
As we get and spend and lay waste our powers, lots of us tend to ask ourselves, 8220;Is this life?8221; But very often, we8217;re too scared of the unknown and never set even a timorous toe out of our comfort zones. Not that one absolutely has to. Not everyone is interested in being a nomad, a mendicant or a risk-taker. Most of us prefer stability, continuity and order. Besides, there8217;s tremendous societal pressure to conform, to be good and settle for a home loan, a good-mileage car, a golf/tennis/gardening/running club or a worthy charity, church group or satsang.
Those permitted by life to explore such cosy activities are at the far end from crazed-by-poverty fathers who fling their little daughters into the holy Narmada, hoping at least to win them salvation, as local culture, if not religion, assures. Both the cosy and the crazed are traditionally described as samsara. What if you fit in neither? If your soul is astir with divine discontent and you must always be sailing in search of Serendib? If your face goes into screensaver mode when they talk shopping? If you8217;re not particularly ambitious but get a huge kick out of your work; swim amiably about in the bhavsagar, just happy to hear the mermaids calling out, each to each? Are you a freak, a misanthrope, a misfit? Surely, not!