Mumbai, India
A Monk Is a Preceptor
I’m being engaged—unfortunately, not so
much by way of walking. A helpful
massage came to me at the end of the day, and stretches were executed that aided in
circulation of the blood. Activation was
increased in body parts that are usually asleep.
The last three mornings, I cut out of the Bhagavatam listening in order to go for
hour-long interview sessions. For future
broadcast on Desire Tree, I was questioned
on topics to do with anything from “How did you become a monk?” to “What is the
status of women, and same-sex oriented
people?”
The interviewers, Jagannath and Dudhamrit,
milked me for all I had, but I enjoyed it.
Disseminating the Vedic perspective is a privilege for me as much as it
is a mandate for the renounced order. A
monk is a teacher with words, and at the very least, with behaviour. Some of our comrades are quiet by
nature. Introvert versus extrovert does
exist, yet everyone in the saffron attire is expected to be some kind of
preceptor.
When I’m back home, in Canada, I have a
regular dental check-up. My dentist
doesn’t charge for the services. I thank
him for helping me and his remark is usually, “You are doing something for
humanity, so let me reciprocate.”
I then reflect. “Oh yeah, I’m in a role
that attempts to inspire others. I’m not
set out to reinforce the materialistic way of life. I may not do such a good job at it. When I sit or mingle with my god-brothers, I
consider ‘Who am I compared to them?’”
May the Source be with you!
4 km
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