Eggshell’s soul
Sachitra MAHENDRA
Dhammaruchi sat up. He observed the sun rise - the perfect timing for
meditation. He was deep in meditation, when a painful shriek fell on his
ears.
It was a sweaty creature in an eggshell, the monk could see. This
eggshell lay in a hideout in a celebrated temple. This was to stir up
Dhammaruchi. This creature looks for relief, he thought. He made a
divine journey to where the eggshell lay.
“What happened to you my child?” The monk asked with his natural
kindness.
The moment the creature in the eggshell opened its mouth, a foul
smell spread across far and wide. Dhammaruchi could put up with the
smell.
“I was misled, Venerable.” Tears ran down the creature’s tiny face.
Dhammaruchi could have reflected what happened to the creature, but he
preferred to hear it from the horse’s mouth. The spirit could recall
everything - it was simply like scenes leading from one to the another.
Scene
1 - Professor Amarasekara did not like the way the monk administered the
Sudharma Viharaya. It was very sophisticated, quite inappropriate
especially for a head priest, who should lead a simple austere life.
He prepared a different note for his speech that day. ‘What the
Buddhist monk should not do’ was the topic. “If you study Buddhism close
enough,” he started on... “you will find many materialistic monks even
during the Buddha’s time. There was a monk who was gathering almost
every material around him. He was called Bahubhanda, because he was so
fond of material. What happened to Bahubhanda? The monks reported this
monk’s behaviour to the Buddha.”
Professor Amarasekara was raging within - only if he could sense it
himself! He paused awhile to take a sip of water from the glass. The
lecture hall, full of both monks and lay undergraduates, was overly
quiet. He did not see students doze off at the back row.
“Today’s monks should learn lessons from this. Many monks do not live
by the Buddha’s teachings. They use Benz. They live in air-conditioned
temples. What’s the point in becoming a monk, if they have all those
comforts in life? Buddhism is nothing else but a business today.”
Scene 2 - He drove all the way to his bungalow in Galle to spend the
vacation. Sea breeze is something that gets him into creative moods. He
used to write the creative thoughts down when he was a novice monk in
his native temple in Induruwa. All he needs now is his hammock and the
laptop.
Professor was now on the 62nd page of his report on the behaviour of
monks in Sri Lanka. He didn’t care for how much money NGOs are willing
to give. He just didn’t want monks to live a luxurious life.
The four-hour journey from Colombo and the sea breeze made him doze
off. His mind wandered back to his monk-days. He had no option since he
was the fifth in the family. His father had no job, and the village’s
head priest brought him up out of compassion for his father.
“The boy is very smart,” his teacher used to say. Amarasekara had had
enough of monk-life’s chores. He wanted to get out of this well of
boredom. He learnt really hard and got into university. Luck favoured
him because he mastered Buddhism and English, he knew he can make a
sufficient living with that.
Amarasekara shut down the laptop and retreated to his thoughts. He
was in a sound sleep at length.
Scene 3 - Ven. Galagama Gnaninda used to be Professor Amarasekara’s
closest monk colleague. He is someone Amarasekara envied a lot in
isolation. Gnaninda did not disrobe despite whatever bright prospects he
would have had. His fame as an erudite monk made him live with all
luxuries and power.
Amarasekara tried to link the monk’s good looks with secret
relationships. He once demanded a trial-by-ordeal for an expenses
scandal of Ven. Gnaninda, but the government favoured the monk.
Scene 4 - This needs treatment, thought Amarasekara, nursing his
evening glass of scotch. It should be either Gnaninda or Amarasekara, he
kept on thinking. His mind was restless trying out schemes against his
erstwhile brother.
He spotted a rotten egg placed separately, when he reached the
refrigerator for more ice cubes. Something flitted across his mind -
“this will do,” he mused. But he had to wait for the dark to gather in.
Until then other matters should be taken care of. A wool cap and a
windbreaker will be enough to give him a false look.
It was about 11 pm, and the road was virtually deserted. He started
off the journey. He was happy to see no one roaming at the temple. He
made a leap from the parapet and headed towards the shrine room, located
close to the head priest’s quarter. He was trembling with doubts, but
there should not be a better time, he thought. His hands did the job
swift enough for him. The rotten egg got scattered and was strewn all
over the floor of the shrine room.
He was happy. It’s hard to erase the smell of a rotten egg. People
will wonder if this temple is full of spirits, and leave this once and
for all. Sorry Gnaninda but you deserve this, Amarasekara did not find
any difficulty to find his way back out of the temple.
Scene 5 - His neighbour’s daughter was to go on a trip the following
day. Mother and daughter were up till midnight to make egg sandwiches.
But daughter smelt something foul, she spotted one egg discoloured.
“Mother I think this is spoiled. Just smell it.”
“I don’t want to smell it, child. Just throw it away. Here there is
another one discoloured here. Throw both of them away. Urban Council
people have opened the manhole lid for some repairs. So it’s all right,
eggs will be dropped there.”
Daughter threw it away drawing a sulky face. She did not notice that
she missed her target - because eggs did not reach the manhole.
Scene 6 - Amarasekara did not expect an egg-assault. Where the hell
these came from? Eggs were extremely spoiled that was enough to blur his
both eyes. There was no one to turn to, or cry help. What in the world
he is up to this dead in the night, anyone would wonder fair enough.
His next step betrayed him. He felt himself sliding down a pit. It
was slimy and foul smelling. He feared the death for the first time in
his life. But has anyone died just because their eyes got blurred with
rotten eggs and fallen to a pit? No, this cannot happen.
But the pit was slimy and slippery beyond the human grasp. Water
level was up to his chest. He was shivering but had no idea how deep he
was inside. He stood upright as if he is frozen. He had nothing to do.
He wished he could have cried out loud no matter what happens. But no
one will hear him now. No sign of municipal people getting closer
either.
Perhaps I have a short nap till they come - what else he got to do
other than philosophizing or daydreaming until someone comes out to his
rescue? In his dream - the wildest he ever had in his life - he was a
king commanding the execution of head priest Galagama Gnaninda. He
laughed out loud - Gnaninda cannot stand in his way anymore.
It was a deep slumber from which Amarasekara never woke up.
Flash forward
The eggshell’s soul was happy to have someone to hear his grief, at
last. But he was not sure how long he would last this way.
“You should not have done that child. Many luxurious monks lead pious
lives. You cannot judge them by the way they live.” Dhammaruchi said.
“I know Venerable. I was a slave of my own feelings.”
“I see you have done lots of merits and charities in your lifetime as
a monk. You have a long journey in this eggshell dungeon, but don’t
worry, you will be reborn in a better place.”
Life should be likened to a walk on eggshell - a journey with no hard
feelings for anyone. Dhammaruchi placed the eggshell back, for no one to
discover it. He spotted a piece of newspaper lying on the flower stand
with a picture of someone so familiar. Sunrays touched the newspaper to
make it easier for Dhammaruchi to read one particular news item.
“Professor Gunapala Amarasekara was found dead in the manhole by
Urban Council workers in the wee hours yesterday. Professor Amarasekara
is believed to have taken a night stroll, hence met with this tragic
accident. High officials at the Urban Council have instructed workers
not to leave manhole lids open and unattended even at nighttime.” |