Osho: Worshipping a Tree

From The Discipline of Transcendence:

If the child is forced into a dogma, into a dogmatic ideology, then the ego will gather, then the ego will become Christian, and the ego will be against the Hindu and against the Mohammedan. Then the ego will become Hindu, and will be against the Christian and against the Mohammedan. But if the house is really religious -- by religion I mean meditative, loving -- they help the child to be, but yet without the ego. They help the child to feel more and more the affinity, the unity, that exists. The child has to be helped; he is helpless, he does not know where he is, he does not know where he is going. If he is loved and there is a meditative rhythm in the family and the family vibrates with silence, understanding, the child will
start growing into a more organic way. He will not feel himself separate, he will start learning how to become part. That has not happened. I am not telling you to have any grudge about it -- but you can do it right now. You can stop helping your ego and you can start dropping the burden. Make it a point not to miss any opportunity where you can feel one with anything. If it is a full moon night, feel one with the moonlit night. Allow to flow... stream with it, dance, sing...and drop your ego.

There is nothing better than dance for dropping the ego; hence I insist that all meditators should dance. Because if you go really in a whirlwind, if you are really a whirling pool of energy, if you really are in the dance, the dancer is lost. In the dance the dancer is always lost. If it is not lost then you are not dancing. Then you may be performing, then you may be manipulating, then you may be doing some bodily exercises, but you are not dancing.

Dancing means so lost, so drunk -- and enjoying the energy that is created by dance. By and by you will see your body is no more so solid as it was before. By and by you will see that you are melting; the boundary is losing its sharpness, it is becoming a little vague. You cannot exactly feel where you end and where the world starts. A dancer is in such a whirlpool, he becomes such a vibration, that the whole life is felt as in one rhythm.

So whenever you can find a time, a place, a situation... you are in love with somebody; don't miss this opportunity. Don't talk nonsense, don't bring your ego and bragging. Drop that! Love is tremendously divine, god has knocked at your door. Be lost. Hold hands with your woman, or with your man, or with your friend. Get lost! Sing together, or dance together -- but get lost. Or sit together -- but get lost! And feel that you are no more an individual. Sitting by the side of a tree, get lost.

That's how it happened to Buddha. In that moment the bodhi tree and Buddha became one. For five hundred years after Buddha, Buddha's statues were not built. Instead, only the bodhi tree's picture was worshipped. It was tremendously beautiful. Those people must have understood. Just the bodhi tree was worshipped. In buddhist temples there was just a symbol of the bodhi tree. Because in that moment Buddha completely disappeared.

He was not there, only the bodhi tree was. He was completely lost. Disappearing, you appear. Non-being is your way of real being. And this can happen in ordinary life. You need not go to the Himalayas or to a monastery. There are millions of chances in ordinary life, millions of momentous situations where this can happen. You just have to be a little watchful and a little courageous to use them. Once you start using them, more and more situations will be coming. They have always been coming, but you were not aware so you missed them.

Sitting on the beach taking a sunbath, melt with the sun. It is an energy experience. Suddenly you see you are nothing but sun energy. Melting and meeting with the sun, hindus came to worship the sun. They said, 'The sun is god.' They said, 'The moon is god.' They worshipped trees as divine. They worshipped rivers, mountains.

It is very significant. Wherever it happened that they met god... sitting by the side of a river, listening to the beautiful music of the river, seeing the beautiful patterns of ripples, if they got melted, dissolved, the river became the god. It happened there. Sitting on a lonely mountain, they dissolved and disappeared -- that mountain became their god.

God comes in millions of ways to you, but your ego never allows you to see him. And he comes in such ordinary ways that you miss. He never comes like a monarch with a great procession, with a great band and noise and fuss. He never comes like that. Only foolish people do that. God comes very silently -- he never comes shouting, he comes whispering. You will have to be very quiet to understand his message. It is a love whisper. And man tends to forget the natural.

Sita's abduction: an allegory for art?

(source: http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/photo/8247537.cms )

These thoughts are bouncing around in my head for some time. I have been listening to classical music for over 50 years, and have known many musicians well. I can be called crazy about Carnatic music.

The wonderful Barbra Streisand has a website called 'Art in the pursuit of Truth'. The following is a quote from Einstein:

The pursuit of truth and beauty is a sphere of activity in which we are permitted to remain children all our lives. 

Why are children so beautiful? Because they seem to be in an innocent search of life, beauty, truth or whatever you wish to call it. In fact Tagore says that

Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man. 

 Is there some deep drive within man that makes him pursue art? I believe the answer is yes. The impetus for creative arts is in my opinion a deep-seated search for truth, or bliss, or beauty, call it God or whatever, and this search begins in childhood.

Definitely the ultimate inspiration for great art cannot be just fame or fortune or success. The lure of success and wealth and fame comes to artistes no doubt, at some stage of their lives, but that is not what made them start their journey.

There are many skilled, workman-like practitioners of art, who have been pushed by parents or teachers or even some circumstances to pursue artistic careers. I am not talking of them here. I am talking of those who stake all, who pursue art with a madness of excellence, and who think it is above everything else. To me, their search begins with that search for beauty, or truth, or bliss, that beckons to them early, and makes them strive for it, through the medium of art.

Now, along the way, in fact I think in 100% of the cases of artistes, I have also myself felt in them, and heard them talk about a deep feeling of an unfinished journey. That is even the title of Yehudi Menuhin's autobiography. I have read about such feelings expressed by great poets like Milton and Tagore. By even scientists like Einstein, who demonstrate an artistic creative genius. No artiste has ever said, 'I have achieved all and my journey is finished.' I am not talking of mystics, I am talking of artistes.

In their journey, the artistes are followed by their audiences and avid followers whom I call rasikas, who find in them an unassailable charisma and an irresistible aura of even divinity. That is because, I believe, even rasikas are in the same quest. Their quest for truth or bliss or beauty is silent, whereas the artiste is gifted with the power of expression. It is a blissful, sometimes stressful journey, but according to me that journey is never finished.

That means that ultimate goal is never reached.

That is because, according to my hypothesis, art is a mirage. It promises truth and bliss, but never delivers it. It draws you far and away, with the chimeral, charismatic attraction of the magical golden deer, who lured Rama in hot pursuit. Rama, the artiste, ever devoted to truth and bliss and beauty called Sita, who pursued art to fulfill Sita.

Lakshmana was the rasika, equally devoted to Sita, or truth, and in total adoration of Rama, the artiste. When he heard the call for help by the feigned voice of the artiste, he ran to help him. That was also a magical trick of the golden deer.

What finally happened? Sita, or the allegory for ultimate bliss, truth, or beauty, was abducted. By Ravana, who stands for the worldly lure of existence. In hindsight it is maya. But in that moment, the world conspired with art to lure the artiste away in a path that promised fulfilment. Of course, truth is never abducted, but the artiste and the rasika both lost sight of it until the big battle to overcome worldly lure afterwards.

So Rama is the artiste, Lakshmana is the rasika, Sita is the ultimate truth or bliss or fulfilment. Mareecha is the allegory for art, that makes the artiste rise to extraordinary effort.

In other words, according to me, art never delivers the ultimate fulfilment for the artiste. Unless he becomes the mystic and gives up the 'practice' of art and surrenders to Life, or Existence. In Zen, they say that the artiste finally breaks his lyre, and attains Nirvana.

So Ramayana, the greatest epic, narrates the story of the artiste, art, rasika, and worldly lure, in an interplay for the pursuit of truth or bliss.

What do you say?

PS: did I hear 'Lakshman Rekha' mentioned? Sorry, the original Ramayana had no such thing. Read Valmiki.

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Lee Kuan Yew on India

See this extract from his article published in today's TOI wherein he gives reasons for India failing to fulfill its potential for greatness.

Indian currency most undervalued vs. its purchasing power

Read this!
http://www.economist.com/content/big-mac-index

Indian Rupee is the MOST UNDERVALUED by more than 50% vs. US$.

What this means is that if  I can buy the same goods in USA and India, I am better off converting 100 dollars into 5500 Indian rupees which will buy me the goods for 200 dollars.

Wow!


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Money Matters.

If I have a bank account which allows e-banking, and I also have a valid credit card, I can do the following with a computer+Internet:

1. Check my bank balance and transactions. So no need for statements or passbooks.
2. Issue Demand drafts and send them by courier without leaving my couch.
3. Transfer money to other bank accounts in the country, or any bank account worldwide.
4. Make FDs.
5. Sell and make investments like in mutual funds.
6. Pay bills for utilities like electricity, water, telephone and pay Income Tax.
7. Donate to charity.
8. Purchase goods and services at e-shopping sites like Flipkart, eBay, Jabong, Landmark, etc.
9. Purchase music and movies online at iTunes etc.
10. Settle credit card dues of any type.

Click here to see this e-banking demo by HDFC Bank

Email basics

Email is something I use very often. In fact I find that email is much better than postal service because:
1. It is virtually instantaneous.
2 I can send the same Email to many people at the same time.
3. I can write long or short emails.
4. I can attach articles, photos, links to other Internet documents or sites etc.
5. I can reply to other's emails.
6. I can store thousands of emails at no cost.
7. I can track conversations I.e. the original message, the reply, and its reply and so on.
8. I can search for old emails and information in emails instantaneously.
9. I can store emails in folders.
10. I can attach details of person's address, phone number, website etc. along with his email ID in Contacts.

Emails are stored in servers like Yahoo or Google.
So you need to type the words 'Yahoo mail' or 'GMail' in the browser address bar and click. Once you go to the correct site, you have to sign in with your name (also called ID or sign-on etc.) and then the password.

Each email ID is unique. One person can have several email IDs. They will all remain separate and be stored and viewed separately. You cannot access two Yahoo mail accounts or two GMail accounts on the same computer at the same time.

An email ID looks like
rsachi@y7mail.com.

It is a good idea to create your email ID which is easy to remember.
Never give your password to anyone else!!!

Don't put your phone number, credit card number, or passport number etc. as your email ID.

It is also not a good idea to share email IDs between people and read/reply using other people's email IDs.

Start your email journey now. Click on the link below and read the articles in this excellent website for more information!

http://www.gcflearnfree.org/emailbasics

Facebook. The billion dollar questions you may have.

So should you or should you not sign up for Facebook?

Facebook is the fulcrum of a global phenomenon of connectivity, for people
to easily chat,
share news of their lives,
send photos, videos,
and gossip.
It is also a means to rise and shine socially.

It can also be used for 'networking' within groups of friends.

You can even advertise,shop etc.

So should you sign up? Well,it is all up to you.

I do have concerns about Facebook being an easy way to let others know inadvertently about your life and I do believe you have to be VERY careful on Facebook.

What are the  positives of Facebook? It is VERY easy to use!
To chat, share photos, to send messages, etc. It works from any smart phone also.

Click on the line below for some gyan on Facebook:
Face book details

Osho: what does it mean to be selfish?

From The Discipline of Transcendence:

YOU HAVE TOLD US MANY TIMES: BE SELFISH. WHAT IS IT TO BE SELFISH?
Drop the self. Because that is the most beautiful thing that can happen to you. That will be the greatest contentment that can come to you.
Drop the self, if you really are selfish. If you really want to be blissful, drop the self -- because self is creating all your miseries and all your hells.
Difficult, because it looks like a paradox. But have you watched? All miseries come to you because of your self, because of the ego. You are hurt again and again, you suffer so much because of the ego. It is like a wound which remains always alive, and anything, even a breeze, a cool breeze, hurts you. Somebody smiles and it hurts, somebody laughs and it hurts, somebody is going on his way, maybe lost in his own thoughts, not looking at you, then it hurts.
Mulla Nasrudin was saying to his wife, 'Don't annoy me any more! You are irritating me!' And he was really mad.
The wife said, 'But I have not said a single thing. I am doing my work.'
Mulla said, 'That's why. You are keeping so quiet, it is annoying. For god's sake, say something!'
Now, if you keep quiet, then too somebody can get annoyed. If you speak, then there is trouble. Ego is ready to be hurt; it will find ways and means to be hurt. So a person who lives with the ego, with the self, is not really a selfish person, he is a foolish person. Because he only suffers. What type of selfless selfishness is this, if you only suffer?
I show you the way: drop the self. Forget all about the ego. Be as if you are not, exist as an emptiness, and see -- millions of beautiful experiences become available to you. Everything becomes a deep, satisfying experience. Everything brings a gift, a grace. Everything becomes a benediction.
The ego is always expecting and hence always being frustrated. The non-egoistic person expects nothing, hence everything is fulfilling; whatsoever happens is tremendous, whatsoever happens is fantastic. Even if he comes across a small grass flower, he is hypnotised by it. 'So beautiful a flower! And I have not done anything, I have not deserved it, and it is there just waiting for me.' Just looking at the sky, and he is fulfilled. Just listening to the birds, and a great song arises in his heart. Then everything fulfils him.
Remember, frustration is out of expectation, and ego is always expecting. The ego is a beggar.
I have heard a beautiful Sufi story.
A beggar came to an emperor and the beggar said, 'If you are going to give me anything there is a condition.' The emperor had seen many beggars -- but beggars with conditions? And this beggar was really strange, a very powerful man. He was a sufi mystic. He had charm, a charisma, his personality had an aura. Even the emperor felt a little jealous. And conditions?!
The emperor said, 'What do you mean? What do you mean by your condition?'
The beggar said, 'This is my condition: I accept only if you can fill my begging bowl absolutely.'
It was a small begging bowl. The King said, 'What do you think I am? Am I a beggar? I cannot fill this dirty small begging bowl?'
The beggar said, 'It is better to tell you before, because later you can get into trouble. If you think you can fill, fill.'
The King called his vizier and told him to fill it with precious stones: with diamonds and rubies, emeralds. Let this beggar know with whom he is talking! But then there was difficulty. The bowl was filled but the king was surprised -- as the stone fell into it, it would disappear. It was filled many times and each time it was again empty. Now he was in a great rage, but he told the vizier, 'Even if my whole kingdom goes, if all my treasuries are emptied, let them be -- but I cannot allow this beggar to defeat me. This is too much.'
And all the treasures, it is said, disappeared. By and by the king became a beggar. It took months. And the beggar was there and the king was there and the whole capital was there and everybody was wondering what was going to happen, what would happen in the end. Everything was simply disappearing.
Finally the king had to fall at the feet of the beggar and he said, 'Forgive me, but before you leave just tell me one thing. What is the secret of this begging bowl? All has disappeared in it.'
The beggar started laughing. He said, 'It is made of human ego. I have made this begging bowl of a human ego: everything disappears in it, nothing ever fulfils it.'
It is a tremendously beautiful story. That's what is happening to you. It is not a story, it is your life. You go on putting in your begging bowl houses, cars, bank balances -- everything disappears. Again you are empty. Never any satisfaction, never any contentment. Again you are begging. You have been doing it for many lives. It is your story. It is literally true, it is not just symbolically true. It is a truth in everybody's life, in every man's life.
We remain a beggar. The begging bowl remains empty. It seems it has no bottom to it. You drop anything, it simply disappears.
The ego is never fulfilled. So the egoist is a person who is very unselfish. Remember this paradox: the egoist is a person who is very unselfish, because he is never fulfilled. The non-egoist is a person who is very selfish because he is fulfilled. He attains to bliss.


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Better be safe than sorry! Computer dangers

Most of us are afraid that computers can be dangerous and destroy
1. Our health
2. Our wealth
3. Our relationships
4. Our physical safety
5. Our mental well-being.

Let me tell you what I do to use computers safely:

1. Health and ergonomics
I do not use computers for long hours at a stretch. I take breaks in-between. I sit in a well lit room and adjust the monitor brightness so it does not burn my eyes. I sit at a comfortable height and work with my hands and neck placed at the right angles. I don't strain my wrists by continuous stress. I don't play sound too loud. I don't watch long movies or videos.

2. Financial safety
I do net banking and online purchases. I use HDFC Bank which prides itself on net safety. I use Visa card with 128 bit SSL along with Verified by Visa double security. After many years I can state I have never lost a penny because of computer thieves. Once, someone in Amsterdam at a store used my credit card to steal some 28000 rupees. I lodged a complaint with Amex over phone and they refunded the amount to me. But this was Card theft and not computer theft.

3. Social risks
I do not risk myself hobnobbing with strangers on Facebook or Twitter or Yahoo Messenger. I protect my phone number and address in all online chats etc. I believe the mobile phone poses in general a bigger risk. But I have so far faced no issues.

4. Physical safety
I have logical reasons to believe that my physical safety is assured by my life-style and social circles. I am helped by not being too rich or too adventurous. No added risk due to computers.

5. Mental well-being
When I read about people having insane lives driven by computer excesses and watching bad stuff etc. I do see all those dangers. Luckily I am a sober and uninteresting creature of safe habits.

Well, what about VIRUSES? I use AVG SECURITY free licence since 2009. I have had nothing lost due to viruses. I back up data on a removable USB hard disk regularly.I store a lot of personal data on a free Drop Box account. So far I have not lost data or programs to viruses or crashes.
The Apple computer and iPad are intrinsically way more safe compared to Windows computers, due o the sheer architecture of software. But I must say that 80% of my work is on Windows computers.

Read more about computer safety here: http://bit.ly/cccsafety

Windows 7 For Dummies Cheat Sheet - For Dummies

Windows 7 For Dummies Cheat Sheet - For Dummies

MacBook All-in-One For Dummies Cheat Sheet - For Dummies

MacBook All-in-One For Dummies Cheat Sheet - For Dummies

Computers For Seniors Glossary: A - For Dummies

I am sharing here a link to a glossary. Don't feel offended that it is called for Seniors or Dummies. It is a kind of "hep" language to describe those of us who are keen on learning new stuff despite our not REALLY needing to do so...
So we are a privileged lot who use computers just for pleasure!
'By the way, Dummies series of books is the MOST POPULAR of all easy how-to books in the world. Just google "For Dummies" and you will get a ton of information.
So click here and learn the terms used in computers!
 
Computers For Seniors Glossary: A - For Dummies

Computers - basic school stuff.

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These are three slides I made for a school some years ago. Please click on the image to go to the next/previous slide.

Computer + Internet. Your Choices

Today you have a whole lot of choices.

As you can see from the photo I just took, with my iPad, I am using:
1. A desktop with Wifi broadband Internet from BSNL.
2. A laptop with Reliance Digital Internet 'dongle'
3. A smart mobile phone with Android Wifi Internet,
4. An iPad with 3G data plan with which I took this photo and am typing this blog!

So you have a plethora of choices. If you're only an occasional Internet user, generally at home and having a laptop or desktop (don't bother which make etc., you can get a fine laptop or desktop today in mid RS. 20,000's), I suggest you get a data plan along with your landline connection, with a charge ranging from a few hundred rupees to less than RS. 1500 per month.

If you have a laptop and you generally travel around out of your home, you can get a data dongle from any Mobile carrier like Airtel, Reliance, Tata DoCoMo, BSNL etc.

If you have a smartphone or a tablet or iPad, you can take a 3G SIM card which allows Internet connectivity. A smartphone has a small screen size but also allows phone calls well.

The choice is yours and it all depends on your convenience and budget.

If you really don't care to spend much money, you can always go to a Cybercafe or a friend or family computer and access and use the computer and Internet!

Now should you buy a Windows 7 or Windows 8 computer or an Apple iMac or Android phone or tablet or an Apple iPad or iPhone?

IT REALLY DOES NOT MATTER FOR US RIGHT NOW. ANYTHING WILL DO.

If you're using a computer for the first time, and you are interested in using it anywhere and everywhere, and don't type too much, you can consider any android tablet or an iPad. They are simple to use, they have built-in batteries which can be charged like a phone, and very easy to touch and use.

If you want to write and publish articles, in English or Indian languages, easily, a regular computer with a keyboard will be more useful.

A laptop today does everything VERY nicely and doesn't cost much.

How to use Google Search better.

In all probability, without Internet and Google, people would not be interested so much in computers. As you saw before, out of the four C's, the "Consume" list is easy to get interested in, as you find more information on the Internet today than you can imagine.

Some three days ago, I read an article on the Internet about the history of the London Underground railway. It just completed 150 years and became a model for all the world to follow for metro transportation. The same article came two days later in the newspaper in Bengaluru. But I had already read it, and shared it with a couple of people. That is the power of the Internet!

Now those using computers and Internet cannot deny a dependence on Google. Google is a HUGE and profitable company built on the service of a Search Engine. A Search Engine is a powerful network of computers with extremely intelligent methods or programs to CONSTANTLY search the millons of computers around the world as well as various publications, archives, and data bases to collect and  catalog information. Each piece of information has at a minimum two propoerties:
1. It has a linkable URL or address which can be connected to using the Internet.
2. It matches some search terms which we can use to find out its existence and URL.

For example, if I google the search terms "white tiger population in Bannerghatta zoo Bengaluru", let me see what results I get:
Search Results

The top two reults are:

Web Results

• Bannerghatta National Park - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

  The journey to the park takes nearly one and a half hours from Bangalore. This
  hilly place is the home for one of the ... White Tiger at Bannerghatta National Park ...
  en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bannerghatta_National_Park

• Tiger - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

  The global population in the wild is estimated to number between 3,062 to 3,948
  individuals ..... A Bengal white tiger in Bannerghatta National Park in Bangalore ...
  en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tiger

These results came up because Google's Search method ranks them to be MOST LIKELY to answer my area of interest.

Try making some searches on Google Search. You can't go wrong... you will see lots of information of interest. In addition, the Search can be restricted to images, websites, news, videos etc.
Since Google Search is a free service supported by advertisements, you will see lots of advertisements all over the page. Skip them if you do not want to buy something or book a trip etc. Just go down the page and click on the Web Results.


Just also always remember, all the information on the Internet is NEITHER ACCURATE NOR UP-TO-DATE NOR TRUSTWORTHY. So think and consult local experts before you take up health treatments, diets, shop or travel based on Internet advice.


Now I give you a link to a nice "Infographic" which means information arranged like a poster on Google Search. Click on the image at the top, or the line below to see a number of tips on how you can use Google Search better.

Note: once you click the link, depending on your computer settings, you may see the poster of tips or just see a vertical colourful ribbon pakora on the left. Dont try to eat it, but click on the image and it will bloom into a typical American-looking poster.


Some tips and trick on searching and using Google Search.

See what you can do.

Click on the image to see it full-size.

Are you computer-phobic?

Hi!

Here is a definition. Now are you computer-phobic?

If you're, you have company. Here. I was once phobic too, and I have since conquered it.
So let me help you to do it, too!

Now you no longer need to shrink away from even simple computer tasks, or beg to be excused the moment someone talks Blog, Picasa or Google Docs.

You see, you can even say there seems to be a conspiracy out there to create a great digital divide. Not so much about the computer-haves and have-nots, but computer dudes and dodos.
But let's get our own back!

So I will write a simple one pager every week. To demystify the computer and make you do
simple things easily and faster than before.
Watch out for my one pager soon!

Maha Kumbh Mela

Prof. Nagamani Srinath- Concert Excerpts

Prof. Mysore Nagamani Srinath - Haridasa Darshana

Some excerpts I just heard from this 2 CD set are shared below:

You can find out more about this highly accomplished senior artiste here:
Nagamani Srinath Website

Alarm Clock

I should have titled it alarrum clock. That invokes the right image in my mind of a relentless ring from a bedside beauty that would always ring at the right time, and ring with such character, and also respond to my little tap to acknowledge it as I reluctantly woke up. Or should I say 'her' given the dutiful, beautiful, personality of the alarm clock.

The alarm clock is something that epitomises man's achievement in the modern world. If I were to list just three things, they would be clocks, bicycles and trains. They show how Newtonian creatures did come to life in our midst, and make our lives more meaningful, and add to the colour and texture of life.

These were not overpowering. They were not going to drive our lives. We would work with them, much like we did with horses and cows and knives and scissors, to accomplish true 'living'.

But how the alarm clock has changed! You cannot buy a wind-up mechanical beauty any more, except some cheap Chinese look-alikes or old antiques. Gone are the days of majestic, ornate, time-pieces with character.

Even the quartz portable clocks are vanishing. Who would buy them, given the million apps on the phone to remind you, awaken you, and speak the time in different accents!?

But have you noticed? I am talking of alarm clocks that rang and had no snooze button. That meant they had a form and a function, and did what was expected. The same with match sticks and hurricane lamps. Today, nobody makes a fire except with a fancy lighter for some barbecue or a diya festival. You can even buy flickering plug-in plasticky 'brass' lamps!

Once there is a snooze button, I feel the character is lost. You don't have that pristine contract of the predictable Newtonian world. Then everything becomes 'maybe'. Just like people perhaps drove more carefully when they did not have airbags.

And if the alarm is coming from my mobile phone, damn it. It does not even ring with any 'truth' in it!

I also find the multifunction calendar+thermometer+clock+radio an extension of one's wishfulness and a mere show-off. It is quite handy as an office gift, but perhaps totally useless, since you can never get around to buy replacements for those tiny batteries later on.
Oh for the world of true alarm clocks!
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Faith. In Truth and Love.

Visit this lovely site: http://archiveofindianmusic.org/

Archive Of Indian Music · Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi's Spiritual message

During his stay in England in 1931, when the Columbia Gramophone Company requested him to make a record for them, Gandhi pleaded his inability to speak politics, and added that, at the age of sixtytwo, he could make his first and last record which should, if wanted, make his voice heard for all time. Confessing his anxiety to speak on the spiritual matters, on October 20, 1931 he read out his old article "On God":

"There is an indefinable mysterious power that pervades everything, I feel it though I do not see it. It is this unseen power which makes itself felt and yet defies all proof, because it is so unlike all that I perceive through my senses. It transcends the senses. But it is possible to reason out the existence of God to a limited extent. Even in ordinary affairs we know that people do not know who rules or why and how He rules and yet they know that there is a power that certainly rules. In my tour last year in Mysore I met many poor villagers and I found upon inquiry that they did not know who ruled Mysore. They simply said some God ruled it. If the knowledge of these poor people was so limited about their ruler I who am infinitely lesser in respect to God than they to their ruler need not be surprised if I do not realize the presence of God - the King of Kings. Nevertheless, I do feel, as the poor villagers felt about Mysore, that there is orderliness in the universe, there is an unalterable law governing everything and every being that exists or lives. It is not a blind law, for no blind law can govern the conduct of living being and thanks to the marvelous researches of Sir J. C. Bose it can now be proved that even matter is life. That law then which governs all life is God. Law and the law-giver are one. I may not deny the law or the law-giver because I know so little about it or Him. Just as my denial or ignorance of the existence of an earthly power will avail me nothing even so my denial of God and His law will not liberate me from its operation, whereas humble and mute acceptance of divine authority makes life's journey easier even as the acceptance of earthly rule makes life under it easier. I do dimly perceive that whilst everything around me is ever changing, ever dying there is underlying all that change a living power that is changeless, that holds all together, that creates, dissolves and recreates. That informing power of spirit is God, and since nothing else that I see merely through the senses can or will persist, He alone is. And is this power benevolent or malevolent ? I see it as purely benevolent, for I can see that in the midst of death life persists, in the midst of untruth truth persists, in the midst of darkness light persists. Hence I gather that God is life, truth, light. He is love. He is the supreme Good. But He is no God who merely satisfies the intellect, if He ever does. God to be God must rule the heart and transform it. He must express himself in every smallest act of His votary. This can only be done through a definite realization, more real than the five senses can ever produce. Sense perceptions can be and often are false and deceptive, however real they may appear to us. Where there is realization outside the senses it is infallible. It is proved not by extraneous evidence but in the transformed conduct and character of those who have felt the real presence of God within. Such testimony is to be found in the experiences of an unbroken line of prophets and sages in all countries and climes. To reject this evidence is to deny oneself. This realization is preceded by an immovable faith. He who would in his own person test the fact of God's presence can do so by a living faith and since faith itself cannot be proved by extraneous evidence the safest course is to believe in the moral government of the world and therefore in the supremacy of the moral law, the law of truth and love. Exercise of faith will be the safest where there is a clear determination summarily to reject all that is contrary to truth and love. I confess that I have no argument to convince through reason. Faith transcends reason. All that I can advise is not to attempt the impossible."


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Likeabike: why didn't I think of it before!?

And I think you can buy it online for about $50.-

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Uh oh Da Vinci. Cavemen drew better!

Read this!
http://www.businessinsider.com/cavemen-drew-animal-movements-accurately-2012-12?utm_source=alerts



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No one killed this tree

Have you seen Vidya Balan's muted, sombre, acting in the movie No One Killed Jessica, a real-life story about a politician's son who shoots and kills a young lady bar-tender point blank and buys up witnesses so they refuse to tell what they saw, in court?
I saw with horror a handsome Gulmohar being laid low this morning with power-saws next to a nearby park. Who killed this tree? Some suspects:

1. I, who spoke with a black tongue just this morning about this sylvan haven of a park with all its tall trees.
2. The power shut-down last night during the rain, blamed on the tree interfering with overhead power wires.
3. The KSEB who didn't invest in underground cables, but tangled their wires with tall trees.
4. Mysore Maharaja, who inculcated the culture of tree-lined residential colonies.
5. The civic watchdogs who lie asleep.
6. The house-owners, who want their power fixed no matter what, to watch TV.
7. The staff and onlookers who perhaps gain from selling off the stout branches.
8. The jugaad heroes who tell us that we should carry on the way we run our country, and 'God Help the Greens.'
9. The tree itself, for having proudly shown off its growth.
10. God, who created this kinked world of men and trees, in constant competition for survival and flourish at each other's expense. Well stop it here, I say. Didn't Chaitanya extol the tree for its ultimate quality of tolerance and forbearance?

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I'm a Tourist

I stir from deep slumber as I hear the Faceless Voice again.
"We've landed! Welcome to The World. This is your happy layover, all-paid.
Go out and have fun! Just remember to be back on time,
So you won't miss your onward connection in this endless journey."

I blink, confused, as I am birthed into the brightly-lit
Arrivals, full of people, strange sights, noises, colours.

A friendly nanny at Assistance smiles.
"You don't have a care, dearie, go out, have fun.
Leave your cares with your baggage on board.
This is your Fun Day in the The World."

The guys in uniform are easy, as they check
My documents more than my face.
After all, I'm a layover tourist.

I go around to malls, museums, art schools, arty schooners.
Food courts with coconuts, orchids, coloured straws.
Lobsters cooling their claws on ice, ready to be cooked.

An hour of massage. Meditation.

Parks full of make-believe rain-forests.
Feathered performers that strut about and sing in a cabaret.

Skating rinks, soccer stadia. Esplanade by the shimmering waters,
where I take in magic tricks and singing bands.

At last it is time to go back to the endless journey.
As I march into the lounge, I smile to see x-rays and body scanners.
You see, I don't really care. It is time to go.
I simply wait for the Faceless Voice to call me aboard.

Well, I am happy it was not an ego-trip. It was only a layover.
To a tourist, nothing really sticks. So it's all fun!

Bougainvilleas on Old Madras Road

As I travel from Indiranagar to Brigade Metropolis for work, I have to go through the old, pot-holed, polluted, frenetic, lorry-laden Old Madras Road. It is a nightmare for drivers, and keeps doctors busy and happy in Bangalore treating people for all pollution-related illnesses.

But just at Tin Factory, there is a stretch of over 300 metres, with lovely multi-coloured Bougainvilleas all along the way.  See this picture.

They seem to be really happy on Old Madras Road!
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I am in a trap!

I have just realized that I am in a trap. And that is final. Irrevocable. Irrefutable. Immutable.

Well, the last one may not be really true. It does change, but does not change in my favour.

My trap is not physical at all! It can be either The Past, The Present, or The Future.

The Past. With its memories of good times. And sad times. And the times I wish I could hold on to, forever. And the times which I wish had me in control. Not a mere witness seeing things slip away. It's a powerful trap, of things cast in stone now, cannot be changed. And I cannot break free.

Woken from that reverie of the past, what do I see? My Present. The present is indeed a trap, I am just a part of a large movement that I have no control over, I am being carried away! I fight, I think I make my own reality. But soon I see that I am not in charge.

And then I begin to see the Future. The Future that isn't, but I want. I dream in that trap, of things that will happen, should happen, may happen. I am not there, but I think I am. Oh, what a trap!

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Tiger Tablets for Indian Kids

It had to come one day. Silk Saree. Silicone Milk. Herbal Supplement. Now a tablet. All from China, to make India stronger, more intelligent, more competitive. Well Aakash is the limit.

I call it the Tiger Tablet. If you're thinking it is a tablet made with Royal Bengal Tiger body parts, you're mistaken. It is an Android 4.0 or ICS 7 inch tablet computer being approved by IIT Bombay for widescale distribution by the Education Minister to all kids in schools and colleges at a subsidized price. There is a supposition in the public that it is designed by a Sardarji and made by brainy engineers in Hyderabad.

But just now I read an Economic Times report that it is being imported for $42.- from China and Made in India stickers are added before distribution.

That is not a bad thing if every kid gets to play some video games and also learn some stuff on a tablet, right? You may be right. I am right now typing on an American Tablet made in China called the iPad.

Indian children need schools, books, teachers, Akshaya Patra lunches, and the hope that they will get jobs when they grow up. Then they need the killer instinct of a tiger to compete globally and succeed. If they do wield tablets in the meanwhile, why not?

There was a time when every stern father told his kid to drink Horlicks, made in England. Now it is Tiger biscuits, Tiger tablets, and so on. Well, sky (=Aakash) is the limit for a doting nation, to bring up our kids!

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Carnatic Snakes and Ladders!

For the true Rasika, there is never a dull moment. But then, if you do catch yourself with nothing to go to, nothing to listen to, here is a true time-pass game: The Carnatic Snakes and Ladders.

How to Play

1. In this virtual board game, you can roll the dice by clicking on the words in the box "Read the Dice!"In a few seconds, you get the roll of dice score as the Result. Use that number to move your cursor. 
2. Read the words in the box where your move takes you. And fully savour the moment mentioned there. 
3. And then roll the dice again. And move on.
4. If you land in a box at the bottom of a ladder, you climb up to the box the ladder takes you to. If you hit the box with the mouth of a snake, you drop down to the box of its tail. So watch out!
5. After several moves, you MAY reach the box where you can enjoy pure Carnatic music as mother makes it. That is called Nirvana. Till you start all over again.
6. One, two, or more can play this game, only cheating is easily done and easily caught, too.

So play on!

Diwali - how it has meant many different things to me

Diwali or Deepaavali has meant so many different things for me over the past six decades.

When I was very young, we lived in front of a temple. We got up VERY early, say 3 AM, went to the temple where they would give a ceremonial bath with oil to the Narayana idol. As prasad, we would get small portions of the same oil, which we would bring home, pat our heads with, and have the ceremonial bath. We would then light lamps, and at day break burst a lot of crackers. The symbolism was that Krishna had liberated the world of the tyranny of Narakasura after a massive battle, which he had won that night, and the whole world bathed and lit lamps and burst crackers to celebrate the new freedom, worshipping Krishna or Vishnu.

I was once given a budget of Rs. 5/- to buy crackers. I was around ten. I did massive research in all shops, and bought the best mix of crackers that cost less and made good impact- sparkle and sound. I was proud of my shopping efficiency. Alas, I finished the entire stock in the very first daybreak session. And Diwali lasts 3 days.

One year, our family had no money. I insisted on buying a new shirt at least. My mother was able to scratch some savings together from here and there and give me a few rupees. She said I could go and buy a shirt with that money if I could. I searched the entire length of Gandhi Bazar but could not find anything good enough. I did not buy a new shirt that Diwali.

I visited my in-laws for my first Diwali after marriage. We did a grand celebration with lots of crackers. My mother-in-law was a superb cook and was extremely kind, she served a great feast.

When I went to Madras and Calcutta, I found rich people (mostly north Indian traders) burst lots of crackers. I thought it was a huge waste of money, but surely it made a loud and spectacular impact. The day after Diwali, the streets were strewn with trash, red, black and unburst crackers. Urchins would be scrounging for some unburst ones. It was an ugly sight as aftermath. But nowadays, we have become insensitive to poverty or trash.

Our neighbours in Madras in '80s had a 10000 cracker long burst ritual. The community would lay the cracker roll along the street and the burst would last over 15 minutes. People would actually record the sound on a cassette tape!

When I was very young, I burst crackers with such bravado, once I burst the cracker close to my face and singed my eye-brows. They grew back after some months.

Diwali in Delhi and Bombay meant lots of sweets sold in shops and eaten in large quantities. Gaudy and gorgeous clothes, spectacular rockets and aerial displays, and much loud celebration.

A crazy thing that happened for some years was that the big bosses in GE and Siemens would come down for business trips during Diwali. Both our families and the bosses would be irritated that Diwali was not a good time for business meetings. White people couldn't  understand why Indians don't celebrate Christmas and instead have some pagan festival called Diwali.

One of my colleagues had developed his Diwali into a grand PR session. He would invite important bosses and colleagues,and spend lots of money on crackers and eats. It was a simple math as he would harvest the goodwill for the entire year afterwards.

In Delhi, Diwali is a time for great bribes to be given to officials and customers. Lots of expensive gifts, sweets and goodies, given in huge lots to happy recipients. Babus' wives clear up large rooms to stack up the gifts, and enjoy them for long afterwards. Black, white and colour, all mixed up. Goddess Lakshmi has no qualms in Delhi.

Nowadays, I go to my terrace and watch the nouveau riche light up the Bangalore skies with totally spectacular fireworks. The rocket flies high up, emits stellar bursts in psychedelic colours, and after an almost endless shower of sparkle, little lanterns of light descend slowly in the sky. It must have cost Rs. 20K and more for one such rocket, and from black (money and everything else!) , we get so much colour and sparkle!

I then go down and savour some special sweets. Nowadays you can buy lovely north Indian and Bengali sweets all around our city. Children also look so cute in new clothes. There is lots of retail therapy at hand, to drive away thoughts of any worries or problems at micro or macro level.

We light little oil lamps and line them up on our compound wall. They glimmer so nicely, bringing happy thoughts of our childhood.

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Why villains never die

Just finished reading a delightful TinTin story, Land of Black Gold. The picture above shows TinTin taking the eternal villain Dr. Mueller to Police Headquarters, so that he may face a fair trial.

Come on, a guy who almost started a world war, lacing petrol with Formula Fourteen explosive ingredients, whose drug made the Thomson and Thompson twins grow hair faster than you can ever imagine, and pretty much blew up the Land of Black Gold. He gets a fair trial, and then goes on to feature in some other sequel of equally murderous proportions?

Why do villains never die? It seems they come back again again, much like our God takes birth to fight evil. Why? The answer is simply, my friend, "Because".

It is an incomplete answer, just like in real life. If we have learnt something, it is that this world is composed of evil and good, almost in equal measure, just to "thicken the plot".

And let us face it. In the heart of our hearts, we don't want villains to die. We want them to become good, join hands with the good, and fight new villains. So we want to have villains always. No wonder the poet and the story teller decide to give more than nine lives to the villain, whether it is Sherlock Holmes, James Bond or TinTin who is the protagonist. The bigger and badder the villain, the greater his mystique and indestructibility. But we are always assured of a good enough fight, and the hero will triumph, wiping the sweat off his brow as the villain slinks away, for now at least.

And the story thus goes on.

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Saraswati

I was lucky to purchase this Tanjore painting from traditional painter Mr. Srinivasan of Kumbhakonam today at the Karnataka Chitrakala Parishat exhibition.

yA kundEndu tushAra hAra dhavaLA
yA shubhravastrAv.rtA
yA vINa vara daNDa maNDitakarA
yA shveta padmAsanA
yA brahmAccuta shaN^kara prabh.rtibhir-
dEvaiH sadA pUjitA
sA maM pAtu sarasvatI bhagavatI
nishsheSha jADyApahA

Meaning: Saraswati, goddess who is fair like the Kunda flower, moon, snow, pearl-necklace, clad in spotless garments, seated on a white lotus,  holding the veena so beautifully in her hands, One worshipped always by Brahma, Vishnu, Shiva and other gods (as the Deity of Learning) ; may She protect me and rid me of all worldly ailments.


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The Incredible Indian Auto Rickshaw

Photo attribution: verryindia.com
In a dark cosy corner, listening to the patter of rain courtesy Hurricane Nilam, I am thinking up these sacred thoughts about the Incredible Indian Auto Rickshaw. Right now, I think every truly Indian God, Man, and Beast, is blessed to travel in this incredible three-wheeler that has speed, swerve, snazzle, sound, and fury better than Rajni+ShahenShah+Salman combined. It is the truly Indian transport vehicle that rocks. The hand that rocks the cradle of world civilisation and culture called !ncredible !ndia.

Lest I sound simply funny, let me give you the profundity of my respect.

First, the Vehicle:
If you visit the narrow lanes of Varanasi, the capital of ancient India, you will know that the only vehicle that could sneak through those cow-and bull-infested streets of Shiva's temple town is an auto. If you visit the streets today of Bengaluru, Chennai, Kochi, Hyderabad, Pune, Dombivili, Borivili, Gurgaon, Ghaziabad and Bhawanipore, you will know that you will reach your destination only if you take an Auto. It can steer 270 deg. In a 3-ft radius, go forward and reverse, snake in 3 speeds, overtake anyone anywhere any side and ignore No-Entry or Red Light with absolutely NO second thought. Even where donkeys or buffaloes will pause for thought, the Auto will fly through with no qualms. It is the TRULY liberated Indian vehicle. And by the way, it is an all-weather vehicle, and one that needs no all-weather AC.

Second, the Economics:
The only vehicle which can seat from one to nine people without ANY trouble, carry cargo, animals, 15 school children or four fat ladies for Diwali shopping, is an Auto. It costs less than 2000 dollars to buy. It has a road worthiness of over 25 years (or 2 million miles whichever is less). It has three identical wheels. Have you ever seen an Auto with a flat tyre, or an engine that failed to start?
India has decided to finally harness its ancient forms and modern forms of energy in one hybrid technological solution. Both the mounds of current day garbage and ancient animal dung or gobar will be used to generate gas. Each politician, known for his extreme mastery of gas dispensation, will be allotted a CSIR-licenced manufacturing plant, which will generate lots of gobar gas. The only Indian vehicle already capable of running on gobar gas, a green fuel, is the Auto. Eventually it will cost less than 1 cent per kilometre.

Third, the Spiritual Connection:
The word Auto Rickshaw is composed of these Syllables:
A-Tu-A R-Ksha.

A, the first letter in the Sanskrit alphabet, is the symbol of God ("aksharANAM akArOsmi" Bhagavad Gita 10.33), according to our most sacred texts. The letter Tu is a concession to the English Language, and comes from 'to'. That means that according to ancient Indian wisdom, we all come from Godhood or Brahman, and go back finally to Godhood or Brahman. That is the dharma chakra. The combination of syllables Tu+A gives TO (Sandhi rules of Sanskrit grammar). hence Auto. Indians pronounce it correctly as aatO. Foreigners and NRIs say it with an accent.

The syllable R (it is the seventh vowel in Sanskrit or Devanagari) is a sacred symbol of Truth. R stands for the ultimate reality or truth. Which is changeless and eternal. Hence Gandhi made truth the first principle. He made his second principle Non-violence. The symbol for forgiveness, or peace or non-violence in Sanskrit is KSHA. So the word in Sanskrit dictionary for forgiveness is 'Kshama'. It is the highest virtue in relating to others. Hence the second word of Rickshaw stands for Truth and Non-violence or Forgiveness. These two principles come to us from Krishna, Buddha and Gandhi. They are the basis of our national values.

So you have the most sacred name from Indian scriptures, Auto Rickshaw.

Finally, Futurism:
In pre-twentieth century, man travelled on vehicles with multiple wheels and many legs. Most developed countries are stuck in the 20th century, and travel on four wheels. The number 4 is the symbol of death, ask any Chinese or Indian. Hence that century witnessed massacres and two world wars. The future belongs to the number three, or trinity, sacred in all religious thought. Three wheels it shall be, that will carry man forward. Away from the barbarism of four wheels. Future sedans, solar vehicles, and such will all borrow the idea of 3 wheels from the Indian Auto Rikshaw. I am not talking sci-fi here of MagLev and such.

Some people may snigger, saying that the Auto also stands for the Indian socio-economic track record of not getting anywhere ('from A to A'), and a Rickshaw speed of growth. I don't really argue with such people. I want to stick to my noble thoughts on this wet evening, waiting for November, hearing the patter of rain echoing the Nilam hurricane.

God Speed in all your travels. Take an Auto Rickshaw.

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Sitting is killing me

Indian Puranas - Then and Now

If you are a foreigner, or a confused desi, you may be wondering about all our mythology or Puranas. You may not know it, but successful Indians believe in Puranas and even employ Chief Belief Officers, who in their spare time come on TV and write articles.

The reason is that Puranas are timeless and they form the core of our spirituality. They will never die.

This is a 3 minute capsule on Puranas then and now.

THEN
An ambitious man, god or demon would perform penance for thousands of years, and get major boons from a helpless God that he would be 'nearly' immortal.
He would then exploit everyone cruelly and be totally powerful for a few thousand years. The people would suffer untold miseries, but would wait for their saviour.
Rishis like Narada, Durvasa and Bhrigu would  go and advise God that something must be done.
God will slowly decide enough is enough, and take a mighty form, fight a fierce battle, and kill the bad guy. All will be well.
Well, almost. The next one is only a few thousand years away, and Puranas repeat themselves.
Indians believe this to be true, because they have seen it. They have at least seen it in Telugu movies lasting 4-5 hours. So there is total equilibrium.

NOW
An ambitious man, Indian, NRI or foreigner will study in IIT, AIIMS, Harvard or Cambridge. He may also become a movie star or sports-star after years of toil. And get major awards,degrees, bank loans or airlines/IPL franchises, and build an empire like no other, and feel that he is 'nearly' immortal.
He would then exploit everyone cruelly and be totally powerful for a few years. The people would suffer untold miseries, but would wait for their saviour.
People like CAG, CVC, Subramaniam Swamy, Medha Patkar, Anna, and Kejriwal, will go and advise the people to file FIR, PIL, RTI petitions that something must be done. After years of noise without action, a reluctant/newly appointed Govt. or Courts will take note, and start a mighty storm of action, fight a fierce public cleansing campaign, and put the bad guy in Tihar. All will be well.
Well, almost. The next one is only a few days/months/years away, and Puranas repeat themselves.
Indians believe this to be true, because they have seen it. They have at least seen it in a million news channels day and night, lasting 24x7 hours. So there is total equilibrium.



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RIP Jaspal Bhatti - the man who made us laugh at our miseries

Jaspal Bhatti died in a car crash in Punjab, two days before his movie, "Power Cut", was to be released. A man who had an uncanny way of making us laugh at our everyday problems, he will be sorely missed.

Long before India opened up the telecom sector, he made the following episode. It seems incredible that we had all these micro problems, about waiting for telephone connections, excess bills, wrong numbers, and faulty lines. Today our problems are those of excess, with 2G, 3G and LTE problems!



May Bhatti rest in peace. I suspect he will be making a whole bunch of new spoofs about the miseries in heaven!


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I could kill for a piece of pickle

My teenager son was once enrolled into an Art of Living camp many years ago. After 3 days of kriyas and Sattvic (read insipid) food, he emerged saying, "I could kill for a piece of pickle!" Very expressive and unambiguous language of having been denied something!

Knowing how much fondness for chillies etc. is in his blood, I could well understand my son's understated rage at having been subjected to the Sattvic regimen. Just escalate similar emotions, and you have situations like in "No one killed Jessica", wherein the guy would well use his gun to get his way, especially when denied another drink at the bar that he demands as his due. In other words, our intense likes and dislikes drive our behaviour, especially in this case, anger.

Is anger all about attitude or provocation or predisposition? In local parlance, we say "anger is on the tip of that person's nose". We also say that some people are not easily provoked, and wonder how they can keep their cool in the face of "so much".

I think anger becomes a style statement for some. I know people who not only use abusive angry language easily, but claim that "that's who we are". I also know that beyond a point, some people start getting ignored and others then say, "don't take him seriously, he's is wild/goes off the handle easily".
That brings me to provocation. It is interesting that provocation is entirely a function of our own attitudes and predispositions. And beyond a point, it is not our rational choice but almost a personal trait or reflex action to get angry in some situations. It is so internalised. At that point we are helpless.
Arjuna asks Krishna in the Bhagavagita how sometimes, even when we don't want to do something (bad) we feel almost driven to do it, in spite of ourselves. Krishna replies that it is because of our Kama and Krodha! Kama = "intense desires or likes"!!! And then the flipside, of our anger on being denied.

Krishna calls these two traits, attraction and anger, as rooted in Rajas or our "wanting" to get something, no matter what. And he calls them the greatest enemies in our journey to liberation, and that they are like the whirlwind, and hard to overcome. So we have to be mindful always of the twin traps of attraction and anger.

They say that when Prahlada's demonic father Hiranyakashipu drove him to the extreme, Vishnu emerged as the raging Narasimha=man-lion, and tore the demon apart. The man-lion was so full of rage that it took a lot to calm him down. So even God shows us that rage beyond a point is hard to control, and so let's watch out! Of course, Vishnu 'used' rage here, and not the other way around.

(photo: this lovely Narasimha idol is in Wheeling, WV Iskcon temple that I visited in 2009).

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Shyamala Dandakam

Remember Kalidasa is historically dated to have been in the 4th Century AD. His musical poetry here is unmatched.

And Sangeetha Kalanidhi D.K. Pattammal has sung it impeccably, many decades ago.
Happy Navaratri!

Why He called India a Banana Republic

The son-in-law is making some people angry because he called India a banana republic. But I can easily figure out his reasoning. Here are the reasons:
Mahatma Gandhi: Swatantar Bharat banana hai
Nehru: India ko majboot banana hai
Patel: Bharat ko republic banana hai
Indira: India ko world power banana hai
Sanjay: Mujhe ek small car banana hai
Rajiv: India ko modern banana hai
Manmohan: Indian economy ko open banana hai
Vajpayee: Har admi ko poet banana hai
Joshi: Ram Mandir banana hai
Advani: Aap ko mujhe PM banana hai
Sonia: Indian passport banana hai
Kejriwal: Aam admi ko neta banana hai
Neta: Public ko ullu banana hai

Ma: Beta, tumhe doctor ya ingneer banana hai
Papa: nahi, bete ko Indian Idol banana hai
Amitabh: nahi, isko crorepati banana hai

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