marred with dust and sweat maybe. But that does not make him dirty." Trying to appear pleasing she replied, "No, I was wondering how he is managing himself in the very little space he is given to sit in."
     "Oh, that is no big thing. When you have nothing, the little you are offered seems hugely rewarding," another pearl of wisdom from the Guru. She was impressed.

    They both again got submerged into their discussion. Her eyes kept looking at the little fellow occasionally. She was surprised. The little fellow was trying to pick something from the pocket of an elderly passenger who had dozed off next to him. "Pick pocketing?" she wondered, "What is it that compels a kid to such a crime? Poverty? Gross inequality?" A lot of questions. She cursed Capitalism which, she thought, had resulted in havoc at grass root levels. 

     Bringing it to the notice of her Guru, she asked him if they had to stop the boy from committing a petty crime. He suggested they should stay quiet and not 'create a scene'. Destiny would take care of itself! "Lack of proper parental upbringing," he asserted, "this is why I advocate moral and ethical education to children. That shall help them learn to face adversities rather than restoring to such cheap activities."

     Though they both were discussing the issue, they were left perplexed with what the boy had done. He had picked the cell phone from the pocket of the elder person, held it in his hands for a while and then replaced it back! Deciphering the logic behind the boy's act, the Guru said, "He seems to have been engulfed by guilt and so has replaced it back." She thought otherwise, "Maybe he had never held a cell phone in his hands and after satisfying his curiosity placed it back."

     Before she could think further, she realized she had to get down as she had arrived at her office. She hurried down and waved bye to her Guru. As she tried to cross over to the other side of the road, she noticed the little fellow was also crossing the road. She caught him by his hand and helped him cross over. Arriving on the other side of the road he smiled at her with gratitude.
    Sensing a chance, she asked him, "How was the uncle's cellphone? Nice? First time you saw a cellphone?"

    "What?"
  "Come on, don't pretend. I saw you picking the cellphone from the Uncle's pocket in the bus. Cellphone - first time, right?"

    "No."

    "Then why did you pick the phone from his pocket and later replace it?"

    "It was vibrating. It could disturb his sleep. So held it in my hands till it stopped vibrating."

    "Weird, if its true! You could have been thrashed if he had felt you were trying to pick pocket."

    "I don't know. Bye!"
    He walked away hoping in joy. She was trying to make sense of what he told her. "Dhyan is, exactly, a non-judgmental state of mirror-like consciousness, just seeing and not saying anything."