Give us back our beds

- Mist became Moti-Kumarapala Desai

The French monarchy kept prisoners in the Bastille prison who had been sentenced to life imprisonment. The shackles in which he was bound lived for a lifetime. Only when he died did his body get rid of the shackles.

In this prison some prisoners lived for thirty years, some for forty years. Iron beds became part of his life.

The winds of revolution blew in France and the monarchy fell. The air of freedom spread everywhere, resulting in his release from Bastille's prison.

These prisoners, who had been confined in shackles for years, suddenly began to feel awkward and strange as the shackles were removed. Iron beds had become a part of his life. It was hard for him to imagine that he did not have shackles on his hands and feet.

The revolutionaries told the prisoners that now you are all free. Now you can compete wherever you want. No one can stop you.

But during this time the prisoners of the Bastille forgot the meaning of liberation. Having spent thirty to forty years in a dark closet, he had forgotten his prehistory. Where to go even after being released? Who will feed them? Who will keep them?

Some prisoners even begged us to stay. And put our beds back. Some of the prisoners were released, but they returned shortly afterward.

He said, 'Hey! I could eat comfortably outside. You have to beg to eat out. '

Some other prisoners came back a few days later and spoke! Our ears exploded and our brains went back. How much noise and how much noise is there in the outside world? We do not want to leave the peace of this Bastille.

At night someone said, 'Give us back our beds. We can't sleep without a bed. '

In the rites and customs, the human mind becomes like a prisoner of the Bastille. It is not arranged without confinement and it is not free without bedi. Liberation seems to be confusing to the mind that has been stuck in certain customs, traditions, methods or ideologies for years. The human being in the bed cannot discern liberation.