Come February, and you will find these flowering plants called Tabebuias in the streets and parks full bloomed in their yellow, pink or violet versions. This one too is in its full flowering glory.
I am awe stuck by these plants. Off season, you will not find even a single flower on them. But when they flower, they flower as if the whole being of the plant has flowered.
It reminds me of children. When they cry, they cry with their whole being; when they laugh, they laugh with their whole being. There is no halfheartedness. That is what you call living life in its totality.
As we grow up we become more and more divided. In order to achieve 101 things, we loose our propensity to live in the present moment undivided in our being. As the society becomes more progressive and more civilized, crocodile tears and plastic smile replace our heart full expressions.
The plant also reminds us of the principle of fullness and emptiness. It is the emptiness that gives birth to fullness. Sun Tzu has enunciated this in context of ‘Art of War’. In fact it is the basic principle of ‘Meditation’, and in general, this could be applied in our attempt to master the ‘Art of Living’.
Ah the Tabebuias! How they remind us to live life in our totality. Either do something wholeheartedly or do not do it at all.
Media has always been an instrument of propaganda.
I remember in my childhood days listening to the Hindi Programs of BBC and Radio Moscow. Even in a Hindi program by BBC, if at all India was covered, it would be in connection with something bad that happened. Radio Moscow was all about the glory of communism and the evils done by countries like the US.
I think nothing much has changed since then. Unless there is a rape, cyclone or a starvation death, the western media hardly mentions India. The TV Channel RT (Russia Times) focuses on the evils of American politics and society while, in a subtle way trying to establish the supremacy of the Russian leaders.
In fact the whole story of the James Bond movie – Tomorrow Never Dies – is centered around the controlling power of a media Moghul. It shows to what extent the head of the media house could go to create sensational news.
Of course, in real life media houses may not go the extreme extent of creating war so as to be one up in covering sensational news. However, it may be remembered that most of the media houses are owned either by the government or, by big business houses. Ultimately, the owners impose their vested interest in some form or the other.
In our country, particularly in South India many of the media houses are owned by the political parties. While some of remaining ones have their own political or ideological leanings, the rest have their business interests at heart. In such a scenario how can you expect the media house to be neutral and non-sensational in covering and presenting news?
In our country, particularly in South India many of the media houses are owned by the political parties. While some of remaining ones have their own political or ideological leanings, the rest have their business interests at heart.
The bias of the media can be visible particularly in election times. Propaganda material is peddled as news. Even on the day the election results are announced, till the last moment TV channels would be showing inflated numbers for their favourite political party.
Another irritating feature of Indian TV channels is the number of advertisements they show. Sometimes you feel, it is an advertisement channel with little bits of news nuggets thrown in as fillers.Of course Doordarshan and regional language channels are way better in this respect.
Another irritating feature of Indian TV channels is the number of advertisements they show. Sometimes you feel, it is an advertisement channel with little bits of news nuggets thrown in as fillers.
Then of course there was this Arnab Goswami. I think he is still there somewhere in invisible mode planning his next strike. He has started a whole new trend in imposing a particular point of view. One can see the influence of his Tughlaqi andaz on other channels where some go to ridiculous extents to imitate his style.
Another disconcerting fact that is noticed not only in the case of Indian journalists but also in the case of international ones is that, even senior and renowned journalists do not take stands based on the merits of each issue de-linking it from their personal bias towards a person or a group.
The press in general touches a low point when journalists go to any extent to serve biased news for pecuniary benefits and other favours. This has given rise to a new word that is in vougue now a days. Presstitutes. The interesting thing is – this is out and out an Indian contribution to the English vocabulary.
It is unfortunate that the press, which is termed as the fourth pillar of democracy, is on shaky grounds.
Even the puranas, that portray him with human attributes, are silent about his birth. Being Shankara – who has your welfare in his mind, he is close to our heart, yet he remains the most mysterious one riddled with contradictions.
He makes the profane sacred so he lives in burial grounds. Is it an attempt by ancient seers to remove taboos associated with places that people are reluctant to visit?
He remains unaffected even after taking so much poison. The world has both nectar and poison.
To remain unaffected by the poisons of the world requires the state of shivahood.
He is the embodiment of Isha Vashyam Idam Sarvam – as he lives everywhere.
He is known as kalantaka – the one that ends time. Do we have an indication towards the state of deep meditation or samadhi where one transcends time.
As part of the trinity – the role assigned to him is that of a destroyer. But he is the ultimate savior. During the churning of the seas, he drinks poison. At the time of descent of Ganga, he takes her on his head.
All contradictions manifest and merge in him. He is an embodiment of yin and yang. He is ardhanariswara : half man – half woman. He is an ascetic and a householder at the same time. He lives in Kailash, where there is only happiness and joy and in burial ground – the place of ultimate grief.
He is worshipped by Gods, human beings and demons. He is worshiped mostly as phallic symbol. At the same time he is known as the destroyer of kama – the god associated with lust.
He is the manifestation of the ultimate. He is nishkama, he is gnaneswara – lord of knowledge, he is mukteswara – lord of ultimate freedom. However, in puranas he is described as a householder who is prone to all human emotions.
He is worshiped by both Rama and Ravana. It signifies the impartiality of the primordial principle – the rit. It shows that the divine rejects none. All are part of Him. Of course finally Rama wins so that balance of dharma is maintained.
He is worshiped by the sober Gyani. At the same time he is the favourite God of the masts who indulge in addictive substances on his name. This could be misreading of the state of bliss or the twisted logic of the addict to rationalise their addiction and claim social acceptance.
He is truly a strange God who does not mind being part of strange and bizarre rituals. The sacred and the profane merge. All are welcome. Even his entourage consists of strange beings and non beings like goblins. Anybody can stake claim to him.
However, amidst all the chaos, He is calmness manifest. He remains centred and free from all attachments.
He is the mystic of mystics. I grapple for words to describe his full glory. To such a lord I bow down with reverence.
School reopened after the summer vacation. Now I was in standard VII and a large number of of books had been added to the school library. Prominent among them were translated versions of abridged editions of all time western classics like Oliver Twist, A Tale of Two Cities, The Three Musketeers, Time Machine, Animal Farm, Treasure Island and many more. Each book was a page turner. There being no provision for a librarian, our class teacher doubled up as the librarian. Sometime, he became irritated and sometimes happy that every day I finished one book and asked for another.
However, among all those un-put-down-able books, what stood out were the series on Sherlockc Holmes.
In fact when it comes to un-put-down-able, what comes to my mind first are the genre of thriller or detective books.
But, other than Sherlock Holmes, I hardly read any book of suspense or detective genre. Written by Arthur Connan Doyle, the stories of Sherlock Holmes have been an evergreen fascination. I have read the stories, seen the movies and TV serials over and over again.
However, the book that I have found the most griping is ‘Silence of the Lambs’ by Thomas Harris.
I came across the book in our office library way back in 199o. After reading the first chapter, there was no way I was going to stop there. Standing there in front of of the book rack I must have finished five or six chapters till the librarian called to say that it was closing time.
I borrowed the book. As far as I remember other than essential breaks for bodily needs I did not sleep till I finished the book.
I do not wish to divulge anything about the contents of the book so as to spare the prospective reader of any preconceived idea. That is how one enjoys a thriller the best. Like I did. Had I read any review, any gist or any thing about the book , or even the fact that it has been a best seller, it would have definite affected my reading experience. (Once you read a book knowing that it is a best seller your expectations would be high)
However I would like to say this much that even though the story and its characters are interesting, what makes the book unputdowanable is perhaps the way the author has arranged the contents and divided the chapters whereby one is naturally drawn to the next chapter just to find out what happens next. I am yet to find such a gripping thriller.
Subsequently, when in 1991 the novel was made into a movie, it bagged a number of Oscars and became a huge commercial success like the book. I watched the movie and enjoyed it. But, the thrilling and gripping experience that I got when I first read the book has remained unmatchable so far.
Suppose dogs were allowed to open Facebook account. What would be their status update like? Here are a sample ten:
Dog 1: Feeling so proud today. Got an opportunity to pee on the front wheel of a BMW (with photo)
Dog2: Eating leftover food with my darling bitch at Maurya Sheraton, Mumbai (with photo)
Dog3: Holidaying in Delhi near the largest Drain of Asia (with photo)
Dog4: My Basanti and our four kids. Oh! How much I love them (Our happy family)
Dog5: Invited to be the Chief Barker at the All India Street Dogs federation meeting. (with photo)
Dog6: Feeling proud that my owner brought this new brand gold coloured dog chain for me. (with photo)
Dog7: Feeling loved with Basanti, my bitch, my loving companion of x years. (with photo of both tongue touching)
Dog8: (the activist dog). Our dog world is going to the dogs. More and more people are getting fond of cats. Let us boycott those families who plan to adopt cats. Please forward this message if you are really concerned about the future of the dogs.
Dog9: At Mahim local station. Traveling to Bandra.
Dog10: Our darling pilla won this year’s ‘dog bites dog’ competition. Feeling so proud. Love you so much my cutie. (with photo)
(dog can be substituted for bitch and adjustments be made accordingly)
Attending a Literature Festival is a beautiful way of spending an enlightening weekend.
Ideas float around, the air is filled with literary vibrations and the ambiance is charged with star presence. The fever catches onto to you. The temperature soars to climax to a rocking frenzy like it happened this time when the local rock God Raghu Dixit performed with his band to mark the culmination of the festival.
Before that, there was this ‘Khullam Khulla’ session with Rishi Kapoor. Of course he had come to promote his book. During the panel discussion he was at his candid best talking about the advantages and disadvantages carrying the baggage of the Kapoor legacy and his real and reel life. Being a Kapoor son gave him the break. At the same time, he worked hard to make his mark as a romantic hero in the era of the angry young men.
He is also well known for his unique and spontaneous style of acting. The audience, comprising of young and old got its ‘tare zamin par‘ moment as they crowded the venue to have a glimpse and listen to him.
I would have liked to be there from start to finish on both the days to soak in the ethereal world of ideas and stars. But, then there are worldly duties. So, I could attend only part of the sessions on both the days- 11th and 12th Feb.
Even if you attend the festival from start to finish you cannot be part of all the happenings as events took place simultaneously at three venues. Sometime, when two of your favorite programs clash, or just for the sake of curiosity, you have to shuttle between venues half way through a session.
“Let us check up what is happening at those other venues.”
In India, in terms of literacy men may outnumber women, but when it comes to matters literary it is the other way round. At least literature festivals makes one think so. And it makes women qualitatively better than men. (Even in an earlier literature festival while a congregation of women writers were discussing various issues, a bunch of girls in the audience were heard making a loud statement all of the men are idiots)
It was nice to see authors and stakeholders from diverse fields like fashion, sports, food, cinema, music, technology etc. congregate and share their points of view, sometimes to ignite the dormant passion in us or sometimes to see things from a different angle. While, the dismal state of sport administration in India was highlighted in one session, in another, concern was expressed about Coorg tribe the Coorg cuisine facing the danger of extinction, maybe in not so distant a future.
Here are some of the photos of the event. For more titbits of the event visit the facebook page or twitter handle of the Times Literature Festival, Bangalore.
‘This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’
In addition to sharing bits and pieces of information about my life on many of the posts here, I have written specific posts covering my personal life. All these have been categorised under 'memoirs' .
May be this is an opportunity to sum up the journey so far. Maybe, I could be revealing some aspects for the first time in a public forum.
I was born in a remote village in Odisha about half a century ago and spent my early childhood there..
Did all schooling and colleging in government schools and colleges at government expenses (was recipient of generous Government scholarships from class IV till Post-Graduation)
In our days, campus placement was unheard of, but I got a campus selection.
(The head of our High School Campus selected me to marry his daughter.)
After remaining an academic topper in all the exams till matriculation, decided to dip the academic graph so that I was able to join Indian Air Force, another childhood fascination. (Maybe to pay back part of the Govt. generosity bestowed on me during student days).
Now that our son has crossed fourteen, he is at par with both the parents and his elder sister to have all the rights in our democratic family where no one imposes anything on another, even though consultations and opinions are actively sought.
While in high school, wanted to become a monk, so ran away from home for a brief period (safely during summer vacation) and stayed in a stranger’s house in Puri near Jagannath Temple.
Spiritual depth came in life after coming in touch with my master Sri Sri Ravi Shankar and his Art of Living in 2001.
After living a vagabond life due to a frequently transferable service, came back to the city of my first love, Bengaluru, in 2011.
In 1996, was bereaved of my mother who was unique, like every one’s mother and in 2008, lost my father – a simple man who never imposed anything on me even in my childhood.
I am a monk who is yet to get his Ferrari – having fun living the contradictions of life – being a mystic and a man of the world at the same time; trying to delve into the depths of spirituality without getting biased or dogmatic towards anything.
In an earlier post Love is in the Air, I attempted to explore various flavours of love. In any kind of relationship, one or more of the flavours would be involved to sustain it.In a broader sense, as prominent spiritual master Sri Sri Ravi Shankar says, “Love is that glue that holds everything together”. Hence love unites, integrates.
Yet, it should not stifle. Even though some kind of interdependence is inherent in Love, it is not true love if it stifles, if it encroaches upon the freedom of another beyond a healthy limit.
Of course we have to consider what kind of love are we talking about? Freedom is inherent in true love. Once you have faith and confidence why would you impose any condition?
Once there is curtailment of freedom, that is the end of love. If one of the parties feels suffocated, then it is not love, but bondage. Bondage and freedom cannot go together.
So, if ever you feel stifled in love, or feel your freedom curtailed, examine. Was it really love? Or, was it bondage, manipulation or an attempt to control masquerading as love?
From a different perspective, let us consider the following. Love is the process of uniting, merging. Two become one. It is true in the case of romantic love, divine love or any other kind of love. A feeling of oneness comes with love. Where does it leave space for freedom. One feels surrendered in love. In another sense, sacrifice becomes natural. In the land of love, freedom is an absolute stranger. A true lover does not seek to free itself of the beloved, neither does he/she would like to possess the other one and bring the other into submission.
Or rather, in a state of love, one simply does not bother about freedom. Love takes care of everything.
As Rumi says:
“Ride on love and don’t worry about the road!
Because the steed of love has the smoothest ride.
It will take you home in a single thrust.
Even though the road is rough.”
Still, if the question of freedom pops up, let us remember with Kahllil Gibran:
“Love possesses not, nor will it be possessed”.
That is the paradox of the state of love – one does not have the apparent freedom, yet it is love that brings the ultimate freedom.
The majestic statue
high on the hill
for a rendezvous
of bliss and innocence.
It is fashionable
To come here
To be selfied and uploaded
And arouse a little jealousy
“Look where we camped last weekend”.
A lone devotee infirm and old
Climbs up panting and chanting
To touch at least some height
Before her death.
Tiny flowers without leaves
Pop up from the hard rock
What a humble offering
To the huge bare Bahubali
Standing tall on the bare hill,
With relics and writings as ambiguous
as his silence!
How do they proclaim peace
in words of war -
The scholars fight it out.
The sun follows us inch by inch
As we limp up slowly
To rise above the world
And its maya.
To associate love with sacrifice is divine. To mix love with pleasure is human. And to make business out of love is American.
According to the Greeting Card Association of America 25% of all cards sent are valentines. Of course, now it is a global trend.
Well, love is in the air. In India it is the Spring season which has been traditionally associated with harvests, festivals, flowering and romance. Then of course, now a days we have caught up fast with this international tradition of celebrating the legacy of St. Valentine.
At this age I cannot join the the young enthusiastic valentine brigade. I cannot ‘beat’ them either by joining the moral brigade in India who are suddenly on a Swadeshi hype. I am still a fence sitter. Maybe, there is no harm in just ruminating a bit on various aspects of love.
Flavours of Love
Love is something that everyone experiences in some form or other. No amount of talk or preaching about love can transfer one’s experience of love to another.
Gurudev Sri Sri Ravi Shankar says, “Love is that glue that holds everything together”. Going by this definition, everything is love, expressed in its various flavors or distortions. No one is devoid of love. Even the so called loner loves his loneliness, disregarding the love poured on him by nature from all sides.
Gurudev also says that the negative emotions like anger, lust etc are distortions of love. Love for the objects becomes greed, love for perfection becomes anger, love for one’s own supremacy becomes jealousy. Taken to extreme, coupled with a sense insecurity, one’s love for one’s religion, race, language etc. may make one a chauvinist, bigot or extremist depending on one’s intensity and stupidity.
Transcending Relative Love
When love is relative, all these flavors and distortions are experienced. Love for parents, love for one’s own children, love for siblings, romantic love etc. are all different flavors of love. Then there is love of the highest order, when all these relative flavors are transcended. That is what Maharshi Narada calls in His Bhakti Sutras parama prema rupa or the ultimate love or the absolute love or bhakti. Bhakti may start as a love for the divine in form or formless. But it flowers to its ultimate state when love remains without its distortions. Then one becomes love and one’s being permeates love.
The Legend of St. Valentine
Somewhat similar to the eastern concept of Bhakti is the Christian concept of ‘Agape’. Four kinds of love are described in the Bible. The lowest being the erotic love (Eros) and the highest being the Agape, exemplified by the love of Jesus Christ to humanity and God. In between are Storge (family love) and Philia (brotherhood or love between co-followers of Jesus) .
Many scholars trace the origin of Valentine’s Day to the ancient pagan ‘fertility’ festival of Rome celebrated on 15 Feb. Later on, along with the people of Rome, the festival too was Christianized and renamed as Valentine’s Day, to commemorate agape. Towards 14th century the term came to be associated with romantic love. Fourteenth Century English Poet Chaucer extended Valentine’s Day beyond human beings, when he wrote:
“For this was on St. Valentine’s Day,
When every fowl cometh there to choose his mate.”
By the way, nothing is known for sure about the St. Valentine- the inspiration for the Valentine’s Day. There are many versions of the legend of St. Valentine. However, according to the majority of scholars and theologians, this day is associated with the St. Valentine who, performed secret marriages in 3rd century Rome against the dictate of the emperor to debar young men from marrying so that they became better soldiers.
The English Church removed the feast Day associated with St. Valentine in 1969 citing his questionable origin.
P.S. – I Love You
This expression is commonly used to express love, particularly in western countries and the westernized in other countries. Even a romantic movie has been made by this name. As we know, P.S is abbreviations of ” Post Script”, written at the end of a letter when someone remembers to have forgotten to write something in the main script.
I wonder what kind of love it is that comes as a post script, some kind of an afterthought. If there is love, it is there at the beginning, in the middle and at the end, it is a continuum. If you love something, you do not make it a side issue or forget it.
Some say, the expression is used to remind the other how much one loves the other. It is like saying – “By the way, do not forget that I love you”. Do real lovers keep on reminding expressly how much they love each other? Like everything else, as we progress in the name of civilization, is love also becoming formal, superficial?