Karmapa Ogyen Trinley Dorje,
Drone pass, Greater Himalayas, Nepal – Tibet border.
What did she mean by "Loose your self" jack was trying to get the meaning in vain; it was not a conventional one to deduce its meaning. He searched the web to identify the place mentioned in the scroll and found that it was a monastery situated at the summit of the Greater Himalayas along the Nepal-Tibet border. All his money and reputation still looked deficient to take him there because he had to put his life at stake to climb that peak. None could support him on his mission as dangerous as this except himself. He first thought of catching a flight to Katmandu, then he felt foolish for the luxury and ease the flight travel will provide and there it stuck that he had to turn invisible; a nomad, which is the only way he could gain entry into the lama's abode because no King, no Clergy, no Head of state had till yet received a red carpet welcome there, because every body are prohibited there and they are considered to be only willful trespassers with their pomp and paraphernalia. For that he had to hit the dusty roads and in the true essence he had to transform himself into a lousy vagabond who has lost his way into the monastery. He whirled his Globe on his desk and traced the route to that place and didn't even wish to think whether he would survive this, but there was this feeling of warmth which engulfed him when he decided and knew it was worth it.
Jack knew the consequences of becoming invisible, but he had complete faith in his people. No more worries bothered him when he arranged his essentials in a ruck-sack vanished the same day in the middle of the night, the day was 23rd July 2008, time 11:11 pm (NYST). He just walked away into the blue, the only important element which connected him to his bygone world was the new PDA he had from a retail-store that day, it had the GPRS embedded. It was like Vespuggi leaving America.
The words inscribed on the note left by the girl attracted him like a mountain sized magnet, he conceived that the Lama had the elixir in his words and he had construed a plan for jack to find him. Leaving New York jack took the route of Philadelphia, Washington, Atlanta, New Orleans, and Houston then wished to cross the Mexican border from the state of Texas. Jack either hitch hiked or took a grey hound bus when he traveled in US, which was nostalgic to him. The eastern coast looked like a crucible of races and cultures which have fought and thrived, they had made the country the most powerful of all and competition is one thing they had naturalized with a great spirit for survival. But jack was also troubled by some circumspect, unanswered questions. They were actually some suppressed fears he tracked down in the minds of people. The fears where something, Like, "Whether there is a benevolent, merciful and personal God? Are we satisfied with all this materialistic success that has been achieved? What has been lost to achieve all this? What does the future behold with a globe that has gone flat?" Fear was like a devastating disease which was crumpling their civilization into the hellhole of Non-belief.
With all this in his heart jack was ready to cross the Rubicon, he had to cross the Mexican American border illegally. For a crumb of dollars, the borders smugglers heaved him into the dick of a over crowded car, for 2 hours he was bumping stacked in the human pile among 4 others who even in that humble situation had the guts to smile and cheer with hope to go back to their home country. At Monterrey they were abandoned when it was dark, past midnight. After 1 hour he walked into a slum where he came across Make-shift bar. He ordered for a glass of locally brewed brandy, the night was cold enough to numb his limbs and his tongue had gone taut. The shot of brandy had a dramatic effect on his body loosening him like a blooming flower, the fog was stark white and he saw a fairy like girl walk-up to him. She was wearing a white-purple mixed long skirt with pink and rose lilies strewn around a magenta top. She was startlingly beautiful with a moderate but beaming bosom. She sat beside him and started a conversation; jack felt happy talking to her as it was a relief from the silent journey he had taken across the border with no space to converse. He brought her wine but he could feel that she was not there for alms and she was laughing instead at his attitude of elation. She talked about the hardships of living and working for a Textiles & Garments company, where she was a fabricator with thousands of other blue-collared workers. Jack saw her with contempt now, as he questioned whether the company has not brought any socio-economic boom for the town's economy. She then revealed the gruesome, monotonous and mindless physical labor which they have to put up with and the hazardous journey they have to take every night back to their homes with threats of rape and murder for a few pesos which they earned after a day's toil. She remarked about the incidents of highway rapes and homicides which were committed by psychopathic managers of the firm in collaboration with the town bus drivers, the government was also deaf to the reports as the huge amounts of FDI which poured across the border made them to sweep these murders under the economic carpets. She asked why the Corporate have stooped so low enough to earn their profit which were soaked with the blood of innocent Monterrey virgins. The comfortable warmth of the brandy gave way to horror filled frigidness in Jack's body as now he knew she was one among the victims of this brutality.
(To be continued.......)
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