January Encounters

Coming out of the grocery shop, I ran into Sim. We greeted each other politely and parted ways. For more than two decades, she had been the central figure in my life, then one day she flipped a switch and became someone I never knew. So, I saw her and the only thought that came to my mind was that we were just two strangers with memories. I could be sad but I choose to thank her instead because deep down I know I would never be the person that I am today, had she not come into my life.

Holidays and Holy Days

My first post of the year.

The holiday season will be over when Divya and Hishana will go back to Australia. Soon, that is. Too soon :(
What can I say? It has been a beautiful holiday season which will now make way to holy days. I have started purification by doing my Vajrasattva mantras and reciting the auspiciousness prayer six times a day.
Today is a day of reflection, spent in bed with books, lots of books spread everywhere in the room. It's such a nice feeling to laze around and to read bits and pieces of everything that comes at hand. Two things I have retained:
i) Personal enlightenment cannot be attained without the enlightenment of others
ii) One can be fulfilled only by doing something valuable

On a lighter note, from "Comment Vivre à l'Ile Maurice en 25 leçons":

Mais connaissez-vous l'histoire de Diabaldias, le masseur itinérant de Quatre-Bornes? Il massait dans les endroits les plus variés. A son domicile, au vôtre, dans la rue, dans l'autobus, en taxi, en palanquin, en charrette, en dilettante, dans les magasins, sur les manguiers de la cour, partout où la fantaisie prenait à sa victime de se percher.

Mais si vous vouliez lui faire réellement plaisir, il fallait l'emmener au cinéma. On payait sa place et il se mettait dans une rangée juste derrière le client. Et, tout en regardant le film, il lui massait l'occiput en musique, appliquant, suivant la relaxation obtenue, un des trois tarifs qu'il professait et qu'il avait classés par grade d'intensité: joui, jouissance, et joui serré, ce dernier degré procurant une volupté encéphalique où la réalité dépassait la friction.