The Simple Life ...pursuing sisterhood

    Getting ready for office .. making sure my clothes match and stuffing the jewellery and make up in my bag ..hoping I would still manage to catch the 7.40 BMTC bus. My high heels make it hard for me to run .. but I manage. Ah .. there it comes and a sigh of relief. A crowded journey till my stop .. and on the way a nun boards the bus. She smiles at the lady conductor . She seems like a regular traveller.
    I try to look closer and deeper. I think of all the things that must have led her to take such a vow to commit to God. How can they ask her to love but not fall in love? May be you need to be above all the seven deadly sins .. but isnt that what makes us humans! Getting outta the chain of thoughts I looked at her again.. she looked middle aged . so may be she was a widow .. or divorced .. failed love may be or just the 'calling' to serve God. She was kind and simple. She was wearing a brown sari with a crucifix necklace and thats it. 

    Now this is where I get self obsessed and think of myself. I wonder .. what if I were to become a nun. My first thought was not if I could help other people .. it was .. would I wear that brown sari with just a chain and simple shoes .. for the rest of my life! Will I be able to let go of all my luxuries and lead a religious life. The very fact I didnt think of serving people first .. shows how I can never become a nun. But even if I did .. I surely try to help people in my own sort of way .. I couldnt think of living a life with mere basics and chastity. Sisterhood is fine ... but the simple life.. now thats just too Paris hilton for me.

Not so simple
Me.