Rajesh Who Almost Gave Up

Rajesh decided to become enlightened. He’d read that meditation was “just sitting,” so he sat. 

For three hours. His legs went numb. His mind did not. It hosted a festival:

👉 grocery lists, 

👉 office politics, and 

👉 Beautiful Saree of a neighbour 

👉 a very vivid reenactment of an argument with his neighbour about the garden hose.

“Maybe I need a mantra,” he thought. 

He chose “potato chant.” Within minutes, his brain was mashing potatoes, frying potatoes, and questioning whether a potato is technically a root vegetable, all while acutely aware that his left foot had ceased to exist.

He switched to visualising a lotus. His lotus looked like a cabbage that had been through a divorce and Rape

Defeated, he slumped against the wall. “I’m doing nothing,” he muttered. “And I’m terrible at this, I can't do it.”

Just then, his six-year-old niece toddled in, sat beside him, and stared at the wall for a full minute. Then she whispered,

 “Uncle, are we watching the paint dry? I like the way it doesn’t move.”

Rajesh blinked. She wasn’t trying. She wasn’t achieving. She was simply " there ".

He stopped trying to force his mind into silence. He let the grocery list drift, the potato debate fade. For one quiet moment, he noticed the warmth of the sunlight on his knee. His niece giggled. He laughed too.

“You’re doing it right uncle,” she said. “Sitting.”

Moral:

Meditation isn’t about trying to force your mind into submission. It’s about sitting comfortably with yourself 😆potatoes, cabbages, and all, without feeling the need to fix anything.