Silverman is killed in an accident and Mendel Kravitzis was sent to break the news to his wife.
“Be careful how you tell her,” advises a friend. “She is a very delicate woman.”
Mendel knocks on the door and Mrs. Silverman comes out.
“Are you the widow of Silverman?” he asks.
“Certainly not,” she replies.
“Want to bet?” asks Mendel.
Humour not only lifts up the spirits but also oils the wheels of a drab and digusting life that you come across a dime a dozen in the marketplace. That is because they are so caught up in their work that they don't have the time or the inclination to laugh. Forget about laughing at themselves or against themselves. It doesn't take much to out on a serious countenance but takes an awful presence of mind to be humorous. And what best way to cultivate the humorous side of your life than with cycling? It may sound odd but once you get down to explore the funny side, the solitary bikind escapades throw up a lot of humorous ideas and anecdotes that you wouldn't have the time to find if you were a normal human being.
Today I went on a a shopping spree in the small lanes of the city where I live in, Pune, to buy some stuff for myself. But not before putting on some 20 miles. And another six-odd miles went into the shopping cycling. In effect, I managed to complete the marathon-da-day schedule which I have fixed for myself. But when would I accomplish the 100 mile goal?
My mission
To jog-bicycle around the world, climb the mountains, swim the seas and soar the skies. Since they are not remotely possible, I settled for a daily dose of spiritual triathlon -- jogging, cycling and meditation -- necessarily in that order. My idea of a spiritual triathlon is 10 miles of jogging and 10 miles of cycling followed by an hour of meditation. I sincerely feel that not less than a spiritual marathon can tame the mind and mould it the way you want it to. So go ahead and have fun taking a dekko at my spiritual athleticism. But don't forget to drop in a word or two on how you feel about my blog and my way of life. Your advice is always valuable to go that extra length to the Garden of Eden
Food for cycling thought
A Zen Teacher saw five of his students return from the market, riding their bicycles. When they had dismounted, the teacher asked the students, "Why are you riding your bicycles?"
The first student replied, "The bicycle is carrying this sack of potatoes. I am glad that I do not have to carry them on my back!" The teacher praised the student, saying, "You are a smart boy. When you grow old, you will not walk hunched over, as I do."
The second student replied, "I love to watch the trees and fields pass by as I roll down the path." The teacher commended the student, "Your eyes are open and you see the world."
The third student replied, "When I ride my bicycle, I am content to chant, nam myoho renge kyo." The teacher gave praise to the third student, "Your mind will roll with the ease of a newly trued wheel."
The fourth student answered, "Riding my bicycle, I live in harmony with all beings." The teacher was pleased and said, "You are riding on the golden path of non-harming."
The fifth student replied, "I ride my bicycle to ride my bicycle." The teacher went and sat at the feet of the fifth student, and said, "I am your disciple."
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