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How do I apply his teachings in daily life and mundane activities?
Bringing Sri Ramana Maharshi’s insights into everyday moments turns routine into a quiet revolution. Instead of letting chores, emails or traffic jams steamroll awareness, pause and slip into the simple question, “Who am I?”
Morning momentum: Before diving into news feeds or Slack notifications, steal a few breaths to settle attention inward. That ten-second check-in—inquiring “To whom does this thought arise?”—grounds the day in presence rather than autopilot.
Household hustle: Washing dishes becomes a moving meditation when awareness sticks to the tiny gap between in- and out-breath. Every sudsy plate is a chance to notice thoughts drifting off, then gently escort them back to the heart’s silent field.
Digital distractions: Social media scrolls and pings can feel like quicksand for the mind. The next time a notification buzzes, resist the knee-jerk tap. Instead, shine the Self-inquiry torch on the urge itself: “Who is pulling me toward this?” Often, the impulse evaporates in the spotlight.
Workplace warp-speed: Meetings, deadlines and Zoom fatigue can trigger that familiar adrenaline spike. A discreet inward question—“What is experiencing this tension?”—cuts through stress like a hot knife through butter. Colleagues stay none the wiser, but the sense of overwhelm loses its grip.
Evening unwind: Before sleep, let go of day’s to-do lists by resting attention at the heart, as if settling into a well-worn armchair. Noticing the space around thought-waves creates a natural lullaby, far more effective than any white-noise app.
In a world chasing hacks and efficiency tips, Sri Ramana’s message is beautifully countercultural: the simplest practice—turning inward—outperforms any productivity guru’s toolkit. Whether stuck in commuter traffic in New York or brewing chai in Mumbai, that single question illuminates every corner of experience. Over time, the boundary between “daily life” and “spiritual practice” blurs until only one seamless dance of presence remains.