The Freedom...

...of Consciousness

I am breaking a long period of self-imposed silence on my blog on this Independence Day when, happy or not, there seems to be a smile on people's faces that I see, wearing the tri-colour badge, hoisting flags or just enjoying a national holiday.
August 15, 1947 is Independence Day indeed. But that is only one facet of Independence we are talking about. Political independence, from the British Rule when symbolically, the Union Jack went down and the tri-colour of Sanyas, Peace and Prosperity, with the wheel of Dharma representing the core values of India, fluttered in the night air, 59 years ago.
But is that all. Indeed not. If we are talking of a spiritual emanicipation, a freedom of the mind, then India has never been in bondage. She has lost small battles, but has eventually won the war of life.
And India I speak of here is not a country with geographical boundaries and physical features, but a state of mind. But this knowledge of what is true freedom, the experience of what it means to be free...still is contained in the hearts of a miniscule per cent of the population. Even though they are expressing themselves, the sleeping hordes, ruled by Tamas is unable to open its eyes and receive the truth.
It is when it becomes the knowledge and the reality of the masses, whether in Chandigarh or Chennai, Mumbai or Madurai, Kashmir or Kanyakumari, when people walk on the roads conscious of their true self, when they talk to each other in the spirit of 'Tat Twam Asi,' in the awareness that matter is just condensed Consciousness, the truth of their being sons of the soil - a drop of that nectar - Amritasya Putraha...till that time comes, the struggle for the real freedom will continue...