small satori at work

Organic recycled by nature, Spirit by time. Life goes and comes in between.

"We will finish your work today, please wait and take it", says the officer. 5 hours later. I am still waiting. Watching the play of various egos, his against mine, other colleagues against his, as patience yo-yos from wanting to walk out in indignation and knowing that nothing will happen if I do that till I come back next time. Nice learning this being in a government office. Mediocrity is the prevailing culture, egos play around the sustenance of this culture. no one wants anyone to excel and everyone looks at all others with suspicion. I sit in a corner and write my stories, send mails and read news as the system tries its best to tire me out. Tiring the opponent is a war tactic, the one who lasts wins, with the system it can last forever while the individual can only last as much as his patience lasts, here i am with some money in my pocket, capacity to see through their words and acts of insincerity,command a certain authority as well because of my previous e

yet another regular meeting, everyone sitting in chairs, waiting, notes turn, pens ready, anxious some, dull others, million reasons from everywhere to crowd the individual in a meeting and thereby the collective time and energy someone starts a meeting with a breathing exercise. everyone watches their breath, slowly and mindfully. then the meeting energy changes more breathing, smiles, small involuntary limb movements, ease of posture, no more pens eagerly poised,no more note pads ready to doodle in, just the moment captured in silence... 'felt good' says one, 'wow!' says another. moment in time to cherish. yet collectives have these far and few between. breathing together ought to be a daily event and compulsory beginner of every meeting. 

Another noisy neighbourhood temple festival. Indicates the convergence of enough followers of yet another village God, all of whom couldn't afford to go back to their village for regular festival. Individual economic necessity and collective insensitivity ensures mindless excessive noisy ugly festival. Fireworks indicate the arrival of the corrupt local politician that exploits the inability of someone to go home with easy money. The priest chants whenever the recorded music stops, must be well paid. The neighbourhood men await eagerly the end of the day cinema music singing troupe concert when wild drunken revelry is accepted as part of divine experience and hired impoverished traditional dancers are humiliated in their poverty to dance in the roads as part of the night long procession. God within awaits this new tamasha to subside so as to resurface.