The philosophical journey of the author is very deep. It crosses many destinations and moves on from the gross level to the casual (causeless-Bliss state), which is the ultimate, one searches in life! The vision expands from the sensual level to wisdom state. The expansion is attained though the state of bliss, which is the natural sequence of the perfect extremes of pleasure and joy states. The book is mostly in a running dialogue form, which is always a prerequisite of a quest-full ‘journey’. This form has emerged in a natural fashion from touch of a delicate story which centers round its main character, Shantnu, who is a seeker of Jnana i.e. wisdom. In this journey he is confronted with three ladies in a consecutive order. They are the personification of Tamasic (slothful), Rajasic (passion), and Satwic (truth) qualities. Shantnu also discovers his way with these ladies by direct interaction and in the process ultimately he gains/attains his memory which is the intellect.
Tamasic journey starts..........................
It was late evening. Shadows of trees had blended with the darkness of the impending night. Sound of creepers was chilled by the occasional howls of jackals. The surroundings had completely been enveloped by the darkness of night but the cascading water of the river was breaking its spell of weirdness.
Suddenly sounds of barking dogs were rapidly approaching the river. A group of nude women, each holding the leash of a dog encircled an object lying, half-submerged in the stream water.
‘Girls stay away; let me see what the trouble is with this gent!
A full-grown woman, her hair cascading to her hips was giving orders to the group. Obviously she was the leader of the group.
‘But Mam, why are you trying to spoil our night bath. Dark nights come after such a pretty long time! Let the ‘bast …d’ enjoy his night cap…’
‘No, you do what I say. The poor man may be dead! You can all go. Have your fun and reach the estate. But don’t pinch your lips.
She watches the group of twelve young girls, all in late teens, disappearing in the dark woods. They were not the only ones in hurry; even dogs were straining their leashes to leave the place,
She patted her favorites dog Sultana, a pure Doberman. They both overturned the man, who was lying on his stomach with his lower body in the water. She felt for his pulse.
Good God, he is alive! Here Sultana, nudge the guy and give me a helping hand, we must carry him home. She started massaging his chest, his numb hands, after she had taken out his heavy body to the riverbank. Ten minutes body heat revived the half-chilled man and he opened his eyes. He tried to speak. His lips moved but no voice came out.
‘Now try to stand on your legs. You are o.k. don’t worry. You are in safe hands. Here give me your hand and try to move. My house is nearby, be a sport and make a try. Bravo, you are my real man. I am sure, you will make it’. All the time she was bucking his spirits. The man was quite lost. He seemed quite oblivious of his surroundings.
Had he been in his senses, he might have come to know the woman on whose slender but strong shoulders, he was putting his hand, the right arm he had woven around her slim waste, was the most beautiful women of her times. Her body charms were a craze in the manly world .She was the most sought after women and there were men, wealthy men, who were ready to squander their fortune in return of her favors.
But she had forsaken their world and settled in the woods. She had built her retreat in a small valley; Forty Kilometers away from Kulu (Himachal Pradesh. India), in the direction of Inner Seraj, she had bought a small valley including the hills surrounding her privacy. No road or a pathway pierced her valley. So, she was living a life of complete isolation. To the outside world she had become a legend in her early twenties.
At nineteen, While still a final year student of M.A. (Philosophy), She was crowned Miss Universe. The glare of her popularity broke her Indian bonds and she became the hottest model of her times. She first posed for Playboy and later became the Revlon model earning 1million pounds a year on contract. She pulled in more than 50000 pounds a year on other assignment. She was the most beautiful model with the body statistics, 5’9” tall and a cool 34”24”35”where it mattered.
She was highly conscious of her beauty and she exploited the charms of her vitals to the maximum limits and extracted the highest price for their exposure. She went to the extremes to out-sex and out-sell other rivals in the trade.
But she had her grey cells too. Being constantly under the blaze of lights, her nude body, though sent thrills into the male bodies, began to give her sleepless nights. She had completely lost her freedom. She was made to wear tailor-made clothes, cosmetics; even the wave of her limbs was controlled by the cameraman. Except during sleep, her entire life was lived on the whims of others. The only property, which earned her a fortune, her body, was handled in merciless manners. She often felt herself an animal on auction. Her pent up feelings mostly found a release in strange beds and she was left with morning hang-ups. She felt nausea on each night out.