Once upon a time, long time ago... I was indeed a little boy (which I still am), a little lost boy with million questions (I have many more) walking through the mountains around the globe with utmost wonder writ on my face. I had the questions or rather the quest for the unknown; though I did not even know what I did not know. The quest was and still is for the quest. While the mountains taught me where to look they left it to me to seek what I wanted to find. What I saw did not always satisfy my desire to seek heightening it further in most cases. What did I seek; simply the unknown, anything that I found upon my path became a quest even if it wasn’t so when I began my journey.
It is said that the road builds by itself when you begin to walk, so walking is important not the road. The path emerges out of the journey and not vice versa. I started my journey when I had barely learnt to walk upon the vertical arena that would become my true home. Teeming and tingling with an open mind willing and seeking to embrace all I walked high and low through far flung mountains and deep dark jungles and upon my path chanced upon wise people, my gurus and my Master. They found me worthy of their indulgence perhaps since each of them adapted me unconditionally. I was anyway ready to do literally anything to learn. And from them and from my Master I learned my Zen or my way of life and living.
For long have I kept these stories, the way these masters taught me, embedded within my mind or in some obscure chit of paper, sharing few once in a while with my audience around the globe. Like Zen life too is simple and that is the way I was taught and that is the way this blog would be, simple without any distractions or deviations. I would relate the stories as closely as I recall as it happened. The only liberty I have taken, for which I hope my Master would pardon me, is that each of my stories will end with a question from the Master. I like it that way. A story, any story, especially if it is about life and living cannot be an entity within itself. It can only be a continuation of a chain of thoughts, growing from one and leading into another so the reader will continue to ponder and meander even after it has ended.
A story ending with a quest is a story without an end. It doesn’t necessarily have one correct answer and some may not even have an answer. It is up to each one of us to find our own answers and to find our next question within that answer. As one of my gurus had told me: a question is an answer in disguise. Question is important answer is obvious.
All my masters and gurus and wise teachers are finally rolled into the One, the Master hence I won’t differentiate between any. They all are one and the one is many. But above all, reigning supreme far into the azure stands and will always stand the ultimate Master – the Mountains. It is from them that I learned my Zen and it is to them that I dedicate these meanderings.
Let us now begin our journey and create our own road towards the questions. Let us continue with our conversation through the mountains. I was, I am and I will always be the novice...
I will see you all on top!