Tation here is short for meditation and station is the regular railway station.
A few days ago, a blogger friend and I were yapping about how meditation (I shall call it tation from now), had affected our day to day lives. We decided to blog it.
Now that I am a published writer, I cant just write anything, you know. It has to be special. It has to be different. I should feel like writing it.
So today I was sitting on the doorstep of my house, watching the sunlight make shadows of leaves on the wall. And I called a new friend, someone I met at the tation camp I recently attended. This is what she yapped:
Before tation enters your life, you are like standing next to a fast moving train. The boggies are thoughts that pass through your mind at such speed that you cant make out what they are saying. There is a gap between two bogies, but ofcource you cant see it.
Once you start tationing, the train moves away a bit. You get a slight glimpse, if you are centered, of the gap between two compartments. But the din, the inner chatter is still continuos.
And when tation becomes your life, you are at the station. You see the train coming, (that is intiution), then you hear it, you see it slow down, it stops, you see the hyperactivity on the paltform as people rush about, then you say bye to the train, it pushes off, puff puff, and you happily unclutch from it. Then you chill with a newspaper and a cup of tea, till the next train of thoughts arrives.
And thats all, folks, about tation and station.