Everything has got EV (entertainment value) now. Even meditation.
Last night I went for a talk on this very subject matter. Though I was ready for some hands-on stuff, I wasn’t quite expecting the rest.
As we waited for the main event to start, soothing music enveloped us and words of encouragement promising us inner peace appeared on stage. Very effective.
Then there was a short sketch at the start that sort of explained the “our senses have been taken over by materialism” story. Quite well put though I did feel I was back in school. All followed by a short intro, then the main talk.
Did I learn anything? Without a doubt, I did.
Anger, lust, envy, attachment, ego. Our enemies that plunge us into darkness. Yet, there are ways to find inner peace.
Since I am a little familiar about meditation, that’s not what left a huge impression on me. It was the fact that for today’s audience, no matter what the subject matter is, you have to jazz up everything.
When I do training, I try to remember that. This means that for most participants, I have to dig deep for interesting facts (not unlike Discovery Channel), or get them involved in some interesting activity or other.
Ignore this, and you can expect a feedback form that will have you banging your head against the wall.
What I hadn’t realised, and made me feel like the proverbial katak under the tempurung (frog under coconut shell), is that entertaining the crowd has become a staple in every single area, even, or should I say specially the more serious ones. Silly me had assumed that meditation would have been one area that would have been exempted.
But then why should it be?
A couple of years ago, when I used to hit the gym, the fast paced power packed yoga sessions there always left me agog. Having already taken up yoga under a trained in India instructor, I knew that generally hatha yoga poses were meant to be done slowly.
You do them at your own pace, stretching as far as you could. Some poses (like the peacock pose) were not recommended for women. The muscle man at the gym didn’t seem to know this cos he was always hurrying through a gazillion poses in 45 minutes. Gym yoga was a like child given way too much sugar.
So, instead of coming away totally impressed with ideas and thots on meditation last night, I came away thinking how everyone caters to their audiences’ whims and fancies. When you look at the big picture, the danger of this is ….
Well, aren’t there lessons that you have to force upon a teenager no matter how distasteful it is? And if you are going to say we should never “force” anyone to do anything, please take a look at the funny work attitudes that today’s fresh graduates proudly display. It’s all linked.
We now live in a consumer world, where our customers are always right, no matter what it concerns, cos it all affects our goals (bottom line).
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Treacherous thots on a holy day
The swarm of angry thots swirled through my head. “The audacity of these people! They’ve absolutely no respect for God!” Let me tell you that this was not the way I had planned to spend Vinayagar Chathurthi (Lord Ganesha’s birthday).
I had had visions of spending this holy day with calm contemplation of God. Plus, this year, I had decided I didn’t want to get involved in passing nasty comments about others or in listening to others do so. Were all my good intentions to be washed down the drain just like that?
That’s when out of the corner of my eye, I spotted the object of my ire (the people who had delayed the prayer session). And all my red hot anger took flight. In its place came understanding with a mixture of wonder and gratitude.
The incident had taken place on a windy evening at my regular temple. Let me tell you the whole story.
According to the notice stuck on the board, this particular temple function was supposed to have started at 5.00 pm. At half past five, there was still no sign of starting as the ubayam people (i.e. the people sponsoring that particular prayer session) had yet to arrive.
Since I was in a holy place I tried to curtail nasty thoughts about these insensitive undisciplined people. There had been other tardy individuals in the past, but none had dared to be as late as this! After an hour of pacing the temple grounds, trying to stomp out boredom, I spotted them.
No matter what their reason for being late was, everyone forgave them (and felt a tad bit guilty) when we lay eyes on them.
Into the temple walked in a couple who was truly in the twilight of their years. With hair like soft white cotton, white shirt and equally white dhoti wrapped around his slim frame, the fair man walked in slowly, holding his head up high. She followed, in a sari as blue as the oceans, hugging the wall, taking one delicate step at a time. Painfully slow, with no cane or loved one to hang on to. Despite all of that, her eyes twinkled and her round face exuded an eagerness to perform her religious duties as best as she could.
How could anyone remain angry with them?
As one lady later remarked, many elderly people stop visiting temples. Disappointed with their old bodies that ached constantly, sometimes coupled with anger at God for their frailty, some grasp at the slightest excuse not to visit God in his abode.
All of which just made this old couple all the more admirable.
What had looked like a religious event ruined, was revived on an upbeat mood. Two rounds of prayers had been delayed, but not a soul minded.
Admittedly, I had been quick to judge without knowing anything about this couple. Time and time again, I forget that there is a reason for everything that happens. It is a pity that my mind does not have that Zen like quality where it can remain calm and undisturbed, irrespective of the calamity it finds itself in.
Ever noticed how the mind get easily disturbed, churning relentlessly away, creating dangers where there were none? If there was no malicious intent behind a harmless comment, we sometimes delve too deep looking for one. Our minds can play ghastly tricks on us when we let it rule us .
What more when living in a logic driven world, we are trained to explain/reason every action. Even when we don’t have all the facts on hand.
I figure that in these scenarios, creative minds must have it real bad. These agile minds can all too easily cook up outlandish reasons, indulge in assumptions and presume a million things without basing it on a single concrete fact.
Well, let me just end by saying that I was grateful for being able to take part in the prayers conducted by the old couple. It was a privilege that came gift wrapped with a lesson on controlling minds from Lord Ganesha.
I had had visions of spending this holy day with calm contemplation of God. Plus, this year, I had decided I didn’t want to get involved in passing nasty comments about others or in listening to others do so. Were all my good intentions to be washed down the drain just like that?
That’s when out of the corner of my eye, I spotted the object of my ire (the people who had delayed the prayer session). And all my red hot anger took flight. In its place came understanding with a mixture of wonder and gratitude.
The incident had taken place on a windy evening at my regular temple. Let me tell you the whole story.
According to the notice stuck on the board, this particular temple function was supposed to have started at 5.00 pm. At half past five, there was still no sign of starting as the ubayam people (i.e. the people sponsoring that particular prayer session) had yet to arrive.
Since I was in a holy place I tried to curtail nasty thoughts about these insensitive undisciplined people. There had been other tardy individuals in the past, but none had dared to be as late as this! After an hour of pacing the temple grounds, trying to stomp out boredom, I spotted them.
No matter what their reason for being late was, everyone forgave them (and felt a tad bit guilty) when we lay eyes on them.
Into the temple walked in a couple who was truly in the twilight of their years. With hair like soft white cotton, white shirt and equally white dhoti wrapped around his slim frame, the fair man walked in slowly, holding his head up high. She followed, in a sari as blue as the oceans, hugging the wall, taking one delicate step at a time. Painfully slow, with no cane or loved one to hang on to. Despite all of that, her eyes twinkled and her round face exuded an eagerness to perform her religious duties as best as she could.
How could anyone remain angry with them?
As one lady later remarked, many elderly people stop visiting temples. Disappointed with their old bodies that ached constantly, sometimes coupled with anger at God for their frailty, some grasp at the slightest excuse not to visit God in his abode.
All of which just made this old couple all the more admirable.
What had looked like a religious event ruined, was revived on an upbeat mood. Two rounds of prayers had been delayed, but not a soul minded.
Admittedly, I had been quick to judge without knowing anything about this couple. Time and time again, I forget that there is a reason for everything that happens. It is a pity that my mind does not have that Zen like quality where it can remain calm and undisturbed, irrespective of the calamity it finds itself in.
Ever noticed how the mind get easily disturbed, churning relentlessly away, creating dangers where there were none? If there was no malicious intent behind a harmless comment, we sometimes delve too deep looking for one. Our minds can play ghastly tricks on us when we let it rule us .
What more when living in a logic driven world, we are trained to explain/reason every action. Even when we don’t have all the facts on hand.
I figure that in these scenarios, creative minds must have it real bad. These agile minds can all too easily cook up outlandish reasons, indulge in assumptions and presume a million things without basing it on a single concrete fact.
Well, let me just end by saying that I was grateful for being able to take part in the prayers conducted by the old couple. It was a privilege that came gift wrapped with a lesson on controlling minds from Lord Ganesha.
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