The Humble Pebble, The Lofty Hermit
(Part 1 of the Lofty Hermit Series)
By Padmaja Ganapathy
So there was this hermit on a hilltop. He had been sitting still for so long that anthills grew around him, on him and in him. Trees had dropped their branches and with every wisp of air, the leaves tickled his nostrils. Vines crept mirthfully around him, entangling his thumb with his forefinger. The rain fell as on a pillar, the sun beat down its uv’s, the winds blasted his hair off their sockets and the cold froze his shoulders. Seasons passed, ants crawled, bees buzzed, spiders spun, and he sat on, seemingly oblivious. No water entered those lips, no food touched that belly.
He has attained Nirvana, everyone said, staring at him in awe. They filed past him in reverence which he never saw. They brought him food that he never ate. They adorned his seat with flowers that he never smelled. They chanted his praise that he never heard. They sought his blessings that he never gave. Years passed. He sat still.
He has attained Nirvana, everyone said, staring at him in awe. He is beyond hunger, thirst and greed, they said. No sorrow, no joy, no emotion could move him, they claimed. He is in the ultimate state, they said. That for which one needs to do penance for years, endure hunger and thirst for eons before they fade away. Forget family, forgo love, shun hate and ignore greed, until one feels that inner peace.
It takes a great deal of introspection, everyone said. Scouring hundreds of religions, thousands of gods, dealing with the mirth of agnostics and philosophical thoughts. It takes grit, they said. And a burning desire to find the truth.
He has attained Nirvana, everyone said, staring at him in awe. It takes devotion and deep thinking. He is one that has gone beyond the need for food, for water, for love, for plain laughter.
He has attained the state of nirvana, they said, staring at him in awe. He is now so still, so unmoved, so without desires and needs, much like the pebble at his foot, no one said.
The pebble at his foot.
The pebble at his foot has been lying there for years, no one said. They did not file past it in reverence. They never brought it food. They never adorned it with flowers. They never chanted it’s praise. They never sought it’s blessings. Years passed. Vines grew on it, ants danced on it. Spiders crawled, spiders spun. The pebble lay still.
It is beyond hunger, thirst and greed, no one said. No sorrow, no joy, no emotion could move it, no one claimed. It is in the ultimate state, no one said. It has no wants, no hunger, no thirst, no desire, no one said. The pebble must have done penance for years to reach this state, no one said. It is in the ultimate state, that for which one needs to be a seeker for years, endure hunger and thirst for eons before they fade away, no one said.
The pebble has attained nirvana, no one said.
In all, it took evolution millions of years, everyone had said, to turn a pebble into a fish, fish into frog, frog into ape, ape into human. And even more to refine a hermit out of a human. So had everyone said.
Evolution made a human out of a pebble while nirvana made a pebble out of a hermit. The hermit and the pebble are but in the same state, no one said.
About the Writer
Padmaja Ganapathy
I am and I am not. Neither boxed into a belief, nor am I defined by my body. I am insane and intellectual. I am materialistic and esoteric. I am narcissist and humble. I am mundane and spiritual. I am simple and incomprehensible. Defined by my mind, by my thoughts, a breaker of tags, I am abstract.”
Let the naked journey begin……