This is the worst of times.
The sky looks blue one day and grey on another.
Poojo is here and markets are thronging.
The city is sieged by protests and marches.
I go yo-yo.
On one hand there is the Mainak poojo, and this time I am helming it by default. With no state grant, our budget is tight despite donations.
And as we begin the festivities, I go back to the parents who lost their young daughter.
Like a poster said, Poojo hobe, utsab noi.
A long overdue blog about the path that I was seeking , or did the path seek me out ? Over the years the sheen of belief was wearing off and I was beginning to question the master about the magic - about faith becoming commercial, about what Bhaskar stated, "This is all about money". Packing my bags off and going solo isn't very uncommon in my life, but this time I was not on work per se. Checking-in into the Ashram, was on my bucket-list for ever-since, and it was an amazing experience. Despite the crowd, the ambiance just reverberated with a mix of reverence, energy , faith, hope, prayer - and questions too ! Like I mentioned before meditation was not about spiritual pyrotechnics, but a metaphor connected to life. Like the corner I chose had a vantage view of the stage and despite a stench that started emanating from the corner, I just could not leave that place, for the view that corner offered got me stuck there. Life is like that, we are often stuck in the rut , ...
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