“Exactly,” Guruji smiled. “That is the highest yoga. Samatvam —equanimity. The sweet payasam touching the spicy injipuli is not a disaster. It is life. Your joy touching your sorrow, your success touching your failure… do you reject the leaf? No. You eat it all with gratitude.”
Unni had spent years chasing corporate success in Bengaluru. He returned home with a burnt-out mind, a bloated belly, and a deep disdain for the chaos of modern life. He decided to “find himself” in the Himalayas. But after three months of freezing silence in an ashram, he felt emptier than before. malayalamyogi
He started a humble YouTube channel. No fancy studios. Just him in a mundu (traditional cloth) on his terrace, explaining Upanishads using Kalaripayattu moves, teaching pranayama through the rhythm of Theyyam drums, and showing how to find samadhi while waiting for a delayed Kerala State Road Transport Corporation bus. “Exactly,” Guruji smiled
For the first time, Unni tasted coffee. Really tasted it. The bitterness, the warmth, the silence between sips. That was his first dhyana (meditation). The sweet payasam touching the spicy injipuli is
Unni returned to his software job, but he was no longer “Unni the engineer.” He became —not by renouncing the world, but by embracing it in his own language.