English Literature ☆ Moksha –the salvation ☆ Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi, NM
Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi, NM
(We welcome Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi ji to e-abhivyakti. We are also thankful to Shri Sanjay Bhardwaj ji who has given us an opportunity to share an excellent literary work of Capt. Pravin Raghuvanshi ji. An alumnus of IIM Ahmedabad, Capt. Pravin has served the country at national as well international level in various fronts. We request Capt. Pravin ji to share his inspirational journey of life with our readers. Today, we present the translation of an article of Shri Sanjay Bhardwaj ji “Moksha – the salvation”.)
According to Shri Sanjay Bhardwaj – “‘संजय उवाच’ को अनेक मित्र अपने-अपने तरीके से समर्थन देते हैं। मित्र कैप्टन प्रवीण रघुवंशी ने रविवार के उवाच का अँग्रेजी में उत्कृष्ट अनुवाद किया है। मित्रों के साथ साझा कर रहा हूँ।”
☆ Moksha –the salvation ☆
*Moksha* –the salvation, an illusive word, which as a wish is embedded in every human being in the world. With growing age, it becomes increasingly overpowering. While forgetting the rare achievement of being born in human body on the paradise-like-earth, the creature often indulges in myriad ways of seeking salvation in different cults, attires, praying systems, ethos and so on. This chain of discovery creates an everlasting illusive disorientation.
I’ll narrate you an incident. In the quest of highway to salvation, in perennial confused state, I was going on a city road. Had to stop as the sound of a crying dog in the atmosphere was disturbingly echoing around, but the dog was not to be visible anywhere. Suddenly, a hard object collided with my foot. Distressed with pain, I saw, it was a ball. Children were playing cricket across the street. After hitting my foot, it rolled over and stopped next to an open manhole of a drainage.
A young child of eight or ten years came running and picked up the ball. He too heard the wailings of the crying dog. He peeped in the manhole and saw a puppy lying inside, which was desperately crying for help. Without wasting time, in a jiffy, he put the ball in his pocket, and jumped into the drainage.
Took out the puppy, as he got wet in knee-deep slushy water. He put the puppy on ground, who kept on wagging his tail vigorously with gratitude, and started rolling in the child’s feet.
Before I could converse with the child, suddenly one of his group members called, “Hey Moksha, where have you stopped? Get the ball quickly.” The child ran back to his way…
The eternal confusion was sorted. The path of liberation was found as the illusive fog got dispelled off…
Respect the salvation of the earth; Bliss of the heavenly Mokshadham will welcome you with open arms.
© Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi, NM
