Krrish movie part 1 The course

Krrish movie part 1

The course is being held in a Catholic retreat centre, high up the Medellin valley with the city stretched out below. The main building has a dining hall, split into mens and womans sections by a wall of cotton sheets, and from it two corredors of basic rooms run down, hugging the hillside. The men s outdoor area runs between these, a path lined with flowers that we will all spend many minutes appreciating, that widens at the end affording a view of the valley below. The meditation hall is behind and above the main building and appropriately we climb stairs to reach it the krrish movie part 1 entering via a separate staircase. It s full of light from the wall of windows that looks out on the bobbled clouds and green slopes. Start again, Goenke s kind, serious, low meditation voice instructs us from the small speakers on the stage, either side of la Professora, who sits cross-legged under a white shawl and has just cued him up on her iPod Touch. Start with a calm and quiet mind, alert and attentive mind, attentive Goenke guides and, adjusting my bum on the cushion for the umpteenth time, I close my eyes. I can hear others around me as the room slowly settles. We are sat in rows, men on one side and women on the other, facing the small stage with our digital guru and his assistant DJ The teacher is a CD! I had exclaimed. It s day two of the course and I know people in the room by their particular sounds: Miss Crinkle-Bag to my right, Snot-Gargler-Man back left, Senora Fake-Sneeze far front and, DIRECTLY behind my The Cougher. But these sounds are not to be my focus. The first days of the course we are instructed in Anapana, a technique based on the breath and focusing the attention on the sensations around the entrance of the nose and the upper lip. Through a small hair in my right nostril I am sharpening my mind. It is an unruly beast, the monkey mind. Weve been told to be patient, as though were training an elephant. I put the sounds of the room aside and pick out my friend the nose hair: Just exactly what is that sensation like? Different on the inhale to the exhale? Yes. A vibrating? No, more like a gentle pressure. Bending then bending then outwards. They ve been getting tricky recently, those tickly nose hairs. Maybe I ve passed krrish movie part 1 stage of easy hair management? Maybe I ve started the glorious depilatory journey where the hair you want abandons you to leave only the generous fountains sprouting from ears, nose and Oops, lost it. Ok, back to the nose hair: inwards, outwards, inwards, outwards. Theres a part of the mind thats like one of those machines that spits tennis balls, but loaded with utterly random idea-objects. I sit getting fired at, mentally swatting them away: nope, not following that inhale, no, theres another one, back to the nose hair. Suddenly I find myself on the other side of the room, engrossed in a thought, wandering how on earth I had ended up thinking about Madonna s castle in Scotland.