I Hate Buddha
All I know about him is that he was no good father-no good son-no good husband. Goodness me! Can you believe it-this guy renounce kingship-I mean the best comfort which every people yearns for. Must have lost his mind-otherwise who on this earth will throw away his rich family wealth and power-and that too when you are sound-27 bloody years old-who would? I am damn sure you won’t disagree-Beautiful princess, lovely son and heir to golden throne comes not to all-any people would envy him; but here we find this guy who sneak out into the wilderness relinquishing what every soul on earth lives for.
I heard a lot about him; he talks about suffering-nirvana-karma. Do you think I really care about it…sorry to say this but I find Kurt Cobain’s nirvana sexier than Buddha’s Nirvana. And who the hell is this Karma? There are so many Karmas here-I hope he is not talking about my friend whose name is Karma Dorji. And suffering-it’s just a pain in the ass-we got to deal with it-like it or not. Perhaps money can rub off suffering-better run after money.
Must be really mad-I have to smirk here-how can you go around holding a bowl begging for food when you were destined to be a king. Ask any man on this world-they will definitely choose king over beggar-after all who wants to starve to death. Be honest when I ask you-lets say you are given a choice either to become a yogi or to become a common man-which one would you like to go for? If you are saying "yogi" then I hope you must have thought millions times before uttering the word, “Yogi.”
Know what! I have to see Buddha once-and there I will tell him all that I am telling you. Right before his face I will yell , “BUDDHA I HATE YOU!” Why shouldn't I say this-he is all crap!
Then I saw him…
He was just there-I felt as if he was always meant to be there. Emanating-easing-he looked so effortless. I admit it was indeed mind boggling moment for me but I recollected myself- many times and kept reminding myself, “Hey you! Are not going to say you hate Buddha-step forward buddy you are very close now!”
Heavy! Can’t explain-my steps were getting gentle as I walked forward-I don’t know why eyes got fixed at him. And my heart-had nothing-my mind-was all glass-empty. It was so easy to be there-his eyes were gently closed and in lotus posture I saw him. Can you believe it-a man who came to yell at Buddha was found supplicating before him-his teary eyes-his clasped hands rested on his chest and his lips quivering could only manage to whine like a lost puppy, “Lord! I hate you! Lord I hate! You have been so kind! so kind!" Your voice breaks buddy-so does your heart.