I don’t think I’ve mentioned this yet, but there’s something that’s going around and infecting the entire mysore2016band. We have a few severe cases, and a few light infections that hopefully can be cured.
It’s called ping-pong.
If not treated, it can lead to growing ping-pong paddles out of the infected’s wrists, visions of orange balls bouncing around on regulation-sized ping-pong tables, and a tendency to shout phrases such as “come at me bro,” “ya like that?!,” and “come at me!”
We were delighted to find that the V-Lead hostel (part of SVYM) where we’ve been living the past three weeks had a recreation room (which I’ve mentioned) with a ping-pong table. We found some okay paddles and many broken ping-pong balls, but upon our first outing to the Mega More and later at the Big Bazzar (kind of like a target) we grabbed some new paddles and balls for the room.
Some of us are casual ball hitters, and knock the orange around as a form of almost meditation (hitting the ball for the sake of hitting the ball, or making coffee for the sake of making coffee - it relaxes the mind). Then there are few, notably Kevin A. Kevin G. and John, who devour the table each time they see an orange ball flying at them.
Kevin A. has a long history of playing Tennis and so he’s become a psuto-guru-ji for those of us who haven’t played a racket sport since the 7th grade (and I mean badminton, which is arguably the worst raquet sport). He’s been teaching and guiding us on the most important aspects of the game such as serving, and not missing the ball when it’s flying towards your paddle - because some of us (me) were reallllllllly bad at playing pong when our residency here at the hostel began.
Just now, I bore witness to the demolition of John’s game, by Kevin A. who took full control of the paddle shaped captain’s wheel. It was incredible. Near misses and a ball flying near snitch speed (Steve-Ji’s been reading Harry Potter here, and so I have quiddich on my mind).
Even the crowd of pigeons who perch right outside the rec. room (surrounded by windows, and wit ha metal ceiling) and on top of the ceiling, expressed their excitement by stomping loudly on the ceiling or breaking out into impassioned fights over who they were rooting to win.
Ultimately Kevin A. was crowned victorious, but he takes the crown with humility as he now is reflecting upon his win by journaling; processing the win and what it means to his existence in the greater scheme of things, and what it means to his-inner life, his divinity
With mystery of mind and fullness of stomach,