I took a gamble off late. Well not exactly a gamble, but undertook something that I was curious about, though don’t quite believe in. I tried out a new form of meditation/breathing exercise – if I may call it. Now let me begin by telling you that I look at meditation as something almost as close to God – unattainable, invisible, dubiously doubtful and probably very strong. So I got into it, tried some of their breathing techniques, learnt to shut my eyes and kick away every other thought, learnt to relax – or atleast tried to. It took some effort, a lot of nodding and prodding. The result was slow, slightly calming and I’d say – not completely ineffective. And then came the commitment bit. One which every man slays. Once every day – takes half an hour of your day.
Now, I did take lessons from the exercise – personal lessons. Some were predeveloped earlier, some were tweaked and sharpened through the exercise. And some, I probably still am ignorant about. Having zero expectations helped. I’m still not a committed girl though. Somehow taking the lesson seemed easier than following the regime. Maybe I’d turn into an ubercool zen chick if I follow it. Maybe I’d lose my head or follow mystic saints to the path of enlightenment and utmost nirvana. Or maybe I’d be just fine – with or without it. (There I’ve covered all options) A small bit of mystery though – How much did it help?