monkey business.

went to a sitar recital, bumped onto an old buddy and heard that another buddy had turned into a monk - shaved head, saffron robed, barefoot monk who has renounced worldly pleasures and pursuits. if i remember right the guy was a project manager at an outsourcing joint. good pay, cute eyes, a bit short on the height.. but had it all 'going' for him in a very worldly narrow sense.

And, I cant help but being awed at the random signs life throws my way. No No, this is not to say I have a giddy feeling that makes me want to run pel-mel behind my friend escaping from all this transitory suffering. But, there is a little voice that keeps whispering into my ears, something on a similar line.

but thats a grave choice. to be stuck in limbo with all my worldly cravings, prejudices and desires hidden under a saffron cloak.. until I reach that strength of mind where i can actually banish them or successfully control them..

aaah... something to ponder over. if fate has it that i must walk away.. then so it shall be.. till then let me try to atleast sprinkle a bit of water on this raging fire in my mind