Meditation

The sight of a lonely smoker, deeply lost in his or her thoughts, looking aimlessly at skies, drawing down a deep breath like a sublime yogic and letting out that reeking whiff of tobacco partly through the nostrils  and the rest through circled lips is always  a sight to watch.  I would freeze myeslf like a butterfly on a flower in concentration and enjoy this spectacular act.

I saw just that this morning.  The smoker was a heavily built lady but what impressed me most was her extreme confidence in what she was doing. With terrific concentration and an arrogant  statement "i care a damn of what others feel, i am enjoying what i do", she enjoyed this small reprieve from a tough workplace in this simple but most telling fashion.

Will write in detail and differently on mediation sometime soon. But what i saw today is also a form of meditation to me. The process of controlling and focusing mind onto anything with a hundred-percent commitment should also be meditation, ain't it?

I had a great friend in the renowned landscape painter Eswaran. He would paint for a while, walk backwards a few metres and admire critically what he had just done. I havent seen anything better that could merit a meditative approach.