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Rude Awakenings - Forest Sangha Publications

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^0 T H I R D M O O N 06admit that asceticism was not the answer either. In that moment ofrecognition, he remembered the ease and peacefulness of a time in hischildhood when he had been sitting in the shade of a tree watching hisfather at a ploughing festival. Shaded from the blazing sun, with no particularinclination toward this or that, his mind had by itself settled intoa state of calm. Might that gratuitous, unforced calm be the basis forenlightenment?The world was benevolent on that day in another valuable respect. Alocal woman called Sujata (Good Birth) made him an offering of milkrice,which he ate. Although the other ascetics walked off in disgust, henow had both the physical strength and well-being and the mental easeand detachment to collect his highly trained attention and direct it tothe roots of the problem of life: the creation of a self that is both alienatedfrom life and besieged by it. Resolving to remain in that very spotuntil he had discovered an answer, he took up a seated position underone of the common trees of South Asia, Ficus religiosus, subsequently tobe honoured with the name “Bodhi tree”—the tree of Awakening.We too had received our share of offerings. The previous night therelentless road had taken us into Gaya, which is one of the largest townsin Bihar. We had the name and address of the professor we had met onthe previous day. The streets were suitably incomprehensible. Askingfor directions we connected to someone who wanted to get us interestedin the huge temple to Vishnu in the city, but we eventually shookhim off.We hired a scooter taxi and gave him the card. The driver pleaded hisabsolute certainty as to the destination, but we were a long time circulatingthe backstreets and suburbs of Gaya, stopping here and there tomake enquiries. Off we would whirl in another direction until the convictionpetered out, and we received the next set of contradictoryinstructions. Then, surprisingly, just as I had given up, we got out. Thename and the address had coincided with a neat house in a quiet andwell-lit district connected with the university. Even more surprising, the2 6 4

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