For months now, I have been urging my parents to take a short holiday somewhere. They finally planned to spend three days in Lonavla last weekend, attending an Art of Living program. I spoke with them last night, eager to find out if they enjoyed themselves.
“Hi Aai, how was your weekend?”
“Oh, it was fabulous! We had a great time, the campus was lovely, the food was good and I loved the concept behind Art of Living… We had such interesting group discussions, you know… There was one session in particular where we formed groups of three and narrated our life stories to the group… that was such a therapeutic experience, I tell you!”
And lots more in the same vein. I was just starting to feel smug and happy when a few minutes later –
“Hi Baba, how are you? Did you enjoy the weekend?”
A dramatic sigh was followed by a reluctant “It was oookay but I wouldn’t pay good money to go there again!” Notice the long-drawn okay folks.
“But… but Aai said it was fabulous”, I stammered.
“Oh, it wasn’t that bad. They taught us some good asanas and pranayams but wasted so much time in meaningless philosophical discussions!”
They couldn’t be talking about the same weekend now, could they? I was reminded of the numerous times the husband and I have had diametrically opposite views on the same things. Not you too, Aai-Baba, I thought, and burst out laughing. This guy sure knew what he was talking about!