The Illuminati

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“He who holds the spark can illuminate the soul of others”

I have till date followed this quote and tried to gain knowledge but fail every time, unlike Boyes who holds the magic of making anyone smile, like making a dead flower bloom again.

My fellow holds the charm and an eye-catching personality with his dark eyes, light glowing off from his face and the body too muscular, anyone can easily hide behind! “Damn you Boyes! You have again put a blot on my wooden table and you know it, it takes 15 expensive minutes of my life to clean that scar off my desk.” His never-ending habit of pouring ink on my desk every morning ruins my mood and I have to clean that not-easy-to-fade-away big spot on my well furnished wooden desk. Cool it, Charles! Cool it! My subconscious mind consoles me as I then get back to my routine. The moment is in continuous loop with an interval of hours.

I am practicing an art of being enlightened, on the boulevard of changing the perception towards life for which, I travel 30 weary km towards the suburbs. Boyes is off for his work; he doesn’t find my “temporary philosophy” worth gaining, rather considers it a waste of time. I am still in the web of question wondering why does he metaphor it as temporary philosophy! God knows!

Calmness for an hour and BAM! I am back to my boring running round the office-to-home and home-to-office bush. Just 1 hour in my 24 hours in the time I get peace in. Well, its going boring, but atleast still.

I am back to my pavilion, I can feel my bones, each seeming to weigh about 3 kg for now. I am too weary and going to have a hot-water bath and forget the world. Ah! Who says heaven cannot be visited being alive! I jump out of my shoes and there, Boyes is standing right in front of me. He is a kind of enigma to me as he never seems too tired but fresh. Is he on drugs? My medulla oblongata never seems to shut up and get rid off negative comments.

I presently need a shower very badly to dust off all my weariness and make myself feel light.

“I want you here Charles” I have hardly stepped out of bathroom, my body still half-wet and I hear Boyes commanding me.

“I hope we have no work to do Boyes otherwise you will have to see me faint on the ground!” I fear.

“You go to the temporary philosophical class, still you have so much to complain about. I cannot understand you at all. ” Urgh! Again naming my practice as something to be ‘temporary’ but I really am out of fuel to argue with him. I shrug my shoulders and greet him my absence.

We have had dinner and he is busy with his laptop, working on some designing software while I am enjoying my hot chocolate, listening to jazz. So soothing and relaxing! I am today in bed early as my body needs to be charged. I lay down in bed and think of what Boyes said. My ‘enlightened mind’ really is enlightened? My brain shuts off and so do my eyes and I am in the world of virtuality, letting go of the thought.

Morning with a sun-kissed skin on me, today I is going to be a good day and I am quite awaken and quite on ready-to-go mode. As I am about to leave, I can see Boyes still brushing up his brains on his software but he has no sign of sickness from that boring stuff. I have no time for this and I am off for my work. Again the same story as I repeat the same day for months and I am calling it a LIFE. Poor you, Charles! Even my oblongata feels pity on me.

Finally, home is where the heart is! But I can see the heart of Boyes roaming everywhere. I want to know the mystery.

“Boyes, I want to know something.” There is a vivid curiosity in my voice. Boyes frowns towards me in surprise, “Are you alright, Charles? You look in some kind of dilemma.”

“Why do you tag my practice as temporary? What makes you think so?”

“Oh! So you have finally got your eyes open, ha? You know I am always busy still I wear the charisma.” I nod my head as a refusal.

“Look Charles! Your so-called practice is just for an hour. But what then? It yields no fruit for yourself and you are to be accused for it. It doesn’t matter if you go for the practice or not but if you do not will to open your eyes by yourself; no great human being can help you. The key to the lock of your mind is in your hands itself and I assure you, no person, no matter how wise, how strong cannot steal that key from you.” I can smell wisdom in the words of Boyes as he continues.

“You always complain about your job and are never happy with what you have. There are many people out there striving for job, grinding their feet everyday on kilometers in search of job. This was taken for instance. But there are possibly many times I notice you cursing.” Boyes has a record to irrefutable nature of mine. Holy cow! I have been so dark! He adds up,

“There is a beauty in everything, Charles! All you need is a vision. Not everyone who has a sight has a vision.” The words of Boyes caught my soul just as easy as a fire spreading in a forest.

“Even a person who is dying has a beautiful message that now, he won’t have to suffer any pain. A person who just broke up and is crying leaves us a message that he has no one now to lose and he is so much independent. A person who just broke his leg can rest in bed for days. You call it a curse? I call it a blessing.”

That true those minutes can never be washed away from me that Boyes put in me.

“You truly are illuminati, Boyes” I get up and hug him tightly.

He whispers in my ears, “I am no alien, my man. I am no different. Everyone is illuminati, you have just to break up the darkness of the dark sight of yours and generate a canopy of bright vision.”

A lesson I learned. A morality I earned. I am feeling so light, so good like never before and what I will percept now in my life will be my real practice.