Day six: Conundra

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Andrea per­forms a won­der­ful bal­let as the Dancing Shiva.

Ananda: Why are you late?!

Meedo: I was at the recep­tion for two min­utes.

A: I don’t need to know why you’re late.

M: You’re right. I’m sor­ry.

A: You should be sor­ry. So why are you late?

M: Well I was try­ing to find a com­put­er for tonight’s slideshow.

A: You don’t need to explain. You’re late.

M: Right. It won’t hap­pen again.

A: I missed you.

M: OK thanks. I kind of missed you too.

So went the (typ­i­cal) con­ver­sa­tion with my boss at the bou­tique. Today my kar­ma yoga ses­sion end­ed with me tak­ing pho­tos of her again while this poor TTC guy tried to nego­ti­ate a price reduc­tion on a rot­ting copy of “The Yogi,” which Ananda refused to give him. So he bought the bad copy any­way and five min­utes after he left a fresh batch of copies arrived (did she know that will hap­pen? is one of the many moral conun­dra we strug­gle with at the bou­tique every day).

My Ayurvedic mas­sage was a hot, oily, slip­pery, pun­gent, eye-burn­ing, and very relax­ing affair, after which I was thank­ful­ly able to take a show­er at the hos­pi­tal. I then met with the doc­tor (he recon­firmed that I am indeed Kapha, with maybe 20% Pitta thrown in). He then showed me some of his mod­el­ing pho­tos and took some of me then asked me to take some of him admin­is­trat­ing leech treat­ment.

Leech treat­ment is just one rea­son why Ayurveda is not for the squea­mish.

Tsering said the TTC final exam was “a piece of cake” as she flashed me a big smile and ran off to her dor­mi­to­ry.

Today has been a “slight­ly off” day. Not in a bad way; the world is just a lit­tle off kil­ter. It start­ed last night actu­al­ly — maybe because I took a show­er in the evening (rather than the morn­ing, which has been my habit) to dress up fro the TTC grad­u­a­tion cer­e­mo­ny lat­er today. Anyway, I got to bed at 11 rather than 10, woke up at 5:30 rather than 4:20, found that my flip-flops had been nicked, and walked around in my sneak­ers all day. The “off­ness” con­tin­ued with my attend­ing the inter­me­di­ate rather than the begin­ner yoga class and not even real­iz­ing it until the instruc­tor asked me (with a very Indian head wob­ble) why I wasn’t doing the head­stand when every­one else in the room was (Tsering’s was so grace­ful!).

And now I’m at the Health Hut try­ing to fig­ure out how to sort through my pho­tos for today’s tal­ent show, after hav­ing gone on a wild goose chase (start­ing with Joy, the tech­ni­cian Alistair said I should meet and end­ing with Nataraj, the Ashram direc­tor) for a lap­top I could use.

TTC grad­u­a­tion cer­e­mo­ny — hmmm so appar­ent­ly these peo­ple are pay­ing $2,000 for this, accord­ing to Josh (graph­ic design­er from Sydney). The spir­i­tu­al­i­ty vs. com­mer­cial­ism conun­drum rears its ugly head again. I guess it’s real­ly what you make of it. The Swami in his com­mence­ment speech says “tonight is the end but tomor­row is the begin­ning of real life, or ‘maya’ as it is called, which is an illu­sion,” and some­one yells “This is an illu­sion!” mean­ing the ashram.

Corinne then points out that Lily may have left (I haven’t seen her all day). So, dis­il­lu­sion­ment, doubt, and anx­i­ety are in the air, inter­min­gled with excite­ment and joy — but that’s just the gen­er­al vibe. As far as I am (and I guess Corinne and Chrissy seem to be) con­cerned, nev­er take any­thing too seri­ous­ly or too light­ly. It is what it is. Let it wash over you and take from it what you want.

So the Swami is still giv­ing his speech “The final mantra is: Never give up.” And those I think are indeed words to live by. (I may have just acci­den­tal­ly killed a wasp and I feel guilty.)

Electrical pow­er goes out dur­ing one of the chants so every­one breaks into “Om Namo Narayanaya.”

Parting is such sweet sor­row,” the Swami quotes Shakespeare (who he says is actu­al­ly from South India) and he assures all the grad­u­ates that they will be sent eachother’s email address­es to keep in touch by mes­sages and Facebook (!).

Mack brings down the house with his alter­na­tive ode to Shiva/Jesus.

And so begins the tal­ent show (yeah no lap­top says Alistair, so I present pho­tos next week, which is great — more time to col­lect mate­r­i­al plus Josh has a MacBook Pro). Corinne leaves ear­ly as usu­al (“Om, out.” she says.) and I leave soon after that, but the show con­tin­ues — I over­hear an opera tenor at one point. Quick chat with Richard (wow huge spi­der! thanks for the pho­to op!) about Ayurvedic mas­sage and oil-drip-on-fore­head mas­sage (I want to try that), a chat with my dor­m­mate Matt (he shows me some very cool por­traits he took in avail­able light), and then bed.

Line of the day:

I just want my book­shelf, some chives, and pota­toes to sprin­kle them on.” — Chrissy.

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Samira March 22, 2010 at 9:23 pm

I like it and I like the picture!

What is the TTC?

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Samira March 22, 2010 at 11:23 pm

I like it and I like the picture!

What is the TTC?

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Meedo March 22, 2010 at 9:26 pm

Check the post again I added a link explaining it. :)

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Meedo March 22, 2010 at 11:26 pm

Check the post again I added a link explaining it. :)

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Samira March 22, 2010 at 9:37 pm

I will! Thanks! ;)

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Samira March 22, 2010 at 11:37 pm

I will! Thanks! ;)

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Mamiko March 23, 2010 at 1:45 pm

How you can figure out what did you do? Even you took any kinds of great pic, it is nothing meaning. I really hope you do expiate what you did as human.

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Meedo March 23, 2010 at 2:02 pm

Hi Mamiko. Thanks for your message. Everything I do (everything we all do) could be meaningful or meaningless. I hope that my experiences (the good ones and the mistakes) teach me something and that I am a better person for them. That's how they could be meaningful. Hope you're well. x

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Mamiko March 23, 2010 at 3:45 pm

How you can figure out what did you do? Even you took any kinds of great pic, it is nothing meaning. I really hope you do expiate what you did as human.

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Meedo March 23, 2010 at 4:02 pm

Hi Mamiko. Thanks for your message. Everything I do (everything we all do) could be meaningful or meaningless. I hope that my experiences (the good ones and the mistakes) teach me something and that I am a better person for them. That's how they could be meaningful. Hope you're well. x

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