Holy Smoke!

May 2014,
I thought I'd revive my blog with a cheerful, upbeat piece - the kind of post that is invigorating and uplifting. Empowering is a word I would have considered had it not become a joke in the recent elections held in the largest Democracy in the World'.  
I wanted it be the kind of post that would revive me as also the blog.
But no, life has decided that I have collected too much baggage -
too much and too many of the physical and mental chains that I've always wanted to keep myself free of.
What was I thinking?
What was I not thinking?
The result is the following rant which in its subject has nothing to do with all the baggage, but expresses the frustration and indignant belligerence that makes everyone suggest yoga.
Whatever.
This is not a positive post. 
But hopefully the phoenix will rise from the ashes.

So, now to begin -

I can not understand these 'guru' types.
- Live in the moment -
- "I am happy because I don't mind what happens" -
- Align the mind and the body - 
- Joy is within you. It is for you to have -
- 'Desire' is a bad word -
- Experience deeply -
Etc .. etc ... and many etcs ...

Live in the moment?
I am a farmer, with borrowed money, no rains in the horizon, with none of the widely announced subsidies. My children go to school because the free meal is the only meal they have through the day. My moment is not a moment I want to live in. The only option I have I will try to keep away till the very end because I am supposed to be the provider, the protector.

"I am happy because I don't mind what happens."
Good for you sitting in your freshly laundered clothes, in the pink of health, with doctors treating a little sneeze like devastating tuberculosis.
You have no idea that one can even worry about such mundanities like struggle or poverty. How can you? You are happy. You have found happiness and contentment with the world and its wife prostrating before you, competing, hurting each other to touch your feet, or for just one glance from you? Why should you climb down from that elevated high-ground?

How often have you seen, a human scavenger?
How often have you carried back-breaking pots of putrid human refuse?

How often have you held a child dying in your arms because you can not afford the simplest possible, the cheapest drug, and the govt. hospital is miles away and that anyway is where your unborn child died because you had a complicated delivery. Not only did they not have a bed, they could not even offer some shade, or even a place where you could breath some air that was not stenching from rotting flesh. So much more could be said ... but no, it will hurt your sensibilities.

So please live in the moment with an aligned mind and body, with the joy that you have found within you and no desire because you have no need that has not been fulfilled.
And do experience deeply the luxury that your groveling disciples try to do a 'pahle me' to provide.

Live your life the way you believe your 'karma' has bought you, but until you can at least try and understand the 'karma' of the little people - do them a favour, save your 'vaani's for those who have the leisure to appreciate them.

Yes I am offended.

'have been since I saw a photograph of one of the many His Holyness-es with His Holy Face and His Holy locks of hair, and His holier than thou posturing.

Footnote: one size does not fit all.
There now, everyone gets an way out