Sunday, 4 December 2011

3 A.M. Musings on Student Life and Buddhist Books

I always find my mind racing during the middle of the night (or should that be morning?). This is probably because I'm at university, and an early night is anytime before the sun comes up again. This is probably also because I associate the no-man's-land time of 12 p.m. to 6 a.m. with hurried late night assignments. Anyway, either way, their is something oddly relaxing about late-night keyboard meanderings.

The other day, whilst voyaging down the goliath hill into the fine city of Winchester, my fellow roommates and I were approached by a rather eager man in a hat. 
"Have you three gentlemen got thirty seconds to spare?" He enquired.
A brief mumbling of "Oh god, shall we just walk on?" "Quick, leg it!" and "Umm, maybe...?" and we had been successfully apprehended and roped into whatever bullshit scam this mid-town encounter would turn out to be. After asking each of us if we had ever experienced "being stressed" he popped the killer question.
"Have any of you ever met a monk"
Another mumbling of "no, not really" and "ummmmms" later, and he was pulling off his hat, brandishing his shining, short-shaved head. Arhhh of course. The monk card, he's playing the monk card.

And that was it. Two minutes later and we were all proudly parading our VEDA: Secrets of the East hardbacks like lemon-Colas in a dessert. We had found enlightenment. Inner harmony. Self-determination. At least, I think that's he he had described it...

NOTE: I've nothing against Buddhism; I find it a highly palatable religion, my only gripe is with religion being sold to me for £2 (in fairness it was "for charity") when I only have £4.20 in my pocket and a diminishing level of rations in my kitchen cupboard.

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