A little known fact about Gandhiji is that he used to meditate daily for about an hour. He was once known to have said, “I am so busy today that I can’t meditate for an hour. I will have to meditate for two hours!”. He knew the power of meditation and personally, I feel that’s how he managed to be who he was and do what he did.
Here is a story from Gandhiji’s life you may not find in any history text book. His secretary accompanied him on a trip to some hill station. During the train ride Gandhiji was dictating a letter to his secretary. The train was labouriously climbing up the mountain, when there was a sudden noise and their railway carriage stopped and slowly started moving in the opposite direction… Something had happened and the carriage had separated from the main train and was now moving downwards, slowly but surely gaining speed.
There was panic and pandemonium in the compartment as it hurtled down the tracks. Gandhiji calmly continued to dictate the letter to his secretary.
The secretary was aghast. He said we may all die in a few minutes and you want me to continue writing this letter?!
Gandhiji replied – You are right, we may die in a few minutes, and if that happens, it really doesn’t matter what we do right now… but if we don’t (die) then we are wasting all this time! And he continued dictating the letter…
This is really Living in the Present Moment!
Btw, if you are wondering how I got to hear about this story, it’s from the secretary himself – Pt. Sudhakar Chaturvedi. He is still alive, lives in Bangalore, and is perhaps India’s oldest living person.
28th September was promising to be an incredibly busy day. Everything we had planned for Dinesh’s 40th birthday was going to come together all at once. I didn’t see much point in pretending that there was no surprise, so I just told dinesh point blank that he was to leave Vyas Kuteer and come back only a little before midnight. So he knew there was a surprise, but he had no idea at all about what it was!
We all decided that we would gift him a fantastic home theatre system. Complete with a huge screen and a 1080p 3D projector. I must have badgered everyone I knew who was into any sort of electronics. I spent hours on the net researching which projector was the best to get. Finally, I zeroed in on a brilliant Sony. Went to watch a live demo and was completely sold on it. Then came the tricky part. To get everything ready so that Dinesh has no clue about it.
I had always wanted wooden flooring in our hall and thought this was the perfect chance to do some interiors. That would act as a decoy for Dinesh. So while there was all the work happening in plain sight, there was also some secret wiring happening also in plain sight. Shavina gifted us two beautiful recliner chairs. I had Dinesh believe that those were his birthday present and unfortunately they came in too early…
On the 28th after shooing Dinesh out of the house, we went to work to clean everything up. Wooden flooring can leave a lot of debris everywhere. After about 5 hours of sweeping, mopping, cleaning, sweating and throwing junk out of the house, the projector people came to set it up.
Instead of an 11 foot screen, they got a 12 foot one and so the carpentry had to be hastily redone. Holes were drilled and things were slid into place. The screen looked amazing and the projector delivered better picture quality than most theatres in India. With the recliners, it’s the perfect set up. Only while getting this setup done, my immaculately cleaned hall looked like a war zone all over again.
We had another round of cleaning, dusting, mopping to get everything in perfect order and it was only at 11 pm that the house was totally clean and ready to be decorated. Rajiv, Rima, Ankita, Gowri and me were the cleaner uppers and Tanu, Upasana, Hema and some others were the decoraters.
All our friends started to troop in around this time and in true Art of Living style immediately became hosts instead of guests. Everyone rushed around getting everything in place…
At 5 minutes to midnight, Dinesh showed up at Vyas Kuteer. We blindfolded him, and took him into the hall and sat him down on the recliner. Then everyone shouted and he had to guess the names of all the people who were there. Some people had arrived earlier and spent the day hiding from him in the ashram. He managed to get a few names right. Then we started Mamma Mia the movie. He heard the familiar music and there was a smile on his face. I think he was expecting to see some video we may have made for him. As we removed his blind fold and he saw the humungous screen and the movie come alive right there in our hall and all the people who loved us so dearly there with us, he did a double take and made a sound that can be described only as an utterly pleasant shocked laugh – You had to be there to see his face! Everyone shouted above the din of the movie Happy Birthday Dinesh Dada!!!
We watched for a bit, then we went up to the terrace which was romantically lit up with candles. It looked like a dream out of some fairy tale. A lovely breeze wafted around us as Dinesh saw his birthday cake or rather cakes. Café Vishala team had outdone themselves by making 40 cupcakes ranging from white chocolate to dark chocolate – 40 shades of Chocolate!! This was combined with some delicious dips and home made bread. And chocolate ice cream made with jaggery instead of sugar!
The one person who was missing from the celebration was Rupal. She had sent a voice recording to be played to Dinesh while cutting the cake. And as the voice note was getting over, she suddenly stepped out from the shadows. She had been there all along!! What a total surprise!!!
We talked and joked and sang and laughed and told stories and then did it all over again.
We slept that night only because of sheer exhaustion.
The next day Gurudev met everyone and that was the icing on the cake!! It was so wonderful to be with all our friends again and feel the love and joy and blessings from them.
Dinesh and I must surely have done some utterly wonderful things in many lifetimes to be blessed with such fierce love from so many, many fantastic people!!
Happy 40th to the most fabulous, amazing, wonderfilled person I have the privilege of knowing!!
Many dear friends had gathered in Vyas Kuteer to wish me on my birthday that was imminent. Around 11 pm on the 21st of September this year, I decided to oil my hair and shampoo them. As soon as I announced this, there was a sudden frenzy of action that started around me.
I watched bemused as someone walked in with candles, someone else with matches, yet another asking if I had “soothing” music. Turned out that their surprise birthday gift for me was giving me a full salon treatment right in my own bedroom, in my own lounging chair! Only it was supposed to happen the next day. When the night before I said I was going to shampoo my hair, Project Hair Spa was instantly preponed by a few hours.
Tanu made up a heavenly smelling concoction of honey, vanilla, cinnamon, banana, milk and olive oil. It was good enough to eat. Ankita had a bite and said if there is any left over, she would have it as dessert. The goo was put in my hair, rubbed into my scalp and I was asked to sit quietly and pretend to listen to music. They couldn’t find any spa music so they decided on ambient sounds that are plentiful and really relaxing at night in the ashram. Besides, you don’t need a music system or a play list.
I sat smelling deliciously of cupcakes, slowly getting cravings for pastries and cinnamon bread. Meanwhile I was given a pedicure by Ankita. She said my feet were softer than her hands and went thru the motions of putting whatever foot cream she could lay her hands on.
The real drama began once the 45 minutes were up. I was ceremoniously escorted into the bathroom, made to sit on a stool, asked to bend over and warm water was gently sloshed on my head with the aim of washing out the cake mix.
A bit of it came out. A lot of it didn’t.
The gentle sloshing intensified.
Some more of the goo reluctantly left my tresses. Quite a bit of it resolutely stuck on. The banana bits had got well and truly tangled into my hair. No amount of water was dislodging them.
I was told to relax and close my eyes, as a distressed whispered conference happened a few inches above my head. They all decided that next time, they would whirr the bananas in a mixie before putting it into the hair. Meanwhile, I was still hunched over with someone pouring water and trying to tease stubborn bits of banana out.
We should put lemon. Dandruff comes out with lemon, surely so will the banana.
Shall we put in some curd and see what happens?
Let’s just put a lot of shampoo…
In a few minutes, I had soapy banana bits, soaking in luxurious lather. Water managed to get the lather out. The banana bits just got well shampooed.
Then some of Upasana’s neurons made a few wild connections with some half forgotten dendrites, and she suddenly exclaimed let’s use conditioner and a comb. Conditioner was liberally massaged into the hair. Then slowly and carefully, my hair was combed down with a fine toothed comb and the banana bits finally bid adieu to my head. After this, they left me to shave and shower which I did and came out feeling gloriously warm and cuddly.
Amazingly, I lost hardly any hair and when everything was done, my hair felt like a dream. Soft and wavy and smooth and silky. The spa succeeded beyond all expectations! It was really a fantastic birthday gift!!
Dinesh was with Gurudev and I refused to start my birthday without him. He came back from Gurudev around 1 am. Then we did Guru Pooja. A lovely meditative Pooja, followed by Ganesha’s aarti, followed by the Devi Kavacham that Bhanu didi has sung so melodiously in her CD Cosmic Resonance. We all slipped into a twilight of meditation and sleep, enveloped in the warm glow of love that everyone was feeling for everyone.
Then as we came out of that scrumptious state of Being, Kamesh said there was cake on the terrace. And so, everyone trooped put onto the terrace, and I cut my birthday cake which was incidentally made right before me and stored in the fridge as I was having dinner that night at Café Vishala. Loud singing, even louder laughter happened as everyone tucked into that really tasty cake and soon just one piece was left.
Gowri points to a huge carton and says bau open your birthday gift. I said why have you guys got such a HUGE box for an iPad Pro? (Hint, Hint!) … I cut the tape open and out jumped Abhi! He had a party popper in his hand that refused to pop as he shouted Happy Birthday BAUUUUUU!!!!
What a fantastic surprise!! The popper finally popped showering all of us with confetti and good wishes. Then I realized that abhi had been taped into the carton for over 2 hours. He had a pillow with him and said he even went to sleep for a while. The loud singing was to wake him up. He had the last piece of cake.
What a fabulous start to a year. This is precisely how birthdays should be. Full of crazy surprises, wonderful food, heartfelt love and the best of friends!! Thank you very much to everyone who planned this wild and whacky birthday for me, and to all of you who wished me and made my day so very special!! You guys totally rock!
PS Dinesh wrote a poem for me – It’s on his facebook page – Here is the link: https://www.facebook.com/dineshghodke
A cool story from Lord Ganesha’s childhood…
His brother is quite the fitness freak. Does his exercise daily, eats proteins, flexes his muscles, you know the type right?… and often mocks Ganesha’s “lazy” ways. possibly even signed him up for a Naturopathy treatment at the Ayurveda hospital…
Ganesha just smiles, and lovingly takes all the taunting.
One day when nothing works to get Ganesha to move, Kartikeya challenges him to a race… 3 times around the world! Whoever comes first gets the yummy fruit that their parents have got as a gift.
Ready, Steady, GO!!
Kartikeya jumps on his beautiful vehicle, the peacock and races into the sky. Soon he is just a blip (One wonders what the peacock had had for breakfast… Must have been some rocket fuel) and starts whizzing around the world.
Ganesha just yawns and settles down for a bit.
When Kartik has whizzed by the second time, Ganesha’s mom asks him if he wants the fruit and if he does, he better do something about it!
Ganesha gets up, stretches a bit and then with great devotion, his hands folded, slowly walks around Shiva and Parvati (His Parents).He finishes 3 rounds, just before Kartik and a very exhausted peacock come screeching to a halt. Amidst the smell of burning feathers, Kartik to his utter amazement sees Ganesha joyfully chomping away at the prize fruit, which should have been his!
He righteously demands an explanation. And he doesn’t want any nonsense that he has been hearing for a very long time – But darling, Ganesh is younger to you. You should share stuff with him. Be a good elder brother… so on and so forth…
Ganesha in between mouthfuls of an extremely tasty fruit explains that his parents, Shiva and Parvati are the world to him. And since the race was just about going around the world 3 times. He did exactly that, and did it much faster (and more efficiently… the mouse was very happy too)
than his hot shot older brother.
Everyone laughs and agree that you really cannot expect to win an argument (or a race) with Lord Ganesha. He is not known as the Lord of Knowledge for nothing!!
Ganapati Bappa Moriya!!!!!
Yes. Ice Cream… Well, sorbet actually 🙂
You will need an ice cream maker to make this recipe. If you don’t have an ice cream maker, follow the steps on this website: http://www.tasteofhome.com/recipes/how-to-cook/how-to-make-ice-cream-without-an-ice-cream-maker
7 ripe medium to big sized tomatoes
20 fresh fragrant basil leaves
Juice of 3 lemons
2 cups powdered jaggery
1 cup water
Finely chop the basil leaves.
In a small pan, bring to a boil – water, jaggery and basil leaves. Stir so that the jaggery dissolves completely. Cover and keep aside for about an hour.
Peel and deseed the tomatoes. Puree them. Add the lemon juice.
Add the basil jaggery water to the tomato puree and stir well so that everything is nicely mixed. Chill in the fridge for 1-2 hours.
Put the mixture into an ice cream maker and let it churn.
You will be surprised and delighted at the creaminess of the sorbet and the utterly amazingly different taste that will explode on your tongue!
Makes enough for 5-7 people.
Mayur found it a little too sweet for his taste, I didn’t. If you are like Mayur, I would suggest using maybe half a cup less jaggery.
How to be content?
If you are not content, it means you have some unfulfilled desires. Right?
Do you have the faith that these desires will be fulfilled? If you do, then there is no problem, your mind will become calm and contentment will dawn.
For many people this is not the case. They have so many unfulfilled desires and have absolutely no faith that these will be realised. In this case, you have to learn to drop these desires. You are going to die. What difference is it going to make, if a particular desire is fulfilled or not?! If you can take your mind to this place, you are done. The remembrance of your own mortality will calm your mind and you will instantly start to appreciate what you have in life and contentment comes to you.
If you can’t even do this – well then, Pray. A sincere prayer is definitely answered. It’s quite amazing to know that unfulfilled desires can lead you to prayer and surrender to the Divine!
Pray, work for whatever it is you desire, and wait, and know that your desires and you yourself will be taken care of.
If you see any of the Gods in the Hindu pantheon, you will see that they have many arms. One of these arms is usually held up, with palm facing outwards, another held down and blessings coming out of it. Ever wondered what it means?!
It means – Wait, Wait … It’s coming to you… Wait, Wait … I am giving!
Ask, Pray, Work, Wait.
Don’t forget to Smile!
Nature has taken 4.5 billion years of evolution to set the stage for the drama of Human Life.
A planet colliding into Earth, Meteor bombardment for more than 20 million years, volcanic eruptions for longer than that, Ice ages lasting 100 million years or more, the dinosaurs being destroyed after being on the planet for 165 million years, mass extinctions, acid rains, earthquakes and tsunamis of ferocity greater than anything we could even dream of … You name the catastrophe, it has happened. All of this slowly nudging our planet over the millennia to become compatible to sustain us, along with approximately 8.7 million other species that also call Earth their home.
Global warming is a very serious threat to life as we know it. The temperatures on Earth are higher than they have been in the last 1000 years and the accumulation of green house gases, like carbon dioxide and methane, in the atmosphere more than what has been in the last 500,000 years. All this has happened in the last 50 years. We have managed to bring ourselves to the edge of destruction in just the last 50 to 100 years.
If things continue the way they are now, we may go virtually extinct. Our version of life will become History…
The good news is that more and more people are becoming aware of how their life style choices affect the planet and the lives of millions of others, and are making conscious, healthy decisions that are planet friendly. Amazingly these choices also contribute to vastly improved quality of life and personal health for these people and those around them.
The Moon has been watching over us since our first baby steps as a species, and frankly, we have given her more reason to frown and cry as we devastate Earth.
This Guru Poornima, let’s make the Moon smile.
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Dinesh and I had been having a super healthy diet and exercising at the ashram gym almost everyday for 40+ days. So when we were invited to address the students of Maharashtra Vidyarthi Sahayak Mandal (An old educational institution, estb. 1927) in Poona for their commencement day, we jumped at the opportunity to go gallivanting around Poona and Bombay for a few days.
Of course, it was a superb talk, appreciated by everyone present. It was a packed auditorium, with people standing and sitting in the aisles and even on the stage! They were mainly 11th and 12th standard students and I loved the way they took to the Knowledge and how effortlessly they meditated. Pin drop silence through out the 20+ minute long meditation says a lot about the readiness of our country’s young people to dive into themselves!
Dinesh talked about what they could do for themselves in their own homes and for the people around them. How they could create a career of their dreams and what they could contribute to our country and our planet. He imparted a beautiful vision of how their life could be.
Poona is not Poona without going to various fantastic eateries – There is Kalyan Bhel where we started off, then a fantastic little kulfi shop (best kulfis in the world according to me) tucked away in a little corner, almost impossible to find unless you know where you are going, Kayani’s Bakery, THE venerable bakery which has remained unchanged for the 45 years I have been on the planet, for mouth wateringly delicious Parsi biscuits and cakes (The one big upgrade is, these days, they actually make some stuff without eggs!!!).
I enjoy eating at Stone Water Grill, but they have become very snooty off late, requiring a dress code. I prefer to wear what I want and eat what I like, especially if I am paying for it. They turned us away last time because Dinesh was wearing his German Birkenstocks (sandals) which are actually more stylish than most people’s shoes. So we didn’t go there, choosing to go to Dario’s instead. Dario’s, a superb Italian restaurant which always leaves one wondering why God created us with such small stomachs! Definitely have the ravioli and the panna cotta here, they are outstanding.
Amit and Seema as usual fussed over us and pampered us at their cozy home. The icing on the cake was of course Cocoa, their adorable golden retriever… There is nothing quite like being woken up in the morning by the wet licks of a dog who loves you 🙂
From Poona, we took the magical monsoon train ride through the enchantingly beautiful Sayadhris. The mountains and forests come to verdant life as the rain makes nature explode in shades of green you may have never seen before – from the deep green of the trees in the forests to a blindingly fluorescent green of fresh grass growing by the mountainsides.
Add to that majestic waterfalls all around you and baby streams of water that splash you, pristine and pure as the train moves through tunnels. A thick cloudy fresh mist that delights your lungs as the train moves through spaces normally reserved for planes.
After all that wonderful nature, the contrast of Bombay at first seems almost too much on the senses. But, one gets used to it pretty quick. We stayed with Shibani who fussed over us even more. I had a long, relaxing hair spa at Taj Land’s End gifted to me by Shweta, which transformed my hair from the semblance of a broom to feeling luxurious and lustrous.
We had dinner at Flamboyante a restaurant at the World Trade Centre, which was good, but nothing to write about, so I won’t. Jimmy Boy, a parsi speciality place denied us entry into their AC section, so we didn’t eat there and went to my dad’s favourite place, Cafe Mocambo. In case you are wondering, they have a drink called Mocambo Khush Hua 🙂
A lovely Dhansakh and Lasagna later, we took a car ride along the sea faces and marvelled how the choppy sea managed to look so much like sugarcane juice! Next time, check it out and tell me if you agree.
Shibani took us to this little tea shop, San-Cha Tea Boutique somewhere in the gullies of Kala Ghoda.
A charming little place, tastefully done up. Bright and cheery. They allow you to taste all their teas before you buy them. Mostly green and white teas, all full of good for you anti oxidants, etc… All wonderful to smell, all an acquired taste to actually drink. Almost all of them were shades of varying bitterness.
For dinner on our last evening in Bombay, we had a small party at Trattoria, the Italian restaurant of the Hotel President. Trattoria is always very, very good. But that evening, they outdid themselves. The food was beyond excellent. This was inspired cooking! The mushroom soup was silken and the delicate scent of truffle was unmistakable. The spinach and ricotta cannelloni was baked to golden brown perfection with a killer tomato sauce. The pizzas were an absolute delight. Even Dinesh who tags along to the Italian places I love to go to (always preferring a more Indian fare), commented that it was one of the best dinners he had had in a long time. After the meal, the manager comes up to me and says, “Jai Gurudev!”. He said he had watched a lot of our videos online and that had prompted him to learn to meditate and do the Art of Living course. The pilot of our aircraft also came to me while we were collecting luggage and shook my hands and said, “Great fan, great fan!”. Gowri, Abhi, Mayur, hope you guys are listening.
I also learned to make Malido. It’s a parsi sweet, supposed to be had after a jashan (a parsi Pooja). It’s the only reason most parsi kids (possibly adults as well) actually sit thru the long ceremony and manage to more or less “behave themselves.” Of course, being parsis, many don’t wait for the jashan to have their delectable malido.
There are very few people who know how to make it really well. Nergish Aunty has been making it for 35 years. She graciously shared her recipe with me and taught me how to make it. Look out for it at Cafe Vishala next time you are at the ashram!
BTW, we also managed to squeeze in time to watch Minions. It’s completely crazy and sooooooo funny. Put your brains aside and go watch it with as many friends you can muster. You will have a rollicking good time!
Thanks a lot to Amit, Seema, Shibani, Shweta, Milan, Neeti, Chandra, Bhushan, Alok, Anjana, Vivek and many, many others who love us. They welcome us and take such good care of us whenever we go and stay with them.
We are indeed blessed to have such wonderful people to love and who in turn love us so very much.
bawa n dinesh
Possibly the biggest mistake you make in your life is to get great marks in your 10th standard board exams. In India, if you get great marks in 10th standard, you automatically study science. Mediocre marks means commerce, and terrible marks means arts. Never mind that you may be interested in Shakespeare. You got 90% in 10th. Study calculus.
You foolishly listen to your parents and the rest of your family when they press you to study hard for that most “important” year. After this, everything is set, they say. Not really. A year later you have to study even harder for the “crucial” year 12th standard. Repeat your performance in 10th. Do it even better. Then you will have nothing to worry about. Then you will be happy!
So you slog it out. 12th standard – super grades. Crack the JEE and get into IIT. Here is where the happiness is supposed to start. The first thing that happens to you when you get into most IITs is you get 15 pairs of dirty undies to wash. As you wash those undies, a smile lights up your face as you think, next year someone is gonna wash my undies. Next year everything will change. Next year I will be King. I will be the boss. I will be happy.
It’s next year now. The authorities have made it very clear that if a senior even breathes near a freshie, they will take drastic action, which could include expulsion, even worse than that, fines of more than Rs 50k! No more Ragging is the new motto of your IIT.
No one to wash your undies. Doesn’t matter. You decide, IIT sucks anyways. I will be happy when I get out of here. 3 more years to freedom. Freedom from dumb profs, idiotic assignments, petrifying exams and most importantly horrible, terrible, appalling, grisly, ghastly mess food!
Fast forward 3 years. The last exam in IIT. Come back to the hostel in utter euphoria which quickly turns into anxiety, coz you don’t have a job, a call to an IIM or an admission in that university in the US. I will be happy if I get any one. Please God, just anything. Even Infosys will do.
Prayer answered. You got a fabulous job. Great money. In a month, you realise IIT was infinitely better. Your boss definitely had past lives as a prof in IIT. Maybe, even the food was better. I will be happy when I get my dream job.
Got it. Bad dream. Nightmare actually.
I will be happy when I get a P.hD. So apply, get into a “prestigious” institute. Slog another 5 years or so. I will be so bloody happy when people call me Doctor. They do. And then they sneer… oh, you are not a medical doctor. Not even a dentist. Hmmmm…
Need a wife/husband now. I will be happy when I can legitimately have sex. I will be happy when I get married. Ok, so get married. You are deliriously happy for about 4 hours. Good food finally!!!
Then the fight happens. And another, and another, and another… There are tender moments of course, and love and all that… But the predominant question in your head is “Do mother in laws have past lives as IIT profs?!”
Everyday it’s the same thing. Happy for a few seconds if you are stars are behaving themselves, otherwise work, eat, sex (if you get lucky), sleep … Rinse and Repeat.
I am sure we will be happy if we have children. 3 years later, 2 bags with cute faces, beautiful eyes and an amazing smile… whose sole purpose seems to be to leak. They leak from everywhere. I will be happy when these kids stop leaking. Or at least go leak in the right places.
I will be happy when they start to walk and talk…
3 years later: Sit down. Sit DOWN!!! SIT in one place. Can’t you sit still??!!!
OH GOD! I will be happy when these kids go to school and I have my life back. School is God’s gift to parents. When will they go to school?!!!
I will be happy when their homework is done.
I will be happy when they pass out of school.
I will be happy when they get into IIT. I washed undies, they should wash undies.
No way young man, no way are you getting married to that girl. I will be happy when he chooses someone I like to get married to. What?? You want to get married to him? You are bisexual. Bisexual?!! Right…
I will be happy when… I retire and all this will be behind me. Woody Allen says Comedy is just tragedy + time. I want the + time NOW!
I will be happy when I have grand children.
I will be happy when they are grown. What a fine young man he is!
I will be happy when.. when… when…. How come it’s all dark?
And now it’s sooooo bright…
We have always wondered if the expression on a dead person’s face is that of surprise (wha… it’s over??!!!) or that of peace…
Be happy now. Not later. Not tomorrow. Not when you get that promotion. Not when you go on a vacation. Not after this last exam. Not after your mother in law dies. Not after retirement… Right Now. That’s all you really have. Happiness is never in the destination. It’s in the journey.
Riley is a 10 year old, with loving parents, a lovely home and great friends. Then one day, out of the blue, the entire family moves from Minnesota to San Francisco.
Riley has to deal with living in a much smaller and a very dingy new house, a new school and new friends. On top of that her loving parents suddenly don’t seem to be giving her attention any more. Her father’s business is not working the way it should have and both the parents are utterly stressed out. Her best friend from back home in Minnesota has suddenly found another friend… the list goes on. This is a lot for a fragile 10 year old to deal with.
The movie could have been another humdrum take on these rather everyday occurrences in many of our lives.
The good folk at Disney and Pixar give it an utterly enchanting twist, by taking us on an adventure inside the heads of the various protagonists while all these things are happening on the outside.
We all hear voices in our heads, right? What if these were real people with distinct personalities, managing us and our reactions and responses to the overwhelming circumstances that could happen in our lives?
How does a breakdown happen? How could a person bounce back from that breakdown to their normal, vibrant self?
That’s the real story of the movie. It’s a very serious topic, dealt with a supremely light touch.
It also answers the eternal question – What’s the purpose of sadness?
And dramatically establishes one of Art of Living’s key contentions “Opposite values are Complimentary”
Don’t make the mistake of dismissing this movie as another animated movie from Disney. It has amazing depth and though I am sure children will enjoy it, more mature people will appreciate it even more!
BTW, there is a very cute little short film called Lava that they show just before the main feature. Be on time, so you don’t miss it.