There is something magical about a dozen adolescent kids reciting in unison timeless spiritual songs composed in a variety of languages: Sanskrit, Marathi, Tamil, Kannada, and Gujarati. The occasion was Pujya Swami Tejomayanandaji's visit to the Bay area. Excited at the prospect of hearing him, I woke up early that Sunday but it was the surprise performance that left me in complete awe. Had I known in advance that Swami T's talk will be preceeded by 2 hours of bhajan/kirtan sangeet by a bunch of kids, I would have deliberately arrived later and missed a great demonstration of the rich heritage of India.
Sometimes you tread a certain path, knowing fully well what's ahead. You know your role, you know your destination, you have calculated how long it will take you to get to that destination. That preset journey is not interesting. It's in the fringes, the vargaries of this journey that life has found a nice comfy enclave to thrive.
