An open book…

It was almost the gap of three years I saw my book on the stands at S-VYASA Yoga University in Bengaluru during my recent visit.  I saw an unknown person glancing through it…it was tough to believe I was an author of some book as the thought with which I had written it had taken a backseat owing to a number of reasons. It wasn’t just pregnancy and motherhood…like there was time I aggressively spoke about my book…there was time I didn’t talk about it at all because it was written at a particular time about things I felt appropriate at that stage.

But the book on stands 1500 kilometers away not only triggered the memories about the energy and time I invested in writing it but also made me aware of the responsibility it had on me about living it. Yes, there was a plan when I had written it. Talking about mental fitness and a perspective towards life, the book was meticulously planned. It had a larger goal of reaching out to as many people as possible and a part of it was achieved through workshops I conducted to places like Pune Aurangabad and Nagpur.

It all started and also paused at a particular time. But it wasn’t just a book, it was about my journey, my preparation to hone myself and train my mind.

I would speak to shopkeepers, colleges about it and S-VYASA was one of the places I had taken it along with me.

Years passed. Not many; just three…but I hadn’t spoken about it to anyone. I knew my duties and responsibilities on professional and domestic fronts were different. They had to be completed at that point. Others might have taken it as a passing stage but I knew it was for a reason…

Call it transformation or maturity or living up to what I had written in the book, I didn’t talk about the book for the past one year.  Of course there was not even an iota of pride when I had written it but still that little ‘me’ness in the book completely evaporated. The bundle of unopened copies was lying on the topmost rack of a cupboard…I had no idea if it was to be opened at the appropriate time…

I had just taken it as one of the factors that contributed to development, a means to carry the journey forward and not a destination. I moved on…

When I was asked more copies to be sent to VYASA, I knew I wasn’t going to refuse. There was just a smile, given a chance I would like to rewrite it all, in fresh language. I know I would feel the same four years down the line and I shall be happy if I do so.

Meanwhile, basics remain unchanged and this is what I had written. So just time to remind myself nothing stops from living it as much as possible, isn’t it? Theory and practice both change and evolve…

KanChan