The gurus of wifi nirvana…

I grew up with my fair share of spiritual gurus inherited from my elders. Most were ill clad, unkempt, looking penurious, even gaunt. They looked that way because they had renounced everything, had no worldly possessions, no filial relationships. They were so one with the world that there was nothing to possess – no distinction between the possessor and the possessed. They were the world; the world was them, or so I was told.

I don’t see gurus like them anymore. Every guru of today is a brand. Distinguished by carefully coiffured heads of hair even if looking wild and windblown; velvety flowing robes; signature accoutrements; headgear straight out of a fancy dress party: Their image so very selfie-ready; poised to materialise a hundred social media posts a day, a myriad likes and a million dollars from thin air. A global network of opulent ashrams, a who’s who of followers, fancy sets of wheels and wings, dedicated media channels vending instant nirvana…

Like the gurus of old, the world is at their feet. Yet unlike them, there seems so much more to possess!