There are
days that the impairment of short-term memory causes a fair bit of strain.
"Yamini-amma,
you'll take the position of discourser on Wednesday." Very good sir. Thank you very much for the advance warning
sir. All I have to do now is work out
which day this is and plan it out from
there. Sunday. Excellent.
It's also Maha Shivratri. Very
auspicious - sure to mean good things.
Ashram
life is a 24/7, 365/12, 52 out of 52 sort of concept. Weekend?
Never heard of it. Holiday? Oh you mean Holy Day - another opportunity
for activity. Physical activity mind
you, not book work this time. For a
crowd of folks who are majority book workers, this can be a bit of a jolt to
the system. Thus, the 24 hour festival
that is Shivaratri having got over, it was decreed that the following day
would, in fact, be a 'holiday' - classes cancelled due to inability to sit
upright.
Went to
bed at 6am. Slept and woke naturally 3.5
hours later. Hhmmmmmxxxxxoo. Sigh.
There's a
euphoric sort of day-after-the-night-before effect and one lingers on the bed
having flung open the curtains to find a glorious early summer day (India has
six seasons). The mind slips out of
one's control and recalls hazy lazy days of youth with long Sunday
lie-ins. The one time in the week when
one could truly 'switch off' and let all worries slough away.
Naturally,
the next day is Monday and the day after that is Tuesday. Easy.
"Yamini-amma,
are you ready?"
………….huh?
Look,
don't go on at me about calendars, diaries, sticky notes on backs of doors and
under the kettle. (Don't ask.)
I lost
track okay?! It FELT like Sunday and
days have to follow in succession.
Them's the rules.
"Yes
sir" she glibly says and glides in her limpy waddly way up to the
stage. Alright,
Lord, it's your turn - which verse?
For all
apparent mental deficiency I am pretty cool under this type of pressure. The sanskrit of this topic was of the easier
variety so by sticking to that was able to hold my 5+1 minutes comparatively
well. Even raised a laugh here and
there. Come to think of it there was
rather a lot of sniggering. Even
Acharya-ji was smirking.
As I
returned to my seat through muted applause, the customary rechanting of the
verse took place.
Only it
wasn't MY verse.
We are
family here. All sixty plus of us. There is no such thing as embarrassment. They all know my challenge. So when I stopped short and spun round
gawping at Acharya-ji, the place erupted.
I thought our revered leader might tumble from his chair. I nearly
coughed up a lung. Some of the little
brothers were literally rolling in the aisles.
Laughter
is a good medicine. We are in an intense
period of study now. We are going to
need a lot more moments like this.
I'll try
and leave it to others to provide them.
Absolutely love it. Just reading it I am on the floor myself, giggling, pity Kraemer isn't here. he would have understood mum. And good old Jade dog with that look of hers. Those were the days.
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