Ever since school started things have been a bit crazy (good kind of crazy actually) here. I started by teaching computer science but now I also teach Maths to young kids. Not a big deal because high school maths isn’t difficult for me, but then I almost have a whole day of teaching to do and then planning for the next day teaching etc. Apart from that, we had school inspection this week which made it crazier. Today is the first day after the school reopening where I am sitting on my couch doing nothing and just thinking if and when should I be having my breakfast and it is already 10 am 😉
Last weekend we had been to a 2-day spiritual retreat conducted by Skandavale folks in Gilwell Park. It was nice. The place was lovely. Amidst the Epping forest, with Scouts roaming around, we had our own cocoon of spiritual talks and singing (not that I did, but I got to listen) and food (amazing!) and lots of volunteering.
I haven’t had time to check news or blogs or new music for that matter. I sincerely hope the season of hurricanes and earthquakes are over now. There has been enough destruction already and as if people don’t do enough of those by themselves. We are already in the Autumn season as of yesterday night when the Autumn solstice started. There is definitely a change in the weather. That extra bit of chill and the moment you step out and blow out air, you can see the smoke effect (which is something I am rather fond of doing 😉 ) I will try and get through the posts this weekend. Stay safe, keep yourself warm and cosy and keep smiling.
Yesterday we had been to the Rath Yatra organised by ISKCON in London. It started from Hyde Park and ended at Trafalgar Square. We were there until the raths crossed Picadilly. That itself took around 2 hours. It was my first time and the energy and the unity were astounding. I loved how everyone irrespective of caste, creed, nationality, colour, and race joined in what they believed and brought joy not only to themselves but also to the people who were watching them too.
At the same time, India-Pakistan match was going on. We heard a few of them talking about it on the way. By the time we were heading back home, we knew that it was a lost cause for India. We already have enough reasons to disrupt the peace and harmony of any place. We don’t need sports as a reason. The best team won. Sports is all about sportsmanship. No point showing your hurt by raging against the team who won. Whoever it might be. That’s so shameful. I was reminded of Hermione’s quotes when I read that news article.
“That’s the trouble with Quidditch,” said Hermione absentmindedly, once again bent over her Rune translation, “it creates all this bad feeling and tension between the Houses.”
She looked up to find her copy of Spellman’s Syllabary and caught Fred, George, and Harry looking at her with expressions of mingled disgust and incredulity on their faces.
“Well, it does!” she said impatiently. “It’s only a game isn’t it?”
“Hermione,” said Harry, shaking his head, “you’re good on feelings and stuff, but you just don’t understand about Quidditch.”
“Maybe not,” she said darkly, returning to her translation again, “but at least my happiness doesn’t depend on Ron’s goalkeeping ability.”
It is just a sport after all. 🙄
In South Indian villages, there is this concept of Guardian Spirits or Guardian Gods who are located at the entrance of every village. It is believed that these spirits/gods guard the village from evil, more like providing spiritual security to the villagers. This one was taken in a small village on the way to Rameshwaram.