Thursday 13th
I wake up at the princely hour of nine o'clock, still with the
feeling of being in another world entirely. It is not just the few
hours of sleep I got, no, it is a sense of peace coming almost as an hors d'oeuvre
to today's main course; I am showering and changing, I am doing the
most ordinary things, but with the sense that this is no ordinary day...
Today is the focal point of the entire Celebrations, the anniversary of the day Sri Chinmoy arrived in the West. Arriving at Aspiration Ground, everything feels fresh and pure and new; the entire ground is festooned with new decorations, walls are decorated with the mantra "Supreme", bunting flutters in the breeze. The ground is filled with to capacity with students of Sri Chinmoy, from all over the world, from all walks of life, many who have come especially for today.
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Guru arrives and
starts one of his familiar driving meditations; the silence is almost
as solid as to be felt. |
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We all walk past Guru as he
meditates with us. The days when one will have good meditations are
generally far from predictable, but today is one of the few days that
one can confidently circle in the calendar as one of them: meditating
as groups of students come up in turn to sing familiar and well-loved
songs, meditating as Guru is inspired to spontaneously compose some
songs, meditating in the stillness amidst the crowd. Meditation
functions on this special day have been known to start at seven in the
morning and go on until eleven or twelve at night. This time, though,
it seems to be a little more relaxed; Sri Chinmoy leaves at lunchtime
and announces he'll be back here at five.
Before leaving, Sri
Chinmoy has given the groups of singers each a song and asked them
to do some arrangement with it for today; the performance may happen,
it may not, but we'll be ready. An arrangement tends to mean anything
within the confines of the imagination as long as it's soulful -
singing, of course, but perhaps also choreography, an accompanying
acting skit or (in this case) some fire-eating! In between meditation
functions we get a quick practice - the sun is so hot I do most of the
singing with a paper plate over my head.
The evening will
open with a performance of 42 conches signifying Sri Chinmoy's 42 years
of service to the West. The conch, in Indian lore, is the herald of
victory - in this case victory in the inner struggle for harmony,
victory in furthering mankind's belief in its own capacity. I need to
practice first in the park, where no-one can hear the racket. The
first results are not impressive by any means. But some long-forgotten
words come back to me; I remember someone saying long ago that it was
just like playing the flute, and so I begin to get the hang of it. Now
I'm waiting for the performance to begin, I'm on my way to the deli to
grab a cup of tea to combat those drooping eyelids, but I see Ranjit
and Unmesh and go over to tell them how much I enjoyed their performance of Indian traditional songs on Radio Sri Chinmoy.
As it turns out stopping to talk to them saved me: suddenly the call
goes out to get ready, the performance is about to begin! I drop my
wallet on the lap of a very surprised Unmesh and race into the doorway.
We assemble in a semi-circle, in front of an audience of over a
thousand, in total silence. Saurjya, the leader of the group, gives the
signal; the conches expand the air in defiance of the barriers against the onward march of mankind towards its true potential.
Many of Guru's favourite performers come on to
play for his birthday, including one from Puerto Rico, where the first
Sri Chinmoy Centre was founded back in 1966. Ranjit and Umesh come on
and play more famous songs from India's past. One boy comes on whom Sri
Chinmoy has been coaching in physical exercises - he is aiming for a
new personal record in sit-ups, and we all will him on as he does
it. As he reaches the three-quarters mark, it occurs to me that
this is real meditation for all of us; all of us, empathising with him
like anything as he pushes to excel himself. He finishes to a huge
round of applause; Sri Chinmoy gives him a trophy almost as big as he
is.
Well, one can't have a celebration without a cake - in this case it has to be big enough to feed over a thousand people! Sundari from California is the person responsible for delivering the goods on occasions like this - last August, her cake was used as part of a Guinness world record for the most lit candles on a cake (27,000)! She doesn't disappoint on this occasion either - very nice and very very chocolatey...
Many
distinguished guests who have travelled to be here say a few words in
appreciation; messages from well-wishers from all around the world are
read out. These words, from the heart, make one wonder at the many
disparate lives all over the globe Sri Chinmoy has touched in his
42 years of service. Again and again the conviction is the same, that
so many people are unaware of the harmony and oneness and transcendence
that can be attained in human life and that Sri Chinmoy has spent his
life working for. To open people's windows of possibility, open out
their conception of themselves - yes, here is truly a cause worth
fighting for. After prasad, I walk home more firmly cemented than ever
in the conviction that the only life worth living is one solely
directed towards making others happy.

