Saturday, January 31, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
A not-to be missed part of the Mahasatsang is the Q&A with Sri Sri. A few nuggets:Q: Do you believe in rebirth?Sri Sri: I don't believe in it. I KNOW (there is).
Q: Guruji, you have visited so many places around the world. Which is your favourite place?Sri Sri: (touches his heart) Right here.
How many of you have IPOD? Everybody should have IPOD. Do you know the meaning of IPOD? It means Inner Peace and Outer Dynamism. Got it?
Q: I want to develop patience. What should I do?Sri Sri: I will tell you next year.
Q: Who are you?Sri Sri: First find out who you are. Then you will automatically know who I am.
Q: What does Rama mean?Sri Sri: You know the English word radiance. Ray comes from the sanskrit root rA... rA means ray, rashmi, light. So radiance comes from rA. You know the English word me comes from the Sanskrit root mA. mA means me. So Rama means the light in me, the light in my heart, the light within me. That is the real meaning of Rama, ok?
rAti means giver, btw. So where did this whole thing about rA being ray originating from rA theory come up? Like an egg pulled out of the magician's beard (and we at least have the beard here)! Please see for yourself. Similarly, "me" did not come from mA or any other Sanskrit word. If one were to stretch it far enough, one could at best get to mama (mum-uh and not maamaa) which means mine and its root is in aham (I). But there is no clear connection to that.
Friday, January 23, 2009
I believe there is a particular way to eating Bengal sweetmeats. I suppose this is a class of sweetmeats which have a rosagulla like texture and constitution to any part of a fragment. I think the whole piece must be taken in, pressed to the roof with the terminal sulcus ensuring that most of the juice flows along the lateral border and into the receptacle temporarily constructed beneath the tongue. Wash your mouth in that juice and let some of it seep back into the porous pads of the sweatmeat (surprise!) and slowly chew on it. Slowly. Very slowly.
Monday, January 19, 2009
The man who reforms society is still caught in society, being free from conditioning he will act in his own way, which will act again upon society. So our problem is not reformation, how to improve society, how to have a better Welfare State, whether communist or socialist or what you will. It is not an economic or political revolution, or peace through terror. For a serious man these are not the problems. His real problem is to find out whether the mind can be totally free from all conditioning and thereby perhaps discover, in that extraordinary silence, that which is beyond all measurement.
K, London, 17th June 1955
I was walking back home with my daughter. She has inherited very less of my physical features (which is good) but mirrors a lot of my inner being (the goodness of which I am undecided about). She is the only person on earth who readily and effortlessly connects to my thoughts and views and like a flowing river cleanses the water that was once there. Our thoughts and inner unrest cohere on such excursions into silent worlds and still paths - as paths inherently are; isn't it amazing that the path we take to go somewhere doesn't go anywhere? All the grand movement of the world has been along paths which are still there, perhaps repaired, but dustily there - where unrelated topics swerve into deep conversations.
Friday, January 16, 2009
The Bharatanatyam dance performance by a team (I didn't record the name) was very good. This group had used a contemporary score for their performance and I thought it was very well choreographed. Of course, I couldn't notice the details as I was standing way behind (hence the poor quality of the photograph) but they were very good on stage. I have invariably seen Bharatanatyam performed to traditional pieces but this was a bit of a fusion though the dance steps remained standard Bharatanatyam. Quite enjoyed their performance.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
The lake was beautiful in that the waters reflected the state of the traveller who stopped by to admire its clear waters. What seemed clear from far or hearsay clouded as a common man approached. He who arrived with the intent of cleansing himself of all sins found the water dirty. Parents scolded their children for drinking from this lake leaving children confused as to why their wise seniors forbade them from sipping the cleanest of waters. Those who dipped their hands in the water and let it remain there saw their entire life re-lived on their palms in shimmering waves of memory constructed on the most astute recollection. Those who dived in never came out the same and the fear of that unknown change led many a man to merely dip his toes and rush before he was pulled in although the lake was never known to do that except in the myths. Several well meaning men had built fences around the lake to prevent harm but those fences had mysteriously vanished giving rise to stories of the monstrous lake's designs of expanding and the inevitable day when all will be consumed in the devious waters of Shimitonga. Some even said that the entire world was Shimitonga and hence people should worship what was visible in the form of the lake. Those who arrived at its shore with an unimpressed mind and those who came to the shore drawn more by a lost path than the fame of the lake found the lake to be beautiful in the thirst it quenched and the peaceful water that reflected all Time. Thus, the beauty of the lake gained several tones.
The lake was also mysterious in the fauna it housed. People said they saw birds fly out the water and back in there. Fishes of the most incandescent scales swam in schools alongside fins that belonged to bodies that seemed to be carved off granite. Lions were seen walking on the surface before they descended below without causing a ripple. But how could tigers and deer breathe under water, they asked? By taking in what they want and not resisting what was around them, the wise replied.
Such were the stories that surrounded this lake whose banks God and Devil had chosen for their morning stroll. The waters reached occasionally to wash their feet while being absorbed in the Devil's. They had had a wonderful banquet last night and the taste of wine was still on their tongue while their teeth dug themselves deeper hoping for some of that delicious veal.
God was talking about a recent discussion he had had in his chamber. Some of his friends had come over for a drink as was usually the cause for a visit and had stumbled upon thoughts which led to conversations about the notion of freedom. It seems the overcrowded tete-a-tete had tricked them into emptying the bottomless carafe without pausing long enough to savour the wine.
"And it was the wine of orchids in a stew of grapes from Bakhu and the first melt of the Gaumukh. It might just have been water."
"Quite an interesting discussion it must have been."
"To what purpose is a discussion that leaves the tongue insensate and the mind forgetful of time?"
"The finest, dear brother."
God shook his head and in boredom caught an intruding sparrow and hurtled it into the Shimitonga. The Devil whistled to a crocodile which swallowed the sparrow and dived deep. Those who saw this made the devil of the crocodile and the waters viler.
"It leaves one cluttered, dear brother."
"How could you and your friends ever be confused? Aren't you the rulers of the world and Time?"
"Once you are done mocking, Devil, let me know your views."
"On Freedom? There is hardly anything to say there. Those who know, are free. Being free is not being without bondage but deriving life from that freedom. Such a life too is free."
"Hardly makes any sense and it is rather vain of you to assume that you can summarise what vexed us for a whole long afternoon."
The Devil saw what was to come and smiled.
"Perhaps you are right. Maybe I haven't done justice to such a taxing subject. Allow me time to ponder. Not an entire afternoon but..."
They continued walking and an elephant trumpeted a fountain of kingfishers back into the lake. They smiled when the same elephant ran a good distance along the lake before leaping into becoming a dolphin that dived into the lake.
"It is never the same animal, you know."
"Yes, and it is only to Shimitonga that I allow such choice."
"You are very kind, dear brother. Who sits there?"
God squinted his eyes at the distant figure and the skies clouded. There he sat on a single rock near the middle of the lake. Arvidor was crouching over the rock and smiling, perhaps at his reflection?
"I think he cannot see his reflection in the waters."
"Why? Someone as hated as he can only see steel instead of waters?"
"Then the reflection would still form. Jokes apart, he cannot see his reflection because the lake absorbs whatever of him that is available, including his image. What then is left to reflect?"
"Why? What is so beautiful in his visage? He is a corrupt man, dear brother, your foremost disciple."
"Indeed my foremost disciple and corrupt as any free man can be."
"He is free!? You are verily muddled in your head, my friend. How can one who is hated by all, shunned by all, feared by all be ever free?"
"Isn't that required to be free? He who will be loved must act in order to be lovable by the few that surround him by whatever means he can employ. He will be loved, but never free. He who must be a saint, must act saintly and not necessarily Rightly in order to be revered. He will be worshiped, but never free. Arvidor acts not for the other but for Rightness alone. How can any breathing body love him for long?"
"Oh! Devil. You are such a romantic. Forever arguing for something that is pure imagination. Why would anyone care about Rightness in a far cave where food and water is refused? Why would anyone utter the Right when cast out of every fertile village and virgin's bed? Why would anyone look heavenward," and God swallowed, "or hellward when no pitcher tilts to whet his desiccated guts and no palm extends to help him from the gutter of his own imagination?"
"So that he can be like Arvidor, fishing the juiciest trouts that he creates for his own appetite!"
"What? Who can create other than me?"
"A man who is truly free."
"Rubbish! No man can ever live on this earth and create when I disallow him to."
"But he is not on your earth, my friend. He is in Shimitonga's world on a rock given to him by Shimitonga. How can you ever revoke what is Shimitonga's? The power that be Shimitonga's is beyond your censure or mine, hence it is so hated. Would not every man hate such a power when made visible in all its details? Isn't our repute clinging heavily to our invisibility and their ignorance? Shimitonga has found a mate in Arvidor and Shimitonga's power can be usurped only by destroying all this world and Shimitonga and recreating one without Shimitonga but all the same human beings and creatures who shall reward your act with the same ignorance."
"Stop it! Don't tempt me. It was your idea to let Shimitonga be."
"And I do not regret it as you do. Why blame Shimitonga for Arvidor's worth? Your anger should only be leveled against the man on the rock and not the power that created the rock for him. Burn him, my friend, for he stands singularly against You and all your devotees."
"Why do you ask me to burn your foremost minion?"
"Because he is not my minion and you cannot burn him while he sits there."
"Surely he will leave his perch."
"For a world as ignorant as this? Surely he will, but Shimitonga well spread His waters wherever he goes and you will still be limited in your powers to destroy."
"Why does Shimitonga regard him so highly?"
"Because he is free by his own accord and not as a means to gain favour - Yours or Mine. Arvidor loves not because he is lonely nor in supplication. He learns not to achieve nor to subjugate. He wields his sword not to rend the air with fear nor to amass followers and armies. He speaks not to beguile nor to spite. He walks not to reach anywhere. He eats not to fill his gut nor because there is a bottomless carafe with the finest liquor of orchids and Bakhu grapes. He is kind not to gain favour - Yours or his. He plows the field not for a bounty nor to scar the earth. He takes not more than what he can give and he gives before he takes. He creates not in order to rule or gain repute from them but because every fibre in his being wishes to create. And then he moves on though nothing changes. He bows his head to the wise men of the seas but with his eyes open. He kisses their palm because that is how one must treat those palms. He rides the horse faster than air because he doesn't know how fast air can whip through these worlds. He lives in innocence and dies every moment to knowledge. He who is not held by gold chains or be a lavaliere held by the worshipers' words, he who doesn't act according to the past or for a future, he who smiles effortlessly and walks without a weight other than his respect for this earth, he who toils not for crowns and crowds but for the task's worth and correctness, he who loves all with unequal due and flogs all with the most equipoised scourge, he whose conduct is not as if life that is centred on him but life that is centred on Rightness which every nightingale knows in its first tweet, he, Arvidor, is a free man. He is truly alone. He is what every man should look up to. He sits there where no one can harm him."
God's nostrils flared to hear Arvidor be spoken of in such exalting words. His knuckles cracked thunderbolts in the sky and the colour of his blood seeped across the never ending canvas. Arvidor looked up and smiled. He rubbed a beautiful white and orange fish from between his palms. He let it into the lake and it swept golden waves in its wake. Shimitonga which had always reflected the skies on its waters, refused to do so now. Shimitonga sparkled a beautiful iridescent blue which the skies were forced to reflect and the gloom melted away.
God smiled and turned around.
"What? Not interested in the walk anymore?"
"Well no. I have to invite my friends over to conclude the discussion of yesterday."
"And there is a conclusion?"
"Yes. No free man can ever exist on earth. My earth. What happens in the Shimitonga is - as everyone knows - but an illusion."
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
It was yesterday when I was feeling on a high (sweet dreams, world going to the dogs) when I perchance found my dear friend online on GMail's chat services. It is very rare that one finds a person effortlessly reflecting and complementing one's thoughts as well as my friend does. Here is a snippet of the conversation because it contains in it a gem of a thought! :-D
Homo Hopelus: Dumb spiral spearmints?
Homo Incredulus: :)
Homo Hopelus: hello
Homo Incredulus: you know, I like your translations compared to the actual one :)
Homo Hopelus: but of course
I take the obvious out of the not-so-obvious
all that remains is not-so
how have you been?
Homo Incredulus: it was a hectic week
Homo Hopelus: good
must be feeling happy
Homo Incredulus: too many meetings...
i was torn between being homicidal and suicidal
Homo Hopelus: oh ok
you must have looked like most human beings I get to meet nowadays
or most human beings
Homo Incredulus: you are absolutely right!
let me call my mothership and give them this good news...
Homo Hopelus: what is good news?
I thought human beings still existing was bad news
Homo Incredulus: oh no no
we need human beings for our own survival
Homo Hopelus: really?
Homo Incredulus: who will do all the dirty work of human beings are not there?
Homo Hopelus: this is news!
There would be no dirty work, m'mselle
you miss the point
eliminate human beings and there is nothing dirty left on earth
hence, no work is dirty
Homo Incredulus: hmmm you have a point
Homo Hopelus: all will be beautiful!
Homo Incredulus: but you see, we dont want to miss the pattern this nature is having...
Homo Hopelus: Nature has gone tipsy
bribed by the champagne that man fed Her
Homo Incredulus: oh well, i always thought nature was a little drunk when she
gave an intution to man to use his thumb
Homo Hopelus: :-)
you don't like people operating the lift?
Homo Incredulus: nor their cell phones
Homo Hopelus: ooooooh! YES!
That is one helluva no-no
off with their thumbs
Homo Incredulus: exactly
you know over the course of evolution, there is always a species higher than the rest...
be it in power or in (mis)using the environment
humans have to wait for the next big thing thats all...
Homo Hopelus: Britney Spears!!
Homo Incredulus: :D
Homo Incredulus: your blog
tell me one thing...
Homo Hopelus: I wrote nothing today...
Homo Incredulus: 26th baba
Homo Hopelus: Oh that!
Homo Incredulus: a terrorist held a british man at gun point and asked him if he was a
brit if you were in that situation, what would you have done?
tell the terrorist that you are really a brit or not?
Homo Hopelus: I would have asked him why he needs a gun to elicit that info from me?
Homo Incredulus: come on man
Homo Hopelus: I would have given him 2 pieces of cord and asked him to tie my hands
and legs to assure himself that I am not running away
Homo Incredulus: hmm...
if you were alive that is
in that situation, perhaps I would honestly lie
Homo Hopelus: maybe I would
but I am not sure
in the state I am in
where I care a damn about living
I might just ask him which nationality will surely get me killed
and tell him that I come from there
but jokes apart
I think I would say I am brit
though, 99.99% I would not give a boolean answer
Homo Incredulus: i am sure of that!
Homo Hopelus: :-D
Homo Incredulus: i am sure your answer will not be less than 20 words either
if not a lecture
Homo Hopelus: I would ensure that he drops the gun and doesn't go about this
but that is life
Homo Incredulus: hmm...maybe
Homo Hopelus: I think honesty is not about mechanical truth
Homo Incredulus: :-)
in your post, you have equated honesty to truth
Homo Hopelus: I think it is fun when people lie to tease to surprise or out of simple fear
Homo Incredulus: which, i dont believe in
Homo Hopelus: like your parents asking you whether you ate your greens
Homo Incredulus: hmm...
Homo Hopelus: I don't think so
I think I said that honesty is vital because it is rightness and the Truth
not sure though
I have to go back to my post for that...
Homo Incredulus: he he he
Homo Hopelus: but that is what I feel
Homo Incredulus: hmm...
Homo Hopelus: honesty is an enabler for a right environment
Homo Incredulus: "There is only one reason to be honest, because that is the Truth, that is rightness."
Homo Hopelus: exactly
which is not the same as saying honesty equated to truth
Homo Incredulus: right
Homo Hopelus: truth is the state of being true to one's soul
it is also the legal act of stating facts
which is important though not without a pinch of salt
Homo Incredulus: but isnt truth based on a standard set of assumptions and also on a set
of logical facts?
sun rises in the east --> this is true; always
Homo Hopelus: not sure I understand your earlier query
truth is, to me, being true
true to one's soul
one's vital nature
and one's environment
if I lie in order to bring harm directly or indirectly then it is not acceptable
if I lie to insidiously misrepresent reality, then it is not acceptable
Homo Incredulus: hmm...
Homo Hopelus: but the slight meanderings of truth in order to encompass the lightness of being and
enjoying life is fine, IMHO.
and that is Honest and not Humble
Homo Incredulus: :) i see
Homo Hopelus: so you see where I make the distinction?
Homo Incredulus: yeah
Homo Hopelus: If I am called upon to speak the truth as a representation of facts in order to
save someone or incriminate someone then I will
but that is something that can be performed by a video camera or any
and that is not of the soul
when I am called to be honest as a gesture of respect to my environment
and fellow human beings
Homo Incredulus: is you value truth more than humanity itself? doesnt a man deserve to atone?
Homo Hopelus: then that is something that concerns me
I am not sure I understand
atone for what?
Homo Incredulus: hang on a sec
Homo Hopelus: and what does that have to do with my being honest
Homo Incredulus: i broke my glasses and i have trouble reading today
Homo Hopelus: :-o
what happened to the lenses?
Homo Incredulus: ditched them!
Homo Hopelus: :-)
Homo Incredulus: you mentioned that if you are called upon to speak the truth to incriminate
someone then you will
Homo Hopelus: or incriminate myself, then yes
Homo Incredulus: isnt is possible that if you lie about it, that "someone" may atone for his mistakes
or whatever he has done and in the end might actually have a shot at being a
better human being?
Homo Hopelus: valid question
Homo Incredulus: there could be circumstances surrounding the mistake done by that man and
maybe our society would have driven that man to do that mistake in the first place
Homo Hopelus: but do I have the wisdom to realise that he will atone
or that it is for him to atone
Homo Incredulus: maybe not
Homo Hopelus: exactly
Homo Incredulus: but maybe you do
Homo Hopelus: in the absence of concrete information, honesty is surest vine to cling to
Homo Incredulus: hmm...
Homo Hopelus: but as always, there will be times when the mind/soul would guide one's tongue
differently nothing is written on stone as to how a man should live...
Homo Incredulus: nope