Abode of Nobody

Abode of Nobody

By Pamarty Venkataramana 

 

      ‘My name is Nobody’..

       – Homer,The Odyssey

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Me?

A Twitter-handle.

A tweet.

Another retweet.

A Facebook post.

An Instagram picture.

A family album.

A face in the crowd.

Reflection of mirror.

Statue in the public Park.

A figure from history. An achiever. A medalist. A celebrity. A legendary being. A living lion among society of mankind.

A winner.

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Oh, those others?

Also-rans. Fans. Cheer-leaders. Here now, gone then. Where? Nowhere.

No heritage. No lineage. No family-chart. No archives. No books. Not even an ‘in memoriam’ obituary !

As the fruit-fly, so their lot. Born, reproduce, die out. None cares. Not even crows that caw caw creating much cacophony when another crow is dead.

So what?

Bodily features. Beautiful form. Appealing persona. Wealth amassed. Adoring crowds .

All that gathering on a last journey .

All disappear. Eventually.

Memory fades. All is forgotten. Your wisecracks become quotes in another’s book.

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Yet…

Life’s experiences remain. Stored. Recounted. Narrated. Told. Retold. Recalled. Repeated. Seemingly forever. Though, only of some chosen few.

Why so?

Because, they endear.

Beyond the lifetimes.

Eternal glory!

Across centuries, they become as folk-lore. As caricatures of epics. Immortal ones.

Evergreen.

Superb lives led? Marvelous deeds done? Greatest feats attained?

Oh, what distinguishes these fossilized human lives from all that population, generation after generation, surfacing on planet Earth?

The ‘ I am nobody ‘ – characteristics.

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Humble. Simplest. Unassuming. Compassionate. Kind. Merciful. Understanding.

Sharing. Sacrificing. Gentle. Wiser than wisest.

They know that they know not.

They know that all accumulation of wealth comes to nought.

They breathe to live and when dead,come alive . . .

Abode of nobody – both the bodily form as also the world we share.

Well, well, well..

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Who am I ?

My name is Nobody…

‘ I am Nobody !’

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  1. There is no eternal address … We keep changing Abodes … during lifetime as well as in the journey of the soul …

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