What is bliss?

 

What's Bliss?

Entire humankind has been running nonstop to catch the other end of rainbow, for times immortal. It has found ways and means to be after it; almost amounting to a dictum, when one gets it, at the earliest, is the most blessed. If unattainable, even for the well to do, but if you manage to snatch it, at any cost, the bliss is utmost, supreme.   I too went through the same rigmarole like a dog trying to catch his own tail that goes in circles. I too went, cars after cars, newer model every time, changed homes, traveled to, specifically the jaunts abroad, more strenuous to reach, more the level of bliss. Means, if you have seen aurora borealis in freezing cold of -20* Celsius or Penguins parading on the south pole, or witnessed a croc gulping down an entire fawn in Amazon rain forest. You count yourself the most chosen one with the blessings directly from the God! Well almost!

There always has been debate over what’s more satisfying, materialistic things or if you can achieve Nirvana spiritually, it’s the bliss of the highest denomination. I don’t understand this business of spiritualism. Your bloody existence is the outcome of the most materialistic pleasure for your creators, so when you run after that hallucination, Nirvana you are denying your very existence. So when you attain spiritual bliss, you see the things but you don’t see, you feel the things but you don’t feel, you are just after that imaginary escape that will relieve you of your existential burden. Horse shit? Bull shit is unparliamentary! Sun is setting down with spread of all the hues of warm colours on the horizon that lifts your tired soul off the day to day zig zig of your existence known otherwise as life and you are not supposed to enjoy it. Your inner self is longing for the melody that soothed your most sour nerves when you were deep down in the pit, and the notes float on the air, you swing with the notes and your jaded being again leaps like phoenix after the ordeal in the fire and you are not supposed to enjoy it, what kind of spiritualism is this? At the cross roads after a long tiring day and a drive and the player in the car drizzles,

‘Lag ja Galesay Ke phir ye hasin Raat ho na ho...’

I think there won’t be any soul from Indian Diaspora whose spirits are not lifted up by this divinity in the form of Lata Mangeshkar! And you turn your back towards it? Are you made from the different clay than I am made of?

You are on a steep cliff on the high Alps and the valley in front of you is filled with nothing but clouds, fog and that mysterious thing the mist. And there is entry of this sole sun-ray that lifts up the veil on the blushing gal, the earth who presents herself in the most splendorous of her looks and you are not supposed to say even, ‘Aha?’ What’s the logic?

You come alone, are pampered by your doting ones, as the path unveils, you find your so called soul mate, may not be in most of the cases, either they just pull on or keep on going after the mirage they would like to call as soul mate, all in all, empty handed in the end. And where is the bliss in this?

But there too is lesson in this. The entire rigmarole makes you understand the importance of bliss.

I am all alone, dipping myself in bathtub with water at correct temperature nursing the most refined single malt, mind is as empty as a clean slate and I am just not thinking of anything, neither of that moment at that juncture nor of the moments innumerable thereafter, I am not thinking of my existence at that point of time nor I am bothered about when it will cease to be, is it less than a bliss?

Even while having self gratification you are making love to most lovely person in the universe, yourself, no strings attached no compulsions of any kind, you and yourself! It’s the world!

Solitude in the bounties of earthlings, you are loving just yourself and nothing else, just nothing else matters, what more a bliss could be than this! Cloudless sky above even without a lone star, no humanity for distances that are countless, no thought of birth, rebirth death or survival. Just you with yourself! You are with yourself loving every moment of it, neither you require your soul mate to do so nor the outwardly things those are pleasing at the most superficial levels. Your inner mirror reflects nothing but yourself in most handsome avatar, ‘No bliss can be more blissful than it!’

Nothing is more blissful when you are in love with yourself. Of course not in a selfish way. Be detached, still totally in to it!

Essentially ‘Come on terms with yourself, accept it and the utmost bliss will be you, being your own soul mate!