Experiences

Rohit was a fastidious young man. No, his need for order was not a result of any childhood trauma. He was just the latest in a long line of very neat, orderly people. His great grandfather was a very successful accountant during the British Raj, perfectly balancing balance sheets. He went against the Vastu diktats and built an ancestral home where every room was perfectly square and of perfectly same dimensions. His grandfather was a lawyer who grew to the ranks of the district high court judge. He was very unpopular for his fastidious judgments, but he maintained perfect justice and balance in his court. People used to correct their watches by the time he left for work in the morning, took his lunch break or went for his after-dinner constitutional walk. He was unfortunately attacked by some disgruntled party while on the above mentioned constitutional one night. He never came back home. His father recently retired as a chief engineer from an automobile giant. His depa...

I wandered as lonely as a cloud… The other day. Yesterday. Many moons ago. Everyday. Weightless, fluffy—yet, anchored down by gravity. In my meditation, I use a brilliant visualization technique for grounding—I imagine myself tethered to the earth with light cords. I always end up visualizing myself as floating in space on my chair, bobbing like another Little Prince, linked to a small earth. I wonder whether I see the earth below my feet as small. Barely enough to stand on. Do all of us come with some earth apportioned to us? A little piece of land to put roots into? Or are our connections as imperceptible as light cords? I wander a lot. Aimless and restless, over hills, valleys, forests and city-scapes. Or purposeful and sure footed—getting somewhere, doing something—carrying life, rainbows and messages for banished Yakshas. I meet other clouds and I slide by them, rubbing shoulders sometimes, rumbling and thundering, or quietly, forming hares and dog...