Centro Aldaba

Todo el mundo estaba muy agitado, corriendo de un lado a otro, cuidando que todos los detalles estuvieran listos.

Era un día importante, Gururaj iba a dar una conferencia fuera de nuestro entorno, en el Centro Aldaba, un centro de mediatación y yoga que era lo mas puntero en el Madrid de aquellos años.

Yo aún no sabia de los "peligros" que corriamos al sacar "al Jefe" al publico general. Temiamos sus excentricidades o salidas de guión que eramos incapaces de comprender y controlar y nos asustaban sus ocurrencias como niños que ven a su padre en bañador dispuesto a divertirse.

Pero Gururaj siempre estaba un paso (o mil) por delante de nuestras mentes, y su proceder era exquisito.

Así transcurrio la conferencia, donde el contestaba preguntas, algunas disparatadas como ¿cuantas vidas tiene usted? y pacientemente fué desgranado su Verdad.

El ambiente lo percibí como de una sencillez lujosa, era el centro que todos soñabamos tener, buenas lamparas con luces indirectas, ambientes orientales y muebles de madera y calidad traidos de la India.

Hice unas cuantas fotos para registrar el momento, concretamente 8 y una de ellas es una foto a sus gafas, silenciosas y prácticas, esperando cuando volver a ser utiles, que reposaban en una mesita junto a las flores. Siempre me gustaron los detalles.

Pero lo que mas me llamó la atención fué compartir estancia con Carmelo Arregui, el padre de Mario, Chen, Nacho y Bego. La mayor saga familiar de la familia meditadora de España.

Carmelo era un hombre campechano, divertido, inteligente y hablador. Que estaba en contacto constante con sus hijos y sus inquientudes, hasta el punto de asistir, escuchar y dialogar esa tarde lluviosa con Gururaj.

La familia Arregui estaba casi al completo, 4 de ellos estaban allí y ver a Carmelo me lleno de tranquilidad y sosiego, era como si representara a todos los padres y cuando al terminar de forma privada y cercana le agradeció a Gururaj el trabajo que hacia por el mundo en general y por sus hijos en particular, entonces desee que también el mio estuviera alli.

Su presencia fué como recibir un marchamo de sensatez ante nuestra alocada juventud.

Gracias Carmelo.

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Aldaba Center

Everyone was very excited, running around and taking care of every detail to be ready.

It was an important day: Gururaj was giving a conference outside of our circle, in Aldaba Center, a meditation and yoga center very trendy in Madrid those days.

I was not aware yet about the “risks” of taking “the boss” out to the public: We feared his oddity and actions “outside the box” which we were unable to understand and control, and we were often scared of the “awkwardness” like a kid seeing his father in swimsuit ready to have some fun.

But Gururaj was always one step (or thousand) ahead of us, and his behavior was just perfect.

The conference went by, with Gururaj answering questions, some of them crazy like “how many lives do you have?”. He patiently went unveiling his Truth.

The atmosphere in the Center was some kind of luxury simplicity: it was the infrastructure that we all dreamt of having, with high quality lamps, oriental atmospheres and wooden furniture brough from India.

I took some photos to capture the moment: 8 to be accurate. One of them is a photo of his glasses, quiet and practical, laying on the little table next to the flowers, waiting to be used again. I always liked the details.

But one of the things that I remember the most was sharing the room with Carmelo Arregui, father of Mario, Chen, Nacho and Bego. The largest meditation family within the Spanish meditation family.

Carmelo was simple, funny, smart and talkative. He was always in touch with his kids and their worries, so much that he even came to listen and discuss with Gururaj in that rainy afternoon.

The Arregui family was almost full that day, 4 of them were present. Seeing Carmelo filled me with warmth and tranquility, it was like he was representing all the fathers. When, at the end, he privately thanked Gururaj for his work and for what he was doing for the world and his kids, I whished my dad was there too.

His presence was like receiving a label of sanity in our insane youth.

Thanks, Carmelo