Hare Krishna

Continuing on the same theme of observing people in public means of transport, I experienced something unique today in the metro after work. I was sitting in the crowded train, counting how many stations I had before I reached my destination when suddenly at a station, 4 white men walked into the metro singing 'hare krishna, krishna krishna, krishna krishna, hare hare'. One was wearing a dhoti, another had a teeka on his forehead. One of them announced that they were propogating a concept called 'metro yoga' and that their service in the metro was free of cost. They even had a glossy black card advertising www.metroyoga.com, distributed free of cost (I'm not kidding, check out the website and you will see the guys I am talking about).

It may have been the concept, the ridiculously out-of-place attires or the mysterious enthusiasm, but everyone around had a wide smile on their faces. And then I thought of something beyond all this. These 4 men didn't want anything material in return for what they were doing. They were not ashamed or afraid of having convictions that differed drastically from the people present around them. They just wanted to give and share. Just like that. Without an ulterior motive. How many of us ever do that? I suddenly envied them and the peace that showed on their serene faces. Wouldn't life be a more passionate story if we could only concentrate on giving?

Eternal love

What I love to do while using public means of transport, is to observe my co-passengers. On my way back home in the bus the other day a father-son team caught my attention. They were facing each other. The boy, not more than 6 or 7 years old was looking out of the window, his eyes betraying fatigue. His dad was looking at him, his eyes full of affection and love. Then the little boy said something to his father who came forward with a big smile on his face and hugged his son and kissed him on the forehead. I couldn't help but smile looking at them. While most of us were getting impatient to reach our destination and do something more important than sitting in a bus, the dad was savouring the precious moments with his son who would probably go back to his mom's in the evening.While I was evacuating my loneliness by watching their love for each other, the dad was probably dreading his lonely evening that would follow. While I was looking for eternal love, the dad was expressing his in counted moments that would end with the bus trip.