It was a ‘Date with Conversion’. I've always wondered why rich Indians, dismissive about their own, find solace in others faith. Jesus! Last weekend, I was invited to such passive a conversion meet (…they didn’t offer me food, eew!) in a posh apartment with bunch of lost-child acting relieved and myself…ugh!
With no viharas nearby as the city grow to multiplexes; makeshift arrangements made to the posh apartment to accommodate 20-odd self-deprived flummoxed seating in front of a shrine that scribbled ubiquitous (non-deciphered) script, nicely framed and post-fixed. Sitting cross-legged on the local carpet uncomfortable as I try to adjust and adapt myself—there were Richie and desperate dollies start chanting ‘Namyo ho renge ko’ in slow moan (as if they’re squeezed there…) till it start to scream.
‘N—A—M—Y—O—H—O—R—E—N—G—E—K—Y—O’ // ‘N—A—M—Y—O—H—O—R—E—N—G—E—K—Y—O’ // ‘N—A—M—Y—O—H—O—R—E—N—G—E—K—Y—O’
Within minutes, the room filled with heavy nasal tones of mixed races (err! gender) chanting aloud with their folded hand closing the breathing way that I fear they might not ex-plod in the whaleway brodge, all a same time. ‘N—A—M—Y—O—H—O— (Fcuk).
Buddhism for beginners is like the story of a rich kid that decided to slum it. No joke - this guy Buddha was living at home in his palace, leeching off his dad until he was 30. Then, like some spoiled trust-fund baby, he decides to leave the palace and finds all this romance in self-inflicted deprivation, all the while knowing that he could ring up his dad to top off his Visa card the minute anything went wrong.
Hey, Buddha has spiritual insight! O really, N—A—M—Y—O—H—O— (I'm chanting)
Hmmm..like the post. I almost re-lived similar experience in the land of America this summer. What can you expect in such insecure times? I know how it feels when one gets dragged in such communions and in such discussions of believers vs. non-believers.
ReplyDeleteWell, I like to 'live' first then to believe. Wish religion was really kept as a private affairs of our lives.