You are no longer in that state. You are waiting for it, you are asking for it, you are demanding it – and nobody can make any demands on existence. The more you demand, the more miserable you will become. Forget what has happened, because even better spaces are available. Never ask again for what has already happened, because it will be at the most a repetition – and a repetition can never give you the same joy.

I have a beautiful story about Mulla Nasruddin: He was chosen to be an adviser to the king. The first day, the king and Mulla Nasruddin were both sitting at the dining-table eating. The cook had made stuffed bhindis, and the king liked them very much.

When Mulla Nasruddin heard the king praising the cook, he started praising bhindis like anything. He said, “In the ancient scriptures it is said that the bhindi is the most life-giving vegetable. It keeps you young longer than anybody else, old age never comes – and you start forgetting that there are diseases. It is almost like nectar on the earth.”

The cook heard this, so the next day also he made stuffed bhindis. The king ate them, but did not say anything. Mulla Nasruddin went on praising them again. This went on happening for seven days, and on the seventh day the king became so bored with stuffed bhindis that he threw the plate away and said to the cook, “Are you mad, or something? – stuffed bhindis, stuffed bhindis….”

Mulla Nasruddin saw the scene had changed, so he said, “This cook seems to be an idiot. It is said by the ancient sages that you should not eat bhindis every day; it is dangerous to health. You will become old before your time, and death is not far away.”

The king said, “Mulla Nasruddin, for seven days you have been praising bhindis, and now suddenly you have changed your mind. Your scriptures and quotations and ancient sages, have all changed.”

Mulla Nasruddin said, “Master, I am your servant, I am not the servant of bhindis. Whatever is your opinion is my opinion – I don’t know anything about bhindis. Because you praised them, how could I remain silent? Now that you are condemning them, I am condemning them. You give me my salary, not the bhindis. And as far as the ancient scriptures and ancient sages are concerned, I know nothing about them. Who cares about ancient sages and ancient scriptures? If they knew that bhindis are nectar, they would be alive right now. The bhindi cannot make anybody immortal, that much is certain. It is good that you stopped, because I was also dying – I was becoming a stuffed bhindi! Every day bhindi…I was becoming worried myself about how to stop this madman?”

The king said, “You are telling me I am mad?”

Mulla said, “You started praising…I am just your servant. Anything – howsoever beautiful, howsoever delicious – will create only boredom if repeated continuously.”