Thursday, July 22, 2021

THE 'BRAHMIN' SUPREMACY

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Because of several global and nation-destabilizing political and religious agendas, where almost every pious and deeply philosophical word in the Hindu dictionary has been attacked viciously to create completely twisted rhetoric about India and Indian culture, and not to deny, the immense stupidity of uneducated Hindu people who just knew how to hold a lineage and exploited their positions and authority- had a combined effect that has left the word "Brahmin" quite malnourished and if not, severely maligned. Especially when an extremely educated and brilliant prodigy of our land, Dr. B.R. Ambedkar, drew such a terrific conclusion from his narrow experience within his social territory, it is evident that misunderstanding has no limit, especially in regards to Hindu dialects. In this blog, I shall try to portray my idea of what is "Brahmin" in its true sense and also in a modern context, because I feel, by years of experience, with the influence of global forces, the thirsty young generation is being made to alienate from their cultural roots by drawing false equivalence in some completely random context in the name of Science to make it seem like the arguments are logical, although they are far from a well-built logic.

No doubt Bharat aka India had a great historical lineage of knowledge and ultimate wisdom, even a few centuries ago. Almost all the globally recognized cultures somewhere had a trace in the Indian subcontinent. I was amazed to find the Indian scent was amalgamated in the history of far western cultures, the Middle East, and also in native Asian cultures. It is very evident that such a brilliant position of wealth and knowledge wouldn't have come just randomly without having a proper scientific social structure. Many classes of people (Varna) made the social function and flourish, and everyone had the same importance, only their role is different. As long as society exists, the class will be there- simply because every human being isn't capable of doing everything. It is in the hands of us not to make the difference into toxic discrimination. There was the head of societies, scientists, intellectuals, decision-makers, teachers, diplomats, doctors, poets, scholars, etc. who were called 'Brahmins'. Then there were people who fought for the monarch's territory to save it from foreign invasions. Such people who were trained in special ways for that task were called 'Kshatriyas'. In modern terminology, they are soldiers. Now different societies had different resources to function and a healthy exchange of resources formed the basis of the economy. People who handled this aspect were of varna or class (although varna and class are not exactly synonymous) called 'Vaishyas'. In modern terminologies, they are businessmen, entrepreneurs. And then came the fourth pillar of the society, people who maintained hygiene and cleanliness of the society- they were called 'Shudras'. They were undoubtedly one of the most important wings of a society. In modern terminology, they are sweepers and cleaners. From this context, we can see that the Varna system is a very intrinsic part of society for it to function in a coordinated way and flourish.

Where did it go wrong? 

It so happened that in a typical Hindu family back then, the boys (girls were also not deprived of education), from a very early age, went to gurukuls, where they were trained with everything- knowledge (shastras) and weaponry (shstras). At the time of culmination, based on the capability of children, the guru assigned the Varna, on whether he should be a Brahmin, or a Kshatriya or a Vaishya, or a Shudra. And therefrom, their journey started. The system started collapsing under the influence of various violent foreign invasions that had been almost rubbed off our history pages to keep us in deep ignorance. Also because of some distorted concept and a false sense of superiority of one class or the other, which was built in gradual scales in certain segments of society- the undeserving took positions of authority, and hence Hindu society was almost doomed a natural outcome. And this process of family inheritance of varna was so instilled deeply that even today, varna only means something from the family inheritance of titles in the name! I can change my title anytime I want. That doesn't change me in any way!

Even if someone is a Shudra by the idea of family inheritance, he can be a very deserving candidate for contributing to society on intellectual grounds- as a Brahmin. Let's bring the essence of the Varna system back, by not denying the role of Brahmins in shaping our society and not ignoring the role of Shudras in keeping us from potential diseases and epidemics. Brahmins were and would always exist in society and without them, we are a directionless mess. Every work holds importance and no work should make any difference in which we fundamentally treat human beings. 

Athithi Deva Bhabha had been the tone in which we had been rooted deeply and surely, discrimination is a disease that we can abolish with a little sense of humaneness. Let's join hands to eliminate discrimination together and embrace fellow humans, regardless of how one contributes to society. Simply abusing our own land and the greatness which the entire world looks up to, won't make us rich. Rather, it adds to our rigid mentality of colonial slavery. 

Have a nice day!

Tuesday, July 13, 2021

OF LIFE AND LOVE!

Prologue: What you will read below is neither a philosophy, nor a doctrine but is solely an articulation of my own experiences over the years. It is absolutely possible that the content of this blog is not relatable to you, it is also possible that you might totally resonate with the content with your own experiences. I am opening this up today for the first time in public simply because once in a while when profundity happens, to be with it and allow it to be a part of yourself is the most intelligent way to live.
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Love- is perhaps one of the most sought after, most misunderstood and most polluted word in the English dictionary after God. Humanity's craze with love far extends all of time and landscapes. I went through all the stages of this and by grace, I was blessed that my entity allowed me to touch the crest of what I would undoubtedly call as love. One of the movies that did leave a lasting mark on me after The Matrix, is Interstellar. If one notices attentively, the entire movie is brilliantly and artistically crafted out of two concepts- Gravity, without which the existence is impossible and Love, without which biological existence is impossible- making it one of the deepest philosophical movies I went through. Intellectuals often try to be content with their very limited idea of rationality but there is enough of rational evidence to the fact that there are too many phenomena which are beyond any scope of explanation and aptly enough, every phenomenon doesn't owe an explanation. If you intellectually try to ask yourself, "Why is she beautiful?", the way you perceived beauty when you found her beautiful, will fade off. While intellect is good in it's own endeavor, but without emotions, it becomes lame. Human beings have achieved the impossible in moments of total love, and history proves the fact. Emotions isn't contradictory to intelligence but in my opinion, it is complimentary and presence of emotions is as necessary as intelligence is.

I am from a typical conservative family. So you can say that I have had absolutely no exposure to something called love or whatsoever. It wasn't my pursuit either, and I didn't pay any heed to the same. From childhood, one thing I knew for certain- that I am unaffected by so many circumstances that people around me seem to react to in bizzare ways. I was an observer to myself, what I did, what I thought, how I behaved, I shaped all of them slowly myself. What you might be seeing as my personality today, isn't a product of society, but something of which every inch I crafted. I was much more impressed by crematoriums than beautiful houses, and therefore I was not quite a candidate for being an ideal family man. Now, as an explorer, I personally find much more solace and fulfiment in crematoriums than in deluxe complexes. It is not that I didn't try to fit myself here, I did, after nature started the hormonal flux post adolescence, I had tried to build some handful of relationships with women, but fortunately, all of them failed after sometime, quite terribly! That's where I realized that I was thoroughly fooling myself with these petty stuffs when such a broad horizon is there waiting to be tapped.

Have I ever been in love in relationships? Well, after the richest of what I have experienced, it wasn't love that I felt anywhere being in conditioned relationships. All those feelings that I misunderstood as love was simply nature's programmed response to human biological needs. Yes, I did genuinely care for all the women I mistook as "mine", and I did my best in those teenage days and I am satisfied for that. It's not that I did injustice to any of my relationships as per my understanding back then. What I learned very quickly being in relationships was social and human resource management, and I won't disagree to the fact that every relationships I have been in contributed to my social maturity- in which I was completely null and void.

It wasn't a very special day to start with. Nothing very superficial, nothing great- just an usual day. I came across a woman. And just by mere talking to her for an hour, something inside me burst open. Something that I had never felt till then. As the feeling grew deeper, I realized more and more that it is not related to anyone, it's just in me. Because I was thoroughly a boy of intellect, I couldn't understand a bit of what was happening inside, but whatever was happening, was wonderful and I didn't want to stop it. Loads of strong yet subtle feelings flowed from every point of my body. The feeling was wonderfully liberating- you just need nothing. Time flows by and you're simply there, just like that. You're at your best of everything and this impression falls on everyone around you. I remember, for 7 long days, I was just living every moment. Every book about love, a handful of philosophies, everything went into trash in a moment. I got to know very clearly what is not love. It was not towards anyone specific, and anything I did, I sang, I wrote, I painted, in love, added so much more glaze to what I did. I totally embraced that experience and somehow it left me transformed, and till date I am grateful to be capable of that experience. It shattered quite some hard shells of my persona and directed me towards a way towards fulfilled life. There was no reason, no purpose, no timing for love to exist. 

Jotting down the entire experience in a single sentence- Love is when your emotions work at the highest level, you don't exist in a way, you are throbbing with the juice of life, whatever you do, touch, say, the way you're makes a totally different impact of the same. You can share this expression with anyone and anything. It is not about someone but something, you can't discriminate even the animate and inanimate! The vibe of the atmosphere becomes very lively. This IS, what I understand, as love. So why didn't it happen before, not even in relationships where I had shared my entire body and mind with the other half? The answer is simple- deep-built prejudices, around how love should be a give and take strategy, quantifying love like potatoes in a vegetable market, and a very polluted notion of the same which doesn't allow our hearts to open, to be free, to be vulnerable. I had been a prey to the false notions, and not only did it not block me from being free to love, but also made everything toxic around, even when I didn't want it to be. 

Love is when you're the sunrise and the sunset, and every moment in between, love is when you need nobody to be absolutely yourself, love is when you look at anything and instantly it becomes yours. Love is when you make someone feel a tinge of the same, love is when you don't exist even being totally alone in the universe with billions of other people. Love is that tenderness, that realm, where you become totally giving, you totally surrender yourself. Whether to hold someone to look upto it, or to be completely alone makes no difference. Love is, when you experience permanence of the self which is rooted into everything dynamic and temporary. Discovering yourself, o friend, is love!

May you be in love, may you taste the perennially flowing juice of life.....!

Epilogue

"Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place."

Zora Neale Hurston


Monday, July 12, 2021

RATH YATRA: THE GENESIS AND ESSENCE

I naturally get attracted to depth. Extreme depths of knowledge, love, understanding, draw me without my consent. Academic books seldom gave me solace to the unbearable thirst I had- a thirst to know and dive into the depths of the universe and its mystery around. It's out of the book world and gazing around, I discovered it's all here, in my country. I don't care about people's opinions much because the opinions of people rarely have cut through words into the essence knitted into it.

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Bharat, aka India, is this unimaginable piece of the subcontinent. Guarded by the mighty mountains in the north that made me feel humility at its utmost, and the oceans all around washing the countries shore, there is no place like this in the entire world! Not only in terms of knowledge, but the intrinsic quality woven into the culture that grew up of this land affirms the fact that this land is very, very different when compared to any other, even today. Just as close as a few centuries ago, this subcontinent was at the crest of economic development and scientific knowledge. Well, the entire nexus to wash this off, and to make the inhabitants of Bharat completely disconnected from its roots is not the context of today's discussion. The more I get into the language, mathematics, music, and arts of Bharat- everything seems to touch one single fragrance, everything seems to lead to one way- the way to touch the peak of human consciousness. It's simply immense. From the outside, it's very aptly noticeable- the geometry of architecture, in the entire scape of the nation, has been crafted by taking into account a very keen subtlety. All the four corners has been sealed nicely with temples- the one on the East- Puri is one of the four dham that is the hub of transformation. A beautiful lore has been set up locking all of them at their places; the rest being Badrinath in the North, Dwaraka in the West and Rameshwaram in the South. A lore is not to be taken as a piece of belief or mythology or any piece of serious history, but several real time facts wonderfully interwoven in an imaginative story. It's only the essence that is important.


Genesis:


Perhaps one of the oldest in antiquity and richest in cultural lineage, the temple in Jagannath Puri is said to be the only temple in the world to have statues of 3 divine entities who are siblings in relation- Krishna, Balaram, and Subhadra. All of them are from the time when Mahabharata happened, almost 5000 years ago. 

One of the rhetorics says that Kamsa, the maternal uncle of Krishna, wanted to kill both Krishna and his elder brother, Balaram on the pretext of inviting them to Mathura. He sent a chariot to Gokul to bring them with the charioteer Akrur. The day when Krishna and Balarama left for Mathura on that chariot is celebrated as the famous day of Ratha Yatra, which is celebrated every year on this tithi (according to the Hindu calender, this day is observed on the second day of Asadha month), and this year it is today- the publishing date of this blog. This is also the day Kamsa was killed by Krishna, and it is said that for this humongous victory, Krishna and Balarama took his sister Subhadra for a city ride- the day which devotees celebrate till today. This is among the less popular version.

Although various scholars agree to several versions of the genesis, which is mentioned in Brahma Purana, Skanda Purana, and several other treatises, the widely accepted and rigorous version behind the significance of Puri Jagannath is, however, little different. After the 18 days of the great Kurukshetra battle got over, Gandhari, the mother of Kauravas, lamenting upon the death of her sons, cursed Krishna that he would die in a similar manner. And it happened when one day, Krishna was resting in a forest and a fisherman named Jara (who was Bali in his previous birth, as revealed by Krishna), thinking Krishna's leg to be a hunt, shot him in his leg. There is a spot near the ankle, if hit with sufficient force, can cause immediate death. And in this way, the curse of Gandhari was realized and Krishna left his body, in a very peaceful manner. After this, the lore diverges into two parts to meet again- 

(A) The heart of Krishna (still a topic of intense discussions of skepticism and mystery) reappeared to the people of a particular tribe in the East after his half-cremated body was given to the Dwaraka sea. King Indrayumna- (according to the Puranas and the Mahabharata, the son of Bharata and Sunanda, and the ruler of Avanti kingdom, present-day Malwa) on knowing about it, tried to steal the heart of Krishna. On trying to use force, the heart disappeared. Immediately Indrayumna repented this and sought to bring him into this Earthly abode in a different form.

(B) In immense grief, the elder brother and younger sister of Krishna was carried his body which was half cremated and immersed to the Dwaraka sea. Coincidentally, King Indrayumna also dreamt that the body of Krishna has reappeared in the seashores near his kingdom which was in the East.

Pic: The heart of Krishna, courtesy: Google

Whatever be the story in the middle, it eventually comes to the point that Indrayumna decided to build a grand temple to keep Krishna forever. On looking for an architect, it is said that Vishwakarma, a symbolism of the ultimate architect of the universe, arrived at that place, disguised as an old man. He asked not to be disturbed while making the temple. Many days passed, but the old man didn't come out from the room he went into- without any food or water. Worried, Indayumna forced the door opened and immediately Vishwakarma disappeared. What he saw was half-built idols of Krishna, Balarama and Subhadra- which is carried even today- the idols have no hands. This is a symbolic interpretation of two aspects- the impatience of the king and the sanctity which was maintained since then. These deities are remade every 12 years as they are made of neem wood which eventually disintegrates. They are to be made again in 2027- with the same incomplete concept.


Ratha Yatra:


The Ratha Yatra is one of the famous festivals of Bharat, and one of the 12 major festivals of Lord Jagannath. Ratha or chariot is spoken in this land from time immemorial. From the earliest inscriptions of Rig Veda, to Ramayana, Mahabharata and many other Puranas like Vishnupuranas, Ratha has it's mention in many different contexts and dielects. Interestingly, the descriptions match exactly how Rathas were discovered very recently in Sinauli, on excavation. Some scholars owe the origin of Ratha Yatras to Buddhism, and some to Jaininsm, but this is very evident that the festivity is archaic. Ratha Yatra is also called Gundicha Yatra. It is said that the Jagannath temple magnificently crafted by Indrayumna wasn't accessible to the sinners/untouchables. But the queen of Indrayumna suggested to let it be open to everyone for some time so that even the people from the least neglected background can attain salvation by darshan of the holy idols. This marked the beginning of Ratha Yatra celebration, which is therefore aptly named as Gundicha Yatra. 

In modern context, the Ratha Yatra is a symbolism to universal embracing, and dissolving the borders between every caste, creed or religion and just embracing the human beings- as a realization to the fact that fundamentally division exists in the human mind, are human constructs and not in nature. Everyone has equal rights and the working/societal background doesn't matter. To embrace this fact even at a broader scale, the king of Puri himself becomes a sweeper on this festival, thus serving the deity in this form. It is also a slight remainder to the fact that king, peasant, brahmins, Kshatriyas, or whatever that means in modern terms, are human-defined, and it shouldn't necessarily determine the quality of someone's life. This is also a brilliant showcase that is a very fundamental quality of the culture of Bharat- devotion. Devotion not in fear, but by transcending the limits of love- devotion at its highest form. Without devotion in heart, no quality in a human being can really mature beyond an extent. In fact, the humongous number of devotees coming at this auspicious occasion created a global image to such a point that the English word "juggernaut" originated in context to Jagannath which is a metaphorical force regarded as merciless, destructive, and unstoppable by the dictionary. 

This occasion concludes into closure on the 12th day, with the re-entry of Lord Jagannath into the temple. In a context, Ratha Yatra can also be a symbolic representation of attaining liberation- the ultimate seeking of any human being. The Kathopanishad (3/3-4) gives a beautiful analogy-


    आत्मानं रथिनं विद्धि शरीरं रथमेव तु। 

बुद्धिं तु सारथिं विद्धि मनः प्रगहमेव च॥ 

इन्द्रियाणि हयानाहुíवषयांस्तेषु गोचरान्‌। 

आत्मेन्द्रियमनोयुक्तं भोक्तेत्याहुर्मनीषिणः॥ 


    Translation: ‘O Nachiketa! This body is the chariot and this atma (soul, the foundation of life) is its owner, the charioteer. The buddhi (intellect) is its driver. The mind is its reins. The indriyas (sense organs) are the horses pulling the chariot. The objects of taste, touch, etc. are its path. Thus, the atma uses the indriyas and anthkaran (conscience) as a means to enjoy worldly pleasures. Understand in this way’


This is such a beautiful rendition of the entire concept, the juice of life, the core essence of human endeavor and knitted into a festival where millions attend. Ratha or chariot is symbolic to our body and the atman or soul is referred to charioteer. The charioteer is in the chariot is pulled by horses (analogic to our sense organs). It is in between proper coordination of the mind and senses that the charioteer reaches it's destination, i.e., ultimate liberation. This is exactly how I want to justify the title of this blog and the introduction to the same. There is a subtle essence to everything that is held by this culture. One just needs an open and dust-free mind to explore the infinite riches that you can get.

I feel speechless and amused by the sheer intensity of devotees whose hearts beat with the tune of creation and I can stay without an explanation. The phenomenon itself is so unattainable that every silly explanation loses its relevance to someone who experiences it. 

Welcome to Bharat! Jay Jagannath! 


Wednesday, June 30, 2021

HUMANITARIAN SCUMBAG


It was a regular day for Dinesh, a hardworking man from Jhitka, who worked for Manab, a local businessman by profession. Dinesh handled regular needs like supplying groceries for Manab's family and working at Manab's complex. He also drives Manab's car. Today, he was called by Arnesh, a respected dignitary, business diplomat, humanitarian and also the younger brother of Manab, who would be going somewhere. Dinesh was called to come at 12pm. Generally, Dinesh is very punctual in everything. But today, he was alone in the market complex, and even to inform this fact, the validity of his sim was over. There was no way he found to come, but he managed to come anyway by 12:20 pm to Arnesh. 

Arnesh: (Seeing him arriving) *Yells at the top of his voice* I TOLD YOU TO COME AT 12 PM. WHAT IS THIS? 

Dinesh: Sir, I tried to... 

Arnesh: SHUT UP! THIS IS DISGUSTING! YOU PEOPLE ARE SO UNWORTHY OF EVEN MAINTAINING A PROPER TIME. I HAD TO GO TO THIS PLACE AND NOW YOU'RE 20 MINUTES LATE. DO YOU PEOPLE KNOW THE VALUE OF 20 MINUTES? I WONDER ON WHY YOU'RE NOT FIRED TILL NOW. THERE IS NO NEED FOR YOU NOW. WE WILL GO BY OURSELVES. 

Dinesh: ....(with a cold voice, heads down) But sir, I wanted to.... 

Arnesh: (Screaming) DON'T SPEAK A WORD TO ME, YOU SCUMBAG. YOU EVEN DARE TO TALK BETWEEN ME! GO AWAY RIGHT NOW, GET LOST! 

Dinesh, without speaking a word, held his heads down and left the place. This incident boiled my blood. Everyday, millions of people like this are exploited, even in ways much more brutal than this, just because they don't hold that authority. 
This is the world we are living in. Most of these so called humanitarian people of great social image are so miserably sick in their minds when it comes to their personal spheres. Someone rightly said, "Most of the people sitting in places of great authority and responsibility are often big idiots". In building this society, we lack a very fundamental humanitarian tone on a general scale. When the entire idea of success in life is gauged on the scale of what others achieve, instead of seeing money as a tool for material aspirations but as life itself, when love is measured on the gauge of purposefulness, when every road to touching one's tune in heart is blocked by these useless noises which are fed from childhood to create these prejudices, how can one expect peace to prevail? It's just a matter of time before riots break out. Somehow, it is instilled in us that we need to control someone else, someone vulnerable in order to feel powerful. And this is a clear symptom of how weak you're. Being in a responsible position doesn't mean exploitation, but of a conscious response to everything. One gesture of you can make or break someone's day. I often wonder, who is really the scumbag here? It takes nothing, absolutely nothing to be polite to people, to be caring towards people, especially empowering the vulnerable ones. We preach the philosophy of equality, but is this achievable? Absolutely not, not in the near future atleast. This is because the robust way in which we made our economic model, there's discrimination on every ground. This diversity is necessary for a society to exist. Imagine if the farmers refused to sell you food or the sweepers refused to clean a place, where would our "important" positions be. It would totally break down. If this diversity has to be made healthy, and not turned into discrimination, there should be a mutual sense of respect between any two interacting human beings. How?
The solution again comes from us. We have to start with ourselves. We have to nurture people around us in a gentler way. Children shouldn't be used as a resource to cater to what parents desire, but should be an expression of the flowering of humanity that everyone shall witness and benefit from. We have to start being more cautious about how we respond to situations around us, and introspect at the end of the day where we could optimise. Let's start this today. To change this world, let's begin with ourselves. Small steps everyday could transform our impressions on minutest level, thereby benefitting the entire atmosphere around us. Humanity shouldn't be your preaching, your very persona must reflect that- that's success. This is the only definition of success I had ever inculcated- success is something that's not given to you, it's attaining something which nobody or nothing can ever snatch from you.


Sunday, June 27, 2021

Siddhartha

 


Gautama the Buddha, two millennia ago, created a huge wave of spirituality in the thirsty world. This man alone, by his sheer presence, created so much influence all over the world that today Buddhism, the path of Gautama, is one of the major world religions. There are gallons of books on the teachings of the Buddha, his words, his works, his path, his way of life. But none left a trail of the essence, the smell of who Gautama really was. So one day, I suddenly almost accidentally stumbled upon this book, gifted to me by one of my friends, and realized that I have hit a gold mine! 

This is a thin book where I glimpsed who the Buddha was, in the eyes of a thirsty young boy who tried all ways of life, from being a Samana, a forest dweller, to a businessman, a lover, and a father, only to find the treasure that he is looking for, is eternal, is always there. This is a theme that touched me to the deepest. I can say with utmost gratitude and confidence that Herman Hesse almost perfectly knit the Buddha with this story. You can explore this, too. 

It can be bought here on Amazon or Flipkart


The Alchemist

 


We all dream, in the night, and in life. Our hearts speak a voice- a voice of destiny, a voice to liberating us from the clutches of deception, misery, the cyclic clutches of society, a voice that is our own guide. Listening to that voice is when you discover life, discover yourself. The essence of the fable is exactly that- a journey of a young shepherd who dreams, who hears the voice of his soul, but falls in a dilemma many a time whether to choose discomfort to explore new horizons or be in comfort to stay limited by that identity. Alchemy is the art of transformation of metals. This metaphor is drawn in regards to life. This is about the transformation of life, and the search for destiny. Where do you find all that you're looking for? The story is narrated in a beautiful way by Coelho, and it depends on how you grasp it. This book is known to have transformed the lives of many people who touched the essence of it. 


It can be bought here from Amazon or Flipkart.


By the way, there's a movie that is planned for this story. Will Smith is in one of it's lead role! Watch the trailer here.








Friday, June 25, 2021

WHAT I LEARNT BEING A TEACHER

In the elite traditions of Bharat, a few centuries ago when it occupied nearly a third of world's GDP, guru-shishya parampara was seen as the epitome of all possible human relationships.
From Patanjali to the Buddha, from Thales, to Archimedes, from Galileo Galilei to Richard Feynman, from Lao Tzu to Rajneesh Osho, from Edwin Hubble to Fritz Zwicky, from Issac Newton to Albert Einstein, from Satyendranath Bose to Ramanujan, and from H.C. Verma to Grant Sanderson- are a few names in my wall of mind whom I grew up with. I'm not very fond of friends, and am not very friendly either, but teachers and knowledge were part and parcel of my life since the time my memory can retain. I was exceedingly thirsty of knowledge, as a result of which I was never an ideal scapegoat for the current education system I am a part of. After more than two decades of my journey here on this Earth, I aptly feel that there was some pre-built push that never allowed me to settle on anything limited and I was always searching- from the absolutely gigantic scale to the minutest and subtlest that human beings have ever reached. It's absolutely alright not to have this thirst from birth. It was just that I was somehow unlucky (or, is it?)

I am still as hungry as I was, maybe I had to tune down my expressions in order to fit with the social square because my work is with people around. There are teachers who inspired me and my thirst more than I had ever expected, there are teachers who gifted me wings of perspective and yet there were many so-called people in the garb of teachers who couldn't tolerate me because of their own limitations of knowledge, or maybe the fear of getting an ego hurt.

In many parts of India, teaching is still considered to be quite a low profile job- something which someone does only if he/she isn't able to do anything that great. But my perception and experience around which I grew up taught me something which is centuries away from the prevalent social picture. I understand this perception is because of incompetence merging with necessity. Because I have an enormous thirst for knowledge, to know everything that is, to intellectually grasp everything that I come across, ranging from pre-history, Geography, Politics, Cosmology, Anthropology, Alchemy, Music, Mathematics, literally anything, anything that stimulated my intellect, the best way I have ever understood it is by teaching it to someone, less for the sake of teaching but more in the sake of learning better, grabbing it clearly. And here from I did realise my passion- an intense passion to teach. I am of that type that I can let go everything on a loincloth and explore the world rather than working most of my day in a firm for some little money. So, there's no question of the later being my profession.

Teaching is an art, and teachers are the pillar of the world, probably one of the strongest pillars. So, in an ideal sense, being a teacher is a big, big responsibility. A responsibility to build a generation of fresh and intense learners, and shaping their future with the hope that everyone lives a fulfilled life. A degree does never ensure a teacher, for the first thing I learned by being a teacher is that I have to be the most interested student at the first place.

My career in teaching started around 4 years ago, right after I joined college. I not only earned for myself, but also was fulfilled in the most beautiful way. Everyday is a new day, in the endless river of knowledge, everyday I can have an empty pitcher to pull out some water from that river. There was nothing more transforming than the identity of teacher I carried around. The second thing I learnt was discipline in maintaining time. I was struggling to have a proper discipline because I never planned anything, every day was kind of random, but being in a schedule helped me to arrange my day in a beautiful way. Being in discipline has helped me in my quest in a more organized way than ever before. Nextly, because of my very limited social interactions, I was very bad in conversing. Many a times, I had situations where I intended to express something but my choice of words made it offensive! Being in a dedicated group of students made me very conscious of my choice of words, and this is something I learn on a daily basis, and it has thoroughly helped me. Apart from that, a huge fraction of the impression that a teacher makes on a student made me aware of response- how to respond to every act of individual students. This involves studying and understanding each student in depth- probably more than he/she knows himself/herself! Every response I make can make/break someone's vision or day. Being extra conscious of this fact coupled with my own terrible experience as a student back in my teenage has really made every interaction into a fruitful and productive one.
Last but not the least, I have absolute freedom to dive into the sea of knowledge, whichever way I want. This is the freedom I have always seeked, and is something that I am fulfilled with. I go on a voyage to new horizons of perspective and knowledge, and feel very satisfied to share it with a broader group- the future of humanity.
Teaching is, and will continue to be the best way I can be a student forever. I am deeply indebted to everyone who paved my way to this journey of self exploration.



Sunday, June 20, 2021

AND NOW, YOGA!



There's a thirst, a voice, everyone is born with.

An insatiable thirst, a subtle voice which gets lost in the chaos of this world when your senses get involved here too heavily to not pay attention to even the faintest of that voice.

You earn money, become successful in your perspective, make a family, earn fame, try all methods of satiating yourself. If you don't try hard enough, you become dull and lifeless. If you try hard enough, you get exhausted.

When you are too full with everything you have ever dreamt for, you suddenly get to realize it's worth nothing in the existence, in a piece of cosmic dust, floating around in the middle of nowhere. All the imagined self importance comes to a halt, and you find yourself in the midst of a pathless path for which you're your own guide.

And now, Yoga. It's only after you have totally realized the futility of all the importance you have imagined with the idea of having a privileged position in the world. It is after you totally realize the fact that even after achieving everything you wanted, the desire is like mirage, and leads nowhere in that insatiable thirst. It's after you realize that being rich in attire is absolutely unrelated to your quality of life being rich every moment. It's a jump inside, it's a vision into the in. It takes not even one moment before this body burns in the funeral pyre and loses all it's hard earned importance.

Either start early, or get too late. The destination and the source, is Yoga- the oneness that weaves the entire universe.

I bow down to the profundity of saints and yogis who brought this tool for the entire humanity to benifit from.

Happy International Yoga day! Start today, or be too late, like a dream from which you always wake up regretting.


Wednesday, June 2, 2021

GOD & DOGMA

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In the scientifically progressive modern-day world, is there a need for belief in religion or superstitions such as God? Well, once again, there are many perspectives to it. This is no Single Choice Question, and now, we are going to dive deep into the fundamentals of this question and see if we can find something conclusive.

This happened. In my Thermodynamics class, suddenly one day, our curious professor suddenly asked us, “Does God exist?” When he turned his eyes to me, I just asked him, “What do you mean by God?” He willingly ignored my question to provide his ready-made answer to us. This is where the problem lies. If everyone understood the word “atom” differently, there would have been no real communication of the idea. Similarly, the idea of God is very misinterpreted. A bright existential truth is jotted down to the framework of what human minds can imagine, and obviously, it became illusory as the realization was lost. There are four types of Gods- one perception in monotheistic religions and the three perceptions in East Asia, and I wish to put them thoroughly into context before engaging in any further discussion as such.

1. The first God is the fearful one. The one who loves people who believe in him, but at the same time, orders to subjugate the others without what He wants the people to believe, although He himself created the people with different sets of beliefs! The one who loves people till they believe in Him. He is the supreme creator, and there is no one else except Him. He is everywhere, He is formless, yet He has got a gender- he is a male! The moment you call God “She”, He will get offended. He observes every move you make and will give you rewards for what He wants, and will punish you for what He doesn’t want. This is what I call the scapegoat model of God. He is everywhere, yet, you can never see him. In its extremism, you will be forced to believe with a gun in your head until you get schizophrenic. If He is formless, He must not have any sensory inputs, the ability to judge(because judgment is by the preset prejudices set by the human mind), nor the set of morale that your society has built. These are not God-given morale, this is what you made out of it. Further, he tells you what to eat, how to live, how to make love- I see this just as a way to make a sane human go paranoid. If He really was so obsessed with your beliefs, either He would have created only humans and not these millions of perfect creatures, and then He would have only created humans without brains! He is God, the perfect one- so why on this Earth did he need to put all these planets and asteroids and so many shining galaxies without a purpose? This model of God is to freeze the human mind with fear and use them as resources for conquest (often brutal) - a rudimentary expression of human pursuit.

2. The second type of God is a bit interesting- which is found exclusively in India and a few other East Asian countries (although mostly destroyed by communal forces). These are called deities, tools that you make to expand your horizons about various parameters like health, wealth, peace, intelligence, occult, etc. The people who believed in the first kind were also instructed to completely abolish these deities! This was called idol worship. Once again this name jumps up from a very rudimentary understanding of foreign fellows who had fixed patterns of thought. These idols were machines made in a certain way by people who could work with energies in a certain way. What was worship in their understanding was just a way to take care of that machine so that it functioned at an optimum level. Because in many aspects they were human-like, people often developed an emotional relationship with these consecrated deities. Recently, there are live examples of people like Ramakrishna Paramahamsa to whom an idol of Maa Kali (an intense form made for occult purposes) was an absolute reality. If my grandpa passed away, there is no wrong in trying to remember him by his idol or trying to pay respect to his portrait. But somehow Type-1 God ordered every form of idol worship to be brutally destroyed. It had its own consequences though, but it clearly shows what is really in the garb by the name of Type-1 God. Even now, in many parts of India, idols are consecrated and used for certain purposes which may be incomprehensible to ordinary people. 

3. The third type of God is rather cool! By its very description, you can infer that it’s made in India! (Just being a little sarcastic). Well, this can also be seen as a very refined version of Type-1 God and has been the central point of the life of countless Yogis and mystics who referred to the same as God-realization, the realization of truth, moksha, nirvana, etc. This God is omnipresent and formless. This God is everywhere, every moment, never was born, can never die. This God is the basis of all animate and inanimate things that are all around the universe. God is in everything, everything is in God. This God is responsible for all the creation and destruction. This God is nothing and everything. That’s exactly the reason why they never said “God understanding” or “God-worshipping”- because it is impossible to be understood. This reminds me of a parallel idea in the scientific arena- energy, which can neither be created nor be destroyed. This definition of energy was coined much recently- im 1842, by Julius Robert Mayer. But just to remind you, this had been an existential truth in India far back in 3500 BCE- the least we know!

4. This is the most prominent form of God in the perception of people, or rather people who walked this planet- Shiva, Rama, Krishna, Jesus, Gautama the Buddha, Mahavira, Lao Tzu, Adi Shankaracharya, Kabir, Ramana Maharshi, and countless other beings. Why were they of this value? Simply because the presence of these beings caused a huge wave of transformation in people. There was no media back then, only a few kilometers of radius, and yet their names have been embedded deeply in the history- simply because they ceased to exist, they realized the creation, they were liberated, they went beyond birth and death- when the creator and creation’s simultaneity gets realized- the ultimate aspiration for every living creature. Every moment of their presence, every word they spoke, every way they opted for, had a unique taste from the beyond that kept the people around intoxicated in bliss and in different states of awareness. But to a totally fear-held ignorant, worshipping type 4 Gods is a sin! Of course, it’s a thorough result of insecurity- as is evident.

Is having any type of God among these four is wrong? No! The problem is with type-1, only when they try to put their hands on the faith of the other three types by means of aggression. Coming to the question with what we had started addressing, with a bit modification- “Do all these Gods exist?”- if I say yes, I am wrong. This would upset the atheists. So you may come up with the conclusion that I claim God doesn’t exist- and this may upset the theists. But I shall upset both theists and atheists- they are clinging onto their illusions equally hard, without ever having the guts to be open and explore. Both are ignorant to the same extent- thinking the other side of the coin is utterly foolish! If you explore, there is no need to believe in anything! Forget about the Universe, in this Earth itself, there are monumental things to explore- both outside and inside. Where does there come a need to believe in something you don’t know? Anyway, what can happen is only with realization- it’s always there, waiting for the hunger inside to open you up. Why believe or disbelieve in a definition, when you can bloom to be a Buddha? Yet, this may be easier said than done. It can take lifetimes, or it can happen in a moment- simply because it is all here every moment. 

~Excerpt from Stitched Perspective


Thursday, May 13, 2021

LENS

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I had a tuff day at my work.

By profession and passion, I am an explorer. I write, I sing, I read and I teach; but I am neither a writer nor a singer or a reader, rest assured I don't identify myself as a teacher as well. I have got myself an Ivy League college degree which least matters to me, but just to fool the people out there to listen to me. Had I said the same things without a tag, no one would have really come. Working day and night to invent, or rather discover an unique perspective that can bend minds in Physics. It happened at latest just around a century ago, when every scientist and common man had very rigid notions of space and time, energy and matter, a simple clerk working in a patent office rubbished all of them down to nothing,  unbelievably. "Big scientists" laughed at the "futility" of this "clerk" at first. These labels are all self-tagged, has nothing to do with any truth. This is what Science is. This is what evolution is. Breaking illusions to make new, deeper illusions. Why illusions? Simply because complex illusions give intellectual orgasm, and every source of intellectual orgasm, when reaches to saturation pleasure, tries to find deeper, more triggering sources of intellectual orgasm, just like the body. Mind it is. Realisation is to segregate the illusion creating factory from the naked truth out there. It doesn't take dozens of knowledge, neither does it need someone to believe deeply in any particular thing. People from all backgrounds, starting from the most illiterate ones, to the most literate ones, from the most wealthy to the economically weakest- somewhere found a way through it. The challenge happens always with the literate ones. Especially when they fall into the trap of their own "big" collection- a collection of knowledge, wealth, or anything as such they are identified with. I can say with a fair amount of confidence without exaggeration that more than 99% of the "knowledgeable" people made their way to just misery and suffering, simply because they got stuck in the belief that the flow is the river, rather than realizing that the river flows, which doesn't even take a moment to realize.

Once, human beings were very content with their understanding that the Earth is at the center of the Universe and everything revolved around the Earth. Human beings were very proud and happy back then, they lived absolutely wonderful lives, they made love, they made family, they died. Whether Earth is at the center or not is always a matter of perspective. And all the perspectives are equally illusory- simply because of the fact that perception from the five sense organs which are judged by the mind is thoroughly limited in nature. Any limit is an obstruction.

I had married 3 times, I had 3 children, from each of my wives. I had to marry 3 times because I got divorced in each one of them. All my 3 wives complain about me a lot, I am terrible. In their understanding, I mentally tortured all of them quite a lot, never gave them peace. I craved some intimacy and sex, and that craving is considered abnormal, whereas food and sleep are normal. Their experience of me is such that if you take one of them for an interview, their level of disgust and hatred for me is sufficient to keep them ON for hours. Listen to them, and I am the worst in the world. Take another side. I am socially not much of an extrovert- describing me as an introvert won't be too inappropriate. Yet, amongst the friends I have, I am one of the most wonderful persons in their understanding. Thoroughly empathetic, emotional, and helpful. In their experience, a few of them can even trust me with their credit cards because they are confident that I won't be using them for my purpose. Although I am not verbose about it, some of them recorded instances of my philanthropy. A few other friends adore me too very much.

You are an outsider. Had you had heard only my ex-wives' or only my close friends, you would have an opinion- an opinion to frame me with. The moment you hear from both sides, you get uncomfortable. Your mind is always trained to accept things in the square-hole of your black and white logic, that which suits you. So who am I? The perception of my ex-wives, or my friends? 

The answer is- none. I am who I am. It's simply indescribable, and I know this is with everyone. Good and bad, evil and mad are just a matter of perspectives, and all the perspectives are equally wrong. Guess what! That's the lens of distortion, which we are conditioned to take as the eye itself. That's where human beings are flawed, that's where philosophers, scientists, thinkers, futurists are flawed. Flawed by the lens that they have never realized.

Why am I trying to bend minds? Because it's a lens. It is, it will be. 



Friday, April 30, 2021

STUCK

In one of the hopeless nights,

I dare, dare to step out.

Ignorance hurts, I stand with might.

Trying to open minds, loud!

Where am I? How, by the way?

Sleeping people I see around,

Waking them up, for they're bound.

Are the deepest questions out there,

Or is it inside, right here?

There is a path, to get out, I swear!

Cycles of time is all that is here.

Creation is, the game unsolved,

Forever it would be, there to mould.

Thoughts, imagination can run wild.

But nothing can come close to it.

The life, the gigantic trap, with galaxies,

With awareness, people bid lifetimes,

Some got released, some badly stuck.

Repeating it is, I am burning to let go,

But can I? Or I assume it to be so!

Trying to touch eternity, of the uncreated,

That which can never be created.

Trying to touch, and here I go!

It's life, it flows...






Friday, April 23, 2021

IN CONTRADICTIONS

When I loved only few,

O mother, I missed love,

I left loving everyone,

And love took birth, in it's core.


When I was with someone,

O mother, I missed being,

I left them, left them all, am alone.

And it opened up being, with everything!


When I seeked pleasure from petty things,

O mother, I missed pleasure,

The seeking dropped, it grew manifolds,

Pleasure without anchor, a treasure trove.


I tried to get out of time,

O mother, I got stuck deeper.

I left trying anything,

And suddenly, time was no more!


Mother is a contradiction,

Life is, is, a duality.

Knows no logic, petty ideas,

Just being, in being even without the mother!






Thursday, April 22, 2021

IS HAVING A SENSE OF CULTURE NECESSARY?

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The question, while being in the 21st century, may be very relatable as the definition and evolution of cultures around the world are changing rapidly with the pace of human understanding facilitated by technology. There are people who don’t support having any culture, and yet there are people who are deeply cultural. Who is correct? Is there really a need to have any culture at all? We shall explore these questions here in this blog. Let’s go deeper into the word culture, and its history.

What is culture? Culture is a combined collection of efforts of generations of human beings in a  civilization that packs all the intellectual understanding, explorations, knowledge gathered on a variety of aspects like food, education, health, etc. entwined into a way of life. Different parts of the world evolved different ways of life according to the influences on them by several factors. Hence, many cultures evolved around the world and perished with the passage of time. The present generation takes up the knowledge forward left by their ancestors from the beginning of evolution to the next generation, adding some elements of knowledge and insight to it and also eliminating the unnecessary elements with which contaminations happened. This is how evolution happens.


If we look from this perspective, even if we don’t want to be cultural, our everyday lives are a byproduct of the same. The food we eat, the way in which we speak and communicate, the way our society is structured is part of the culture. Thus, without even being aware of it, people from different parts of the world are intimately related to their culture that has evolved with time around them. The people who don’t support any culture are the ones who don’t want certain elements associated with their way of living. Are they wrong? Not necessarily. Much more than being right or wrong, it’s about relevance. Somewhere, the terms ‘right’ and ‘wrong’ are totally in a social context. What seems right in one society can be wrong in the other. That’s not of any importance to us. About being relevant, yes, there are certain elements that were relevant at some time, but is not relevant now.


Can someone be without culture? Almost all of the human population is driven by emotion. Hence, there needs to be some belief, some notions, some ideas to be clung continuously to. This itself forms up a culture. There are cultures that are monotheistic(Abrahamism), polytheistic(Hinduism) & atheistic(Buddhism), yet they all are surviving to this date accordingly. Because there has to be a constructive way in which human beings flourish to their capability, a support system is needed on which he can build himself. This is culture.

Let’s start from the absolute basics. 


You wake up and the first thing you do is go to the toilet or brush your teeth- the structure of the toilet or the toothpaste you’re is a product of a culture and an evolution of generations of people who used to shit in open places and slowly optimized to where you excrete today. When you sit for breakfast, once again, the proper balance of nutrients in food is because of a very strenuous and sensitive exploration of our ancestors. If you are left in a jungle without anything, you probably won’t be even able to identify which fruits are poisonous and which are safe to eat, forget about nutritional values. After breakfast, maybe you conversate a little- once again the language that you use is intimately a part of the culture, it took generations of optimization and a very organized memory because of which we can communicate so fluently today.


The next thing for you maybe is to change clothes to be ready for work- once again, if you think about how the dresses originated to such fashionable and beautiful pieces, our ancestors started from leaves and bark of trees. Next, you get into an automobile, once again it’s an optimization of our tendency of locomotion which started with tree trunks and then to wheels and you know the story! By now, it is evident that you’re an intricate part of some culture, a culture that brought you up and decided every outfit about you- attitudes and behavior, clothing, food, shelter, language, and even largely influenced the way you think.


Trying to be without culture would be to start from absolute nomads, the way the first human beings started millions of years ago. While it may sound an attractive and revolutionary idea to stay cultureless, from all the discussion we had above, it can be justified that the word “cultureless” is just a word, of no practical relevance. Instead of trying to be anti-culture, we can just look fresh and deep into its origins, the efforts generations of wonderful human beings put in, and the unnecessary elements that swept in with time, that is of no present relevance. This will let us utilize their efforts and also help us add more value to it, which is the human endeavor on this small Earth. Carrying all these perspectives in my mind, the Indian culture in its core form has thoroughly intrigued me.


I am astounded every day by the fact that this is the only culture that not only sustained for the longest time on this planet but also was the hub of absolutely fantastic and incomparable human beings who were at the epitome of exploring life to its utmost depth- were the source of every possible kind of knowledge, the destination to every form of human endeavor and questions, who made India the richest nation in the world for thousands of years- rich not only in its wealth but also in the values, the ways of life and the enlightened approach to every aspect of life and living they made. There’s a lot to learn, a lot to add to it, and a lot to carry it forward. I could write blogs and blogs but won’t be able to compensate for even a fraction of the wonder this land and its culture is.

So, is having culture a necessity? I want to know your opinions down in the comments below!


Tuesday, April 20, 2021

STRING OF LUST

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Wednesday night. Pratik looks at his watch- it’s 3:18 a.m., in the midst of a populated party hall, somewhere in central Kolkata, India. The ambiance was one of a kind, with an intoxicating smell that filled the room and adding more spice to it- very specifically engineered low power lights with a rushing gradient of colors. For the first time in his life, he is experiencing the luxury of being in the midst of a space specifically designed for total enjoyment and flowing with the overflowing rush of hormones. A disco with super bass propels the body to be in tune with the rhythm even more. Pratik found himself in the flow alone, in spite of being among hundreds. He is just in his mid-twenties, exploring a new horizon of human desires and compulsions. From childhood, he is mildly observant. Although totally in sync with the rhythm of the party’s music, he managed to keep his senses totally open to the wild experience. It’s been past midnight, but he is without a drink till now. After being with the flow for a few more minutes, he looked at the clock- it’s 3:23 a.m.

“Let’s have a drink now.”, he thought.

With a composed sense, he proceeded towards having a drink.

“Hi, can I have two shots please?”, he asked the one serving drinks.

“Sure, sir. Just in a moment.”

“Hello there! Nice meeting you…”, a very unfamiliar voice lured his attention. The moment he turned around, a beautiful lady at least a decade ahead of him in age smiled at him with a confident and optimistic eye.

“Eh… Aaa…. Do I know you...?”, Pratik was confused. He smiled in an uncomfortable way which showed that he is not used to responding in unexpected situations.

“Oh no! What’s the point in knowing? You’re so cute. I am feeling a great desire to have sex. I was searching for someone really to vibe with. Let’s go!”, the directness, straight to eye talk, and confidence in the lady left Pratik totally shocked for the moment as he struggled to understand the situation.


Before he could gain composure or react, the lady held his hand, and the aroma from her body seduced him so much that he couldn’t even think of resisting her. She then took him off the crowd of partying people out of the club. Just beside the club, there was a hotel- and she had the key to the first room on the ground floor. He gave in totally to her charm- he couldn’t even question her; the only thing he understood is that this foreign lady is on a vacation trip here, and is staying in this luxury hotel for a few nights. As India is, a few people on the road glared at them with an awkward stare as they entered the room. But the lady was absolutely cool and confident. On entering the room, which was average-sized with an attached bathroom, she pushed Pratik to the bed. He sat, and opened his shirt hurriedly. The lady opened her loosely tucked shirt quickly which revealed her finely toned figure, from the neck to the upper pelvis. Her skin tone was milky white and soft with several red rashes on the body. As she was about to get on Pratik, he stood up and held her hands. 


“What’s your name? Where are you from, beautiful lady?”, asked Pratik, with a slight tone of composure, reactionless.

“Ahh! Finally! I thought you were gonna unzip me. Anyway, Emily here from Norway”, she sat down on the bed. 


Pratik was still standing reactionless and staring at the well-built body of her which revealed a very erotic cleavage and a desire to be physically intimate. As he was staring at her breasts, Emily quickly took off her bra that revealed a pair of puffed nipples, erect and waiting to be touched and licked. His body had a rush of blood from bottom to top and he was getting excited. The upper body of both of them is naked now. After he looked for some time at her partially nude beauty, totally without resistance, suddenly pulled her off the bed and hugged her tight, so that his skin could totally feel her. Combing her hairs with fingers, he whispered gently in her ear, “Emily!”


Emily expected something else. For the first time, she stared at him into his eyes. His eyes reflected a bright aura, an aura of love, an aura of lustlessness, an aura of gentleness, and a glimpse that she couldn’t get over. She felt a great sense of respect, a sense of protectiveness, a sense of delight that suddenly made her tranquil, quenching her desire to have sex for the moment. It was nothing but that one glance at the protruding eyes of Pratik. Pratik smiled, took her into his arms, and slowly put her into the bed. Emily felt such grace and respect that she didn’t even bother to put on her clothes back. She smiled and kept looking into the magical eyes of Pratik. 


“You know Emily, Kolkata indeed is one of the most unique places in India.”, he said in a calm voice, looking into the eyes of Emily which showed scars of deep suffering from her past. Emily didn’t respond. She kept staring.


“Eyes can tell a lot of things, isn’t it?” asked Pratik again.

“....Maybe…” stumbled she while looking at him, thinking of how instantly the vibe of Pratik transformed her, from being insatiably lusty to being into a flow of love and an emotional release far more freeing than an orgasm.


He looked at the watch- it’s 3:38 a.m.


“Cling.. Cling..!” rang the doorbell. Emily got off from the bed to open the door while Pratik reminded her to wear the shirt. She blushed a little bit, wore it quickly, and opened the door- it was the room service boy with a bottle of the wine she ordered a while back. She took it and closed the door. As she kept the bottle on the table, both were in the midst of a long conversation that happened only with a glance, in the midst of a tranquil silence. Pratik was about to say something…


“Pratik… Pratik… Wake up…. It’s already 7:30… How much will you sleep? Wake up quickly...”, said his mother, who regularly wakes him up before 6:30 in the morning.

Pratik is half awake now. He is in the midst of the world of party club with Emily, and the world where he wakes up to, regularly.


He kept on thinking, “Which world is the real one-the world that crashes after a night or the world which crashes after a few decades?”








Tuesday, March 30, 2021

THE MAHAKUMBH REALIZATION

(Inspired from a real-life story...)

It's 2:30 pm in the afternoon. Raghu was in the midst of the famous crowd of Mahakumbh Mela that is held in Haridwar. He wasn't looking for something specific, it was just out of sheer curiosity to know more about the humongous gathering of saints, seers, ascetics, yogis, and mystics- one of a kind festival in the world. He encountered several naga babas, several tantriks, yet something was missing in his search, something different. Yesterday he discussed in-depth the science of Hatha Yoga and several intertwined aspects of Kriya with Munibir Yogi, a 110-year-old Yogi who has come from remote areas of the Tibetian region. While Raghu was moving through the densely populated path in the Mela, his glance suddenly fell upon a child, who was shining bright and was playing nearby a tent. He tried to ignore that several times until he realized he had been staring at the child for quite some time now. There was a man in a tent who was observing this with a little grin on his face. Raghu was magnetically drawn to this child and played with him for about an hour. After that, Raghu went straight to the man in the tent who seemed to be a guardian of that little child. He is dark-skinned, healthy, and looks to be in his mid-sixties.

"Are you the grandpa of this child?" Raghu asked curiously.

"I am his father." replied the man with a gentle smile.

Raghu was amused. "B..But.. How? I mean, err..." Raghu blabbered to say something which the man understood in a moment. He wanted to know why he had set up a family at such a later stage in his life.

"Okay. If you have some spare time in your hand, let's sit for a talk. I wish to tell you my story" the man said in a gentle tone. 

"Yeah, sure!"

"Almost 45 years ago, I took sanyas and spent 30 years of my life exclusively for spiritual sadhana. I was a complete celibate and refrained from any social interactions. Everything was going well until one day, for 2 minutes, I lost consciousness..." 

"Lost consciousness as in?" Raghu asked with a curious tone.

"My lust dominated my mind for 2 minutes and I made love with a woman from the base of the Himalayan zone, near Tibet... I impregnated her, and hence my 30 years of sadhana was destroyed in 2 minutes..." he stopped for some seconds and then continued, "I could have immediately left the woman alone and being an ascetic, wouldn't have had any problems. From the inside, I am free from all worldly bonds. But what was to happen had happened. It can't be reversed. I can't start my sadhana now. I had no way out, as there was no point in roaming as an ascetic without sadhana. So I decided to conduct the process of family gracefully for this life..."

"But what about your sadhana?" asked Raghu.

"Well, I have to take on a new body to restart it again, and until I get a new body, I am trying to be with the necessary karma so as to not repeat the same thing again. So, I am waiting for my next life to happen and also into dutifully conducting the family for now." the composure and smile were constant in the man's face during this entire conversation.

"Can I ask you one more question? Don't you regret what has happened?" asked Raghu.

"Haha! What's the point of regret. Visiting down the memory lanes to make yourself miserable isn't the most intelligent way to experience the moment that creation has bestowed upon you to live. Acceptance is the only way to truth." 

Raghu was flabbergasted. He had to leave now. But he felt blessed to have come across that touch which quenched the unknown thirst he was having. He was astounded by the maturity, clarity, balance, and simplicity of an aspiring sadhaka that left him transformed for the rest of his journey.




THE TRAIN

  The infinite train, Never found where it started, Or where did it end! An express in one direction, It gives ear to none, Never stops, til...