When the PM got up at
AM to attempt the Guinness, a sundry synthesis of students,
soldiers and spectators woke with him to set the records straight. His RSS
feeds were delivered over a turquoise yoga mat, paying tribute with the tri-color
draped around the yogi doing the yoga. June 21, 2015 was all about mantra,
mudra and of course, Modi.
No he wasn’t twisted
around like a golden pretzel like Ram Dev and nor was he draped with the yoga toga that seems to have no problem in convincing nervous followers to close
their eyes while exercising. Not that elastic Baba is anything but a grandiose Guru.
But the glorious nirvana rays were on Narada Modi today.
Today was not about
the poses. Or the exotic dance form. Today was about the asanas that the world knew
correctly to identify; one more to the added dictionary of Karma. Thankfully
there was no sad in the Sadbhavana that Modi preached for. This mass
demonstration was a mass celebration that comes at a rare sight; without the
violence and protests and screams of incoherent rattle. Instead of the clichéd retired,
aged sages were students along the path at Rajpath; for once teaching the elders
to practice.
And as the sun finished
up its Suryanamaskar, the rains immediately came down for a performance of their own.