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Thursday, September 03, 2026

A rare & unique Argument

 A rare & unique Argument 


Quite understandably, we use the term “argument” loosely+interchangeably with its nearby words like discussion, debate, conversation etc. Probably, the mathematical sense does a bit of justice to the word.


I just liked to quote a story, which seems to me, to be presenting a stubbornity as a ‘standing' argument ๐Ÿ˜œ.


Story:

Once, the desi saint, Madam Meera Bai, on her journey to somewhere, came close to a hillock. She came to know that a great Yogi resided on the top of that hill. Naturally, eager to meet anyone evolved and famous for their spiritual bijness, she attempted to climb on.

A disciple who stood guard at the foot of the hill stopped her saying :”my master doesn't give audience to females. I am ordered to prevent the females attempting to visit him”

Meera Bai, paused, and requested that disciple to convey her message to his “master”. The message was “Very sorry! I was under the illusion that there is only one Purusha( male) in this entire universe! I have come across a second one ๐Ÿ™”. And she walked away.

That disciple was a simpleton. He didn't know what to make out of such strange message. But his common sense stood in ‘good_stead’ for him. He ran up the hill, conveyed the message verbatim to his master. That yogi instantly understood the taunt at his stupid “standing argument” ( Won't see a female). He scurried down the hillock, ran after Meera Bai, prostrated with apologies+gratitude and became her_disciple.

Story over.


What happened to the “rule” that it is the Guru who decides upon a disciple?( If this question doesn't arise at all, to a reader, it could be due to one of the 2 reasons ๐Ÿ˜œ.  They could ‘sense’ the compliance in the hearsay_story, or they don't even know why it didn't occur ๐Ÿ˜ณ)



My head_on  collision with a rare argument:

“So…. there's no dhauti( a posture) for people like me eh????” Said a fresher to me at a center for backup support where i was volunteering for freshers to get their practices corrected.

I had no reply to this”argument”. He had a huge pot belly which  cannot allow his neck and head to bend forward to touch his knees in a kneeling posture๐Ÿ˜“


I surrendered to the ‘boss’ inwardly saying ”your turn Boss๐Ÿ‘…handle this argument ๐Ÿ™”


And then, I was used as a conduit pipe ๐Ÿ˜œ. The reply through me hit that guy hard like never before. He reached the that goddam posture silk smooth and took 2 minutes to regain his spine & head up ( normal kneeling). I was stupified ๐Ÿ˜ณ. He was in tears of gratitude. He stood up. I said “hey! We just started. Why did you stand up?” And he said “this was more than i can take today. I shall come later”( i don't think he returned soon. Never met him again, after that first meet).


I learnt ‘about’ argument and was taught about what a befitting reply can be ๐Ÿ˜œ.


If our ego can be called as our argument, not bothering about the English grammar in it etc… the hunt for a reply could take us ‘places’ ๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ™



Arguably yours,

psn(3 Sept, 2026)

Wednesday, September 02, 2026

Efficacy of Mantra

 Efficacy of Mantra


๐Ÿคฃ


Today, a flawless chanting happens, most often through a speaker box connected to studio_recorded audio storage digital_technology_enabled device ( A.I. can decide on our behalf, when to chant it)๐Ÿ™….  It's a fundamental right guaranteed under the Constitution to do what we ‘like’ . I respect it at least for fear of my life๐Ÿ˜œ ( not death ๐Ÿ˜ฅ… no point, fearing death, when that's the ONLY guarantee in ‘my’ life ๐Ÿ˜‚)


My sister exited her mortal frame while standing.  You don't have to believe me, though I am a witness to it, and I have zero benefits in even disclosing it (forget about me being truthful or lying about it… I was amply reassured by overhearing a message meant for my mom on 3rd day “I have arranged a decent send off for your daughter ๐Ÿ‘” from an enlightened Master ๐Ÿ˜œ. It merely confirmed my observations ๐Ÿ˜ฅ๐Ÿ™).  Exit point needs to be scrupulously accurate, if the direction of a projectile is pertinent ๐Ÿ™. A sensible soldier ensures the ‘exit’ track of his rifle to remain in Excellent condition, no matter if he doesn't get time to clean his own exit point after defecating, during a battle ๐Ÿ™ . His priorities decide his life!



Its not the bullet that decides the effect on a target, compared to the rifle, when efficacy is desired. A piece of hard substance that mimics a bullet can also do its job, if the rifle is super_efficient ๐Ÿ˜œ. So, a soldier doesn't need ‘advise’ to keep his rifle in a ‘best’ working condition ๐Ÿ™. Bullets remain ‘packed’ until use. Mantras are like bullets. The person is ‘the’ rifle. Unfortunately, the person who utters needs too many subtle_level sophistication to make it work.  At peak levels, a thought can substitute a set of syllables ๐Ÿ™, when the person ( rifle) is super_sophisticated ๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ™


My source of inquiry: In 1992, during a spiritual program, the teacher Warned “By any chance, if any of you guys REALLY turn meditative, I don't wish you to cause any harm to anyone or anything around you ๐Ÿ™. Your thoughts become potent ๐Ÿ˜ฅ. I do everything possible within me, to ensure that my meditators are positively aligned with existence. But I have limitations, when it comes to your personal choices”.

( Innumerable treasure hunts, emanated in me, with this warning ๐Ÿ˜œ. A sample item I started ”hunting” for : “How to find out if the meditation is happening well in a guy, among dozens of them sitting quietly, eyes closed???๐Ÿค” “...  They all ”look alike”. It took me 1½ decades to figure it out ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ˜ญ . Teacher won't tell me, and now I too won't, for similar reasons, if not his_SAME๐Ÿ˜ฅ. )



MANTRA : why is it going to be effective? (We are familiar today, with its ineffective functionality ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ˜‚….so much that, we don't ‘feel' like even_looking for its results ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘).


Why? ( It used to work damn well. For a constructive purpose, a blessing. For a destructive one, a curse!)


How?( Stringent requirements. The ‘machine’ which is a human frame. The chant, which is in CONFORMITY with quantum physics ๐Ÿ™. The ignition, which is the invocational chant with few tools! The target , which is vulnerable to the ‘hit’.... Etc)

When? ( The conditionalities of “how” being fulfilled. The person using it is very sure if the situation genuinely warrants it, to happen, through him too ๐Ÿ™).



Accidentally, even a rifle goes off ๐Ÿ˜œ. If the intended target is too unlucky, a ricochet can hit him ( too close to the strong wall ๐Ÿ˜‚). So also with any ‘energy' that gets hurled.


Today's scenario:   I had to be on the ‘lookout’ for freak_occurences to find out the ‘secrets’ related to what they ‘call’ as Mantra ๐Ÿ˜ฅ๐Ÿ™( guys with certainty of its results are scarce ๐Ÿ˜ฅ).


Joke on myself by divinity ๐Ÿ˜ญ : A sure/pucca source mocked at me saying : “ You idiot, be informed…. The best among known Mantras CEASES to be a mantra, when an initiate chants it prefixing the invocational chants! It turns far more FORMIDABLE. It becomes super_powerful as a ‘Mother of Chandass’..beware!”( And it intrigued me like never before ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ˜ญ…   even the weakest of chandass is more potent than the strongest mantra. And, a mom anong chandass????๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿซช. Beyond my imagination ๐Ÿ™).


Narratives of this kind cannot be exhaustive. Too many loose ends ๐Ÿ™, that even I know of. Unknown to me, is oceanic ๐Ÿ˜œ



Anyway yours,

psn(2 Sept, 2026)



Tailpiece: Forget about “mantras” ๐Ÿ™…. Even thoughts are physical, though subtle. Ask any teenage girl, if she can ‘sense’ a youth staring at her bare_back, very intensely, without needing her to turn_back to see, who_is_the_culprit?๐Ÿ˜œ. Enough to convince us ๐Ÿ™ ( our thoughts are usually coming out of an old rusted piece of metal which used to be called a rifle long ago ๐Ÿ˜œ… even the trigger fails ๐Ÿ˜ฅ. A Badly maintained physical body, a gun, for a mantra? No way!!!..   not even the priests of today dare to claim being a rifle๐Ÿ˜œ)



A friendly tip (to those who believe in Hindu_temples):  have you heard of automatic rifles equipped with radars of thermal/metal sensitivity? It fires at anything it senses through its radar.

Try…try to ‘think' of any consecrated place (usually temples, often samadhis, rarely naturally energized stones, rocks, mountains and freak instances where a meditative guy dwells ๐Ÿ˜œ). These consecrations respond to anything/anyone, receptive to its energies. A human has a choice of enhancing one's own receptivity unlike a fresh flower, an offering placed near it ๐Ÿ˜œ, which needs inherent receptivity.  Each temple is uniquely consecrated ๐Ÿ™. Obviously its response differs according to the unique receptivity. If this  “can”  be understood deep enough, a reader may not need to view the video lectures of Ms Sinu Joseph, to heed to the friendly advise for menstruating females to WAIT for visiting Sabarimala and similar places ๐Ÿ™.



Joke : We are oblivious to the possible efficacy of a ritual like….placing our palm on the top of the head of a fellow prostrating and touching our feet, seeking “blessings” ๐Ÿ˜œ. Most often this ritual is as harmless as a dried piece of wood touching a piece of surface insensitive to electrical energy ๐Ÿ™. Both need a certain set of conductivity to complete the circuit. ( To think of this ritual without any mantra, and expecting a blessing to work ! ๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿ˜ณ… Not too much? ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ˜ญ)

Tuesday, September 01, 2026

Facing myself

 Facing myself 


We all do this standing before a mirror.

There's nothing much we can really do about what we see.


As a kid, I had a most stupid & idiotic logic about desisting from looking at a mirror ๐Ÿ™. I am not the one who is going to look at ‘how_I_appear’. A little later, I realised the mistake ๐Ÿ˜‚. My responseAbility to make myself a little ‘presentable’ ๐Ÿ™. By this time, the elders decided “DIY” ( do it yourself).

But, I got ‘used to’ not_bothering about ‘how I look’. ( 2 decades later, I was the sole idiot who didn't care about hair, dress etc even at work place. Situation suited me too_well. A small town, and simple farmers mostly, their ENTIRE focus was on ‘safeguarding’ their money they entrusted with my bank ( not how I look. In fact, they felt ‘homely’ dealing with a guy who looks like an illiterate poor labour ๐Ÿ˜œ. My bosses ‘gave up’ their efforts to convince me “try to look a little more decent”). How much I ‘wished’ that they used the other word ‘be’ instead of ‘look’ ๐Ÿ™. I would have obeyed like a slave!


I kept ‘looking’ at my within, right from my kid age. And till I started shaving my beard, elders around never missed an opportunity to mock at me for the ‘ideas’ and ‘thoughts’ that spill out, as a consequence of my looking at within ๐Ÿ˜ญ. When majority felt alike about me, I concluded “it's a manufacturing DEFECT in me, which I have to live with ๐Ÿ˜“” Another side effect was, it afforded me very little mind_time to look at polishing my outer appearance ๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ™ (1974, the manager even told me ‘you are right, but try to ‘sound’ a bit more polite. We are here to do bijness, not to correct others ๐Ÿ™‚”       100% sensible ๐Ÿ‘. I adopted it in a moment, and it stayed till I retired ๐Ÿ˜œ. I don't point out other's miss-Takes, not even colleagues. Its their problem. I do what I am paid for ๐Ÿ‘. ).

A joke: I even managed to satisfy a huge depositor, that his money won't be too_conspicuous in the eye of a ‘casual’ tax-leech ๐Ÿ˜œ. I became my trade_secret.



My inside now ๐Ÿ™

1992, a spiritual program tempted me when a guy who attended it came to convince and said “a glimpse of divinity guaranteed in the 13 days๐Ÿ‘”(that's his_opinion or experience, whatever ๐Ÿ‘.. but I am ready to stake the small fee they quoted. I rarely get to see a guy ‘lecturing’ about my manufacturing defect ๐Ÿ˜œ).


The words of the fellow who conducted this program , spoke only about looking inside ourselves for all the 13 days. I was stupified ๐Ÿ˜ณ. Damn ! Just what I looking for since my kid age ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ˜ญ

The worst tragedy was…. There was nothing much, I had to do with myself as a mid_,course_correction , since he spoke things with irrefutable reasoning and utter clarity ๐Ÿ˜ฅ, and all I had to do was to ‘tick’ his checklist with what was within. 

A relief : damn! I was not_wrong all along ๐Ÿ‘ (this gave me 100% freedom to focus on the spiritual practices part that he taught).

It took ridiculously less time for me to 'get the hell out' of the misinformation bombarded on me about me_being an idiot, ignorant of how to handle my inside myself.


No turning back now๐Ÿ‘


It wasn't entirely ‘without’ any problem ๐Ÿ™. (People around lost no time in passing an unison_judgement “you didn't change a bit, after the program” ๐Ÿ˜“. Whereas the guy who taught us had been honest “don't advertise this. We are not fooling more for a profit. If it hasn't worked for you, don't recommend it for others. In fact, WAIT for others to NOTICE a real transformation in you, and they should pester/nag you to disclose what you did ๐Ÿ‘” I was STRIPPED of the marketing tool ๐Ÿ˜‚. Looking at me was only going to convince them “his way of being is more solidified now. Confirmed idiot ๐Ÿ‘”


But, things changed for me thereafter. Once I get an assurance that my ‘route’ is okay, I needn't keep crawling back-and-forth due to uncertainty ๐Ÿ™. Just get up and run ๐Ÿ˜‚. I did just that! Damn lucky ๐Ÿ‘.


Vainly yours,
psn(1 Sept 2026)

Friday, August 28, 2026

Avoiding arguments

 Avoiding arguments


Peace is sought today only thus ๐Ÿ˜œ.


The tragedy is, this tendency to ‘avoid’ argument with ‘others’, takes us far_away from peace than the open_argument itself ๐Ÿ˜œ 


Who benefits?

1)more ‘business’ for psychiatrist. 

2) Easier marketing for fake products/ideas/ideology/misinterpreted-toolkits …. ( “who are you to tell me what I should do???๐Ÿ˜ก” —type of attitude)


Side effects?

1). Mental pressure ( unresolved conflicting information, thoughts, etc within. )

2). Decline of ‘sense of Discrimination’ ( like an iron getting rusted due to dis-use ๐Ÿ˜œ.) 

3). Vulnerability of being exploited due to dis_abled discriminatory sense ๐Ÿ˜œ

4) shrinking scope for parenting ๐Ÿ˜ญ



Peace?

I had a hearty laugh ( silently within ๐Ÿ™), when a teacher spelt it out so_clearly in a spiritual program i attended during 1992 ๐Ÿ™‚. He said “ today, peace is the most sought after thing, as if it is the ULTIMATE goal of life. Whereas, peace is the most basic thing, only then something else is possible for a human” ( He gave simple examples like “an animal is utterly peaceful, when well fed! Whereas, our peace is seldom about our basic needs like food, shelter and clothing”).



A human mind cannot avoid ‘arguments’. The very nature of thought process is to judge. ๐Ÿคฃ. Every thought is a conclusion of some kind ๐Ÿ™, a judgement (please test_check it ๐Ÿ˜“). And, we know….a court cannot ‘function’ at all if ‘arguments’ are dis_allowed๐Ÿคฃ. A ‘healthy' argument is termed as a debate, discussion, exchange of ideas etc .


I felt persuaded to write this blog simply because, I bumped into a beautiful idea from a youngster “ argument should be to test oneself about how firm we are in our own opinion?” ( The words, if i were to acknowledge ‘credits’ of copyright was “about

convincing yourself how strongly you actually feel

about your own argument.”).  This attitude helps us to keep all the negativities about arguments away๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ‘.   Not as_easy_as it sounds ๐Ÿ˜œ. Ancient guys of Bharat evolved a whole science to make it healthy and edible. TharkaShastra เคคเคฐ्เค• เคถाเคธ्เคค्เคฐ…. Unfortunately, the designers of syllabus in our modern educational institutions seem averse to including this in the curriculum. Only ‘logic’ makes a passing reference. “Real + genuine” scientists evolve into ETHICAL arguments, though only within the confines of their area of scientific exploration, not necessarily as their_own personal quality ๐Ÿ˜œ.


Spiritual bijness, I noticed from my own personal experience, to be nurturing and nourishing the ability to be honest_in_arguments, as an incidental byproduct ๐Ÿ™. The main product being expansion of our inclusiveness ๐Ÿ˜œ.


Instead of bluntly saying “do not argue with fools”, Manusmriti coined it into a verse ( chapter 2, verse 110). It translates roughly as ( CopyPaste from Google search)

Quote 

“Manusmriti Chapter 2, Verse 110 states that one should not give unsolicited instruction or answer improper questions, and a wise person should act like a dull or simple person in society even when they know the truth”. UnQuote 

( Very rare to find a ‘response' in WhatsApp to the tons of CopyPaste we dump๐Ÿ˜œ.  My blogs, I am used to the feel of ‘speaking to a Wall’ ๐Ÿคฃ).

Argumentably yours, psn(28 Aug, 2026)



Tuesday, August 25, 2026

Learning at subtle levels

 Learning at subtle levels 


I heard a ‘story' about some fellow called ‘Totaka’ (totakaAshtakam verse fame, maybe ๐Ÿ˜“).

Aadi shankara asked his students to assemble for an important lesson.

Disciples sat in the classroom, collecting all the attentiveness they could gather in them๐Ÿ™.

The teacher is not getting_started ๐Ÿ˜ณ ( students wondering “what's holding him now?”). Restlessness growing by each moment ๐Ÿ˜œ

The ‘minds’ of the students ‘started’ trying to imagine the ‘reasons' for delay in the teachers bla_bla ! ( What happened to the ‘quality' of attentiveness of a ‘still’ mind? ๐Ÿ˜œ)

Teacher looked out of the window. Students followed the ‘track’ of the teacher’s glance. And one student even remarked ‘Oh, it's totaka. He is a dull boy, not worth being called a student, since he is incapable of being ‘studious’... teacher, please ignore him, lets get started ๐Ÿ‘”

Aadi shankara didn't shift his side_glance from totaka, who was picking flowers( a menial ‘task’, meant for the dullest disciple ๐Ÿคฃ)

Suddenly, totaka started ‘blurting’ out a poetic song ( now famous as his_ashtakam, 8 stanzas) and entered the classroom to prostrate before his Guru.

Aadi shankara: “ lesson over, you all may disperse for the day๐Ÿ‘”

All other students: ๐Ÿ˜ฅ๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿ˜ณ


An interesting story ๐Ÿ‘

But, doesn't mean a damn thing to_me ๐Ÿ˜ก


My turn to learn ( I mean, my experience).

1974 

A renowned saint Janardhan swami, himself corrected my postures during an Yoga-class( weeks long class 4:30 to 7 am).

I happened to be the best among a hundred beginners, as per the volunteers who confided the opinion of the teacher. ( “Maybe” i told myself, since I knew, i had inherited a flexible body from my mom๐Ÿ˜‚). I didn't bother to get that ‘certificate’ which would make me a govt. Certified trainer. 


1992

Again a Yoga class ๐Ÿ˜œ

This time, the scenario nudged me to tell myself “ hey! What kind of a teacher is this???๐Ÿ˜ก”.  

He is reclining on a carpet on the stage, with his head supported by his palm bent at his elbow?? He is ‘enjoying’ some soft instrumental music! He merely utters “come on, lets do it now” ( for each new posture when a volunteer finished his demo).

Where is his_teaching????

Luckily, I didn't hang on to  this thought ๐Ÿ™. It passed by unresponded by me(my brain, intellect or whatever ๐Ÿ˜ฅ)

I focused on my_job๐Ÿ‘. Getting into the right posture as best as I can ๐Ÿ˜‚


½ day passed.

Still 2½ days more to go!(Residential program…. The main ‘trick’ was to  impose dietic ‘lab’ conditions perhaps, I deduced ๐Ÿ˜“)

Post lunch session, I was going through the physical motions of my body, as_told ๐Ÿ‘. Eyes closed, so the focus had_to_be within.

Suddenly, a ‘totaka moment’ ๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ˜œ. The ‘scale’ might be only a fraction of 1% ( 0.0001 %) but for sure, it happened ๐Ÿ˜ณ 

The movement of arms and legs etc, the breath in sync with the movement, and the different organs, limbs, nerves, muscles, tendons, ligament….etc…whatever —-- all of them felt like ‘got Fused’ ๐Ÿ˜ฅ, and me con_Fused at this strange experience. And then, a strange ‘flow’ within ๐Ÿ˜ณ. I can use a word known to us ‘mild current ‘ to describe it ๐Ÿ™. Not an apt description ๐Ÿ˜ญ.  We know of only a ‘jerk’ caused by an electric current, not exactly its ‘flow’ ๐Ÿ˜“. But we are told, current flows through the wires. So, I can use the expression ‘flow of energy’ in me ๐Ÿ™ 


The ‘joke’ was…. I was exempted from ‘suffering’ the muscle/nerves/body fatigue of going through the ‘acrobatics’ of some 30+ asana postures for 2½ days, morning to evening ๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ˜œ. ( My body felt normal, as if I was only watching others do it. Something I couldn't ‘explain’ to even_myself, to this day๐Ÿซช. Where did the ‘tiredness/fatigue’ go???)


( We were ‘supposed’ to practice the entire set in 2 parts, each on alternate days, for 41 days, as a body_preparation for another 7 days residential program.  Since I was exempted from the physical tiredness of doing it, I did both the sets twice daily ๐Ÿ˜œ. Kids playing for the whole day, hectic moment of their body, don't experience any fatigue ๐Ÿ˜œ. They are ‘lost’ into the joy of playing together. Something like that, maybe ๐Ÿค”.  I did meet a rare few friends, in whom alcohol doesn't cause any unsteadiness, mentally or physically. ๐Ÿ˜œ. Asanas decided to exempt me from its side_effects๐Ÿ‘. Dunno,  if I reasoned it right. Some_bloody_logic to quieten my mind ๐Ÿ˜“๐Ÿ™).



Anyway yours,

psn(25 Aug 2026)

Monday, August 24, 2026

A cursed priest

 A cursed priest


Yes๐Ÿ˜€

I did meet one such fellow ๐Ÿ‘


He was not cursed by any ‘entity’( real, fictitious or virtual ‘person’). His job was the curse. Zero salary ๐Ÿ˜ญ ( he even refused the ₹10, I could afford to offer to him ๐Ÿ™).


That temple was not for ‘public’. It was for the King who resided in the fort, and needed the blessings ( energy) from that ‘differently Enabled’( uniquely consecrated) deity, a Devi ๐Ÿ™. The king is gone, and the fort is dilapidated.  But the descendants of the priests COULD NOT forsake the tiny deity installed on the hill_side of the path to reach the fort atop the hill ๐Ÿ˜ญ. One has to crouch and can only sit inside the tiny temple ๐Ÿ˜“. Almost inconspicous entrance & space. ( But DAMN POWERFUL ๐Ÿ˜ฅ, as i personally experienced it somewhere in 1976. I ‘love’ visiting desolate temples, mostly plundered by the invaders, and therefore discarded by people around. The deities by themselves have no ‘issues' with the lack of patronage ๐Ÿ˜œ)



Entertainment value of the story ( zero value addition to a reader, here onwards ๐Ÿ™)...

We 3( me & 2 colleagues, decided to visit a ‘famous’ Devi temple, a hundred plus miles away from our workplace, on a non_working day. This devi was said to be the elder sister of our local Devi near our  workplace (makes sense, to ‘appease’ the elder sister ๐Ÿ‘. That was the ‘logic' ๐Ÿ˜œ)

After the ‘darshan’ my 2 colleagues were in a great hurry to return ( like a soldier eager to reach home after the ‘battle’ is over). My mind_set was a nuisance to them, especially on ‘outings’ like this. But they both loved me too dearly and unconditionally ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ™, much to their disadvantage. I was unhurried in my mind, for no purpose, and yet razor alert, at the ‘new’ place.  Alertness comes with problems along ๐Ÿ˜œ. I ‘felt’ drawn towards a steep hill seen at a distance from the road we were walking on, to the bus station.

“That hill…. I want to climb on “, I announced firmly. Those 2 said “go to hell…we don't care! We are off to catch a bus back home ๐Ÿ‘”

I started walking towards the hill… no path way, no ‘steps’ visible. Just a stone wall broken at a place, enough to obviate a jump over it ๐Ÿ˜œ.  Helplessly, and unwilling to leave me alone they followed me. The climb on the hill was arduous. I needed 4 limbs in a few places ๐Ÿ˜œ. ( The scoldings & abuses intensified during the use of 4 limbs to climb, from my co_adventurers)

Once we crossed the broken wall of that fort, we sighted a priest( his attire, a deep red dhoti, and a red vermillion mark on his forehead indicated that he is a priest). Then it occurred to me to “look” at where the hell did he spring forth from???๐Ÿค”.

The tiny hole behind him, dark and scary. I glanced “ zooming in”. A tiny lamp with only its ‘flame’ visible….not illuminating anything around ๐Ÿ˜œ.

That priest vigorously waving his arm yelled at us to go away/back. 

Old ruins๐Ÿ‘. No man's land! I stood firm. A few more times he repeated to us to get_lost. I didn't budge. Then I asked him “you creeped out of that tiny cave, and there is a lamp in there. What's it?”

Priest “nothing concerning you. Go away. It's just a tiny old idol there”

I pulled out my thread( cast around my shoulder a decade ago, being a descendant of traditional beggars by Lineage ๐Ÿ‘) and showed it to him saying “ I guess, I ain't gonna be a problem, if I take a look inside”.

He conceded “but be quick. I am going to my home for food”

I crept in, needed 2 minutes for my eyes to get adjusted to the darkness. Nothing around, except the tiny idol and an earthen lamp. Not even a single ‘customary’ flower. Sat crosslegged for about 10 to 15 minutes,  eyes closed, stone still. Soaked in the aura/energy/whatever. I felt exceptionally ‘lucky’ for no logical reason ๐Ÿ˜œ.

Stepped out.

Priest and my 2 colleagues were at the edge of their patience ๐Ÿ˜‚

Lavishly apologised to the 3.

Sitting in the bus, mind vacant reasonably, one colleague asked “how did you know??”

I had a “socially acceptable dialogue” to reply to such_a_koschan : “ gut feeling”( the organ gut, by itself, is not known to have generated any ‘feelings’ on its own ๐Ÿ˜‚. Yet peepals do_not ‘question’ this dialogue ๐Ÿ‘).


A bit about the ‘curse’ on that priest : The very nature of consecration of that idol rendered the lineage of priests ‘hooked’ on to that deity, perpetually, to propitiate, and ‘contain’ the energy therein. An exception was when a king was required to ‘face’ an attack and a battle was inevitable. The king's sword was placed at the feet of the deity, anointed with the ‘holy’ smear on the deity, and then the vermillion applied on the king's forehead, before the priest hands over the energized sword into the king's hands๐Ÿ™. No ‘scope’ to undo the consecration or relocate the deity(in a way a  curse ). 

( It is therefore, that an aam Aadmi has nothing to do with this_deity, uniquely consecrated ๐Ÿ™).  I don't know what the deities' energy did with ‘me’๐Ÿ˜ณ. I asked for ‘trouble', not heeding to the repeated warnings of that priest๐Ÿ˜ญ. But that's my personal problem ๐Ÿ˜œ


( I never thought hitherto, that I would ever mention it as a 'blog'. )

Cursed to be yours,

psn(24 Aug, 2026)



Read + forget ๐Ÿ™

( ๐Ÿ˜ญ เค•เคฎ เคธे เค•เคฎ เคฌोเคฎ्เคฎเคจ เคฒोเค—ों เค•ु, เคฎाเคฒूเคฎ เคนोเคจा เคšाเคนिเค --- Propitiation ( เคตैเคฆिเค• เคนै, normal) Invocation ( เคฒौเค•िเค• เคนै , situation based) เคฎंเคค्เคฐ เคฎें เคซ़เคฐ्เค• เคชेंเคฆा เคนै ๐Ÿ˜œ)

Sunday, August 23, 2026

Concept formation as a routine bijness

 Concept formation as a routine bijness 



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Yep!

Sky is the limit, if we decide upon what we want to do with our processor called “brain” an organ.


I googled “concept of concepts”

It said “A concept of concepts is a meta-idea. It is the study of what mental building blocks are, how our minds sort things into groups, and how we use abstract thoughts to understand reality. It looks at the nature of meaning itself.”


Okay…. I felt. Madam Ayn Rand did much better in her awesome & monumental work in a book “Objectivist Epistemology” ๐Ÿ™



My spiritual journey allows me to grasp Ayn Rand’s words better ๐Ÿ˜œ


Abstract ideas need a sophisticated set of tools to handle .



I tried to experiment with my brain, trying to make concept formation as an ongoing process, ( in real-time, a popular phrase among computer wizards๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ™). 

It's a brain's job. But it needs ‘data-input’ ! 


Just as our stomach needs pre-processed food ( chewed, and mixed with saliva, etc), when it comes to conceptualization of abstract data, a mind has to co-operate at its very best with the intellect ๐Ÿ˜ญ. Usually the ‘mischievous’ fellow in our mind cooperates ONLY like a mischief_specialist in a classroom of kids keeping quiet during the presence of a teacher, who is a known_terror among her students ๐Ÿ˜“.  


Meditative practices are good tools to hasten the process of automating concept formation in our brains.  


A.I. research guys ‘might’ be ‘slightly’ inclined to re-look at what I am (only)‘trying’ to say ๐Ÿคฃ. They use cameras mounted on factory labourers head,  to ‘capture’ each tiny movement of the human limbs engaged in a complex set of movements during processing of a product. This data helps to design a Robot enabled with Artificial intelligence ๐Ÿ™.  Still, they are yet to grab the data generated by a human brain, after it was processed under the direct_supervision of human_intellect, and a cooperative mind ๐Ÿ™ 



๐Ÿ™ I did as_best_as I could ๐Ÿ˜ฅ.

I am not competent scientifically to request any attention to the foregoing. My only consolation is that my blogs do not attract good attention. Mostly it is of entertainment value. And zero side_effects till now, from any reader ๐Ÿ˜œ ( comments are impoverished in number ๐Ÿ˜‚).

This time, I felt hesitant due to the thoughts like "Ain't it too premature to articulate my fuzzy experiences, though of great spiritual significance?”( Like, i tripped on a live_wire, when I ended up messing with tender neem leaves during brahmaMuhurat, feeding it to ‘unsuspecting’ victims, and getting results that matched with a mention of it in ASHTANGA, ayurveda book scripted thousands of years ago…  an eminent physician confirmed it ๐Ÿ™)



Conceptually yours,

psn(23 Aug 2026)

Emotions enriched words

 Emotions enriched words


Emotions don't ‘need' words .



But nothing should prevent us from humbly using certain words ( of address) as powerful tools/instruments, to invoke/reLive the emotions that got attached to those precious emotions of kid age, when those emotions were pristine, pure and genuine ๐Ÿ‘



I am a ‘bit’ fortunate, in having a few of my school classmates still in touch with me ๐Ÿ˜œ



I wrote to them, my views.


Quote:

[23/08, 7:07 am] PSN: Very very few among 70+

can "afford" addressing each other ( kid age friends) in the same style " เค…เคฌे, เคธाเคฒे, เคนौเคฒा, เคนौ เคฌाเคช" etc। ๐Ÿ˜œ



It's not just about the 'words'.   Words are mere tools/instruments to dig_out our childhood เค•ा innocence ๐Ÿ™ ( no frills, adornments, embellishments needed.   Inside-outside same!  Pristine emotional bonds ๐Ÿ™.  เคœेเคฌ เคฎें เคเค• เค–เฅœเค•ू เคจเคนीं เคนै ๐Ÿ˜œ, to even 'think' of appeasement ๐Ÿคฃ)



Formal words have become more about 'appeasement' rather than a genuine heart_felt REVERENCE for the other( for the well deserved honour in the other ๐Ÿ˜“)



[23/08, 7:28 am] PSN: We "associate" a few emotional experiences with the words we happened to use during the occasion ( and the frequently used words especially).


Emotions, by themselves, are non_verbal. ( Beyond a point, we struggle for words, when overwhelmed ๐Ÿ˜ญ).


Then why 'deny' ourselves those words?


( A classic example of deep pain struggling with deep affection of a father :  mughal_e_azam....  Prithviraj Kapoor shouts to Dilip Kumar " เคถेเค–ू ๐Ÿ˜ก" when Dilip is adamant about a "เคฒौเคฃ्เคกी"/heroine ๐Ÿคฃ)




เฅ›เคฐा เคธोเคš ( to my friend, i wrote)...

You are ½ asleep (not alert).


You hear someone uttering "Guroo"(my friend's pet name, used by his parents ).

You wake up with a 'start'( startled wala) ๐Ÿ˜‚


The voice , tone and texture felt like a xerox copy of your dear dad/mom calling you! 

In a milli_second, you experience a very deep emotion related to your affection for your parent๐Ÿ™.

( We 'recover' from it next moment ๐Ÿ‘. We realise it's a false alarm ๐Ÿ˜‚).


UnQuote 


No psychiatrist can ‘match’ the effect of those magical words, to revive certain emotions which can be like a tonic/elixir for our mental health ๐Ÿ˜‚


Even great surgeons request that ‘close’ relative to come into the operation theatre and try whispering those magical words into the ears of the patient, who is not responding to ‘life’, post_surgery ๐Ÿ˜œ



A thousand odd names of Gods, not counting the names of Gurus, in our irreligious Hinduism, unscientific???? (Ask those who got ‘initiated’ into a ‘mantra’, about what it does? ๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ™).



NonVerbally yours,

psn(23 Aug, 2026)