The end of an age..

There are so many instances in life wherein we just refuse to believe that we have passed over a particular phase and move on. It happens in so many ways. A period of schoolhood, the wonderful teens, and the subsequent refusal to accept maturity, a failed marriage/love, a bad phase at the job.

Most of us resort to thinking of the good old days when the Sun rose in the West..if it ever did. I was plunged to one such phase the last few days. I was back in the town I was born. Though I did not go back to my childhood, I was transported to a very eventful period in my life. The Vivekananda Kendra.

It was the times I had completed my twelve standard. I had a lot of time on my hands. The court stay on managment quota was on. So there was an ugly battle of the rich and the merited for 5 months before even the single window opened. 6 months literally given away.

Namba ozhunga padikara pullaiya eruntha oru semester courses a antha 6 masathula mudichu college first eduthuerukalam. Ana athan illiye!!! I was whiling away the first few months(2) when my now would be manni (Uthra :Thanks) took me to the kendra to try and spend my time usefully aka learn Yoga. It was a week's course in personality development the Veda way.

I really enjoyed being there. We learnt a bit of sanskrit, yoga, meditation and pranayama :everything an Idiot's introduction. It prompted me to stay on month after month taking one course or the other in the yoga. I became a yoga co-ordinator and went on to take classes for Surya Namaskar for school students. A brief sojourn at the Jaigopal Garodia schools later, I was convinced of the effectiveness of yoga and the power of positive thinking.

Apart from effecting my outward health, there was a deeper and subtle change in my thinking and my bearing. Though I was sure that social work would be a part and not my complete life, I did start taking an interest in the horizons far beyond the reach of my eyes. The kendra's work in Assam, the North-East and Kanyakumari instilled a deep sense of courage and pride in being Indian and Hindu.

I learnt the Aditya Hrudayam under a worthy Guru, Satishji. I got an able and awesome yoga guide Bala anna. A worthy friend in Krishna. Of course a guy I admired and marvelled at:Sudarshanji, the yoga instructor.His ideals were extremely lofty. He is now a karya karta for the VK.After resigning from HCL, he is now travelling the breadths and lengths of India rendering valuable help against harvesting :of souls.

Of course arent all good things supposed to end?

Mine did too.