The Window Of my Chamber

The window of my chamber- the chamber where I have spent most of my life for the last one decade opens into a small lane across which are old trees. These trees are special because they are the few trees left in the concrete jungle. One of these trees is very special to me because a monkey resides on it. I wonder what he is doing here alone in the concrete jungle. He doesn’t belong here.

Today is a very special day. God is pouring. It’s the second day of the rains in Mumbai. Today outdoor patients are less and the indoor patients are settled in my hospital. It’s the perfect time when I can spend a few moments with myself. The sky line is so attractive with the heavy rains. It seems like night-time because the clouds are dense and the lane besides my window is full of water thanks to the corporation for their delayed cleaning of the drainage system. I even see small children playing in it.

On the opposite side of the lane from my window I can see a small shop where an old man named Anna sells tea and coffee. I see he is very busy handling the crowd of customers. Most of them unprotected from the rain are doing their best not to get wet.

This window is a portal to another world. A world I keep myself aloof from due to my busy work schedule. A world I miss the most. But today I have some time for myself and I am going to relish my senses with this world. I really want to go out there. I really want to get wet in this rain. I want to feel the natures love on every drop of rain that falls on my body. I want to get completely drenched and soaked in the rain. That’s what my heart says. But my mind denies it. Soon there will be patients in the OPD, I need to be dry. Work comes first.

The rain has still not stopped. My eyes are looking out for my friend the monkey. There he is on his special branch. Today he is different; today he is quite, unlike other times when his only business is to make his presence felt by jumping all over the tree and shaking the branches. But I guess the tree loves it too. It makes the tree so alive. But today he is quite; he is wet in the rain. He is feeling all that I want to feel in that rain. Today he is calm. May be he is just enjoying the rain, he is one with the rain, he is the rain. I envy him. I feel sorry for myself for the price I have to pay to listen to my brain and mind- my mind that is corrupted by the society and has made me a machine. There he is a perfect example of living in the present. He is not worried of the past or the future. He is answerable to no one. He is happy, he is in bliss. I so much want to be that monkey.

Today the monkey has taught me some thing. All my achievements mean nothing to me. At this very moment what will give me happiness is just getting wet in the rains. It is important to enjoy this very moment and happiness can’t be postponed. What is the point in achieving for the future when you can’t be happy in the present? The future will never come. In the future we will be achieving for the future of the future and it never ends. We need to live in the present.

So I am not going to listen to my mind one more time- I will follow my heart. That gives me real happiness that gives me bliss. I am going to get wet cause the rain has not yet stopped and it won’t till it blesses me.

Enjoy the rains my friends

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