The story of dragonfly

…contd….

Sweety asked immediately “so like this dragonfly my friend also has become an angel. Isn’t it?” our Guruji just smiled.

“So, can I meet her when my chance comes to become a dragonfly?” she asked innocently.

“Ofcourse you can!” replied our Guruji. I was bit confused. Was she giving that girl a real fact or was she saying things only to cool that girl? Before I could venture into that question Sweety joyously got up and said” come mamma, let’s go. My friend Pinky is fine. Let me go to prepare for my exams”.

Her mother was both joyous and surprised at her sudden mood change. But without disturbing her state, she simply got up, prostrated before our Guru out of gratitude and left, eased of her pain. Her gesture was genuine and was filled with thanks to our Guruji. But our Guruji just was. Her smile and look remained same.

Someone asked “Guruji shall I prepare tea for all?” and received just a nod in reply and she went into meditation.

We started talking among ourselves – of course not there but out in the front yard. We had come to talk about Il Dolce far Niente but she taught us the ‘art of dying’. When she was narrating that story with that facial expressions and tone modulation, we felt ‘the death to be so poetic and beautiful’. Infact, some of us even wanted to experience that too! This was one fear that gripped the whole race and yet with the simple story she made it into a vacation – an exotic one that was worth looking forward to! In fact we became more curious to know more about death and the life after that.

We have read and listened to many such stories or explanations from various quarters but when she explained, it came alive ‘a picture perfect’ of death. It no longer remained a story of a dragonfly. It became ours. It touched us and moved us! And in between all this it changed our stand, perception and belief of death.

And there in lied her victory. Though she never considered it as hers. Her success trophy reeked of such facts and figures. And yet she was oblivious to all this and meditating. I no, we didn’t know for what we should be thankful to her. For her stories, her explanations, her patience, here generosity to let us be part of her life or just for her presence! Such lack of understanding was what kept us up as students and ‘her’ as our Guru!

Just saying, no regrets though………..

concluded....

The eternally classical song 'jo wada kiya woh nibhana padega' from the old classic movie 'Taj Mahal' - talks about the promise and how to fulfill it beyond death..........