Saturday, November 28, 2015

Different shades of gratitude





Me, My Guru

Different shades of gratitude

No, today was no class-day. But, it was meet and as always this meet was also special.  We met at ‘Her’ place and shared our experiences, talked/shared our understanding of any pre-destined subject, asked doubts, had them clarified, did some seva and sadhan and left the place late in the evening. Though we were supposed to leave by 6 pm, most of us stayed back till late night either one way or the other. No two days were repetitive, nor were they mundane and boring. They were always some learning or unlearning that happened at ‘her’ place.  I knew all this for sure as I had experienced, seen and realized it all these years. Yet, I always found some excuse to be late to these meets. Since, no one questioned, it became more convenient for me to come late. I knew right from start of meet we gained tremendous knowledge and know-how and yet…… why I cam late, well even I didn’t know after all these years or should I confess that I didn’t bother to find the reason. Yes, I never sat and questioned this nature of mine. Infact, I flaunted it as my ‘USP’ in front of others. Maybe I knew deep down that if I knew where the problem was, I would also know how to fix it. Fixing it meant being on time. Being disciplined! I didn’t want to do that. Yes, I wanted to come late and give excuses and state how I felt guilty of being late!

 

“Inspite of coming late you attend all the sessions whole heartedly, that’s all matters”.

“Don’t feel that you are coming late. Feel good that you fulfilling the other responsibilities of yours. You are keeping those priorities over and above your likes. You are so great!”

I knew none of them to be true, yet savoured every word of them. They gave me a high which I couldn’t describe.

I knew all this and yet, did nothing to change the way I was!

I was still lost in these thoughts when I found myself entering ‘her’ place. I saw others already gathered there and found them listening to Pinky.

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