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Thursday, March 22, 2012

Silence...!

There once was a farmer who discovered that he had lost his watch in the barn. It was no ordinary watch because it had sentimental value for him. After searching high and low among the hay for a long while; he gave up and enlisted the help of a group of children playing outside the barn.

He promised them that the person who found it would be rewarded.

Hearing this, the children hurried inside the barn, went through and around the entire stack of hay but still could not find the watch. Just when the farmer was about to give up looking for his watch, a little boy went up to him and asked to be given another chance.

The farmer looked at him and thought, "Why not? After all, this kid looks sincere enough."



So the farmer sent the little boy back in the barn. After a while the little boy came out with the watch in his hand! The farmer was both happy and surprised and so he asked the boy how he succeeded where the rest had failed.

The boy replied, "I did nothing but sit on the ground and listen. In the silence, I heard the ticking of the watch and just looked for it in that direction."


A peaceful mind can think better than a worked up mind. Allow a few minutes of silence to your mind every day, and see, how sharply it helps you to set your life the way you expect it to be...!

Stay tuned and observe sphere of silence...!

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Who Knows...!?!

There is a Chinese story of an old farmer who had an old horse for tilling his fields. One day the horse escaped into the hills and, when all the farmer's neighbours sympathised with the old man over his bad luck, the farmer replied,

"Bad luck? Good luck? Who knows...?"

A week later the horse returned with a herd of wild horses from the hills and this time the neighbours congratulated the farmer on his good luck. His reply was,

"Bad luck? Good luck? Who knows...?"


Then, when the farmer's son was attempted to tame one of the wild horses, he fell off its back and broke his leg. Everyone thought this very bad luck. Not the farmer, whose only reaction was,

"Bad luck? Good luck? Who knows...?"

Some weeks later the army marched into the village and forced every able-bodied youth they found there by law to serve in the army. When they saw the farmer's son with his broken leg they let him off. Now was that...

Good luck? Bad luck? Who knows...?


Well, Stay Tuned, Stay Cool and Defer the Judgement...!

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Bangkok...!

It's exactly a month I have written here and that was due to my journey abroad as well as around Pune and Mumbai. Last week of January I was in Bangkok for business purpose and had decided to write about the experience on the first available opportunity. The developments starting from Bangkok visit took such a fast track and I was on the roller-coaster so much so that I cannot say that even this is the opportunity I can exploit to write everything I wanted to about Bangkok or Thailand. But today I must write something before I forget everything…!


Well, though it was my first ever journey out of India and on a plane for that matter, I was neither excited nor feeling any high level of enthusiasm. It could be the purpose (business) of the visit or the circumstances and proceedings that led to this expedition or having to go alone (without family I mean) or may be the A-G-E…! Whatever the reason, the flight bored me to hell than indulging me. Again the reasons for this could be the tiring and irritating, even disgusting at some points, processes that are prefixed and suffixed to the actual travel through air and consume much more time (purely unproductive) than the commute. It could be the absolute exorbitant priced, tasteless and fashionable but hardly nutritious foods and beverages you are forced to buy on the airports. Lastly it also could be the cosmetic service you receive from the talking and moving dolls on the plane that never seems to move an inch, except during takeoff and landing, although the Captain claims the altitude of 50,000 feet and 500 km per hour…!


That’s it about the journey but once you set your eyes on the aerial view of Bangkok, the first thing you recognize and intrinsically appreciate is the impeccable planning and thoughtful maintenance of the landscape. And that proves to be just the tip of iceberg when you realize following things, I am listing them only for the constraint of time as each one deserves a separate post otherwise…


1. The infrastructure – roads are meant for travel and rules are not hoarded on roads but engraved in the hearts. No horns, no overtaking, no lane cutting, no jumping over signals. Simple. I know it seems like Alice in wonderland while writing and reading it in India (Particularly in Pune) but that’s the truth I witnessed for almost 5 days.

2. People respect and worship their King, despite of the democracy, as he is the one who always think THAILAND first. His highness not only appears on every crossroad, circle and airport hoardings but also on the currency notes and most importantly, in his people’s hearts. This is a kind of leadership, commitment and selflessness that makes a country great.


3. It’s almost a rare if not nonexistent scene to find anybody speaking in a loud voice, let alone a quarrel in the middle of the road with an audience of say 100 readily available people making uninvited judgments and seeming to provide the fuel in the fire instead of water. These people really understand Buddha, no wonder he is their primary inspiration and deity.


4. Although tourism is their major revenue source and hospitality comes naturally to them, these are most industrious species in the South-east Asia, a tough competition to Chinese and Japanese. The vehicles they use stands as a proof of their rationale and national thinking.

5. Finally, a grave concern that remained unanswered and unattended throughout was their inability to communicate in English. I never regretted so much of not learning any foreign language and had I known this opportunity, I would have definitely learned THAI.


This is it for now… may be will write again soon about Thailand and Bangkok because this land of Buddha had left me speechless, which even Vippasana failed to do…!

Stay tuned and Be A-W-A-R-E…!

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Answers…!

Today, on this auspicious occasion of Makar Sankranti, the holy transit of SUN, let us try to understand the eternal quest of Q&A, where all the answers seem to pose a new question and no question seems to have any rightful answer. ‘How and why is this so?’ is again an interminable question…!?!

When Maulingaputta came to Buddha for the first time he asked many questions. Buddha said, “Are you asking in order to solve the questions or are you only asking to get answers?”

Maulingaputta said, “I have come to ask you, and you have begun to ask me! Let me ponder over it, I must think about it.” He thought about it and the second day he said, “Really, I have come to solve them.”

Buddha said to him, “Have you asked these same questions to anyone else as well?”
Maulingaputta said, “I have asked everyone continuously for thirty years.”
Buddha said, “By asking for thirty years you must have got many answers – many, many. But have any proved to be the answer?”

Maulingaputta said, “None!”
Then Buddha said, “I will not give you any answers. In thirty years of questioning many answers have been given; I can add some more but that is not going to help. So I will give you the solution, not the answer.”
Maulingaputta said, “Okay, give it to me.”
But Buddha said, “It cannot be given by me, it has to be grown in you. So remain for one year with me silently. Not a single question will be allowed. Be totally silent, be with me, and after one year you can ask; then I will give you the answer.”


 

Sariputta, the chief disciple of Buddha, was sitting nearby under a tree. He began to laugh. Maulingaputta asked, “Why is Sariputta laughing? What is there to laugh about?”

Sariputta said, “Ask right now if you have to ask; do not wait for one year. We have been fooled – this happened to me too – because after one year we never ask. If you have remained totally silent for a year, then the very source of questioning drops. And this man is deceptive! This man is very deceptive,” Sariputta said. “After one year he will not give you any answers.”

So Buddha said, “I will remain with my promise, Sariputta. I have remained with my promise with you, too. It is not my fault that you do not ask.”

One year went by and Maulingaputta remained silent: silently doing meditation and becoming more and more silent outwardly and inwardly. Then he became a silent pool, with no vibrations, no waves. He forgot that the year had passed. The day that he was to ask had come but he himself forgot.

Buddha said, “There used to be a man called Maulingaputta here. Where is he? He has to ask some question. The year has passed; the day has come, so he must come to me.” There were ten thousand monks there and everyone tried to find out who Maulingaputta was. And Maulingaputta also tried to find out where he was!


Buddha called to him and said, “Why are you looking around? You are the man. And I have to fulfill my promise, so you ask and I will give you the answer.”
Maulingaputta said, “The one who was asking is dead; that is why I was looking around to see who this man Maulingaputta is. I too have heard his name, but he is long since gone.”

The original source must be transformed, otherwise we go on asking; and there are persons who will be supplying you with answers. You feel good in asking, they feel good in answering, but what goes on is only a mutual deception.

Stay tuned and seek S-O-L-U-T-I-O-N not answer…!

Source – OSHO Book “Meditation: The Art of Ecstasy”

Monday, January 9, 2012

Fatherhood…!

No Sunday in my life till yesterday was in so pure Black and White…! Only two primary human emotions of absolute anguish and gross gratification prevailed the Sunday. Such a strange and profound mixture of emotions that sets you on a roller-coaster would either build a much strengthened persona out of your being or has all the potential to shatter you apart and feel more aloof than attached. I am counting on my endurance and hoping for the prior possibility with crossed fingers as I just hate to get abandoned by the powerful flow of negative emotions. In fact I hate the negative energy so much that I am very much positive about getting it released in the ether of outer space beyond the gravity…!

Anyway, I will just report the two incidences responsible to take me on this roller-coaster and I won’t get into detailed analysis of either as there is a serious threat of me being getting so engrossed in those overwhelming sentiments once again that I might lose the track of everything around.


The Sunday started normally with all the morning chores until I received a call from my best friend asking me to come to the hospital that I have never heard of. The urgency and shake in his voice warned me of the imminent and the detailed knowledge about his father’s situation only deepened the concern. Although I tried to reach the unfamiliar hospital with the best possible human effort, it was late and my friend has lost his father already. A chilled gust went through my spine as I headed to see his father and however deaths on the hospital bed I have seen till date; I felt like remorse this one with all the vigor for three reasons –
1. ‘Appa’ was my, probably only living and reachable Idol and I used to paint my own developed personality by borrowing shades of his well-read, all-composed and almost yogic persona.
2. I never had the real interaction at length with him that I always imagined since I first met him.
3. The falsifying concept of ‘Karma’ that doesn’t seem fair anymore with the undesirable, unexplainable and very grievous conclusion of such an intellectual noble and selfless being.

All I can do now is wish and thrive to inherit values from his disposition like serenity and pursuance.


In the White side of the Sunday afternoon, it was my daughter’s First Stage performance of her passion for now – Bharatanatyam – that she really seems to enjoy and endure. Being a kind of unorthodox middle-class father, as my wife likes to put it, I never cared about my daughter’s academic reports except for making fun of the marks, remarks, evaluations and handwriting's of the teachers authoring those, which both of us enjoy thoroughly with her furious mother overlooking. As I always preach Mark Twain’s philosophy of not allowing the schooling to interfere with learning, I can pity or have mercy at the most for the parents running around their pupils irritating them for the numbers in Report Cards. I prefer to celebrate my daughter’s otherwise achievements like her expertise with PowerPoint presentations or even FB, creativity put in preparing Greeting Cards or even any mundane school project, practicing badminton for a reverse shot, mastering riding a bicycle, having a great eye behind the camera… the list would eat-up all the space in the post.

Her recent initiative of Bharatanatyam was just a curiosity for me as I used to see her hurrying to attend that class with a fervor and enthusiasm. I never imagined that she will be performing on the stage so soon with her Tai and other dance-mates and will enthrall, awe and gratify the father in me…! It was an experience and I never felt like a typical father before and when the senses returned the pain of the morning also returned with exhilarating force as at this moment I was enlightened with the epiphany of 'fatherhood'…!

Stay tuned and maintain the B-A-L-A-N-C-E…!

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

First Day...!


What more can you ask for than the First Day of the New Year falling on a Sunday...! We decided to extend the Celebration fervor little longer to envelop this platinum opportunity of spending the Entire First Day of The New Year with family. Could you ask for more…? I guess not.


This time our adventurous excursion took us to Ramdara, a place about 40 KM from Pune with a serene beauty and once again my favorite deity Mahadev along with Ram, Sita, Hanuman and Dashavtar. Like Nilkantheshwar, this was also less populated relatively and has no ‘urbane’ facilities to offer either. I am keeping my fingers crossed for these places to retain their originality and serenity as long as possible.



The quacking Ducks, the Green water lake, the smell and feel in the atmosphere of cooking on ‘chool’ – a cooking arrangement made with local materials like stones and dried tree branches – add to the absolute exotic experience to the gadget-savvy urbanites. 


The best part is the very short distance of it from the concrete civilization in a sense that you can spend more time with nature than in traffic and still can reach for your usual sophisticated necessities within couple of minutes.


If you have even half a day at your disposal, don’t miss to take a right turn just after the Toll Plaza at Loni on Pune – Solapur Road and within minutes you will forget almost all the mundane worries with the absolutely tranquil welcome of Ramdara


Stay tuned and keep E-X-P-L-O-R-I-N-G…!

PS - For more photos click on the title.

Saturday, December 31, 2011

Goodbye 2011...!?!


It is 31st Dec 2011... The last day of the YEAR 2011 and everybody is excited to bid a farewell to 2011 and Welcome the 2012, however dreadful it's been painted in rumors and movies...! Today I have to share with you a simple, small yet spirited parting message from 2011…

"PUT YOUR IDEAS INTO PRACTICE

AND THE ROAD WILL

REVEAL ITSELF TO YOU…!"



Stay tuned and R-E-S-O-L-U-T-E…!