The first meeting, Face to Face

Long time. I hope you people are having a great time.
I haven't written anything since ages. Reading Bawa n Dinesh recently inspired me to write more frequently, let us see how far this inspiration goes.
In my last (to last) blog I introduced a super hero (as Vishal has pointed out, and Vishal you should know who He is) who was the first person whom I find absolutely suitable (this is definitely an understatement) for being my ideal.
The first face to face encounter I had with Him is a strange story in itself.
Around 4 o'clock on a fine evening, my mom called me to tell that He was at that moment staying at a place very near to my work place. I was in the mid of a team meeting, but attended to her phone. I generally ignore any calls while in a meeting, but she called twice, so I thought it must be an emergency. At first I decided not to go especially in between work, but then for about 15 minutes I wasn't listening to what my team lead was emphasizing upon and suddenly my mom called yet again just to add one more information, He might leave in 15 minutes. And I rose up.
'I have to go immediately.'
'Is everything alright?'
'Everything's fine.'
A pause. Question mark on every other face and probably also on mine.
'I need to meet our Guruji. He will leave in 15 minutes. I will go back home directly from there. See you guys tomorrow.'
Biplav, my team lead, cleared his throat.
'OK (pause) we will discuss this offline then.'
That was probably most absurd reason for leaving an important meeting and till now I didn't "really" regard Guruji as my Guruji!
Yet in between doubts, mostly mine and question marks, I left my office, paid autowala 40 bucks for a distance less than worth 20 and reached the venue.
There were a variety of people gathered in the lawns of a big Mansion in a posh Delhi locality. Mostly rich satisfied faces, their clothing wonderful, their hairs perfect and also a group of people from a small Uttar Pradesh/Uttaranchal town, I think 30-35 of them. All of us were waiting for Guruji to come down from a first floor room. Though I think everybody had their own reasons to meet, I was still thinking why was I there. I was still thinking why should I meet Him. If at all I happen to meet Him, what will I say? I settled upon just seeing him once, seeing him full length and from a good distance and going back home immediately after that. He was to climb down a stairway. In between the crowd I positioned myself at a comfortable spot from where I can see him climbing down the whole staircase. I kept standing there for about 1-1.5 hours, I had already spent an hour looking at the crowd (so a total of 2 - 2.5 hours without much purpose), wondering about various things and deciding upon what I wanted to do.
Some rich looking and generally old people were allowed to move up the stair case. Lucky ones, everybody around was feeling extraordinarily jealous. I was in no hurry, I was perfectly fine even with not seeing Guruji at all. This thought was more comforting than the thought of meeting him as I had absolutely nothing to do with a meeting. But by that time I definitely wanted to see him at least for 10 seconds. An order came from the room to let all 30 35 people of that small town to come up. Hurray! Yipppeee. People soon started running over each other to climb the stairs. There was a young looking white clad smiling guard on the door leading to the room, who was very politely not allowing people to go in till the final GO comes from inside. The moment GO came, a crowd rushed in and I was taken along by the ruthless devotees and soon that golden gateway was closed.
And there I was, in front of the legend of our times! Wearing all white, looking very tired, dark skin, having concern in his eyes for everybody inside the room. He asked everybody to settle down. I decided to keep standing but at the back and see him all the time I can. I was constantly looking at him. He was talking to people, sometimes smiling, but was looking really tired. Somebody came and felicitated him with a baansoori (flute) and a crown, he very gracefully accepted that and smiled again. He was sitting on a Sofa with his legs folded in vajrasan. People soon stood up, gradually everybody stood, I could not see him any more. I decided to stand in a position where i can see him side-ways. I was constantly looking at him. I don't remember if I ever blinked. Gradually people covered him from both the sides. He started distributing sweets to his beloved followers and asked them politely to leave one by one. I then decided to go forward to collect the prasad. As I came directly in front of him, I sat down and touched his knees. Mann, there was nothing hard like a knee socket, it was as soft as the pillows of a seven star, like finest variety of cotton. He was a thin man. Very thin. I almost drowned in that touch and its softness for I don't remember how long, but I was into that one single slight touch. I was nowhere for some time. Time stopped. Suddenly somebody pushed me and I knew I had to move. He had already given me the prasada when I was nowhere and by the time I came back to my senses, I wanted to say something, but I didn't know what, but something. And out of nowhere, I said "Guruji Ashirwaad" (Give me your blessings) Pointing to the sweets he said "yahi hai ashirwaad" (he was completely exhausted and wanted the crowd to leave) In his gesture he asked me to leave.(i didn't like tat AT All) And I myself not wanting Him to be troubled any more, wanted to leave. But; I didn't want to leave, I wanted to see him more and more. So I decided to wait for strict orders and see him to the maximum length that I can. Probably everybody else was thinking the same. Soon Guruji realized it was an error to call so many people up, all at once and he decided to leave himself. I watched him all through his departure again, till the point he was not visible any more.
In the room itself I ate up all the prasad, completely forgetting that my mom will be too glad to have have that. When I went home everybody was asking for the stories of my victory at "meeting" Guruji, a chance not every tom, dick n harry gets. People from distant places called to know how i felt. I was a victorious heroic figurine for quite some time. Everybody was asking how it felt. Actually I was feeling nothing. All of them thought I am the lucky one who got to meet Guruji after doing just one Art Of Living course. I was not sure. Nor was I too happy to have met Guruji!
In fact all this triggered a train of thoughts. Do I really like him? Is he really worth all the regards everybody has for him. And the bigger question, can he be my ideal?

Yawwnn

2 blogs a month is a poor average I admit. Being a writer is no easy job. You need to start the UPS, then CPU (monitor is always turned by default) and then wait for some computer formalities to finish, sign on and then start writing. Hufff, indeed tiring.

I was busy writing (and preparing for) an exam for a long time, about 1.5 months. Towards the end I JUST wanted it to end, one way or the other. Finally it was over and I was the most happy person down on earth. I was jumping, screaming, full of energy, like I was a child again. 2 days that went immediately after the exam were the most beautiful ones. I realized in order to enjoy those 2 days, I had to go through some of the pains those earlier 90 days had to offer. Simple logic, all of us already know it. Hard Work --> Sweet Success. I decided to extend my enjoyment era, no work only rest. After another 10 days rest went painful again, once again I just wanted it to end, one way or the other. It is neither hard work nor complete rest that make me feel unhappy. Unhappiness comes from the excess of it, all I need is a balance between the two. If one exceeds the limit, I want the other to take over but only for some time and nothing better than a perfectible balance.

As you can see in the first para I am already too much accustomed to rest. It will need some effort and practice to come out of this slumber and I will be ready to write once again about my super hero, the story that I left unfinished last time. Till then wish me luck to come to balance again.