As I stood in wait for my turn at the long immigration queue at the International airport at Mumbai, several thoughts crossed my mind. There was a mellow song playing on my pod. The excitement too had mellowed down a little, if I compare it to the last time I went. There, I was traveling abroad for the first time; here, it felt familiar. But nevertheless, I was ready for a holiday again.
There is something about traveling alone that I like, not in comparison to having company, but on its own. Nobody to disturb you in your thoughts when you observe the world. Sometimes in our urge to share everything that we see then and there, we miss out on many things.
There was some confusion between me and the fellow standing behind me as to who joined the queue first. We walked besides one another till the queue became narrower and he gave me the space. We exchanged smiles. Check-in was smooth, I got got the passage seat. (Just besides the window seat) The bag that i checked in weighed almost 17 kg! Immigration was smooth too, the boarding gate was changed at the last moment from 14 to 13. 13 was a remote station, we were taken there by a bus. The kingfisher flight took off at 12 midnight.
In-flight service was good. The air hostesses were not exactly pretty, but were polite and well-dressed. I chose the international cuisine, that had Thai rice and chicken gravy. It was pretty goo, not spectacular though. The chocolate pastry for dessert was delicious. I saw a full movie and hardly slept in the flight.
The flight arrived at good time here at Changi airport. The airport, too, felt too familiar as all the formalities were completed pretty quickly. I bought a whiskey bottle for bro's roomies and caught a (mercides taxi) to Sengkang, the name of his place. Reached bro's place at 8 30 in the morning, he got up as I came and there was the usual hug. As I talked to him while unpacking my bag in a manner I have always done, I wondered how time and distance has not brought any difference in our relationship, pretty much of a friend.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
smiling around...
Would like to share something interesting, might sound like a familiar story, but something very basic to human nature to ponder upon. There is this aged man in our group, here in this camp, somewhere in his 70', may be 80's. He was pretty grim faced for the first two days, had sat with me for dinner once without speaking a word to me or even looking at me through those 20 minutes. I could be wrong, but he seemed like the kind who hate this world, for it has given less than they actually deserve. It seemed like he had his set of prejudices as we had heard him vehemently speak against the idea of religious equality as suggested by our teacher. He had gone on saying "they are the ones who start it... they dont consider us equal, why should we..."
On the 4th day,that is yesterday, as I was having dinner he came and occupied a position right opposite me. I don't know why, but I got a feeling he had found me. Then I saw him smiling for the first time as he was looking at me. The next instant, he started telling me his story.
"My father passed away when I was 2, studied through whatever he had left us till primary. I struggled for the basic needs starting from food as I started looking for a job when I was 15. How would one have the mind to learn these philosophies and idealisms when all he thinks about is how he could have his next meal. I got married at 20, and when I was your age, I had a son. I came here thinking it would get me rid of my ailments. But I am not sure about these spiritual teachings." He spoke with such intensity that the Father of the church, who was having lunch in the same mess had to gesture him to speak in a lower volume.
Wow, I thought. Here is a man expressing himself in front of someone at least 50 years younger to him, and with such zeal. We spoke a little more. I wished he would speak more. But soon lunch time was over, his plate was empty and he got up to wash them. (We wash our plates here) This It would be one of the most interesting and conversations I have ever had and was left pondering over it. I was pretty moved.
On the 4th day,that is yesterday, as I was having dinner he came and occupied a position right opposite me. I don't know why, but I got a feeling he had found me. Then I saw him smiling for the first time as he was looking at me. The next instant, he started telling me his story.
"My father passed away when I was 2, studied through whatever he had left us till primary. I struggled for the basic needs starting from food as I started looking for a job when I was 15. How would one have the mind to learn these philosophies and idealisms when all he thinks about is how he could have his next meal. I got married at 20, and when I was your age, I had a son. I came here thinking it would get me rid of my ailments. But I am not sure about these spiritual teachings." He spoke with such intensity that the Father of the church, who was having lunch in the same mess had to gesture him to speak in a lower volume.
Wow, I thought. Here is a man expressing himself in front of someone at least 50 years younger to him, and with such zeal. We spoke a little more. I wished he would speak more. But soon lunch time was over, his plate was empty and he got up to wash them. (We wash our plates here) This It would be one of the most interesting and conversations I have ever had and was left pondering over it. I was pretty moved.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
having a good time...
It rained all night yesterday, at least here in Andheri. So morning was extremely cool and as I wrote on FB, it was fun taking a walk on this hilly terrain, inside this quiet campus. The morning tea felt better than usual because of the weather. The people here are nice and the teachers tell us nice things as well. May be because the people have come here to become nicer than they are or may be its the ambience of the place, away from your routine life.
I exchange smiles with everyone, say my greetings to some. The 'Brahmavidya' session lasts from morning 6 to evening 6:30 with quite a few breaks, including a long 2 and half hour break during lunch. As I said, the teachers tell us nice things, some with good examples. Because you all insisted I tell something about what I am being taught, I'll try to put some in words. We are basically taught 'correct breathing' and 'correct thinking', the concept being that most mental and physical disorders arise because of incorrect thinking and breathing respectively. They teach us breathing exercises for the correct breathing part and give us a method to mediatate to channel our mind to correct thinking. I'll have a lot to say on both aspects, but right now I am short on time, so this is it.
We have no specific activity other than these sessions which are not exactly interactive. I usually prefer not to say much because it would lead to an argument. Its amazing to see how people start accepting the theories when they are told to keep their faith in it, with the key statement being, you will realize some day. Here too I see that people now have started 'believing' rather than understanding or deriving. They don't understand, consider it something abstract and therefore they believe. I'd probably accept the first two positions, but I'd rather not believe. What is amazing to see is the devotion with which the teachers and their assistants try to impart their knowledge to us, considering they son't get a penny out of all this. They believe in this. These things provide answers to questions we all at some point may get in our lives and probably till we die, we want all the answers. From what I gather, we humans don't want to leave this world without having all the answers. Pardon me for being a skeptic.
All said, I am learning a lot of good things here, as Nikhil said, the most important things cannot be taught. Everybody is extremely loving and caring here. The old lady I mentioned yesterday is simply awesome, full of spirit. I had a few more conversations with my room mate who I found had also given the GRE and had got many admits for a research in Chemistry. And yes, I did feel a little guilty about missing my scheduled dinner yesterday. So I came here, in the same cafe, only after I had my dinner at 7:30. I walked till the gates of the campus with 4 other particiapnts, the relatively younger ones, all females. They had ice cream, I had a five star. When I refused the Ice cream, one of the ladies told me to keep doing these breathing exercises as her one of her relatives had not got a cold for the last so many months since she had started doing these. I came here leaving them with their ice creams as I realized it would be late by the time I go back. It is 9:30 as I type this and I think I should get going now. The campus gates close at 10. I may not be here tomorrow as our teacher has scheduled a 'talk session' with the youngsters after dinner tomorrow, some interaction after all. So hopefully, day after. Bye bye.
I exchange smiles with everyone, say my greetings to some. The 'Brahmavidya' session lasts from morning 6 to evening 6:30 with quite a few breaks, including a long 2 and half hour break during lunch. As I said, the teachers tell us nice things, some with good examples. Because you all insisted I tell something about what I am being taught, I'll try to put some in words. We are basically taught 'correct breathing' and 'correct thinking', the concept being that most mental and physical disorders arise because of incorrect thinking and breathing respectively. They teach us breathing exercises for the correct breathing part and give us a method to mediatate to channel our mind to correct thinking. I'll have a lot to say on both aspects, but right now I am short on time, so this is it.
We have no specific activity other than these sessions which are not exactly interactive. I usually prefer not to say much because it would lead to an argument. Its amazing to see how people start accepting the theories when they are told to keep their faith in it, with the key statement being, you will realize some day. Here too I see that people now have started 'believing' rather than understanding or deriving. They don't understand, consider it something abstract and therefore they believe. I'd probably accept the first two positions, but I'd rather not believe. What is amazing to see is the devotion with which the teachers and their assistants try to impart their knowledge to us, considering they son't get a penny out of all this. They believe in this. These things provide answers to questions we all at some point may get in our lives and probably till we die, we want all the answers. From what I gather, we humans don't want to leave this world without having all the answers. Pardon me for being a skeptic.
All said, I am learning a lot of good things here, as Nikhil said, the most important things cannot be taught. Everybody is extremely loving and caring here. The old lady I mentioned yesterday is simply awesome, full of spirit. I had a few more conversations with my room mate who I found had also given the GRE and had got many admits for a research in Chemistry. And yes, I did feel a little guilty about missing my scheduled dinner yesterday. So I came here, in the same cafe, only after I had my dinner at 7:30. I walked till the gates of the campus with 4 other particiapnts, the relatively younger ones, all females. They had ice cream, I had a five star. When I refused the Ice cream, one of the ladies told me to keep doing these breathing exercises as her one of her relatives had not got a cold for the last so many months since she had started doing these. I came here leaving them with their ice creams as I realized it would be late by the time I go back. It is 9:30 as I type this and I think I should get going now. The campus gates close at 10. I may not be here tomorrow as our teacher has scheduled a 'talk session' with the youngsters after dinner tomorrow, some interaction after all. So hopefully, day after. Bye bye.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
a different outing..
After several debates and discussions an arguments with my father about it, I finally thought "ok...ill give it a go". Partly because of the respect to our discussions always ending with dad saying.." You wont know till you experience it" with me winning the discussions hands down with all my logic. Also because I have known my father to be a reasonable man. I had to know why was he devoted to this "Brahmavidya" cause, the name that sure sounds like the dozens of spiritual courses people turn to at old age.
So I packed my bags and came here. Andheri East it is, Mahakali caves to be precise. I had been given a timetable for 6 days including the day I reach and the day the camp ends. The schedule was pretty engaging to say the least. I reached sharp at 4 in the afternoon on the first day as was the schedule. As I had thought, at first I could not find anybody of my age. Most of them seemed above 65. Some middle aged and many others, housewives. As I counted today, we are a total of 17. And well, there is someone of my age, a girl named Monali (from what i gathered from the initial introduction)
I wont talk about the course here as it is not relevant, neither for me, nor for the readers here. The place, itself is amazingly quiet. Located on a small hilltop, it is actually part of the campus of a local church. There are many activities in here from learning music to marriages to spiritual learning to religious prayers and even scientific workshops. The centre I am living in is called 'Atma-Darshan'. (A place to meet yourself)
Its a nice place as I mentioned anyway, the facilities are pretty awesome I must say, especially compared to what I had in mind. Extremely clean rooms, decent toilets and a big mess with square tables for 4. So yeah, coming back to where I was, we had a formal introduction: to the teachers and to one another. Here too (as it usually is :P), I got all the attention along with the girl, us being the two young participants. I got some applause for saying I had come here cos my dad had told me to.
I really find old people,...pardon me for the use of this word,.. extremely 'cute'. One old lady fondly introduced herself to us as "I am his wife" pointing to his husband sitting in the front row, she seemed completely happy to have that identity. And then with a cheerfulness resembling a kid's, said "I am happy to come here". Two are doctors, one professor, the girl I mentioned has done a Bachelors in Architecture.
The room is neatly arranged with two single beds at each side of the room. There is a big wide study table with two chairs, atop is a small wall hanging statue of Jesus Christ and a calender that says "I believe in you, Jesus" (The place belongs to christian missionaries). My roommate is a middle aged man (the age of my dad may be..). Had a few talks with him, but he genrally is pretty quiet and prefers to keep to himself. He offered me chikki yesterday which I didnt refuse.
Well today, the second day. Woke up at 5 30, a time not seen for a long time now as 6 o clock is tea time. After the initial session of imparting us with the introduction of what we are going to learn we had a break to have breakfast and have our bath, if not taken already. I had a quick bath and then had to engage myself with the exercise of carrying filled buckets from the place where the water heater was to different bathrooms which belonged to old ladies or those suffering with back ache (Beleive me, most of them did). I thought of the gym and why I had been irregular. Breakfast, lunch and dinner is a simple affair here with the food kept on the big table at the far end of the mess and everone serving themselves. I sit with my roommate and we eat silently, with an occassional conversation like "the place is good, the dahi is nice"... Most part of the day (7 hours to be precise) is spent in learning what I am supposedly here for.
The practice tonight got over at 6 30 and I ventured around looking for a cyber cafe, mainly to check my mails and share this. It is already 8 and I think I'll have to have dinner outside. With the early breakfast and lunch, I am pretty hungry. I am thinking dominos, garcia's or a kabab place nearby....will sign off now...keep visiting...
So I packed my bags and came here. Andheri East it is, Mahakali caves to be precise. I had been given a timetable for 6 days including the day I reach and the day the camp ends. The schedule was pretty engaging to say the least. I reached sharp at 4 in the afternoon on the first day as was the schedule. As I had thought, at first I could not find anybody of my age. Most of them seemed above 65. Some middle aged and many others, housewives. As I counted today, we are a total of 17. And well, there is someone of my age, a girl named Monali (from what i gathered from the initial introduction)
I wont talk about the course here as it is not relevant, neither for me, nor for the readers here. The place, itself is amazingly quiet. Located on a small hilltop, it is actually part of the campus of a local church. There are many activities in here from learning music to marriages to spiritual learning to religious prayers and even scientific workshops. The centre I am living in is called 'Atma-Darshan'. (A place to meet yourself)
Its a nice place as I mentioned anyway, the facilities are pretty awesome I must say, especially compared to what I had in mind. Extremely clean rooms, decent toilets and a big mess with square tables for 4. So yeah, coming back to where I was, we had a formal introduction: to the teachers and to one another. Here too (as it usually is :P), I got all the attention along with the girl, us being the two young participants. I got some applause for saying I had come here cos my dad had told me to.
I really find old people,...pardon me for the use of this word,.. extremely 'cute'. One old lady fondly introduced herself to us as "I am his wife" pointing to his husband sitting in the front row, she seemed completely happy to have that identity. And then with a cheerfulness resembling a kid's, said "I am happy to come here". Two are doctors, one professor, the girl I mentioned has done a Bachelors in Architecture.
The room is neatly arranged with two single beds at each side of the room. There is a big wide study table with two chairs, atop is a small wall hanging statue of Jesus Christ and a calender that says "I believe in you, Jesus" (The place belongs to christian missionaries). My roommate is a middle aged man (the age of my dad may be..). Had a few talks with him, but he genrally is pretty quiet and prefers to keep to himself. He offered me chikki yesterday which I didnt refuse.
Well today, the second day. Woke up at 5 30, a time not seen for a long time now as 6 o clock is tea time. After the initial session of imparting us with the introduction of what we are going to learn we had a break to have breakfast and have our bath, if not taken already. I had a quick bath and then had to engage myself with the exercise of carrying filled buckets from the place where the water heater was to different bathrooms which belonged to old ladies or those suffering with back ache (Beleive me, most of them did). I thought of the gym and why I had been irregular. Breakfast, lunch and dinner is a simple affair here with the food kept on the big table at the far end of the mess and everone serving themselves. I sit with my roommate and we eat silently, with an occassional conversation like "the place is good, the dahi is nice"... Most part of the day (7 hours to be precise) is spent in learning what I am supposedly here for.
The practice tonight got over at 6 30 and I ventured around looking for a cyber cafe, mainly to check my mails and share this. It is already 8 and I think I'll have to have dinner outside. With the early breakfast and lunch, I am pretty hungry. I am thinking dominos, garcia's or a kabab place nearby....will sign off now...keep visiting...
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