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My belief has wandered from Asharam Bapu to osho, retreating many places like Gaytri parivar and ISKCON. I feel fortunate to have experience of all and when someone is catering just in 500 rs why should I not increase the quantity of my experience. So as soon as I was asked about the UTSAVA event in art of living, I accepted. The first thing which I feel good was the balanced participation of boys and girls. At least it was not barren like ISKCON where number of males over females still manifests the negligence of one of the essential part of society. I do not know whether it is negligence of females or result of their philosophical and non-practical attitude. But whatever is the reason, spiritualism is beyond the physical appearances and if it is not, then there must be same male chauvinist attitude which were in the ancient tradition, devised by man. I was welcome with a tilak on my head and entered one of the 4 zone classified for equal distribution of crowd. One young person, clad in white kurta payjama appeared with a mike and addressed with his sweet, soft voice. Then we are told to do surya namakar. He assured that if you do 40 namaskar then no one can touch you (but still I am puzzled). People approved through thundering claps. Somehow I managed myself to belief without asking any proof and with great enthusiasm I participated. I did pranayam and then the sudarshan kriya. Really I felt a vibration throughout my body. It was fascinating for me to feel the unusual vibration in a rhythmic sense. I was feeling a union of my tongue, hands, and legs as they had become the part of energy surrounding my body. I do not know whether it was some extraordinary happening (as they claimed) or an ordinary (nonsignificant) (as critics claimed) sensation but whatever it was, I was relaxed. Thoughts were settled and focus was cleared. I bought one T-shirt advertising the global spiritualism in the front and ‘smile’ on the back. I liked it and prefer it to continue. But their philosophy about mind control and clinging to someone still contradicts my own and gives me a chance to get a new experience.


rajiv said…
Great writing. I can feel how an engineer is turning aphilospher and Chora ganga kinare wala.
Yayaver said…
I really like your blog for clarity of philosophical views in the life.Excellent series of post in the blog by quality..

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