Ruzbeh N. Bharucha
When I am truly down and out. When the futility of existence becomes over powering. When the day seems to be an eternity of misty by lanes that lead to nowhere. When I begin to question the permanence of the very heavens above and the very fool hardiness behind the genesis of Creation. When I question my intent of all that which I have thought, spoken, done, intended and begin to realise that more than often it has been vanity, false pride, manipulative self centeredness that has been the fountain from which sprung forth whatever that sprang forth. When being an adult seems nothing but a deceitful admonition and all I want to do is shut my eyes and be obliterated from not just the body but even from the spirit. Not merge. Not attain Nirvana. Not have the gorgeous Kundalini dance about from Root to Crown Chakra and back, but all I want is to be permanently erased from the DNA of existence…..never was, is or will be in a state of consciousness…..
……That- is the time I realise how badly I have screwed up the fundamentals of inherent spirituality and Godhood…….by forgetting to hold on, cling on, hang on to the madness, the joy, the eternal spring of being a child.
If there is anything that has fornicated our spirituality, our sanity, our purity, our humaneness, our everything, then it is by allowing life, family, friends, colleagues, strangers, the media, the politicians and the manipulators of spirituality and religion, to take away our child like state of being and thrust upon us the callous, prostituted version of existence called adulthood.
By no means am I trying to generalise that all kids are children at heart. Most of the kids I know now, scare me shitless with their lack of innocence, but even in such cases it is the absence of joy, innocence, compassion and madness in the child that makes the child behave like an adult; mean, empty, slanderous, pathetically crab like.
The first thing to go when we get the claw of adulthood entwined into our very breath is the joyous and orgasmic ability to laugh aloud for really the most inane reasons. There has to be a good reason to laugh and as we get mauled by fate, life, spouse, kids, income tax, alimony, employers, lovers and the so called safe keepers of morality and religion. The first thing to go from our being is the ability to laugh till tears roll down the cheeks and haul out loud thumping the ground with our feet and slapping the table or backs of those around, for really no reason, but something triggered the funny bone and well the laughter like the trapped fizz in a champagne bottle gushed out….I can give another example but then this blog is meant for family consumption….so we shall stick to champagne.
My entire childhood was filled with laughter and Lord love a defrosted duck, how we laughed. Even now, for me a good day is when I am with my daughter or with my bunch of friends…. ageing hippies…and we have a good laugh at something the adults will not approve of or even get….that day is a day well spent.
I am so tired of everybody taking everything so fucking seriously that I truly want to begin consuming ridiculous quantum of absinthe or smoke up some nice stuff from Manali and be in that state of ridiculous carefree child like joy and be far away from that ‘Oh I am so sane, spiritual, mature, head in the arse state of adulthood’. Yes, yes, yes, I know that this is not the right attitude or guidance, but you know what I mean.
Every time one opens his or her mouth, there is an asshole with a comment or an opinion waiting to open all his or her openings and spew their drivel out. Slander is the norm of the day. And the best part is that we will do it in the name of God or love or purity or anything…it truly doesn’t matter….we can’t keep our inherent sense of rotting garbage to our selves…..
When did the joy and laughter dry out of me or out of you? When did putting somebody down become equivalent to uplifting yourself? When did hundred lies truly become the truth?
The other day I told my daughter Meher, which is what I have been telling her since she could understand my nonsense, that baby, art in any form is more interesting than most human beings. So be very careful when you associate with human beings as a human being can infect you with his or her adulthood and there is nothing that sucks the essence and fragrance of life as that of growing old in the spirit.
Sai Baba of Shirdi, a few week backs through channeling told a friend that there are three things to avoid if one wants to become a better human, a higher spiritual being and even become an Angel and there are three things one must indulge in if one wants to truly enjoy life; physical, emotional, mental and spiritual.
The first thing mentioned to truly engage with the vitality of life, be it in the body or in the spirit dimensions, is to be able to find joy in the basics. To be able to see the humour in everything, as life, fate and Master have a groovy sense of humour.
When the Bible says that you need to be a child to find a place in heaven, I believe what Lord Christ meant is that, one had to be childlike and not a boring adult to find a place in the highest spiritual dimension. That one had to be filled with child like wonder and joy and gratitude and not be contaminated with the virus of manipulation and greed and playing the victim role that adults do so well. To be a child means never growing old in spirit. It has nothing to do with age of the body or matter. It means never letting the Aura of wonderment and cheerfulness leave you even if life, fate, morons are kicking the holy crap out of you.
I know life can be harsh and often all one wants to do is to hope that one never wakes up but if one has to live on, one has to forge ahead with head held high and a smile in one’s eyes and joy in the heart. If a movie or a book or a cup of chai with a friend or even oneself can bring about joy and a smile, where prayers and meditation cannot, so be it. Remember the spirit within needs to be nurtured and no amount of worldly glory or power or wealth or indulging in slander is going to make one radiate in the state of joy.
The fact that the babble and prattle of a child has brought about more smiles and laughter than most earthly things put together must remind us that it is in the little things we will find our mirth and the mad thrill of childhood. Don’t grow old in the spirit, mind and heart. Adulthood sucks.
All spirituality and religious books and philosophies on one side, if you can make somebody smile, gurgle or laugh, you have taken away a bit of load from the shoulders of The Masters and Angels. Just don’t do it at the expense of another being. That’s not spreading joy. It is spreading rot.
Spread the true joy within and outside. Life any way is going to kill us one day but the radiance and fragrance that laughter and joy bring forth live on for eternity making even the heavens a more mirthful destination.
Be blessed always.
Ruzbeh N. Bharucha