Guest guest Posted October 27, 1999 Report Share Posted October 27, 1999 Harsha, your laughter story enticed me to come out of the Satsangh closet and tell my story of the first day I met Papaji. After first arriving in Lucknow one was allowed to follow Papaji from the large morning satsang gathering into a small room. I was scooted in with about 10 other people and found myself about a foot directly in front of him and seated on the floor. I think people were talking with him but all I really remember is that he *twinkled* at me as I walked in and as soon as I was seated I burst into laughter for no reason at all. I laughed and laughed and rolled around, completely out of control but somehow managing to stay seated mostly upright. After a while Papaji and everyone else, including me, got up and walked outside, while the laughter just went on and on and on. He got into a van and was driven away to his house as I leaned against a wall in a weak-knee condition, taken over by laughter until I sank down in silent deep-body invisible laughing gratitude. xan Hi Janpa. I was a philosophy major as undergraduate. When I went back to graduate school for my MBA after some years, it was like a foreign language to me. In my first class, I sat close to some guys who played tic tack toe while the professor lectured. I sat between them so they passed the notes to each other through me. One day we had presentations. When I presented my materials to the class, these guys discretely (without the professor knowing) made faces at me and tried to make me laugh. After I was done, I came back to my seat and it was somebody else's turn. It was a young women very professionally dressed. As she went up to the podium, the guy next to me made sounds like porky pig and kept saying "that's all folks". As I tried to pay attention to this student's presentation, one of the guys elbowed me and passed me a note. It read, "Your presentation was really good." I acknowledged the note with a nod and a smile and tried to pay attention to the class. I was afraid that the teacher was starting to notice us. Another note was passed to me. It said, "You were good, but this girl's presentation totally sucks." Now I don't know what happened next but I started to suppress a laughter but could not do it. The teacher looked right at me and said, "Please share the joke with us." What could I say and share? Then I totally lost all control and started to laugh so hard, it stunned the class. I tried to pinch myself but to no avail. The laugher was continuous, loud, and like an unstoppable train rushing through me and I had no choice but to give into it. Laughing, with tears coming out of my eyes, I excused myself from the class. Now I was laughing like a madman in hallways, completely out of control. Professors started to look out to see what was going on. Then I ran to the bathroom as I felt that would be safest place in my current condition. I could not stop laughing there as well. I was laughing so hard that a person who was in the toilet quickly came out, washed his hands and left in a hurry. Finally, I was able to calm down after about 10 minutes. Then I thought about what to do. I wondered if they would kick me out of the class or the MBA program. I went back to class and apologized. Every one looked at me with lot of pity and no one said anything including the teacher. I sat with my head down. I was afraid the two guys who made laugh would make a face at me again and I would lose control. Laughing attempted to come but I prayed and pinched myself and made it through the class. For some reason, the professor did not hold it against me and I got an A in the class. Harsha > > > > ----------------- > Forwarded Message: > Subj: laughter > 10/27/99 7:04:24 PM Mountain Daylight Time > <A HREF="Xanma">Xanma</A> > <A HREF="NondualitySalon ">NondualitySalon om</A> > > Harsha, your laughter story enticed me to come out of the Satsangh closet > and tell my story of the first day I met Papaji. > > After first arriving in Lucknow one was allowed to follow Papaji from the > large morning satsang gathering into a small room. I was scooted in with > about 10 other people and found myself about a foot directly in front of him > and seated on the floor. I think people were talking with him but all I > really remember is that he *twinkled* at me as I walked in and as soon as I > was seated I burst into laughter for no reason at all. I laughed and laughed > and rolled around, completely out of control but somehow managing to stay > seated mostly upright. After a while Papaji and everyone else, including me, > got up and walked outside, while the laughter just went on and on and on. He > got into a van and was driven away to his house as I leaned against a wall in > a weak-knee condition, taken over by laughter until I sank down in silent > deep-body invisible laughing gratitude. > > xan > > > <Hi Janpa. I was a philosophy major as undergraduate. When I went back to > graduate school for my MBA after some years, it was like a foreign language > to me. In my first class, I sat close to some guys who played tic tack toe > while the professor lectured. I sat between them so they passed the notes to > each other through me. One day we had presentations. When I presented my > materials to the class, these guys discretely (without the professor knowing) > made faces at me and tried to make me laugh. After I was done, I came back to > my seat and it was somebody else's turn. It was a young women very > professionally dressed. As she went up to the podium, the guy next to me made > sounds like porky pig and kept saying "that's all folks". As I tried > to pay attention to this student's presentation, one of the guys elbowed me > and passed me a note. It read, "Your presentation was really good." I > acknowledged the note with a nod and a smile and tried to pay attention to > the class. I was afraid that the teacher was starting to notice us. Another > note was passed to me. It said, "You were good, but this girl's presentation > totally sucks." Now I don't know what happened next but I started to > suppress a laughter but could not do it. The teacher looked straight at me > and said, "Please share the joke with us." What could I say and share? Then I > totally lost all control and started to laugh so hard, it stunned the class. > I tried to pinch myself but to no avail. The laugher was continuous, loud, > and like an unstoppable train rushing through me and I had no choice but to > give into it. Laughing, with tears coming out of my eyes, I excused myself > from the class. Now I was laughing like a madman in hallways, completely out > of control. Professors started to look out to see what was going on. Then I > ran to the bathroom as I felt that would be safest place in my current > condition. I could not stop laughing there as well. I was laughing so hard > that a person who was in the toilet quickly came out, > washed his hands and left in a hurry. Finally, I was able to calm down after > about 10 minutes. Then I thought about what to do. I wondered if they would > kick me out of the class or the MBA program. I went back to class and > apologized. Every one looked at me with lot of pity and no one said anything > including the teacher. I sat with my head down. I was afraid the two guys > who made laugh would make a face at me again and I would lose control. > Laughing attempted to come but I prayed and pinched myself and made it > through the class. For some reason, the professor did not hold it against me > and I got an A in the class. > > Harsha > Harsha, your laughter story enticed me to come out of the Satsangh closet and tell my story of the first day I met Papaji. After first arriving in Lucknow one was allowed to follow Papaji from the large morning satsang gathering into a small room. I was scooted in with about 10 other people and found myself about a foot directly in front of him and seated on the floor. I think people were talking with him but all I really remember is that he *twinkled* at me as I walked in and as soon as I was seated I burst into laughter for no reason at all. I laughed and laughed and rolled around, completely out of control but somehow managing to stay seated mostly upright. After a while Papaji and everyone else, including me, got up and walked outside, while the laughter just went on and on and on. He got into a van and was driven away to his house as I leaned against a wall in a weak-knee condition, taken over by laughter until I sank down in silent deep-body invisible laughing gratitude. xan <Hi Janpa. I was a philosophy major as undergraduate. When I went back to graduate school for my MBA after some years, it was like a foreign language to me. In my first class, I sat close to some guys who played tic tack toe while the professor lectured. I sat between them so they passed the notes to each other through me. One day we had presentations. When I presented my materials to the class, these guys discretely (without the professor knowing) made faces at me and tried to make me laugh. After I was done, I came back to my seat and it was somebody else's turn. It was a young women very professionally dressed. As she went up to the podium, the guy next to me made sounds like porky pig and kept saying "that's all folks". As I tried to pay attention to this student's presentation, one of the guys elbowed me and passed me a note. It read, "Your presentation was really good." I acknowledged the note with a nod and a smile and tried to pay attention to the class. I was afraid that the teacher was starting to notice us. Another note was passed to me. It said, "You were good, but this girl's presentation totally sucks." Now I don't know what happened next but I started to suppress a laughter but could not do it. The teacher looked straight at me and said, "Please share the joke with us." What could I say and share? Then I totally lost all control and started to laugh so hard, it stunned the class. I tried to pinch myself but to no avail. The laugher was continuous, loud, and like an unstoppable train rushing through me and I had no choice but to give into it. Laughing, with tears coming out of my eyes, I excused myself from the class. Now I was laughing like a madman in hallways, completely out of control. Professors started to look out to see what was going on. Then I ran to the bathroom as I felt that would be safest place in my current condition. I could not stop laughing there as well. I was laughing so hard that a person who was in the toilet quickly came out, washed his hands and left in a hurry. Finally, I was able to calm down after about 10 minutes. Then I thought about what to do. I wondered if they would kick me out of the class or the MBA program. I went back to class and apologized. Every one looked at me with lot of pity and no one said anything including the teacher. I sat with my head down. I was afraid the two guys who made laugh would make a face at me again and I would lose control. Laughing attempted to come but I prayed and pinched myself and made it through the class. For some reason, the professor did not hold it against me and I got an A in the class. Harsha Harsha, your laughter story enticed me to come out of the Satsangh closet and tell my story of the first day I met Papaji. After first arriving in Lucknow one was allowed to follow Papaji from the large morning satsang gathering into a small room. I was scooted in with about 10 other people and found myself about a foot directly in front of him and seated on the floor. I think people were talking with him but all I really remember is that he *twinkled* at me as I walked in and as soon as I was seated I burst into laughter for no reason at all. I laughed and laughed and rolled around, completely out of control but somehow managing to stay seated mostly upright. After a while Papaji and everyone else, including me, got up and walked outside, while the laughter just went on and on and on. He got into a van and was driven away to his house as I leaned against a wall in a weak-knee condition, taken over by laughter until I sank down in silent deep-body invisible laughing gratitude. xan <Hi Janpa. I was a philosophy major as undergraduate. When I went back to graduate school for my MBA after some years, it was like a foreign language to me. In my first class, I sat close to some guys who played tic tack toe while the professor lectured. I sat between them so they passed the notes to each other through me. One day we had presentations. When I presented my materials to the class, these guys discretely (without the professor knowing) made faces at me and tried to make me laugh. After I was done, I came back to my seat and it was somebody else's turn. It was a young women very professionally dressed. As she went up to the podium, the guy next to me made sounds like porky pig and kept saying "that's all folks". As I tried to pay attention to this student's presentation, one of the guys elbowed me and passed me a note. It read, "Your presentation was really good." I acknowledged the note with a nod and a smile and tried to pay attention to the class. I was afraid that the teacher was starting to notice us. Another note was passed to me. It said, "You were good, but this girl's presentation totally sucks." Now I don't know what happened next but I started to suppress a laughter but could not do it. The teacher looked straight at me and said, "Please share the joke with us." What could I say and share? Then I totally lost all control and started to laugh so hard, it stunned the class. I tried to pinch myself but to no avail. The laugher was continuous, loud, and like an unstoppable train rushing through me and I had no choice but to give into it. Laughing, with tears coming out of my eyes, I excused myself from the class. Now I was laughing like a madman in hallways, completely out of control. Professors started to look out to see what was going on. Then I ran to the bathroom as I felt that would be safest place in my current condition. I could not stop laughing there as well. I was laughing so hard that a person who was in the toilet quickly came out, washed his hands and left in a hurry. Finally, I was able to calm down after about 10 minutes. Then I thought about what to do. I wondered if they would kick me out of the class or the MBA program. I went back to class and apologized. Every one looked at me with lot of pity and no one said anything including the teacher. I sat with my head down. I was afraid the two guys who made laugh would make a face at me again and I would lose control. Laughing attempted to come but I prayed and pinched myself and made it through the class. For some reason, the professor did not hold it against me and I got an A in the class. Harsha Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 28, 1999 Report Share Posted October 28, 1999 In a message dated 10/27/1999 10:59:58 PM Atlantic Daylight Time, Xanma writes: << Harsha, your laughter story enticed me to come out of the Satsangh closet and tell my story of the first day I met Papaji. After first arriving in Lucknow one was allowed to follow Papaji from the large morning satsang gathering into a small room. I was scooted in with about 10 other people and found myself about a foot directly in front of him and seated on the floor. I think people were talking with him but all I really remember is that he *twinkled* at me as I walked in and as soon as I was seated I burst into laughter for no reason at all. I laughed and laughed and rolled around, completely out of control but somehow managing to stay seated mostly upright. After a while Papaji and everyone else, including me, got up and walked outside, while the laughter just went on and on and on. He got into a van and was driven away to his house as I leaned against a wall in a weak-knee condition, taken over by laughter until I sank down in silent deep-body invisible laughing gratitude. xan >> Thanks for sharing Xan. Now that you are out of the Satsangha closet, stay out so we can see you! :-). Harsha Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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