The Great Transformer
Posted on January 30, 2012 | Add Comment
This excerpt from Eknath Easwaran appeared in the Winter 2008 issue of our quarterly Blue Mountain journal.
“In my college days in India I was on the debating team, and I enjoyed debating very much. I enjoyed preparing ahead of time to present both sides of the issues that the debating masters proposed. And when facing a well-spoken and well-prepared opponent, I enjoyed the intensity of debate itself. For me it had all the drama of an athletic event, with its possibilities for mastery of a difficult skill and for grace under pressure.
“What I didn’t like, however, was the feeling of intense stage fright that I felt for about an hour before each debate was to begin. During that hour, I suffered all the well-known symptoms of this common malady: sweaty palms, irregular breathing, a pounding heart, and, worst of all, the question that would go through my mind over and over: Why did I ever join the debating society? And the anguished answer: I wish I never had! I can’t go through with this; I can’t go through with this.
“I was a young Hindu boy, from a small village in Kerala State, South India, and it was my first year at a Catholic college where English was the medium of instruction. All debating was, of course, done in English. I had studied English in my high school, but it was not my native language. Needless to say, I felt insecure about my abilities to speak English on the debating platform.
“There I was, just starting my college career, with a love for public speaking and especially for debating, about to give it all up because I couldn’t bear that hour of terror before stepping up onto the platform. Yes, it was unreasonable; but it seemed an obstacle I just couldn’t overcome.
“Then I went to my grandmother, my spiritual teacher, and asked her what to do about the anxiety that gripped me whenever I had to stand and speak before an audience. She told me not to dwell on the anxiety, but just to keep repeating in my mind the words Rama, Rama, Rama. I knew this was a mantram that my granny used. When I was a child, I used to wake up every morning in our spacious ancestral home to the sweet sound of her singing her mantram as she swept the courtyard with her coconut fiber broom. At that time I didn’t give the mantram much thought; it was just something I heard every morning from the lips of someone I loved very deeply.
“So I knew that Rama was used as a prayer or mantram, but I wasn’t a particularly devout young man, and my unspoken reaction to my granny’s advice was, ‘That’s too easy, too simple, too miraculous.’ I was skeptical, but such was my love for my grandmother that I tried it anyway. ‘I hope it works,’ I said, and the next time I sat on the platform waiting my turn to speak, I kept repeating the mantram in my mind. It seemed to help.
“After that, whenever I was called upon to debate, I would silently repeat the mantram beforehand, and after a while I said, ‘I think it works.’ I would still get a few butterflies in my stomach, but I no longer suffered from a pounding heart and irregular breathing.
“Then I began to use it on any occasion that I found stressful. Today, after many years of using the mantram, I can say, on the strength of my own personal experience, ‘I know it works.’
“Thanks to the wisdom of my grandmother, I enjoyed debating throughout my college career, which was crowned by the day our team won the intercollegiate debating championship. Later in life, also due to her blessings, I have enjoyed two careers involving public speaking: one as a college professor of English and one as a teacher of meditation. And I have never been paralyzed by stage fright, all because I followed her simple advice to ‘just repeat Rama, Rama, Rama.’”
