Don’t Deepak Me, Bro
Reflecting on the First Season of My Podcast
Being a first-season podcaster who is in no way famous is not unlike being an intern at a public radio station. Or a waiter. It’s an excellent way to see how people act when they’re not being observed by anyone they think matters.
Once upon a time, I had the opportunity to meet Deepak Chopra. Not in an arranged, “meet Deepak Chopra!” kind of setting, but in my capacity as an intern at the public radio station in San Francisco.
My task was to escort him from the front desk, where he’d checked in with the receptionist, to the green room where I’d ask him if he would like anything to drink while he waited for the show’s producer to fetch him for his guest spot.
To say I was excited was an understatement. I’ve been a spiritual seeker since childhood, and I admired Mr. Chopra immensely. But I was determined to be professional, so I waited until he was comfortably seated and given a beverage before saying, “Mr. Chopra, it’s an honor to meet you. I admire your work greatly.”
I’ll never forget his response. As I stood holding my breath, waiting for precious drops of wisdom, he peered up at…
