The hunt for the fabled golden deer happens in everyone’s life I suppose.
Rama, the Hindu mythological hero goes in search of the mayamriga, the elusive golden deer, at the insistence of his wife, Sita.
The elusive deer caught after much time and effort(and a few magical arrows) is revealed to be a counterfeit, a mirage, an illusion created to distract Rama and kidnap Sita.
“Fiction is not fact”, wrote Thomas Wolfe, “but fact arranged and charged with purpose”
The Mythological Mayamriga has metamorphosised into a metaphor and the parable serves as a cautionary tale for the consequences of blind pursuit of temptations in life.
The hunt for our Mayamriga commenced early in the evening.
An idle mind being the perfect Loki’s incubation chamber of sorts for and the lack of any other meaningful structured events led us to the pursuit of our Golden deer, which came in the form of a highly recommended continental restaurant somewhere in the corners of our own town in which we had moved into only four days ago.
Our Modern day guides:A four year old travelogue and preinstalled google maps on my smartphone.
Perfect for aliens and strangers in a strange city.
The quest began with buckets of vim and vigour and visions of delicious vegetable moussakas, and ended with weary feet, tired soles and heavy souls when after roaming around endlessly throughout the city, to finally find out that the restaurant had been shut down and turned into a hospital that we walked past at least four times.
No hilarity ensued.
As we returned, wifey happened to observe our unlikely yet possible doppelgangers.
Unlike the story arc of HIMYM, we hadn’t made a pact to make babies or anything else.
Given a choice I wouldn’t have chosen them as our doppelgangers, but no choices were offered on that day.
The couple shuffled on their way, perhaps their age affecting their gait.
The man was bald,tired and shabbily dressed.The woman was silent, with a face full of unvented pain.
The only common denominator they had, for them to be doppelgangers was that the man carried a pair of new shoes bought in the same shop as us, and that they both were walking uncomfortably…as us.
I wonder if they would be willing to be our dopplegangers.
Or were we already theirs?