Loss and discovery
Some years ago I had enrolled for a course on Patanjali’s Yoga Sutra at the K.R. Cama Institute along with a friend. It was as my father accused me of, an excuse for having been a lazy non-practitioner trying to compensate by reading theory. I went through the weekly lectures diligently even as he went through hospitalization, cure, and ultimately passed away before I completed the course. He was a yoga practitioner and I have observed him with so much curiosity as a kid. Though he used to ask me sometime during my working years to learn yoga, he never made an attempt to teach me while I was much younger. Actually, being a Sri Vaishnava he didn’t teach me any of the traditional texts or slokas as well. It was not that he wasn’t interested, he just let us imbibe, read for ourselves, just assist us and kindle our curiosity even as we got busy with our own mundane existence of education, career, earning etc., I look at that as somewhat a reflection of what happens to a tradition, wh...