Torpedo
Mayapura, West Bengal
The sky had not blessed the land of Bengal for weeks with moisture. Now finally overnight a serious rain had come to Benedict. It cleansed the air and reduced the heat substantially. It was a nice change.
In the Bhagavad-Gita weather and in, particular, the wind is compared to the mind. I dealt with several human minds today which changed like the wind adding to the color of the days affairs. In my efforts to please the festival stage coordinator, dear friend Pragosh from Ireland, I started work on a second drama for the hundreds of pilgrims coming to partake in transcendental drama. It meant wrestling with actors’ minds, a pleasant challenge.
I was committed to the prescribed duty of putting on a decent show but it meant forsaking another prescribed duty- attending the last day of the gathering of great souls in an annual AGM for our society. When one volunteer decided not to participate at the last moment and another one is asked by myself to drop from the cast (not type-cast) and a third one leaves us hanging on the edge of not being sure abut being the right talent, it makes for an interesting day.
I knew intuitively that all things would work their way out in the end. Convictions must always be strong and then mental mountain ranges can be crossed with relative ease.
Such inspiration comes from watching or studying the life of "guru". Determination must be like a torpedo always.
5 KM
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