• "I see what you don’t. Write about things least spoken of. Speak less, listen more. Watch less, observe more. Know more by learning more. Attach less, detach more. Be seen less, remembered more. And believe that less is, in fact, more."
  • "Today, organs can get replaced but no one has found a replacement for lost trust, abandoned hearts, shattered souls and tears that flowed. Imagine that!"
  • "Life is not a straight line. It is a circle. See you a-round!"
  • If you do not wish to cross the bridge when you get to it go ahead, take a boat... either way, cross over, you will have to."

Aug 31 2013

The Constant Traveller

ConstantTraveller: maulshri.comThere was once a man who set out travelling the world. He got so addicted to travelling, never spending more than a few weeks in one place, that he just kept wandering…kept moving.

His consistent wandering caused him to begin wondering, “who am I?” “Where am I going?” “What am I supposed to do? What is my purpose?”

No map in his hands and no gadget to guide him, he simply kept travelling to wherever someone told him to go. Then he began to wonder, “What am I doing?” “Why am I doing this?” and sometimes even “Where am I?”

Whenever someone he idolised, in his “here and now”, instructed him to go somewhere and said “Go here, you will find what you’re looking for”, he would just go.

So he kept on going, moving, travelling from one place to the other and often wondered “What am I looking for and why?”

He kept on travelling. All over the world; Over and over again. Each time different places where he met different people. After all there are billions of us!

Every time, no matter where he was, the person he looked up to, in that moment, decided his next destination for him and he would head out. Looking for what, he had no clue, but he knew where to go as he had been told to and that gave him a sense of satisfaction of ‘knowing’, having the ‘knowledge’, gaining some ‘learnings’; but to do what and for whom and why? He had no clue.

Years passed by. Travelling made him weary with age but his eyes sparkled due to the varying experiences he had gained.

On one such journey, he reached a gorgeous Monastery nestled among snow-clad mountains. The moment he set foot into the Monastery, he felt a sense of calmness he had never ever felt before.

He heard a silence around him that was quizzically musical. He saw all these monks, quietly going about their daily chores, their footsteps sounded as soft as floating clouds. All of them seemed to be whispering the same words. The air was fragrant with this chanting in unison. Their ‘mantras’ enveloped the monastery and its residents in a cloud of contentment.

Our traveller took a deep breath… for never before had he smelt air this fragrant, clean and fresh.

While chanting rhythmically, the monks almost seemed to glide around like angels in the entire Monastery.

Our curious traveller entered their garden and was astonished by the array and variety of plants, flowers and fruit trees that he saw. Outside the doors of the Monastery there was snow all around, but inside… it was an oasis! “How on earth have they managed to create this exquisite garden?” he thought.

Stunned by the sheer beauty of what he saw, heard and felt, he sat down under a mango tree. Looked up and saw the tree laden with delicious mangoes. He felt elated at the beauty surrounding him and the level of relaxation he felt. For the first time in years, he slept. Under that tree, in it’s cool shade, listening to the chanting flowing in the air, the air whispering the monk’s words in his ears and to his subconscious as he slept……

“Om Mani Padme Hum” “Om Mani Padme Hum” “Om Mani Padme Hum” “Om Mani Padme Hum”……


Suddenly he woke up and wondered how long he had been sleeping. There was still daylight and the weather was too perfect to believe. He looked around but saw no one.

As he walked along the wide corridors of the breathtakingly beautiful Monastery,  he heard a faint chant, in unison, coming from one direction. He followed it till it grew comfortably audible and sounded like a beautiful song being hummed.

He walked in through the door to find a welcoming and humongous room, bathed in soft light emanating from a thousand lit lamps, where all the monks were in rows, seated on folded knees, chanting this beautiful set of words that sounded pure, healing, magical, musical and utterly and blissfully calming.

Our traveller slumped down on his knees, mesmerised by the entire scene and enraptured and captured by the exquisiteness of it all. He closed his eyes and for the first time, unbeknownst to him, he slipped into the deep realm of meditation.

His “Aaaaaah!!!” slowly changed to “Auuuuuuuuummmmmmm” which graduated to “Om Mani Padme Hum” in no time and he was anchored. In a more contemporary term, he was “sold!” Sold to the exquisiteness, the beauty, calmness, peace and satisfaction of simplicity of the highest order. Being in touch with his inner peace.


—— Monks: in this narrative, they are symbolic of ordinary yet extraordinary people.


Who is ordinary?

Who is extraordinary?

Who has the right to decide this?

Is it appropriate for anyone one of us to look down on someone just because we fail to understand their circumstances and their life?

Who has the birthright to declare…  “My life is better than yours”?

Most times it is the people you label “ordinary” who have the best sleep even if they sleep on hard concrete pavements under the open sky.

There are so many of us, billions!!
Yet, God made each one of us unique, with unique DNA, unique finger prints,
one of a kind facial features and a unique identity.
There! I’ve already listed four things that make each and every one of us super unique! Unparalleled!

Yet we search for our uniqueness? Yet we consider being “ordinary” a bad thing? Why?


Now here is my logic…

There are some of us who are aware of this intrinsic innate uniqueness and choose to use it in an anti-social manner. For example: some people become mastermind criminals and become known for knowing how to commit brilliantly planned heists.

Then there are those who apply their uniqueness to benefit mankind materially. The creatively genius and the scientists fall into this category.

Finally there are those who apply their uniqueness to benefit mankind spiritually, like the monks in the story of our constant traveller.

No matter which path we may choose, the fact remains,

Each one of us is unique and in a unique way is also ordinary.

Now… the trick is for you to realise and recognise that you are ‘uniquely ordinary’ and be courageous enough to uphold it and utilise it to benefit others. When you benefit others, you will also benefit yourself. That’s just how it works. What goes around comes around. Oldest, truest adage in the world!!


So what makes us extraordinary? 

Upholding one’s ‘uniquely ordinary’ character is what sets a few apart from the majority.

Unfortunately the majority feels they are ‘sadly ordinary’.

The minority, who believe in their ‘uniquely ordinary’ selves and decide to employ their energy towards the greater good of those around them and those who come in contact with them, are the ones who are truly extraordinary!

THIS is what makes people extraordinary!


I sincerely feel we need to stop using the word ‘ordinary’ as a bad word and as a word to look down upon when used for a unique individual’s life.

And if you call me ‘sadly’ ordinary, know that you are in fact calling yourself ‘EXTRA’ Sadly ORDINARY.

© Maulshri Rajdhan

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