i retired in 1996, after plying trains for 41 years on the Western Railway, including 25 years over the suburban network. Like every member of the city’s workforce, a Motorman leaves home, praying for a good day at the office. Unlike a priest or doctor, a Motorman undergoes the chilling experience of watching live human beings, young and old, full of Life and hurrying across the tracks, or coming before the train to be blasted into eternity. At the last moment before Death, our Third Eye and Mind opens, and we visualize the beauty of Life and Love. Sometimes, when a fatally injured victim was struggling with his last few moments, lying on the track, there was an aura of solemnity surrounding us. I would gently ask the victim to ask forgivenessfrom Almighty before entering his heavenly home. The motley crowd of commuters formed a respectful ring around him, replacing the family and friends that normally surround a person bidding adieu to our mortal world. The saddest poverty is when a man goes to his grave, not knowing the purpose of his earthly journey. The goal of Life, like worship, is Self Realization. La vita fugge, et non s’arresta una hora, / et la morte vien dietro a gran giornate” (Life flees, and slows not for an instant, / and death hurries along behind it)—Petrarch.
On Jun 23, 2013 DenisKhan wrote:
i retired in 1996, after plying trains for 41 years on the Western Railway, including 25 years
over the suburban network. Like every member of the city’s workforce, a
Motorman leaves home, praying for a good day at the office. Unlike a priest or
doctor, a Motorman undergoes the chilling experience of watching live human
beings, young and old, full of Life and hurrying across the tracks, or coming
before the train to be blasted into eternity. At the last moment before Death, our Third Eye and Mind opens, and we visualize the beauty of Life and Love. Sometimes, when a fatally injured victim was struggling with his last few moments, lying on the track, there was an aura of solemnity surrounding us. I would gently ask the victim to ask forgivenessfrom Almighty before entering his heavenly home. The motley crowd of commuters formed a respectful ring around him, replacing the family and friends that normally surround a person bidding adieu to our mortal world. The saddest poverty is when a man goes to his grave, not knowing the purpose of his earthly journey. The goal of Life, like worship, is Self Realization. La vita fugge, et non s’arresta una hora, / et la morte vien dietro a gran giornate” (Life flees, and slows not for an instant, / and death hurries along behind it)—Petrarch.