Sunday evenings..

Sunday evenings are times for pondering what happened last week and what’s coming next. This past week was the week when I mentally decided I don’t need to practice Yoga everyday. The gaps in practice during the recent two weeks gave me an opportunity to reflect on whether such lack of daily practice was having an impact on me – i.e., a physical impact. After almost 2 weeks of travelling for both work and personal reasons, I got back to the mat and was surprised how much of flexibility I still retained. Yes, the hamstrings needed to be worked on slowly and a bit at a time, but by the end of 20 minutes I still felt good.

Then I thought back of the past two weeks and how happy I was. It was very easy to see why this was so – I hadn’t felt angry! Anger is one reason which had kept me from going forward many times in the past. When you can’t do much about something, it is natural to get angry I guess. Anger in this context need not be being so mad as to start getting destructive; as I found out even a little anger can be destructive on the Self. I would get angry at someone tailgating me or me being treated unfairly. Like last night, we had to pick up our son at 12:30 AM after his team’s get together at a diner. He had been working most of his summer on this tech project being part of the tech team for this Willy Wonka play. It was a daily routine for one of us to pick him up after 11 PM after the practice every day of the week. Yesterday, we decided to go to the play. It was 10:15 when it ended. We still had over 2 hours to pick him up. Home was 20 minutes one-way so it made sense to finish our late dinner. The Collegeville Olive Garden was open till 11 PM. We got there at 10:30 PM. This was after a truck was bearing down on our car for more than 10 minutes on the dark route 29. When you drive on Skippack pike late at night, it is not uncommon to have someone bear down on you. Most the road from Valley Forge Rd till Rt. 29 is either 35 or 25 mph zone – part of the route going through the quaint village of Skippack. Once you get past that, you enter the 45-55 mph zone where drivers get a bit restless if you are driving within limits.

The person at the desk didn’t want to entertain any new guests at that hour I guess. He said there was a 20 minute wait time though there was not a soul waiting! I said that is fine as that was exactly what I wanted – we had to kill time anyway. Knowing we would wait, he suddenly changed his mind and said we do have a table for you. The service was more than lacking. A definite reason to get angry. But surprisingly I didn’t get offended with the experience, but tail-gaters do get onto my nerves. So there was the difference from the past two weeks – one incidence of anger and I felt unlike my happy-self.

What I realized is that I need to practice more happiness than hatha-yoga. This may sound easy to many and not-so-easy to others. What you need to figure out is what is keeping you from being happy. I definitely realized one of my reasons. It makes a VAST difference when I don’t get angry.

By the way, in my native mother tongue, as I feel the day fading into the evening skies, I remember this song that has always stayed with me. The video won’t make sense much to all, but if you know Kannada, it was a gem of a song – a poignant reflection of the past and immediate future. The first few lines goes like this:

The Evening pink dawns
Dusk spreads its veil
Today joins tomorrow
It is night time, time to sleep….


I will post the full translation sometime in the future.


  1. Good luck with your pursuit. Remember, you can’t change the past, you can only influence the future – can’t control it. All you have is the present. You can enjoy it most when you are free of any negativity.

  2. Thanks, I really needed this post at 3:57am…don’t ask why I’m awake, but, as I decide to move forward in my desires with passionate fortitude, I recognize the roadblocks that normally would not only make me angry, but, make me stop dead in my tracks and stop pursuing goals.

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