It was time to go. They were engaged with something just out of our sight, shouting and gesticulating happily. As we approached, we saw the objects of their attention: a man and a woman sitting cross-legged in a small grassy patch, just off the main jogging path, meditating.
Louise gushed, "They don't move at all!" June chimed in, "Yeah, I yelled at them at them, and they didn't move!"
Oh. We explained what meditation was and how one shouldn't bother them and... well, let's just get going.*
Do they have screaming kids in Nirvana?
* I confess, I didn't really feel that bad. I'm down with the meditating. And meditating outdoors in some secluded grotto sounds nice. But as I see it, there are two possible reasons for choosing to meditate in the middle of one of the most highly trafficked areas of the park:
- They wanted to challenge their skills of concentration, in which case, screaming kids are the ultimate test of their meditative focus.
- They wanted everybody to see them meditating, in which case, screaming kids are the perfect karmic antidote to their vainglorious ego-shackled look-at-me-transcend-existence santosha-braggadocio.