Unison

Decades ago,
somebody trying to understand this word, can see its manifest form and yet not miss an wholesome entertainment... A visit to that Samadhi of the saint Tyagaraja at Tiruvayaru on an occasion which is annual there..

That seems to heavily symbolise something unique about ancient culture...

To a large extent, I feel inclined to adhere with this unique feature, out of my own 'living' experience too!

Perhaps, a slight possible discomfiture is possible, for only those who are too particular to ensure that such a life-style does not beget any ill-fame, which accrues out of a continuous criticism...

To me, even that did not matter much!

What I noticed was... the bulk of the scriptures were addressed to an 'individual'...

So, anybody (even a group of people over centuries), who adhere to this style of address, ought to have also thought of the possibility of such a life-style (way of living), to be independent of what others choose to do with their own lives!

The mystic factor (yes for quite some time, it did appear to be mystic to me), was... there was an Unison despite such abundance in non-dependence on others around!...
And still more amazing thing was, this unison, over a period of time 'acquired' an appearance of a forged-unity...
Perhaps, this misconception of what appears (and we not bothering to delve beyond its appearance), is what is sought to be preserved... namely that illusion of a 'forged-unity'....
No wonder if such illusion (assuming I am right, ofcourse), is sought to be fiercely preserved, the outcome would only be an utter-confusion, dwindling 'faith'... conflict-of-interests, resulting into a perpetual fight for things that are not even basic-for-life!!!

(Somebody really keen might be able to see a small-logic in these assumptions, if we take enough trouble to focus ourselves to keenly co-relate the bits and pieces of our observation into what remains as 'residue' of the ancient way-of-life!)....

Unifyingly yours,

psn(21st of September, 2015)

Freedom of speech

“Silence”... I read it for a second time, and found an image of a beautiful lady, placing her forefinger vertically across her lips! (Kid age... my first thought was “what is a teacher doing here?... it is a doctor's place! Oops, these two villains-of-a-kid have teamed up or what?”... Too risky to seek clarification... “silence” is good enough a warning when there is a demo-image too )...

Somewhere half-way from tiny kid age, I wondered, whether I should learn “how to give a speech” first, before trying out that freedom-of-speech! Gettysburg speech was really-something, when a battlefield became like a graveyard (at graveyards, people hardly insist on this freedom-of-speech! Death speaks too loudly there!)

The most violent form of asserting the 'freedom of speech'... I noticed ... was usually the unsaid form... 'right to be heard'... it is obligatory for people to listen!!! (Very fortunately, the 'learned' Judiciary-wala's were judicious about framing 'rules' ... an interesting deployment of discretion, when they allowed that 'freedom of speech' only through a-proper-channel, called the vakil! It is very rare that 'others' muffle that freedom for decades together, as in the case of Shri Godse, despite the 'evidence' that he wasn't even an habitual-offender at such or even-other crimes!)... 

Some amazing cultures introduced a safety-pin (like the ones on hand grenades), called 'Irshaad' and now the explosive couplet can be rendered to a willing audience who loved their hearts to get pierced !!!

At the market place, we find kids deployed to do that shouting ... attracting people into the shops where they stand...

At homes, the freedom of speech takes all possible varied forms! The most fascinating one that I found was, elders speak-to-themselves! The freedom-of-speech at my home, my spouse complains that... “you have bugs inside your brain... it asks irritating questions, when I freely use my freedom-of-speech!” But, as-per-latest-technology... bugs are the birth right of any good programmer! It provides better-employment for benching-staff, when they get busy at Q.A....!!!

When computers stepped in, at Banks (where I too 'sat' for work).. ...it did solve the problem for elderly-staff.. they could 'now' speak so-freely to the (not... with the) monitors, when the next fellow is so-overburdened due to staff-reduction :)

Critics and scholars are a bit clever... They use it to embellish the 'ability-of-masses'..... to 'fall-for' any misinterpretation... This device of 'being heard' when camouflaged properly, skillfully and cleverly.... under that... 'freedom of speech' ... it can reduce even great scriptures to a naught :)

It seems, the Japanese are even today, not too keen to assert that 'freedom of speech'... May be their concerns are 'meaningful' living, and more productively! :))

Elite, literate ......   indulge into forwarding almost any stuff... on 'media platforms'... as long as it has 'apparent appeal'... and those who are too anxious 'not-to-be-left-out' of such social circles, are in a yet-greater-hurry to further-forward it! They overtake even mass-media people who try to verify the authenticity of such 'news' for commercial-survival reasons!

There are people with ulterior motive too... usually they en-cash religious sentiments, and communalise people, dividing them with 'clearly' controversial statements, and clothing it with 'their freedom of speech'... asking others to use their own freedom-to-disagree (when those who disagree voice it meekly, sitting inside their toilet, a place of assured-solitude!)... I merely name one such fellow, and I am assured of freedom-from-life-itself (supaari ... they say :)... in slang-lingo).

Unless the concepts of 'freedom' is understood, everything that comes for-free is going to be grossly-abused... Nature has invested heavily in our 'freedom'... it is a reciprocal arrangement as per cosmic laws...

Freely yours,

psn (11th September, 2015)

Misinterpretation

It can be anybody's privilege, I thought,

.... only that when I declare about my intention to indulge into it... now it's a safe and good-entertainment value for others (no hard feelings)!

We tried to look at mom-hood... (maybe an ideal mom...).. it involves lots of circus to become a 'good-mom'.... those unrealistic rules of being too-unconditional, ever-sacrificing etc....!

Then what about a born-bad mom? Her very basic nature is bad, United Nations has declared her to be an offender, to be executed at very-sight?

(too risky to even 'misinterpret' a present 'figure'... even mutual consent about misinterpretation is not well-insured! So, try it with an epic story :)

A lady called Hidimbi....
Her birth is into a demon-class... cannibal-type of beings... They relish gobbling humans 'raw' :)

She knew 'clearly'... more the brute force, more the pride... (one can afford a pride with power)..

Somewhere her UKG teacher, (also of the same class-of-people), taught a few basics of maths, in a very crude way too!...
She (I misinterpret... remember :)...), said : “See, our people do not need any maths, actually.. we never even count our victims, when we eat them in large numbers at one-go... but still, school-is-school... and I teach what I learnt, right or wrong...

“Ego and pride is directly proportional to brute strength... example abound in our class.. you can see samples in few humans that we eat, after a hunt, when they are little powerful... those fools brag with pride, and we need not really hunt now... they shriek and shout , waste their energy :)

Others who are weak go into a hiding straight-away... that's the nano-technology!

But somewhere it is written that there is another maths-wala—rule of inversely proportional... Even I didn't quite understand it 'properly'... so just remember it's mention... It is out-of-portion for your exam , so no worries :)

School over...

It so happened, that when this Hidimbi ( a youth now...) saw our hero Bhima... He looked a little formidable... So, not taking any chances, she decided to look for his 'exploitable-weaknesses'... But he did not seem to show-off any!...
Then she 'noticed'... this guy, Bhim, despite such heavy built, superb agility etc... did have a weakness... He is too gentle!
Something amazed her! “Hey”, she felt “... it breaks all my knowledge!!!... Strength and pride go together... Gentlenesss is usually due to cowardice!...
Wait a minute! That 'inversely-proportinal wala rule'!!!! This guy seems a rare example!”...

Thinking thus, she forgot her original+natural instinct to eat him up...
She was tempted to get a feel of how it would be to gentle too!!!
She proposed to him...
When somebody proposes with that equipoise of emotions, invoked due to the element of wonder, a 'knower' is persuaded to share it!
Thus came about the Gandharva style of marriage between them!

When it is an 'agreed-misinterpretation'... why stop at short-distance?... extend it!

She felt tremendous gratitude for that feel of 'what being a little gentle can be' inspite of that heavy burden of a brute strength on one's shoulders!

Now Bhim isn't looking forward for any gratitude or any show-of-it, via presents... He walks off...

She decides... do something about the surge of gratitude...
Why not gift the very thing received 'because' of him?

His kid by her?

Done!

The wait was not too long... A raakshasaa kid grows at geometric rate of progression...
The kid naturally trusted his mom...

she said, “Look kid... there are a few problems we need to sort out, before you decide to fulfil my desire...
You inherited this demonic structure due to your-own-past... You cannot change it now.. your spares-godown is too far away for a full journey to 're-invent yourself'....
Right now you can only destroy others... not do any 'constructive-work'.. so forget doing good...

With whatever bad we have, I like to convert it into a 'resultant-good' ... See I learnt that theory-class-rule of 'inversely-proportional' , practically too!

So, if the bad is deployed against a bad... the good is automatically benefited! That's all we bad-bloods can hope to do at best, right now... these people call it Karmic-limitations.. now whatever... don't bother about details...
But this side is a bit weaker.. you need to deploy all your deception tricks... you would fail, and die too... but that's my idea of a gift!...
Kid ......think you can do me a favor?” .. asked the mom...

Kid Gatotkacha... said, “hey mom,... be cool... I can do it... anyway, I ain't too glad with what our-people do... my blood is corrupted with that ... something you call 'gentleness'... it is full of bugs.. So why not do a use-of-body.. my body.... like for web based 'one-time-pin' OTP ...
and when it is for my-mom... I can ignore that gentleness-bugs etc... just go full-throttle.. full-blast... go for the kill!”

And he did it!... The whole world acclaimed that kid's sacrifice...
The mom was not 'qualified' for a gold-medal, as per society's rules...
Maybe, she was compensated at heaven.. dunno...

story-over...
so also the misinterpretations... (that, a bad mom too,... can do good)!

A misinterpretation of, yours

psn (9th September, 2015)

Clarity..

It took some time for me to regain my 'previous' clarity about clarity, when the visual clarity dominated due to the exact/accurate power of the transparent lens that perched upon my nose-bridge for the very first time, some 5 decades ago!

Suddenly the whole-world became so-clear... “Yesss! This is indeed that clarity!” , I thought so....

But the mind wouldn't leave this clarity alone!

It came back with its own doubts!

A 6-by-6 vision does help a lot in clarity... And we have to get-that-clarity right, so as to remember the distinction between a binoculars, which-also brings a clarity about what is 'vague' due to distance....

We often tend to dismiss that 'memory' as a gift to chosen few... Where as, some part of that “memory” is very much within our control too...

I 'remember'... an old movie “Grihasthi”... (Hindi, with Ashok Kumar as Hero... Nirupa Roy, an expert at getting tears, lamenting etc)...
A Jethaani (eldest lady) of a joint family headed the task of ensuring snacks for the whole family, (some 2 dozen members), who decided to do justice to the classification of this movie as 'family-movie' (not too much of running around a tree by young couple, much to the embarrassment of elders who come along!)...
She prepares 'fresh' and 'mini' samosaas... A movie was no less than a 'pilgrimage' in those days, since a 'togetherness' for a movie was quite rare... The whole family would attend a Bhajan, a feast, a wedding, almost every week, but a movie was perhaps, once in 2 years (together)... And that decided the importance of making those samosaas quite perfect!
Now having taken 'so-much' trouble to make it, isn't it reasonable to ensure that PDS system works well? She starts fishing it out of the large package, and whispering to the 'next' person “pass it on till the end.....” thus starts the endless game of passing the buck(samosa)...

Now the 'Nirupa Roy' madam's 'endless' retakes to get that emotion-expression perfect (crying at both the extreme situations, and yet 'managing' a subtle but 'perfect' distinction , goes a total waste... the whole gang is busy passing/munching those samosas during those crucial scenes!... ) . Nirupa Roy felt sad at being let down by her husband when she 'discovers' his 'extra-wife'.... later she feels sad, at discovering that this extra-wife is her own sister, and this extra-attachment was an imposition by their own dad or so... An unfortunate woman... when discoveries 'eureka' evokes a thrill, emotional-discoveries saddens in 'different-ways'... (A loner in an obscure corner would 'remember' each little gesture of those actors on the screen!)...

Recalling depends upon a proper filing of papers... Just punch holes, and file it into the nearest available folder , is what we do with 'seemingly-insignificant' events...
Wrong folder names keeps reminding us the significance of the papers within it in a wrong-way... Ain't that a wrong filing too? (A non-filing may be a better excuse for poor recall, called memory!)...

Shraddha is the tool to imbibe wisdom, said a cowherd of ancient times... (Was he actually referring to proper filing system? Dunno!)

clearly yours,

psn (8th september, 2015)

Right kind of Noises!

An amazing concept!

It bridges people despite almost any kind of mismatches!

So it works! (But when it works, nothing else works!)....

Ramakrishna Paramahamsa made wrong kinds of noises.. If the stories are true, they say, he sang aloud at mid night on the street, and people felt so-irritated at such loud singing, when a good sleep was their priority :)
He found Narendranath, who knew the art of making right kind of noises! It worked! It made even Ramakrishna 'known' to all... But it perhaps failed to produce another Vivekananda out of a Narendranath! (dunno really!)...

I too was keen on trying it out... the wrong kind of noises... I failed quite miserably... Monumental failures to my 'credit'!

But, when I did that noisiness with one person to a dangerous proportion, I was rewarded in a very humble way, one-notch-up, for that person... That person got engrooved into meditativeness... Statistically, it is a ridiculously-stinking rate. But historically, a stupendous one.. ! The details are too personal (though not secret, confidential or even-private), because of reasons of sanctity!

I had to learn both... Right and wrong noises , since I was cursed with lack of a 'melody' :)

At work place, I made all-wrong noises with customers ! It worked! (My colleagues struggled at perfecting their right-noises!)... customers usually come to get their business done.. When people come with such single-pointed focus, they are a little extra sensible (their sensitivity is a little sharper, they need not even be aware of it... A hungry dog sniffs its food faster!)...
A visiting dignitary(higher officials, auditors, etc), poses like a guest instead... he forgets, that his bread comes out of the same oven! He looks out for right-noises... I supply it abundantly...

But yes, the opposite kinds of people too , come, as customers, and as higher-officials! Then I do the other thing, respectively... The customer gets 'pleased' (to hell with his-business!). The official bows, much to the stupefied gaping of 'lesser' officials (Hey this guy talks so rough, and this big-man feels humbled!)... But such occasions were too rare...

Symbolic stories too were there!... Parvati felt that Siva was not being 'kind' to a devotee... Siva tried to convince her... But she wouldn't listen... She kept arguing... she said, “No, he can smell right noises!”... Siva had no other option but to demonstrate! He placed a pot of gold quite near the door steps to the temple... That fool, coming out of the temple, started 'thinking', about blind people, and liked to have a feel of it too! He closed his eyes, walked a few steps, exclaimed “Oh , it is really cruel, to be sightless”... Meanwhile, he had passed that pot, and Parvati stood gaping a Siva!
The problem is, stink gets noticed too well! Even in a crowded train, people do identify “Bandra”, when visibility is hardly possible over a tight-packed crowd at peak hours! :))
It needs sharper senses to feel that subtle whiff of a passing-by-fragrance... its 'noise' is too subtle!

I was there at three groups...
One relative, another, forced-relatives, and the third one, relatively related!

My wrong noises stifled, and choked others ...
One group bounced into action, the moment I became silent... it is busy with a chorus of right-noises... Even my absence is inconspicuous!
The next one is a forced one... makes right noises during my temporary absence...
The third one, had to be reminded of their birth-right, democracy, fundamental right, and yes, their potential to chase 'knowledge' too!
Knowledge... it affords a 'feel-good' factor... it has two advantages... One, it gives us a tremendous satisfaction of gained so-much... it keeps us going when we 'see' so-much more is to be gained! (Some smart ones interpret it as even 'humility' when they chant about 'so-much' yet to be gained!). Two, the circle is so large , one never feels the 'mind-fatigue'! It feels like a circumnavigation of this large earth, or even a trip to moon, Mars, (why, the whole universe is patiently waiting, to be explored!)... It is the basics, the too-small-a-circle... that really irritates, when it is so obvious, within simple/silly-reach of visibility! And if such stupid basics keeps us going in circles, we feel too-depressed, and too soon!

Chorus reminds me... Decades ago, at that Tiruvayaaru, the chorus felt like 'Unity' (despite the poor audio, of the primitive radio broadcasts)... But today, things are quite different... Video of HD is there... and yet the big 'bonus' is that one never feels sorry to miss that live-telecast... they understood too well, what a chorus 'ought-to-be'... it is a group-singing... why look out for that stupid 'unity-factor', when a group-effect is so good for right-noises wala concept :)

Oh! This Maya Madam, she is insistent that I do not go so-scot-free... For a few days at least one singular person is chasing me right now, and asking for that 'wrong-noises' only! It is that person's problem now, a 'make-it' or a break-it !!!

This blog's spot... (the blogspot), is almost like talking to a wall! Noises don't matter! Right or wrong! It works even for people with psychosomatic disorders, when they are counseled to talk to a 'wall' ! Who knows, some wrong guy might stumble upon this, and smile quite-silently within! For others, they have their choices... If they 'accidentally' downloaded it, they have a private dust bin.. Otherwise, they can always say, “a” Bandra, and the journey continues... Usually, people carry that body-spray, mouth freshener etc... It is available off-the-shelf :)

Silently yours (now),

psn 5th September, 2015

Overdose

“But I don't like the very same paayasam(sweet porridge of South India), when it is excessively sweetened”... declared that young girl...


We were discussing our aptitude for the varieties of dishes churned out of a typically-traditional kitchen of South India...

Very clearly, she is indicating what is an 'overdose' for her... :)

Not too surprising when I can see, that these kids are so over-fatigued with acute levels of overdose of 'preachy-stuff' :)
(and now the race is on WhatsApp... as if the 'new platform' of a media is going to change the taste! Bah! These Multinationals who lend just their brand-name, do this gimmick all the time, changing the packaging to keep the attention of a 'casual-pick-up' mind attracted all the time, at the Malls!)..

I tried to explain...
“Please see, our mind tries to quantify a food stuff first, to decide its liking for a food stuff” ( I did not have to elaborate on the flab/s that shows so visibly around, in the youth of the present day, when they indulge in overdoses of Junk-food, least bothered about the over-time that the digestive system does at the cost of keeping-pending, its far-more important tasks!)...

I continued, “Here, it is the standard-yard-stick, that the ancients decided about that dish, that goes to qualify its goodness... and in this case the Jaggery and ghee has to be saturated to its brim, into the rice, which slogs to absorb it deep within... and the measure then, becomes the cohesiveness sought to be infused, into an exquisite balance of these two tasty ingredients, when it permeates evenly with its 'base' the rice, which again is quite sweet in itself, if grown organically!”

With spirituality, there is no such thing as super-saturation!...
And, obviously, there 'ought-to-be' also no such thing as an 'overdose'!...
It expands our very ''being' as it permeates into us, so as to contain the whole cosmos! (then, what is it left, that is going to now-saturate-us, with? :)

An overdose , yours,

psn(3rd september, 2015)

Imagination

And when it is exclusively invoked, it manages to run amuck!
It has then, the potential to even delude us into believing at we are now-at-our very best of our creative skills/intuitiveness... (whatever :)... )

Well, I too have my-own-democratic right to imagine what I like to :)

And that includes even abstract concepts too!

But, let me imagine a funny situation here...

A kid wonders !
(Yep! We can't even imagine as to what a kid might wonder about!)...
He asks: “Dad what are they going to teach me at school today?” (somebody told him, they 'teach' at school, and it's his very first day at school!)

Now the adult imagines ... what to say (Yep! It is so easy to predict, when it is about a 'well-educated' one!.. The urge to make his expertise at 'education' known to everybody around is so well-known!)..
Unfortunately for the kid, that adult was educated only with a native-medium (of instruction!)...
And that adult felt, 'good enough to impress a kid!'... he forgot that his over-enthusiasm was about “why not an English medium”?... so many have sprung up all around... licenced and without 'approval' ones... !
He chooses an abstract concept... He tells the kid, “they would teach you vowels!” (His experience , of course!)...

The kid is now 'armed' with a clarity about what to expect!

As ill-luck would have it... the teacher happened to 'remark'.. “Good , you have come to learn!”...
and the kid, to make sure that the teacher doesn't waver from her duty (like the mom who dilly-dallies, when he asks for pizza, chocolates and such junk items)...

the kid is emphatic: “I have come to learn THE vowels!!!”

The teacher gapes, wide eyed!
Hey... all I can hope to manage is a couple of 'alpha-beta' (not even the conceptual form of alpha-beta but the slang ... alphabets!)... and here is this 'hero' proclaiming, 'nothing short of vowels for me'!!!
The teacher quizzes herself, “Hey even I wasn't told of something like Vowels, at this LKG age,... nor was I taught the vowels in English the first day!... What a 'transformation'... Kids are latest brains of 5th generation computers!”... her new look of 'reverence' towards that kid amply reassures him, “All is going to be well with this vamp now” :)
......

An adult-kid asks, “how can we be sure, if that 'soul' will really-come, ... when that priest chants some mumbo-jumbo... and we repeat only the droppings out of his loose-tongue, which misspells every alternate word of that Sanskrit chant... and above-all-that, what if that soul has marked an attendence register inside some other womb at Honulullu/Jhumritalaiyaa?”....

The easiest answer is an “I don't know”... (but ego doesn't permit it)..
A reasonable one is “Hey, one can only start a journey from where one is right now!.. you ain't so familiar with 'death', 'soul' rebirth... etc.. these are hearsay stories... mind your feet, where it is parked right now!” (but that hurts the 'other's' ego :)... risky bij-ness...

A via media... safe answer ... to keep the relationship in-tact: “please see, even I never died hitherto, and so, I have no 'actual' experience about how I can get invoked, etc... Even I am just-as-bad-as you are, right now.. sailing the same titanic!”

Imaginative answer: “(quote those texts)... (the more terse it is, it terrorizes the other more)” Here the imagination-skill is with reference to what we pick out of our copy-paste-data bank (nothing to do with memory!)....

a posh answer would be: “Well it is a matter of firm belief in our ancient practices... see, after all, so many generations couldn't have been so-totally-wrong!” (it is like a top spin... the ball just turns around on oneself, instead of reaching the other's court !)...

“Known to unknown”... is a really irritating answer, if a path is suggested on those lines. Observing moon's phases (when there is a credible evidence at mental health home, especially on full-moon-nights)... co-relating it with 'normally-abnormal' mind (that of an aaam-aadmi), the flight of mind even while we are housed in a body (and the teacher says, “Hey Be Here!!! where are you?” to an inattentive kid in a class)...
and if the asker gets really intense and serious, genuinely interested... 'Enter the dragon' waala process, spiritual-practices!

.....
Imaginatively yours,

psn (1st of September, 2015)

Mind's choices

Quick judgement waala option!

It likes to keep jumping over, from one thing to the other.. a steady focus is not in its very nature... We have to evolve into it very consciously! (while reading a text, the eye jumps from one set of alphabets to the next.... Not that the eye was designed to view 'only-that-way'... it can do a streaming too... but it takes a while , to be at it )...

When 'jumping' seems a trait (acceptable as something that we get to see often)... are we not going to 'jump into conclusions'? (And we say, 'there's more than what meets the eye!') ...

I was engrossed into a discussion , and I suddenly was reminded of my domestic routine, manual washing of clothes...

I announced, “time to oblige my kidneys, (sweating session, washing clothes)”....

The popular fashion of a mind is to jump ... something like “Oh! There he is bragging.. but making the right-kind-of-noises, to escape a social stigma, staying within socially acceptable norms! But is he not 'very-indirectly' hinting at ...'you aren't doing so' and a nasty smile... a holier-than-thou wala attitude!”

This option obviates the need to dwell any further.. Summary disposal of the case. No files pending... Just a reminder, not to 'mind' this bloke's self-praise yet again!

A bit different choice..
“Oh! It does sound true! After all, sweating is a natural phenomenon, not his discovery-channel!.. And it goes without saying, that at least the water is pumped out, if not the exactly-same-chemicals that a kidney filters! But for sure, the skin level dirt below the skin, would 'plough-back' its profits, the filth and force feed the distribution-system, and reach the kidneys anyway!

Right now, I can't replicate this bloke! Agility problems! But at least, it does not hurt me to look at that day-laborer on the rail-road tracks, sweating heavily, and telling myself, 'yet another xerox copy of that idiot'.. and smile! The despise at them gets toned down! The ugly-visuals of a sweating labor would tone down my aversion a little!... Hopefully, my positive vibes might hit that innocent labor, and he doesn't know what-hit-him, but suddenly finds the work to be a little-lighter!..”

side-benefit.. A contribution towards 'swatcha Bharat'!

Sweat cleanses... kidney does the job a little longer, that cleaning... Brain gets cleaner inflow, for a while.. now, the brighter brain affords positive visuals as inputs... there is a chain reaction! (charity begins at home!)

At this age, what else can I hope to do... blabber a while, and pray (like the farmer does, after ploughing and seeding, 'may it rain'!).. But, instead of rains, if it drains... no-probs! Go at it again! I am loving it!

Sweatingly yours,

psn(19th august, 2015)

cleanliness

Is next to Godliness...

Fine! It does have an appeal too (minimising that heavy-lean on a blind faith).. Even athesits do not contest the 'goodness' in cleanliness..!

But where I hail from, they have also a view that “Lotus blooms in slush” (more the slush, better the bloom!)...

My kid age problems, these contradictions were...

I looked around....

Elders, I found.... are simply not bothered about 'rules'! They carry a 'foot' ball all over the playground... If needed, they just bribe the 'middleman' who calls himself an 'Umpire'!

Even today, they feel they have a 'democratic right' to elect 'whomsoever' they wish to... (doesn't matter even if it ends up inot 'life-time-prepaid-Scams'... or if washes out an entire parliament session @ 63+ crores of rupees each day! Right is right, when it is democratic!

But ancients couldn't be wrong...
Nor those who said, 'very-next' to Godliness!
I am indeed missing something crucial!
Let me be a little 'undemocratic' unto myself (yep/yes, silently, clandestinely, etc...). Let me play by the rules, even if it means losing out to a lot of my comfort-zones!

That kalai-wala, (one who gives a While-lead coating to brass vessals. During my kid age, it is the brass-vessals that count for dowry-weightage)... he cleanses the vessals far-better than the maid who does the same job to those vessels after cooking is over... He scrubs harder... In fact, he even removes the surface of earlier handiwork of coating (he is a humble fellow, I can dare to ask him, unlike my 'educated-elders'.. .. he explains, different levels of cleansing/cleaning, according to goal/purpose.. A guru for me, who planted a 'concept' in all-innocence, which would bloom when I reach that-station/platform on rail-journey of spirituality!)..

The daaktar, cleanses the wounds... not that it is going to become 'clean' like an AfterShaveLotion... .. in fact the picture is uglier, with open visible piece of flesh, the underrskin, when blood is swept off!... Surgeries ensure cleansing + cleanliness +hygiene (wah!)...

The maid cleans the place, sweeping the dust right under the carpet! (democracy, rights, etc!)...

Oops! 'Purity' crept in afresh, as a problem (not quite clean!).. But democracy and rights come to our rescue, and we scuttle the whole issue (for a better muhurat), and proceed to pursue our own sweet-agenda!

Yes, in the ancient days, cleanliness of energy-channels was besought, using breath-technique, and it lasted at least 2 years ... but that's for those who are willing to play by the rules, not those who are stubborn about carrying the foot-ball into their hands... (at least on the ground use the feet! After the game, take that foot ball right in our palms, on a world-trip, who cares!)

But what about Lotus? The slush! (I dunno! Search me!.. I too am familiar with 'democracy'/demography, etc.. :) ... )

Slushily yours,

psn( 14th aug, 2015)

Being reminded of ...

“The trouble with narrating a good wit is that it reminds the other fellow of a dull one”!

A hurtful one... (maybe that is why it isn't invoked too often, though reasonably popular!)

But 'being reminded of' is an excellent capability in itself....

The teacher gives a hint, in solving geometry riders, 'extend that a-b to a point c, beyond the line x-y.. and see if you are reminded of that converse-theorem!'

Some are good at telling their sub-conscious, 'please wake me at 4 am tomorrow'... and when the mind is dreaming, the 'sub-mind' does the subordinate-function, to nudge the hormones, which in turn coveys to the neurons, and a sensation shifts the bio-rhythm enough to wake that person!

I noticed that even not-so-literate blue-collared workers 'manage' to be reminded of the concepts of physics, while handling even menial jobs like laying a stone-ware pipe leading to a septic tank.. These pipes are not 'sawing-friendly' (saw blades don't make a dent on that 'glaze' on mud-pipes... they hold it at a particular angle and just make a 'tear' at the skin.. Now, they fill the pipe with wet sand, and then give a gentle tap along that tear.. “concepts of physics”... and the pipe yields with a neat & clean cut, to fit into that partial-gap into the 'collar' placed reversed into that tank (we ease , so easily, and never think of that technology that has gone into those leak-proof pipes!)

“Oh! it is similar to a cornea-transplant!” I would imagine, an eye surgeon to be exclaiming when he 'happens' to notice that the floating skin of the milk can be placed over a steaming dish, which needs to retain its subtle flavour, and gently merge with the floating mass of spices blended chemically, to give that tinge of flavor!

A good teacher presents a lesson, hoping that the kids are reminded of earlier concepts taught...

A pessimist can get reminded only-of own failures, and that of others....

A spiritual teacher, if also dexterous at deployment of technology, can activate 'jammers' , like those near a 'politician's residence' , which keep frustrating techies who depend on mobiles to communicate even within the same-building! (it is a curse, if software companies are located very close to a chief-minister's residence! )...

I was bull-headed...
So like bulls, cows and buffaloes, I had to ruminate what I perceived and heard, in order to be 'reminded' of related concepts, stories, incidents, and then re-assimilate the fresh inputs , stack them afresh at a different memory location, and so on....
It came handy, when I was a toy at the spiritual teacher's hands... He switched off the jammers... We still communicated! That's the joke! (When a mind is jammed, communication is effective!).

Otherwise, we do it the hard way... Learn to switch-off being reminded so-randomly.. irrelevantly, interrupting-ly... etc...
Now, whether we undertake a 'chanting' (which includes this jamming as one of its on-line functionalities, among other major ones too), or we just set-the-conditions, to allow a mind to turn itself into a sleep mode is purely a private-affair, a very personal-choice....

Ruminatively yours,

psn(9th Aug, 2015)

Catalyst

“Bahut badaa aadmi hai wo... Mera Guru”(a great man, he is, my guru)... his eyes said it too well, the kind of reverence that he had for 'who-ever' that was... ...

That 'Guru' obviously was practising 'catalysm' (if we are allowed to make it into an 'ism'... If this ancient heritage can be reduced to an 'ism' , then why not the role of a 'catalyst'?)...

That youngster further offered, “aap ko agar interest hai tou mil-wavoonga” (if you are keen, I can see to it ... that you get to meet him)...

I did not appear to have impressed him 'enough'.. He displayed a kind of fatigue, at having failed to impress me... So, to cheer him up, I asked “Kya naam hai wo guru ka?” (what is his name, that guru)...


Now he brightened again, and said, “Mr. X”.. (since I knew the place about which this youngster was speaking about, and since that surname 'x' rhymed with someone I knew... It was now my turn, to show-some-interest... I asked “is it Mr. AAA(first name)... BBB(middle name), and X(surname)?”

“Yesss!” he beamed... and widened his eyes at a pleasant surprise... “Surprising, that you know his full name!” (only close family people bother to ask the first name, in the north... surnames suffice, to draw attention!)..

Now, I had to handle this very carefully... (else, I would be asking for trouble!)... I suggested: “Well long ago, he tried with me too... and he was an utter failure... But, it looks like I succeeded! See, I got off the hooks!... And he is stuck with his 'disciples' now!... Oh yes!... If you are keen, try reminding him 'do you remember this fool--(my name suffixed gently)?'.... if I am lucky, he may remember...”


It was very unlikely that I would meet this youngster again (it was a very casual and a chance-meeting at a common-friend's place)...

And it would not matter, if that 'guru' does say something about me...

But, this Mr.X, had spent some 6 hours a day, for 3 long years, with me, when I was good-for-nothing after office hours..
He had come to get a little bit of 'English' (fair working knowledge, enough to say, “I know English too, and can understand what is spoken”...)...
but, it so turned out that we worked into the very fundamentals of 'life'.... and that 'English' had anyway happened on-the-way... he could even speak, cohesively, for full 300 seconds to his top-boss, whose jaw-dropped, unable to grasp the entirety of so many sentences , when a confrontation became inevitable, to assert his(Mr.X's) rights to appear for some departmental exam, and the hall-tickets did not arrive...

After we parted (my transfer to south), that Mr.X too got transferred to a semi-urban area, where he decided to teach what he benefited-from as a 'clear-experience'... He did not venture too deep... He just taught a few postures which are known to have come down from ancient times, as tools to evolve spiritually (the yog-aasanaas)... And it did benefit his students, (as I could see from that youngster, who did give little more details... That X, hired a large wedding hall for a whole year, at a bargained rate, stating a charitable 'cause'.... and during wedding seasons, the '3-hours of morning sessions' would be suspended... some 3 batches were taught, of 60 people each! Good job!.. )...

'Oh!' I told myself... 'Even to 'know' that my humble attempt of a trial-role at “catalysm” had really worked reasonably, it took some 40+ years ... a chance meeting!' (But it did not really matter... I was only keen to know my own-effectiveness at communication skills, while what happened with Mr.X , for me , was quite incidental!)...

Too hectic, I thought... 6 hours a day, just with one person.... arey! Wi-fi ka zamaana hai... kuch meetha ho jaay!

Catalystically yours,

psn (3rd Aug, 2015)

May the Name of the Lord be praised!

I liked this expression...
To me, it brings out the distinction between a 'praise' and an 'appreciation' to the extent that it seems to even hint towards an evolvement to become eligible to really praise!

Appreciation seems easier...
If we do not 'appreciate' the value of

a) rubber hand gloves while handling uninsulated electric wire, a shock ensures that we learn to appreciate...

b) helmet while driving a two wheeler on Indian roads, pot holes are good-enough to teach us, not even that rough and negligent 'co-wheeler' who doesn't even appreciate the need of obeying lane-discipline, etc...

It does not matter if we do not appreciate honesty, bribery is rampant, and we can sail smooth...

If we do not appreciate life?... or a 'human-mind'... well purity-standards would take care of it :)

Oh! I managed to even appreciate that 'silence' at least to some extent, for I can see... it makes my post-retirement life jolly-good! (proof of the pudding, eating... aisa kuch hai wo old adage!)

appreciably yours,

psn (3rd Aug, 2014)

Logical purity for a commercial Badmaashi(trick)

“Come just 2 or 3 days before that '180 day's-period' is over,.... and you can 'claim' a re-polish, since you would be within that 6 months guarantee period”... said the salesperson, and my wife was so-thoroughly impressed with his 'goodness' (what ever it means!).

Now, it is not within the parameters of a 'social-common-sense' to argue with a lady on such 'Final judgements' of theirs, be it a wife or any other close relative—even!!

But, I could see... cleverly worded it was!... the guarantee is for 6 months... but 180 days is always less than 6 months!

And that re-polish is never going to be like the 'original' polish (I tell myself, 'mind you... here 'original' is a very-very relative term... nothing is original about the product we are using it only-as-an example, ha-ha-ha! It is about 'covering-gold'/rolled-gold...!)...

So, (commercially) the repolish has to be with minimal investment ... (Bah... competition even-within 'fake-gold' waalas has 'necessitated' this purity-in-dealing! )...

So, it makes sense to ask a 'lady' to wait for that 177th day... Most likely, those 3-days, she would 'due to because of, since, etc'...and for several variety of such reasons, .... not be able to... make it to the shop to 'claim'... (paisa wasool!)...

Side benefit: The shop wala has 'pronounced' it so openly, so he can as well economise on that first+original-polish.. it need-not/should-not last beyond 177 days (what happens to that imaginary 6 months of 183/182 days!)...

That , for me, (not the readers necessarily), looks like logical purity, to attract customers (again, for me, it is warding-off these customers from other-competitors, .... not 'exactly-attracting' them!)...

This purity!

It plays tricks even with such 'precious' and pious metals!

Then what about humans? (dunno!)...

As a kid, I was fortunate to see a whole family, 'live'.... who decided without even a 'mutual' consensus, without an 'all-party-meeting', a common-minimum-program, etc..

to live honestly! (that's Amazing!!!)...
They do quarrel, argue, mix, combine, cooperate, non-cooperate, fight, join, .. and even separate, ... etc... but somehow, they are honest!
So, I did not have to doubt the purity of the milk that they sell! (they had cows and buffaloes in the backyard...)

one day, I heard, the elder son tell his mom, “Mom, you milk this lady... (a buffalo), all she yields to me is her kicks, not milk!”...
Now I got curious! I was a small kid...
Twice they milk...
Evening hours, was my play-time... the younger ones of that lady were my play-partners..
So, I had to wake up at 3.45 am... 4 am is the time, when that milking starts... some 9 animals, cows and buffaloes... so I didn't like to miss that 'surgical-operation' at least once!
When it came to the cows, I noticed that quality of inflow 'looked like' a little impure!
I asked, “Oh! Does that mixing-of-water (adulteration ) happen right within her?”

The grand lady smiled, and said, “Son... it is not like that... its the very 'nature' of a cow-milk, it is a little thin (the viscosity).. and it is easy on digestion... one of the reasons, why small kids like you are given a 'cow's' milk, when it is possible to 'choose', instead of a buffalo's milk”! (Oh! Then the very tone of some-of-the-elders is just rough, they are not 'really-angry'... I corrected myself).

Early lessons for me, to look deeper, when purity at sensory levels are evasive/deceptive!

It is a very wrong place, to ask a gourmet-official, during office hours, right across his table, a question like “what is honesty, what is a non-corrupt-person?”

But, once somebody gets enlisted for a spiritual program, it is like a phoren-roller-coaster-ride... seat-belts fastened, and machine set rolling.. it can't afford a “I want to off-board/alight, half way!”...
And maybe that is why, our teacher did ask, “what is a pure being?”....
A good many of participants focused on tightening their lips! (only a few ventured, to guess!)

Arey, ... I thought... “aaj kal pure-milk kahin milta hai kya?(do we get anything called a 'pure-milk'?)... Even to 'look-at'?”.. Then why that hesistation to 'merely-know' what it is 'all-about'?
But no! Here, the mind triggers a 'simultaenous' search operation... Unless there is a loop hole in the law (exempting politicians), they wouldn't allow a bill to get enacted in a parliament!!!

Mind is the politician, (we can't help voting for 'similar' politicians)... It exempts itself firstly, and only then it allows a deeper concept (especially spiritual ones!) to percolate beyond it!

Impurely yours,

psn (27th July, 2015)

Rituals

“Theen hi tou pankhe hai naa saab?... Number kya dena? Aap ghar mei roz doe bachhon ko ginn kar sote hain kya?”(All together, there are just 3 fans... what for, do we need to number them?.. do you count your two kids everyday, before going to sleep?)

Asked that daftary(a person elevated/designated to do voucher-binding work at banks, in India), to the auditor, in all innocence!

The auditor conceded... he paced a tick mark at that check list about inventory management of furniture and fixtures!

I was there...
That was the problem !

I called that daftary aside, and we went out for a cup of tea ...

I told him: 'Don't gloat over a seemingly-victory... '

He retorted, “then you better explain!”

I asked him “which of those three were purchased first, and the next one after how many years ?”

“Dunno! I came a little late into this job!.. but I can look at the vouchers and give the dates, but the 'make/brand being the same, I feel it is difficult !”

I had nailed him so easily (I thought he would look at the unique id, the aadhaar number given to each piece, which is mentioned on those bills, if not the vouchers!)

“Now,” I sent a guided missile, “when we are going to dispose the earliest purchased one, how do we decide?... or even for a zero-depreciation beyond a point of time, how do we decide?”

“Yeh sab tou maine socha hi nahi thaa!” ('I never had thought of all this stuff/implications !), he conceded...
But he did ask, “then why did the auditor get quietened?”....

To which all I could console him with was... “Hey, promotions are on seniority, remember!”, and I added “what I pointed out, is not his-headache anyway... it is for a future manager”...

Before he could get out of that 'nascent' stage of a fresh dawn of mini-wisdom, I had my own hidden agenda...
I added, “So, .. the same way... do not forsake that 'ritual' that your forefathers had been doing for generations, on the phase of that moon, when your dad departed... and don't make it an English date, just because you find it easy to 'tick' mark, like we do at office calendar...
Just as those at our systems&Management dept at Head office had thought of several aspects when fans had to be numbered, and mentioned in that F&F register (furniture/fixture), our ancestors had devised these functions, which look like a stupid ritual to you right now, with great significance for our life, and also after-life!”
“Let me pay for the tea”... was all that he could afford now! Anyway, we share that 'single-tea' which was just INR 0.35 (those days!)...

While walking back to our desks, I quipped, “And remember, there was always a cost-effective short cut, in our rituals, and so don't end up paying exhorbitant fee to that priest too... He too is like our auditor, flexible for fee!.. You may end up losing the value-addition!”

audi-ably yours,

psn (21st July, 2015)

Sleep

I ain't no sleep-snatcher now...!!!

It ain't about sleep either ! (Anyway, we can't make it happen! It happens by itself! Otherwise, why should patients say 'sleeping pills don't work anymore with me?')

We have a very small group .
I tried to suggest.... “Try to make a note of that exact moment, when we get into sleep”....
I even clarified, “no need to note down the 'time' by the clock... Just good enough if we can say, 'Yep! I noticed'... Nothing more... When milk rises, being kept on a burning flame of a stove, we notice... it is only thereafter, we decide, whether to remove the milk, or switch off the stove, or to leave it as it is with a 'mujhe-kya, mera-kya' etc...”

Simpal/simple...
but peepal/people here 'shell-shocked' me (an outdated expression, perhaps, since shells are primitive with WMD, etc!)...
We turned into a “patent-examiner” with this suggestion (note the moment of sleep)...!!!

Okay, with me...
But,
I would have been so-happy if those patent-examining-minds would have asked, “Hey, did you work on sample basis, those 'trials' with animals?”

(why I would have been 'haappy' eeej/is... they are already 'at-it'!!!... Why, and how, figure it out yourself pleej/please! All I know, from what I saw, is that animals wake up instantly, when there is some warning around... some even 'stand+sleep' :)--its a smiley... No wonder very few 'casualties' during those 'natural-calamities' like an earthquake, tsunami etc...

I now wonder...
what was the big-risk, in what I said?
Only two possibilities... 1) we missed it yaar! 2) I noticed it yaar ...
The second choice waalas... (I wouldn't elaborate... neither would they would like-me-to... :)/smiley again!

The one I suggested, (I guess) , was far more easier than 'breath-watching'... For, when this one is suggested, most of us end up as 'teachers', and would try to teach our own-dear-body, how-to-breath!... With sleep, no such risks! (other risks, if any, I am yet to learn/+, ready-to-learn!)

Sleepily yours,

psn (20th July, 2015)

Post script: Oh yes! It wasn't my idea... (the experimentation of it).. my teacher's! When I did it, like an idiot(simply doing, not asking any queries)... it seemed like it didn't work at all!.. Only the clock told me, I slept too long (slept, because, none of the sensory perceptions worked while I was 'at-it'... As simple as that! :) smiley...)

A Defect, defective, and Defector!

In all probability, it is my 'own-defect' that persuaded me to write about a defect!

The earliest of my memory reminds me that a 'defect' is usually about some malfunction in something that hinder's the 'expected' functionality....

But later, I encountered more instances of 'defect' being referred to, in isolation/exclusivity!!!
I wondered, “how can something be a 'defect' ... all-by-itself?”...

I kept the question alive... In the meanwhile, I preferred to that 'hindrance-to-expected-functionality-wala' version of it ... It worked fine with me!

Somewhere in 1971, I happened to listen to a lecture by Swami Chinmayananda... (I was interested in spiritual talks)...
Somebody asked, “Sir, are there ghosts?”....
He smiled....
And a 'wizard' that he was with words, ideas, presentation, communication.... he did not miss the chance to convey what 'he' had as his agenda!
“I can only say my experience... the nearest 'encounter' I had with what we think to be a ghost... I was trapped in a desolate forest-like place once... it was dark, and I was tired... I found an abandoned hut like structure, with no windows or doors ... it was wide open... long disuse...

I spread out a cloth and slept on it.. somewhere at midnight I heard a noise, 'chhaarrr... chhaarrr...' some screeching, dragging like sound... I woke... it stopped... after a while, it came again, the noise... I had to check it out, 'who could it be at this hour, at this place!!!'.. It came at intervals... Now, I stepped outside that hut, and tried to look around... When the noise came again, I caught the culprit! A low hanging branch was brushing on the tiled roof, when there was a breeze!.. I went inside and slept more-peacefully!... Now the noise 'chhaarr... chhaarr..' means.. more breeze!”

The story went right into me!.... I found that the 'concept' not only rhymes well with my-own-guess-work, but it teaches me even further! I now started looking for some utilitarian-functionality, of something which all others hurry-up to label/brand as 'defect'! (Like for example, I had alike-looking twins as my class mates, and while others struggled to identify each, I found ingenious ways to look out for typical-oddities in them, which occurs 'by-default'... I was thus a 'defector' from the bulk of the people around who take pride in pointing-out-defects of others with a glee!).

At work place, I found that 'systems-people' too, did make use of 'defects'... While others could not 'explain' to themselves, as to why this 'silly-rule' is there, that a cashier should keep his rubber-stamp(seal of acknowledging receipt of cash), under protective lock and key overnight... I could 'figure it out' by myself, and even explained to those who would care-to-listen, that rubber stamps acquire a few defects due to use, over a period of time, and some cuts, blisters, along the margin, makes it distinct, and thus identify easily, if some 'counterfoil' is faked and produced as evidence later on!

We do see people 'differently' abled, are able to perform feats that even 'abled' ones cannot!

Yours defectively,

psn(15th July, 2015)

spontaneity

I guess, the dictionary may not venture to bring out the 'finer' qualities of this amazing word... (it might embarrass the 'lot' who find that cozy comfort in adhering to 'mere-socially-acceptable' norms, and not bothering about anything qualitative about 'life' itself!!

Yet, I was on the look out for a word that might come close to a 'response' that envisages 'least possible interference of the mind, especially its memory!

Oh! I was referring to 'spontaneity in reply/response, to another's communications, whether gesticulations or mere articulations!

A very amazing person said this about me, a while ago.. “you do not seem too keen to exchange.”

(The 'why' he is amazing to me, is a very long story... too many not-so-common qualities... Here the relevant quality is, he effortlessly transcends being 'subjective' about a person's mannerism, and straight-away proceeds to the 'stuff' in what is said... something very invaluable for a researcher!)

And, my usual 'spontaneous' self, ... as usual... just-proceeded to look within, and 'see'.. if it were so! Yes! Indeed, it was! But it was only about blogs... I am a full-fledged-chatter-box with a 'selective-few' on that whatsApp!

Two observations, I made....! (may be right or wrong!)...

Spontaneity enhances the possibility of capturing into words, (whether to utter these words or not, is a choice too!), those non-verbal thoughts, which snowballed out of pristine perceptions! Call it 'gut-feeling', a 'brain-wave', clairvoyance, intuition, ... whatever!
Some people are fortunate to guess, where their spontaneity emanates from... Others merely depend on luck to find if their utterances find 'predictability' or a mere bounce-back of brickbats!

Spontaneity enhances alertness, paving way for nurturing that elusive 'awareness'!

Now, when I choose to 'respond' (though spontaneously even)... I do require to take a look at the 'mind' that makes a communication towards me.. .. (it is about responding/replying to comments on blogs)... This takes away the focus of my own perception to a certain direction, which does not really support that 'enhanced' levels of perception! Meditative people 'tend' to speak less, but they do 'respond'! A simple non-reply-mode of silence is a response too :)

But I did not really 'plan' to withdraw like a tortoise.. Situation 'told' me to do so... Yes, the side-benefits were quite immense... Especially with/at this age of mine! (Oh! There are indeed, several modes of 'communication'... but that is a choice confined to those on spiritual quest!).

Spontaneously yours,

psn (6th July, 2015)

Media vindicated uniquely!

I was quite new to this 'social-networking-modes'....

The smart-phone hastened my learning...

It took me almost a day, to discover as to why my palm and fingers feel a little rigid, and aching!

I got it all wrong... 'a hand held device' ... yes! But it does not cry, all-of-a-sudden, if placed on a table, stool etc, like that 'pampered baby' who cries when placed down from mom's lap! In my eagerness to learn too-quickly, I forgot that I was taxing my fingers and palm too much (service-tax!).. And the mind was kept engaged, to avoid spider-leg like touches on touch-screen!

Then came the thrill of 'connectivity'... The bulk of youngsters remain glued to 'whatsApp'... so the reach is through-whatsApp (decades ago it was through their stomach... 'uncles' offer toffees, chocolates, etc to gain entry into a kid's heart!)....


When we run out of 'own' messages , there is always the 'forwards'!... (We are reassuring ourselves, that it's okay to remain a little 'backward', as long as we keep 'forwarding' stupidities forwarded to us!)....

And the most comforting thing is, 'anybody sends to anybody'... so there is no 'blamegame' if any forward is a 'fake'/hoax! Nice idea!
Media cannot afford this 'game' for too long! And so the 'blog title'!


I wondered! How did the 'society' come up, so soon.... with such a concept, which gives that symptomatic relief, (though never a 'cure'), for psychosomatic problems like 'loneliness', left-out-ness, singled-out-ness, etc!!!

Oh! Not really a 'new concept'...
We are so good at 'distorting' even the most precious of concepts, adages, etc emanating from most powerful scriptures!

“Matru devo Bhava”... (that 'maatru' is replaced twice, with Pitru, and then aacharya... and repeated till third time)....

Without the help of any gadget, the recent few generations have very successfully crushed its essence like they do with huge monster devices to old vehicles!

I was no exception, when I tried out this 'fake' interpretation, very sincerely too! But whatever I do, it leaves a wide-gap, with my reach no where near even the 'start-line' of that success-race!

Then somebody gave a hint... Like that hero of “36th chamber of shaolin did to a laborer”, saying, “Use the other end of the sledge-hammer”... And it became 'too-clear'...

A kid would simply gape at the interpretation 'treat mom/dad/teacher like a God/demi-God'! (the term 'guru' is rarely used instead of 'aacharya'... Nice..! When stupidity intensifies, stupidity-within-stupidity eludes, and truth retains a camouflaged glimmer!).

I tried with:
What if a kid does not have/know a dad/mom?
What if a kid is never sent to a teacher (school or an informal source even)?

On the other hand, logic does support , with the 'inadvertent-retention' of the suffix “Bhava”... Even TV serials borrow “Aayushmaan Bhava”... (may it 'happen-thus', or Bhava... that you be-long-lifer)...

Now, a mom can be told “may it happen that you seem like a Goddess!”
a dad too... “May it happen that you feel like a 'God”
an aachaarya ... “May you be looked upon like a 'God'...!”
This was not-even-a dictum! Just a profound-wish! (Yep/yes... there was a culture, when somebody 'really-elder' makes a wish, it becomes like a 'dictum' to the other, and he/she strives for it... not like the Gourmet's wish 'May you give up LPG subsidy', and the gourmet itself doubles the salary+Perks of its own legislators!)...

Now, applying this 'guess'... it does look feasible... All the three are full-grown-adults... They 'know' the concept of 'God' far better than an LKG kid... They can 'try-it-out' with a kid... Being God-like... loving unconditionally, totally, sincerely, without any expectation, etc...!


Yours,

quixotic-Bhaavaami,
psn(5th July, 2015)

LKG same-to-same

Oh Yes!

At LKG (lower Kinder-Garten)... level, I found the similarity in English Medium LKG class and Spiritual LKG classes!

“Finger on your lips” says the teacher-nee (in Hindi, it is safer to add 'ni' to ensure freedom from gender related issues! I am no 'Chair-Man' like Mao-jee)..
And then the 'alpha-beta' like things percolate in its hierarchy... (yes, they do everything to kaan-fuse/confuse us, unlike Indian languages where soft-vowels are a preemptive strike on our grey-matter, as a surgical-strike by army!)...

“Finger on your noses” says the teacher Jee (no gender issues with this 'being' :)... he is both, by choice)...
And then, the other lessons percolate deeper!

Both the teachers, never thereafter insist on fingers be kept at lips/noses... But the process continues, even without those fingers!

The breath has-to-be balanced without the use of fingers (it can be looked at as a concession too! Only those who did not 'sincerely' do that 'finger on nose' properly, struggle later without its use :)

At Schools, not much to describe... mostly it is copy-paste... if from memory (hard disk), an assured 'wah-wah'... but if from the next kid, a pun-ish-ment!

At the other school, I dunno.. I just came out of LKG, and then I am too busy, to even find out as to 'which-class-room' I got pushed into! It is too fuzzy here!

(oh yes... aaj kal/now-a-days... the format is all 'crumpled-up'... late entrants, so lateral entry direct degree!.. In ancient days, finger-on-noses was for 2 full years!)

Nosily yours,

psn(1st July, 2015)

International Yoga day!

These people celebrated the 'Yoga day' a little ahead of time....

not their fault...

Nature couldn't wait for 21st June...

The essential ingredient of "Yoga" is about giving one's 100% into whatever we do!

They are 'just-into-it'

I received these images on WhatsApp, with the message "Sikhs serving langar food to stranded passengers at Dadar yesterday (19th June, 2015, when rains flooded the place, Mumbai). Salute the Sardars"  The details in bracket/braces, by me...

Maybe such news is not commercially viable for media!

But it does work to inspire us into Yoga!

psn