| HAPPY RAJ THREE From Paradise To Nirvana |
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CHAPTER ONE- HAPPY RAJ THREE
Confused and mystified. He sat with his thumb in his mouth. Looking at the lady that measured
paces from the side door and sat on that seat covered with a white sheet. He could not
understand.
She sat there. Wearing a yellow dress. Yellow jacket. Yellow cloth. Another wrapped up round her
body. What has happened to those T-shirts? Blue skirts?
She is like Maniyo. Hair completely shaved. Even the eyebrows. Eyes half opened. Not looking at
me direct. Eyes focused on the floor that was covered with two beautiful carpets. He looked at the
designs. Red, his favorite color was there. Even yellow and blue.
The mystified toddler had a big problem. With his thumb in his mouth, he focused his eyes on the
woman wearing yellow. Is it my Akki? The one who plays with me. Hugs and kisses me. Feeds
me. The one who takes me to the tank bund and shows me the flowers, the birds, the fish and
the colours. The one who plays with me in my play pen. My play mate.
Is it my Akki?
Is it my Akki? That was the question he could not answer. Could not resolve. Thumb in his mouth
is his logo for uncertanity. Indecision. Confusion. When he has a problem, he either puts the
thumb in his mouth and keeps on looking bland, or shouts to attract the attention of someone who
is closer to him. Near him. Those babbles, cries and shrieks.
Akki is the one who had monopolized his time. Akki who gives him all the fruits and cookies and
things he likes to eat. Akki keeps him on his blue-color feeding chair, and straps him to the
chair while Nangi is preparing his meals. Akki who washes and bathes him. Akki who sleeps in
the play pen and helps him play with the toys and brings sweets.
Akki brings him something whenever she goes out with Ammi. Akki who bites his ear to make
him laughs.Akki who kisses his stomach to tickle him. Akki. Akki. Akki. Why? Is she my Akki? Is
she my Akki? Is she not?
While looking at the new dress she was wearing, he was trying to take a definite decision. Seated
on the lap of his mother, he was wondering why Akki was not seated there with them, with his
mom and Ammi, his grandmother.
No. It is my Akki, he said to himself when his grandmother got up from the cushion she was
seated along with him and his mom. Ammi changed her body position. First she went on her
knees and then kept her right hand behind, took the strength to get up. Went in measured paces
up to his Akki . Ammi kept that rosary made out of carved sandal wood pieces on her left palm
which was resting on her right. And knelt down and worshipped her.
Later she returned to her seat and was getting ready to take him over from his mother who was
having him on her lap from the time they came to the Paradise to participate in that private
ceremony. While seated, his mom tried to transfer him to his grandmother.
He was smarter. He broke loose from the fetters that were holding him; from the two hands of his
mother, the former beauty queen, his Akki’s friend and sister.
Although he could walk, he thought he was faster on his fours. He did not want to waste any time
in trying to get up. He rushed towards her on his fours and occupied the lap he was familiar with.
And took the possession of the rosary. There was nothing unusual about it. He had seen such
things in his home. Around the necks of those ladies who came to see his grand pa.
He put his thumb once again in to his mouth while seated comfortably on the lap, with the rosary
on the other He stood on her lap and attempted to decorate her hairless head with his new
acquisition. Partially successful. If not for her right ear, he would have been fully successful . That
was the end of one operation. He threw his arm around her neck and bit the shoulder of the holy
whom he thought was his Akki. That was how he express his feelings. However, her hands did
not move as usual to hug him when he jumped on to her lap. He did not mind it.
She did not kiss him as usual. When his mom rushed there to extricate him from his beloved
Akki, he tried to be smarter. He changed his position and grabbed her neck, while standing on hr
lap. He looked back with that mischievous smile. Showing those four teeth on the lower jaw.
With the body smell of Akki he got the conformation he wanted. It is my Akki. He bit her shoulder
slightly, his way of acknowledging her petting. Then he turned his head and tried to look at her
face. The flow of salty water was continuing unabated. She did not try to rub it off.She did not want
to move her hand thinking that he might make another strategic move. Although he wanted to wipe
the tears in her eyes, his control over his hands had not developed to that stage. Akki could
remember how she was helping him to build the tower with the multi-coloured plastic cups.
When Nangi came to disengage him, he grabbed his Akki’s neck and resisted. He started crying.
Shouting. Shrieking. The drama that was unfolding, the hand picked guests had understood.
However, the holy lady did not move her hands or her head. She remained motionless like a
statute. Sans any movements of her body wrapped with the yellow uniform for the first time. Sans
uttering any word.
When Ammi realized that his mother needed help to disengage him, she got up once again,
went up to her grand son, whispered something to his ear and managed to get him off from his
perch on the lap of the holy lady. He was one hundred percent confident that it was his Akki
although she did not respond to his initiatives on her body. The smells confirmed that she was
his Akki.
Ammi carried him outside to the garden and put him onto one of the sand filled walkways, which
had been designed to be used by the yoginis in their walk meditations.
Akki’s strange behavior was a problem to every person. How she managed to be quiet when he
tried to make her a play pal was the point of discussion among the small crowd.
Akki's behaiour was the result of several hours of planning and thinking.In fact she had decided
what she should do and not do on that day. The day of her ordination. The day that changed the
flow of the river of her life. The day she committed her entire life to go in search of Nirvana, the day
that she gave up all her belongings, except the things she had brought into the Paradise.
While they were discussing the private ordination ceremony, they did not forget to talk about
Prince, the nick name Akki had given him because he had royal blood in him.
Nangi, his mother was very keen to take him to the Paradise to participate in the event, which was
contrary to the decision they had already taken earlier, thinking that a child in the Paradise would
disturb the mothers who were meditating there. However Akki knew her Prince better than his
mother. She knew he would not be quiet if he sees her there. But reluctantly agreed to
accommodate him in the list of the invitees. However, she predicted something embarrassing
would happen and had decided to stay motionless and without talking, allowing him to do
anything with her body. Total submission of his body.
She explained, “Nangi no person can reach the Sotapatti level without renouncing the possession
of self. We call it me and mine. I have decided that my body doesn’t belong to me from the time
they shave my head. I know it needs a vision. The right vision. I have still not reached that stage.
As far as Prince is concerned, I have dedicated my entire body to him so that he can do whatever
he wants about it. I think that is a good start. What do you think?”
“Yes. Only for today as agreed That is the start. I started with my mango tree. After my father
discussed with me the amount of time I was wasting in chasing off the monkeys that came to
attack my crop, he advised me to offer the season’s harvest to the animals: monkeys, squirrels,
bats and birds. He promised to bring me mangos to compensate me with my loss. I agreed.
Within a couple of days I realized the wisdom of my father. It made me free. It made me happy.
Then only I realized why Lord Buddha had included the renunciation in the samma sankappa.
Because of that renounciation I saved a lot of time to read and listen to my pocket radio sitting
under the same tree.”
“Do you think I will als
Confused and mystified. He sat with his thumb in his mouth. Looking at the lady that measured
paces from the side door and sat on that seat covered with a white sheet. He could not
understand.
She sat there. Wearing a yellow dress. Yellow jacket. Yellow cloth. Another wrapped up round her
body. What has happened to those T-shirts? Blue skirts?
She is like Maniyo. Hair completely shaved. Even the eyebrows. Eyes half opened. Not looking at
me direct. Eyes focused on the floor that was covered with two beautiful carpets. He looked at the
designs. Red, his favorite color was there. Even yellow and blue.
The mystified toddler had a big problem. With his thumb in his mouth, he focused his eyes on the
woman wearing yellow. Is it my Akki? The one who plays with me. Hugs and kisses me. Feeds
me. The one who takes me to the tank bund and shows me the flowers, the birds, the fish and
the colours. The one who plays with me in my play pen. My play mate.
Is it my Akki?
Is it my Akki? That was the question he could not answer. Could not resolve. Thumb in his mouth
is his logo for uncertanity. Indecision. Confusion. When he has a problem, he either puts the
thumb in his mouth and keeps on looking bland, or shouts to attract the attention of someone who
is closer to him. Near him. Those babbles, cries and shrieks.
Akki is the one who had monopolized his time. Akki who gives him all the fruits and cookies and
things he likes to eat. Akki keeps him on his blue-color feeding chair, and straps him to the
chair while Nangi is preparing his meals. Akki who washes and bathes him. Akki who sleeps in
the play pen and helps him play with the toys and brings sweets.
Akki brings him something whenever she goes out with Ammi. Akki who bites his ear to make
him laughs.Akki who kisses his stomach to tickle him. Akki. Akki. Akki. Why? Is she my Akki? Is
she my Akki? Is she not?
While looking at the new dress she was wearing, he was trying to take a definite decision. Seated
on the lap of his mother, he was wondering why Akki was not seated there with them, with his
mom and Ammi, his grandmother.
No. It is my Akki, he said to himself when his grandmother got up from the cushion she was
seated along with him and his mom. Ammi changed her body position. First she went on her
knees and then kept her right hand behind, took the strength to get up. Went in measured paces
up to his Akki . Ammi kept that rosary made out of carved sandal wood pieces on her left palm
which was resting on her right. And knelt down and worshipped her.
Later she returned to her seat and was getting ready to take him over from his mother who was
having him on her lap from the time they came to the Paradise to participate in that private
ceremony. While seated, his mom tried to transfer him to his grandmother.
He was smarter. He broke loose from the fetters that were holding him; from the two hands of his
mother, the former beauty queen, his Akki’s friend and sister.
Although he could walk, he thought he was faster on his fours. He did not want to waste any time
in trying to get up. He rushed towards her on his fours and occupied the lap he was familiar with.
And took the possession of the rosary. There was nothing unusual about it. He had seen such
things in his home. Around the necks of those ladies who came to see his grand pa.
He put his thumb once again in to his mouth while seated comfortably on the lap, with the rosary
on the other He stood on her lap and attempted to decorate her hairless head with his new
acquisition. Partially successful. If not for her right ear, he would have been fully successful . That
was the end of one operation. He threw his arm around her neck and bit the shoulder of the holy
whom he thought was his Akki. That was how he express his feelings. However, her hands did
not move as usual to hug him when he jumped on to her lap. He did not mind it.
She did not kiss him as usual. When his mom rushed there to extricate him from his beloved
Akki, he tried to be smarter. He changed his position and grabbed her neck, while standing on hr
lap. He looked back with that mischievous smile. Showing those four teeth on the lower jaw.
With the body smell of Akki he got the conformation he wanted. It is my Akki. He bit her shoulder
slightly, his way of acknowledging her petting. Then he turned his head and tried to look at her
face. The flow of salty water was continuing unabated. She did not try to rub it off.She did not want
to move her hand thinking that he might make another strategic move. Although he wanted to wipe
the tears in her eyes, his control over his hands had not developed to that stage. Akki could
remember how she was helping him to build the tower with the multi-coloured plastic cups.
When Nangi came to disengage him, he grabbed his Akki’s neck and resisted. He started crying.
Shouting. Shrieking. The drama that was unfolding, the hand picked guests had understood.
However, the holy lady did not move her hands or her head. She remained motionless like a
statute. Sans any movements of her body wrapped with the yellow uniform for the first time. Sans
uttering any word.
When Ammi realized that his mother needed help to disengage him, she got up once again,
went up to her grand son, whispered something to his ear and managed to get him off from his
perch on the lap of the holy lady. He was one hundred percent confident that it was his Akki
although she did not respond to his initiatives on her body. The smells confirmed that she was
his Akki.
Ammi carried him outside to the garden and put him onto one of the sand filled walkways, which
had been designed to be used by the yoginis in their walk meditations.
Akki’s strange behavior was a problem to every person. How she managed to be quiet when he
tried to make her a play pal was the point of discussion among the small crowd.
Akki's behaiour was the result of several hours of planning and thinking.In fact she had decided
what she should do and not do on that day. The day of her ordination. The day that changed the
flow of the river of her life. The day she committed her entire life to go in search of Nirvana, the day
that she gave up all her belongings, except the things she had brought into the Paradise.
While they were discussing the private ordination ceremony, they did not forget to talk about
Prince, the nick name Akki had given him because he had royal blood in him.
Nangi, his mother was very keen to take him to the Paradise to participate in the event, which was
contrary to the decision they had already taken earlier, thinking that a child in the Paradise would
disturb the mothers who were meditating there. However Akki knew her Prince better than his
mother. She knew he would not be quiet if he sees her there. But reluctantly agreed to
accommodate him in the list of the invitees. However, she predicted something embarrassing
would happen and had decided to stay motionless and without talking, allowing him to do
anything with her body. Total submission of his body.
She explained, “Nangi no person can reach the Sotapatti level without renouncing the possession
of self. We call it me and mine. I have decided that my body doesn’t belong to me from the time
they shave my head. I know it needs a vision. The right vision. I have still not reached that stage.
As far as Prince is concerned, I have dedicated my entire body to him so that he can do whatever
he wants about it. I think that is a good start. What do you think?”
“Yes. Only for today as agreed That is the start. I started with my mango tree. After my father
discussed with me the amount of time I was wasting in chasing off the monkeys that came to
attack my crop, he advised me to offer the season’s harvest to the animals: monkeys, squirrels,
bats and birds. He promised to bring me mangos to compensate me with my loss. I agreed.
Within a couple of days I realized the wisdom of my father. It made me free. It made me happy.
Then only I realized why Lord Buddha had included the renunciation in the samma sankappa.
Because of that renounciation I saved a lot of time to read and listen to my pocket radio sitting
under the same tree.”
“Do you think I will als
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