5. beam-wallet.exe export miner_key--subkey=1명령어를 실행하여 miner 키를 형성합니다. 다수의 마이닝 노드를 설정하고 싶다면 1이 아닌 숫자를 넣어도 됩니다. 6. 이번에는 owner key 를 형성합니다. 1개의 기계에 대해서는 1개의 owner key 만이 존재합니다. beam-wallet.exe…
It was noon time. The Hyderabad sun was eating me up bit by bit. I was tired. I was unsure whether I could achieve my goal that day. The heat of the sun might have taken up my energy, but it could not take away the fire in my away. Rather the heat was adding its bit to the fire in my soul. There was nothing pulling me back that day.
I had to travel 1.5 hours to the place I had to go. Nearly 27 km. I had to change at least two buses on my way there. Add to it the waiting time at the stand. Well, none of this could stop me that day. Sun, Bus, Traffic — everything looked like they were pulling me back from my mission. I ain’t the one who will let these stop me. The expected reward — just by its glimpse — would be sure to make me forget all these. I am sure if anyone was else in my place, they would have dropped the mission at the first stage itself, fearing the challenges it posed. Any Cost-Benefit Analyst would have told you the mission isn’t worth it. Well the Human will is greater than mere numbers or probabilities. Once it has made up its mind, name one thing that can stop it.
There I was, all ready, with necessary clothing, accessory to brave the Sun — that was all present just to dissuade me. I looked at the Sun, and smiled at him — just like that old proverb. The mission had begun. From my experience, the Public Transport in Hyderabad is fairly reliable. But that day, unlike the quote “And, when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it”, I universe was conspiring against me. I had to wait at the bus stand for nearly 45 minutes under the scourge of sun before the bus arrived. Finally it was there.
I got on it. But the ride wasn’t easy. From the people chewing gutka using the window to spit to loud mouthed Uncles to mask-less people who would not give a give a damn in this world about corona to openly coughing co-travelers, there was a mini universe present inside to conspire against me. The disadvantages of traveling in bus in the hot sun, are many. Of course time is one. But had to make that trade off in face of the price of private cabs. Another thing is the fatigue that gets into you. Stickiness of the sweat, tired skin, sleepy body only — at a point you don’t know what’s driving you to your mission and why you undertook that mission. You start asking questions like ‘Why did I take up this mission?’, ‘Should I have stayed back?’, ‘Is it all worth it?’. This is the point you even think of getting down at a nearest bust stand and catching the bus to go back to your place. You start asking questions of your place in this universe, the importance of your mission to this universe.
But amidst all this, an unknown force overpowers all these thoughts. It gives you that push and shows you the direction. May be that’s what they call as God, and this is the experience they talk about when they talk about the ‘divine experience’. It is really an unexplained phenomena. What sails you through that moments when waves are pushing you back or trying to take you with it? And the Sun is having a laugh looking at me. Have I lost the game? With so less energy and the mission not visible at any distance, I had surely lost it at that point.
I got down the nearest bus station. I could see the charming Char Minar on one side. That is a more than beauty into it. It was pulling me towards it as if it had taken a human form. There it stood majestically doing the same thing it did to me last year. Bring me into it, every time I think of going the opposite way. Even if I had managed to get out of its hold, the time I spent with it would still bring me back into it, like that mythological divine love. Don’t know how many had fallen to the grip of that whirlpool, but I surely like to think I was the only one. For every time I was there, I felt like I owned the place. Not at materialistic level but at the soul level. So many people come there. But mostly to with a economic purposes. I like to think I am the only one there with a purpose which surpasses all their selfish motives of being there. I don’t know what do you call it when you are attached so much to a place. Am I attracted to it soul or its history or the atmosphere around it or the people who give it such significance? I really don’t know answer for that. Was it the one which was pulling me all the way from my place, even with all those dissuasion? May be.
Going through the Char Minar is surely like going through a worm-hole because my mission existed on the other side of it. I had to go through the columns of the Char Minar, thinking about the times it had seen and the number of people it had allowed to use it. A place of beauty(for the paucity of a divine word) had turned into a place of trade. Surely someone was being a pimp, using it to make money for themselves.
I could escape from its gravity, may be because my thoughts had turned towards my mission. Just like how Arjuna could see only the bird, when so many distractions existed. At this point, I was overcome with the horror of experience of conquering the mission last year. I had taken a different route then. I had people with me, not sure if they were as passionate about the mission as I was, but they were there supporting me. But this year I was all alone. The experience of last year was surely repulsing me from the mission. I had taken a different route, where most of the commoners would take it. But the place was filled with remnants of its people who came to ascend it— bones everywhere. The place was filled covered with unhygienic remnants. The vast area of the place was filled with unpleasant things. The memories of this was still haunting me. After a year, I still could not get over it. I used to get night mares of this. But amidst this, the thought of ascending the peak it is, was always pleasing. How much ever the path is filled with unpleasant things, the calmness, trans and the high you reach after getting onto the peak is always pleasing.
Hence to avoid this experience, but to reach the peak nonetheless, I took different route. It was much colder, the travel costlier, but the experience of the ascension much pleasing. The act of dissuasion would still continue there. The people onboard there said to me, “Sir if you are alone, it will take a long time. First we need to make arrangements for others who have come in large numbers. It’s better to go through the other route”. And many of those smirks from fellow travelers looking at me with such contempt as if to question my place there and my ability it achieve the mission. Little does he know how far I have come and what all I have faced to be there. All my life, I have unknowingly practiced everyday to fulfill the mission here. I would not be the one who would be dissuaded by that. I bid my time to get my chance. I waited patiently there like a stoic, amidst the negative vibes around me there.
And the moment came. Was it an orgasm? No, it was still some time away. But surely some hormones played their part inside me. Even daring to excite the stoic inside me. I was overcome with a motion of reflexes in my body at the glance of it. But it was not to be enough. To be content just at the glance of it, without the experience of it is to face defeat. I have not come here amidst all these hardships just to let myself be content with it. I haven’t come just as a pilgrim, but someone who has come there to be Pujari to the god.
The story will continue in Next Part — Act Three.
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