“Vrindavan is at different realms” said the Avadhoot Babaji, seated on the ground! Someone had lit fire, on the cold January night and Babaji was enjoying the flames. He seemed dark; his matted hair piled up almost casually, his radiant eyes pierced through the darkness around.
Someone had lit fire, on the cold January night and Babaji was enjoying the flames. He seemed dark; his matted hair piled up almost casually, his radiant eyes pierced through the darkness around.
It was one January night, freezing cold with the western disturbance causing quite a drop in temperature of North India. Guarding myself with coats and mufflers, I had set out in the dark, wandering in the streets of Vrindavan. Mornings are generally crowded with devotees from nearby places thronging around the countless temples in this small town. Evening however opens up a completely different atmosphere. A plethora of bhajans, that float around from almost every lane, fills the air with romance; the flowing Yamuna hums the songs that the trained ears can hear; the dust as if rises to add to the mysticism of this place. The breeze that blew…. carried a melody that could melt a stone.
“What do you mean, Vrindavan at different realms, Babaji?” I went on questioning the ‘Madman’.
Clothed only in a torn blanket, one could have passed him as a lunatic or a deranged person, one often encounters. Yet there was something about him, that pulled me to him. Lost in his own world he couldn’t care less on who is around, male or female, animal or human. Silence of the night blended with the silence of Babaji’s presence, one could glide into a trance …… that presence was beyond any description.
After a while Babaji spoke,–” Vrindavan is your heart! ” He looked straight – eyelids fixed – perforated through me, to a zone he alone could fathom. “You are Nand-baba and Yashoda maiya! Gopis are the thoughts that play in you. And in amidst these thoughts, partly visible, part concealed, dancing and playing, laughing in His own merriment, Kanha plays on! His tiny hands and feet dance to the singing of Gopis. As the ever-shining Truth, as the child of Nand-baba – He alone catches hold of your attention. How can you limit the limitless, to a place…. held in time?”
I must have seemed dull and weird to Babaji. He smiled and comforted, “that is the Vrindavan where He lives on”
Bhagwan Das Babaji – in these words – transported me to the realm where he lived. My friends who were a part of the trip, were searching for me desperately by now!!
While I heard their words of concern, care and desperation……. yet a part of me stayed on…. in the Vrindvan – the abode of Kanha. The heart suddenly felt joyous !