I have been told to write this column since a long time now, but
nothing really moved my fingers on the lappy. But when I saw the dummy of The
Correspondent, I felt really nice to see my name in the columnists list. The
editor being a great friend said few things but held onto many. I could guess
him saying, “my dear I am giving you a chance, and you are ignoring, wait n
watch”. Haha. It’s this voice that keeps us company all the time. While you are
reading the column, or newspaper, watching TV, talking to your wife or doing
anything, constantly a voice gives us company, commenting on everything around
us and in our mind.
I am never alone, I have always witnessed another me in me. This is
a constant realization that keeps happening. For me the entire universe is a
cosmic play and I see it as a witness. The most beautiful part of witnessing is
that I can catch myself doing funny things, which actually I don’t like in
others. Recently I commented someone very near to me that you make remarks
without even thinking how the other person might feel, only to my surprise,
when I was in witnessing mode, I do the same.
Coming back to the point of another me, is actually the real me.
It’s called the witness, from my eyes it’s someone witnessing my actions, my
eyes being the window for someone to see the world.
For that matter, witnessing can really prove good for self
correction. Whenever I feel someone is not behaving right, I start witnessing
myself, only to know the fault lies within. It’s a drama and I am an actor, my
director wants me to play a certain role in a certain way but I do something
which is neither required nor asked for.
I am awakened to the power and depth of witnessing by my spiritual
guru saint zindgi, who bestowed upon a meditation of witnessing, and once it
sets in you, you become the witness, separated from the mind. For me the
experience comes alive every moment as I see the world from an eye of a
witness. Isn’t it beautiful to see a movie which you are a part off, and have
fun. You know that this scene won’t be repeated, how much you might like it to
or a scene couldn’t be deleted either. I love the world of witness unfolding.
Recently I could actually feel the director of the universe,
directing me to be somewhere which wasn’t in my plan of the day. It was so
amazing, while coming back from a meeting with a colleague; we both felt hungry
and thought of stopping by abruptly. To my surprise I met a friend and mentor
after years, and it brought so much happiness and realization that its fun to
let Him direct, no interference.
Witnessing another me, is a great exploration unfolding every moment
in my life. You can join in if you want.
Do provide feedback on this piece.
In witness,
Saying goodbye
Kulpreet Roshni
