Monday, 12 May 2008

Art Classes - 2

I needn’t have blamed my family or even swallowed my pride and accepted responsibility for a nearly wasted week – apparently it was all Guruji’s doing. He wanted me to do the course.

So I guess more than his garlanded photo was there all along as I walked up to strangers and told them Hello, I Belonged to Them (and then proceeded to volunteer information of where I lived.) And the time when I held my partner’s hands, looked into their eyes and Saw Love in Them. He was definitely around as I Found My Aura.

In search of good health and peace of mind I became a lioness that roared when called to do so, I embarrassed myself before an audience while learning that I need not be embarrassed in front of an audience, I swayed Like a Coconut Tree with my eyes closed while more robust coconut trees bumped into me with every beat of the music, I shopped at the Divine Shop to buy gifts for others who were shopping for gifts for me, and I was party to a solicitation program that beats Amway square (it was Homework after all.)

Point being, I’m too young to be jaded. I’ll hanker after the good things in life for a while - none of which involve sitting in silence with my eyes closed.

Trust me Guruji, happiness right now is a pair of shoes and the pursuit of happiness.

Maybe in 25 years when my kid is an incorrigible adolescent, I'll run to Art Classes for peace of mind and drag the poor kid along too.

Saturday, 10 May 2008

Art classes - 1

I've been learning the Art of Living this last week.
For the SECOND time in my short life.
Yes - why.

As usual, I blame my family. Mum didn't want to go alone, granmum insisted "Journalists need Art of Living," and general consensus was that I'd die cold, alone and out-of-breath in far-away England without Guruji's guidance. Now you can't argue with illogic like that so I went, wishing I was related to at least one old-fashioned cynic who'd side me on this one.

I'll be woman enough to accept some responsibility - I kept an open mind and was willing to give this one more shot. Hey, everyone's searching for Answers. Plus I didn't want to die cold, alone and out-of-breath.

So I went. Day One itself - 'I am Joy, I am Peace' and I'm not sure I can handle it....

Friday, 2 May 2008


"For you, a thousand times over!"
-The Kite Runner

That'd be a truly exciting refrain for a life song.

Thursday, 1 May 2008

That question about being or not (being)

One fears that insanity is the rule rather than the exception.
One also believes it wise to play by the rules in this case.

Quod Erat Demonstrandum.
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