Defence
preparedness...!!
It
is not available as yet, when it comes to our internal stupidities...
The
way we 'elect' our decision makers is ample evidence of both, our
stupidity in abundance and the abundant-lack of defence preparedness
about it! (A very large part of needless loss of life owes to
stupidity of decision makers, when we look at Indo-china war of
1962)...
When
the Patton Tank famed for its bullet-proof body, got defeated, the
soldiers got their due share of appreciation (maybe in a
wholesale-deal), but the people who innovated the technology in a
record time, and made this 'conquest' possible remain unnoticed, not
just un-sung!.. Nothing prevented us from remembering them,
applauding them, compensating them with possible-token-benefits...
But the decision makers happened to patronise 'stupidity' which they
so abundantly represent, of the voters, by the voters, and for the
voters! Evidence of this is to be deduced from the speed with which
the display of these 'tanks' was abruptly withdrawn! The victim's
body can carry bits/particles of the weapon of murder ... (this is
the forensic-science-prescribed theory).. The victim, the tank, when
started receiving too much attention from not-so-casual looking
admirers, the stupidity got discovered! Very much like the spiritual
tools, the 'head' of the propellant needed a material that can resist
a deflection and deformity from the material it intends to
penetrate.. Mind deflects most of the primitive spiritual tools!
The basic concept being kept in tact, the Master devices newer and
newer materials to resolve this deflection/deformity weapon of the
mind!...
......
The
granny gave an unsought-for explanation!..
“He
likes to read only news papers” she said, 'and not even toys
interest him so much' she added (that was in case I am not
so-much-impressed with her declaratory first-half..!!)
'Yes
I can see' , I responded.... and added, 'that way, two things become
obvious!.. He is so sure of what he 'knows-now'... and secondly,
you do not have to bother about disposing old or even fresh
newspapers (wait until it dawns on him, that distinction... I told
myself!).. nor do you need a paper shredder while he is around'...
(that 'paper shredder' bit, she couldn't grasp so easily, but
consoled herself, that it had more to do with disposal of paper
rather than disposal of her 'judgement-about-that-baby'...!!)...
And I continued my observation as if I was viewing discovery-channel,
while the granny got busy pounding the betel nut (the betel nut was a
'bill not acceptable in its present form' by her tooth less
craving-for-betel-leaves mouth!)... her composure seemed to say,
'Ah... you try to learn from the kid—an outsourced way—but me,
ain't I the producer's producer of that kid?' (that was the only
qualification-certificate she needed to carry around that place, to
have things, her-way!)... Jai Ho!
...
An
elderly relative of mine, (related through my spouse), who had spent
some 60 odd years, 'seeking' and was now so thorough with texts and
scriptures, happened to stay overnight...
He
insisted that we lay our beds nearby each other... It suited me
well... It was the peak of my spiritual practices, and the 4th
Saandhya-kaal, the meeting points held significant traditionally (two
of them when day and night meet, and the other two when the day and
the night peaks!),... that 4th saandhya-kaal was what I used to
eagerly wait for, and his desire to have a 'sine-die chat' while the
lights are not a problem, nor is the body's posture (lying down...
he was a chronic and acute asthamatic!!!)... The chat was obviously
matching the experience of mine, with theory of his-data-bank! He
helped me to understand better about what was happening with me!
(Almost like an automated search, experience-sensitive-search—not
just word/case sensitive—and also assisted by a 'pdf-file reader'
with an audio-video enabled monitor! Focus was effortless! Just
listening with eyes closed, and watching one's breath! The very
variation in the tone revealed the level of focus I had to adjust,
while handling its slider within me! An experience within
experience!
Surprise
awaited me the next morning! He chose to miss the usual tablets, and
that puff-inhaler, to wait for its early symptoms, which announces
the choice of intensity of the assortment of medicines he carried in
a large plastic box (light weight, the plastic container!)... I
looked puzzled, and he seemed to await for that puzzled expression to
make the “best of his observations ever!” (health-wise, it also
turned out to be the most precious of his observations.. his
health..)...
He
said, “At least during the past two decades, I never slept so
well...!” (and then he proceeded to explain, as to what
constitutes a 'good sleep'... starting with dream-free sleep,
enhanced rejuvenation of cells, restoration of nervous strength, drop
in metabolic activity, etc... all this was from his
'well-read-memory' while the conclusions were based on experience of
drop in symptoms of his ailment! He drew a deep breath, and said,
'See! It is so effortless right now!'...
He
allowed the observations to sink-in-me, for a while and then asked
the difficult question.. difficult to answer, not to understand the
question itself.. “what did you do?”...
I
went blank! He was very good at listening (even the 'blank'... He
had attended several of lectures by eminent speakers like Shri JK-ji,
... silent speaker like Shri RamanaMaharishi, and the tough speaker
like Shri Chandasekara Saraswathi (the only one of the few pontiffs,
who are 'said-to-have-seen-it'!).. and others of the same breed!...
So,
he explained further.. “I was looking at myself, my physiology, the
things that I ate recently, the rate of medicines-intake till last
night, the anticipated after effects to be expected, not disregarding
the rate of travel during the past week, etc... and ruled out the
positive effects of all these, while the negative effects
had-to-bear-fruits!... By the process of Neti-neti... all the
pointers seem to be directed towards you!” It almost felt like a
public prosecutor effortlessly handling an open-and-shut case, just
producing evidences, and 'showing' that arguments seem redundant!
“...Maybe
'through-me'....” was all that I could manage to offer as a
counter-defensive! (Our law provides for insanity as an alibi, when
all else fails!).... It worked!!! He did not choose to delve any
further...
But
I was left with a puzzle! That..... initiated a unique kind of
self-search, and led to a distinct style of self-discovery! It
served a unique purpose... it gave amazing insights of wonderful
kinds! It 'educated' me on possibilities which are intangible to
senses/sensory levels of perception.. it revealed to me that
astrological studies are 'also' meant to tell us how to turn negative
factors in our favour!.. It revealed to be, why certain people
become unavailable to certain kinds of negative energies, while yet
another set of similar people insulate others too (maybe consciously
or otherwise... the uninsulated electric wire 'shocks' and
electrician and a layperson alike, when contacted... the wire
itself is innocent to the extent that it does not carry a fuse wire
somewhere nearby it, to enable itself to short-circuit the energy it
permeates!)...
It
was only during our next meeting that I could manage to show my
reverence to that elder, loading every bit of gratitude that I could
gather out of me!
The
next mission was to look at that tiny shrub we know as
'touch-me-not'...!!! And mercifully, it was in abundance in the land
which 'naturally' patronises tantric sciences too.. We know that
land also as 'God's own country'!... Certain places create a very
congenial ambiance there for the 'process' of discovery of self (its
potentials!)...
And
so, I discovered that the baby who tears up the newspaper is just in
a great hurry... We as adults, need not tamper the evidence always,
and mutilate ourselves, in so many ways, further messing up our body,
mind, and our future too, in the very process! (If we allow, a guide
can step in... otherwise, we are the owners of the choice,
always,... anyways!).
Psn
(19th January, 2014)
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