Of the nature of life....

And so it is.....

one more time 

that... 

the weather change brings out the philosopher, the poet, the artist, the melancholia in some of us...

and how wonderful is that!! 

I quite enjoy these trysts with my thoughts...

Sharing one with you all..... 

Every phase in life is fraught with its shares of ups and downs, 

that is what life is all about really.....

While we seldom appreciate the ups we oft allow the downs to overpower our being. 

When faced with such a predicament I am reminded of  the words of the pater, sometimes in a tone somewhat annoyed at my lack of a clear understanding of the inherent 'nature' of life! 

"Praachal, everything in life is transient. After you have spent some precious time sorting it out, don't fret or ponder over it indiscriminately. Just leave everything that is bothering you and concentrate on your work. Whatever it might be, will sort itself out sooner or later. 

And so I have always trudged along......

strongly focused on the tasks at hand and not ever (well almost! never) allowing the downs to take over my thought processes completely... 

Sometimes just sometimes, I must admit even with the awareness that I had what it takes, it did take all that I had....(Feb 17, 2016)

Off with it now I say!

It is that time of the year again when the weather in this part of the world is humid and sultry, extremely sweaty and necessitating a change of clothes at least twice a day (if you want to feel fresh and pleasantly fragrant). I read an article, as I sweated out the morning, on 'bras' and the need to throw them off......and I danced and sang as I had none on to throw off!!

The custom  of wearing the 'bra' it is a 'custom' you know, is something I wondered about as a student of Sociology, college, seeing pictures of Papua New Guineans with no bras at all. 

Do we really need these I had wondered, with the rash I got many a times under my breasts from wearing a bra non-stop (in hot humid conditions) for seven eight hours at a stretch. There is hardly any scope for airing with the kinds of bras we had as teenagers. Support bras our mothers would ask for at the sales counter, not them fancy lacey ones with no support the strong cotton ones with the thick straps to provide good support.I must admit I was thankful because as a school going adolescent I had felt extremely uncomfortable without one of the support bras in school, being the captain of the basketball team and a happy member of all sports activities I surely needed all the support I could get!! 

 I have heard of the cancer connection earlier and am glad I have the guts to go without, even with the D size I am.What is there to be ashamed of? Also under no circumstance should one sleep with a bra on.The only time I do 'need' a bra is when I am on the road (driving or being driven) for reasons of comfort.

I know these discussions make some of us uncomfortable but I am glad that we have reached a stage where we can openly discuss them. It allows for more open discussion on topics one might wonder about but not bother to discuss. And even if there is no open discussion there are many who will benefit from this post itself.

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From left to right: blue, white, red, green and saffron (yellow).

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To learn more question more...!!

To be able to answer the prompt in the given context: "Who should be a teacher" is to first teach our young ones what they should expect of the learning process and from the teacher.

Do we not need to first teach our children to respect a teacher and to understand that a teacher is meant to kindle the fire of learning in you, but the fire is your's to feed!!

Only if we were all to realize this basic fact that Socrates philosophized, learning and teaching would take on its true essence. 

Yes, the consumerist tendencies of the capitalist world somehow dictate the teacher too to be more and more inclined to the monetary gains of the profession but even so, to be able to bring back the altruism in the humane profession it is for us, the learners and the students to bring back the lost glory.

Teachers need to be (re) trained in empathy and the students too need to develop an attitude of                                                                              gratitude.

Taali ek haath se nahin bajati!! 

One can not clap with one hand. Both hands must come together to form a clap!!

  

For the love of pain...

Redefining religion!

Almost....

                                  

                                            you and i 

                                       don't and won't 

                                          and can't

                                    and so one knows

                                yes, it was meant to be...

                                       meant to be 

                                         this way

     

                               if it was meant to be 

                                    any other way

                                 it would have been 

                                        or will be

                                          what is 

                                           is how 

                                   it was meant to be

A stitch in time saves nine!

Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.” – Khalil Gibran

Oft one hears...."Just throw it away, it's broken" 

Aaaah! yes, but I never could, doubt I'll learn to, well, doesn't seem likely anytime soon...just love it too much: fixing broken stuff. As a youngster, it was the TDK tapes with my favourite songs that used to get stuck in the tape recorder (gunjal ho jaati thee) and I just couldn't throw them and lose all those songs, ouch!! Nevaaaah! And so I diligently fixed them with cello tape. And voila! the music, it played again, minus a couple of lines and a distinct sound when the cellotaped portion ran over the tape reader.....My stuff, yes, I like fixing it, it gives me memories and with it, a history. 

Rain....

 

you ask

why it is i come back?

what i would love to know

when it was i ever left

or can i even?

did you?'

can you?'

oh! my darling 

the earth it needs rain...

The lift off...

                                                    

                                                     

 You can actually hear the shattering

I never ever knew!!

well i'll be darned!

well, I'll be darned
being irresponsible enough
wasting the poetry that emanates from some deep recesses in my soul
whence our souls should brush past each other
on some highway
you and I were meant 
to be...
say I not
it's the conversations of the souls
I am the medium that feels these conversations...

...When I'm home...

                                              The Kiss by Rodin.

The Kiss by Rodin is on display at the Musée Rodin in Paris. There are also two replicas. One is on display at the Tate Gallery in London and the other at the NY Carlsberg Glyptotek in Copenhagen.

The accidental flick of the hand against the quivering stomach

yes, 

almost missable...

the rush of emotion that engulfs

the constant sharp desire 

to have your head where your hand just brushed past

love is not so much in the realm of the obvious

but in the strength of the knowing

in the awareness

in the urge to give and receive, 

oh! so strong...

a chaotic yet soothing 

the sense of homecoming.....

 

We have one life to live so much to give and so much to share....

He drew a circle that shut me out-
Heretic , rebel, a thing to flout.
But love and I had the wit to win:
We drew a circle and took him in.

'Outwitted' by Edwin Markham 

Aren't we all fools on the hill trying to derive meaning?

     


                           Growing up in a dynamic household where everything else was drowned in the strains of music...'music' the oasis in the desert...'music' the night replete with stars of an otherwise vacant day.....'music' the soothe-balm to many an agonizing event....the loud chaos of the 'music' on headphones on the walkman, somehow blocking the real chaos outside and offering a peaceful retreat......yes, thanks are due, to parents who made available the means to keep sanity in the midst of the madness that is popularly  known as, growing up.

Over the years the flow and ebb of life take precedence and one moves on from ashram to ashram (stages of life: refer Notes), learning,  stumbling, growing,  learning some more. People come and people go and some people and memories just stay forever. Dear reader, I am certain that you too like me, believe that people and events happen to you to teach you important aspects of life and to rekindle your interest in subjects you might have forgotten existed in you. In that, each encounter in life is a learning process.....you cry you learn, you bleed you learn....Once I am aware of this reality, life becomes a joy to surrender to, in all its wonders.

Here's one I love : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GFW-WfuX2Dk

And so it is that circumstances allow such an exploration of the self. My father says that we must be open to experience, whatever be the challenge life throws at us, with elan and strength and go away from each/any situation having made the most of it, in that I learnt early, to learn something of value from even the most adverse situations I found myself in. No point crying and fretting about things I can not change, so I strive to make the best of what I can from the situation. On many such occasions, it was M.S.Subbulakshmi that I heard in that walkman :) (How deeply indebted am I, of being part of this vastly magical Indian civilisation that has allowed me to have been touched by her divinity so early in life, and through her singing, of an understanding of life itself). Today, I share her divine voice with you, it is almost as if I share a deep secret with you :) but I am happy to do so, in the hope that you too, my dear reader, develop/ rekindle your interest in meaning in the chaos, heaven knows the world needs it today. 

Bhaja Govindam by Subbulakshmi:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D8slUawzmPc

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Amongst the many genres of music one picked up, the above bhajan (hymn) in Carnatic paddhati (method) was and continues to be one of my many favourites of M.S. Subbulakshmi.

 This bhajan Bhaja Govindam is a collection of  ~thirty-one verses. It is a fantastic insight into Hinduism from one of the spiritual giants of Hinduism Adi Shankaracharya. Here is a picture  of Adi Shankaracharya from a  wall in my home. Many an evening I have sat just staring at this painting from the Ravi Verma press, just gaining, I do not know what, from it. But, it is part of my being.

The above beautiful image of a guru with his disciples belongs to the 8th century. It was then that India was in the midst of  the chaos that pervaded all through, in matters of religion and philosophy, the social order and the economy of feudalism. There were close to seventy-two sects in constant conflict. The caste system which had been at its peak. Basically, a rapid disintegration of all that a society holds dear and of value was on the rise. It was in this backdrop that the philosopher and theologian Adi Shankara wrote copious commentaries on the Vedic canon, the Brahma Sutras, the Principal Upanishads and also the Bhagwad Gita. He was also the one who explained the key difference between Hinduism and Buddhism, in that Hinduism asserts  that the "Atman: Soul, Self: exists", while Buddhism asserts that there is "no Soul, no Self". Incidentally, this was the same stage of my very favourite period of the Bhakti and Sufi movements. More on that later. Oh! Joy! 

So, the popular story about how Adi came upon composing the verses, so beautifully rendered by M.S. Ssubbulakshmi, the Bhaja Govindam, is that when he was on one of his wanderings in Varanasi, he came across  an aged scholar reciting the rules of Sanskrit grammar repeatedly on the street to earn more money from any students who would be interested in learning it. On watching this, Adi Shankaracharya in anger went up to the scholar and advised him not to waste his time on "Drukrukarane", rules of grammar, at his age, but to turn his mind to God in worship and adoration which alone would  save him from this vicious cycle of life and death and not the money earned through the teaching of the rules of grammar. The bhajan "Bhaja Govindam" is said to have been composed on this occasion.

In the next post, if you will permit me, I will try to partake with you, some of the verses, especially one from the Bhagwadgita from this Bhaja Govindam bhajan that I like, and their meaning, as I see it, but till then, let me just put here for you, my dear reader, the first verse, the chorus, and it's understanding, which is this. Please read it in the light of the above-mentioned story.

Lift the heart up to Govinda, lift the heart up to Govinda,

Lift the heart up to Govinda, O foolish mind!

The rules of grammar which you are trying to master will be of no avail when the appointed time arrives.

( Interpretation: Govinda, or Krishna, the avatar of Vishnu, here being the spirit as opposed to the material body, rules of grammar being material pursuits )

It is quite relevant, just this chorus. How easy it is for us humans to get lost in the nitty-gritty of day to day life and just stay lost in them forever without once stopping to think about what the deeper meaning of the life that we have been gifted with, is. 

And so what is this so-called meaning of life that has been bestowed upon us?

In it's most simplistic understanding, the meaning is to be derived from an understanding
of the Self. Who am I and what it is that brings me happiness? Shankara proposed that lasting happiness that humans seek lies within and not out there in the world. No amount of worldly knowledge, referred to by Shankara as grammar-rules, gives us sustainable joy. True happiness comes when we are able to rise above our little selves and our egos to a higher level of awareness. For me, the higher level of awareness comes through a feeling of the world in its totality. Of the acceptance of the way things just are.

It is believed that when the ‘appointed time’, death, stares us in the face, the only things we are able to carry forward with us are our spiritual assets. We are unable to take the wealth we worked so hard to accumulate, the relationships we developed or the ‘grammar rules’, worldly knowledge, we have assimilated through the course of our lives. 

Even so, in my understanding, one must realise that an attention on the self, does not in any way mean we have to stop what we are doing and give it all up. What Shankara means is that wherever we are, whatever we are doing, the focus must be on improving ourselves, in controlling our desires when they prove to be hindering self-development   and moving towards the ultimate goal of self-realization. Utilizing our talents to improve ourselves.

Shankara refers to humans as moodha matey (foolish brained/ fools). He calls the human existence foolish for focusing on the transient, on the temporary aspects of life, while completely missing out on the permanent factor, (for Shankara, it is) Govinda, the self in our lives. According to Shankara in their short-sightedness, humans tend to choose the trappings of immediate pleasure over long-term satisfaction. 

Another one I love : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t8NK70cm-9k

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Therefore Shankara asks us to invest in ourselves, simplistically putting it, urging us to not only build a healthy bank balance but to create spiritual assets that we can carry forward with us. Lead our lives in such a manner wholistically. It implies in day to day living that we look not only at taste fulfillment but nutritious eating, not looking at short-term gains but long-term fulfilling relationships, looking at creating happier healthier generations rather than insecure individuals. 

And I end here, with the thought that I think that I would not fully endorse the view of Shankara about human relationships ......He says that we are unable to take the wealth we worked so hard to accumulate, the relationships we developed or the ‘grammar rules’, worldly knowledge, we have assimilated through the course of our lives.......as I am also a strong believer in human relationships as being more than just mere physical connections. A meaningful connection to my "self" for me requires a connection with others in my life. I think this thought needs more analysis and I hope to do that analysis at some point. 

Until next time then, my dear readers......it's been a somewhat heavy post!! :) 

Notes:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ashrama_(stage)
Pictures courtesy the internet.

On Yoga

First off I am not a huge expert on Yoga, just a practitioner and someone who has experienced the benefits of following most of, or at least most of, the 8 aspects of Patanjali Yoga. Asanas being one of the 8 disciplines within yoga. Yoga is actually “Yog” a way of being, of achieving the highest in self awareness and self perfection. Simplistically put Yog is a totality of 1.social behavior , 2.inner discipline, 3.body postures that are not simply postures but a careful mind-body balance act, 4.breathing techniques, 5.control of the five senses, 6.focus or concentration, 7.meditation and finally 8.Samadhi which is the state of egolessness, of bliss. Yoga philosophy encompasses the merging of many many many things. For instance, the dualities of material versus cosmic (purush-prakriti), of the ‘gunas’=innate tendencies of humans It is too deep a subject actually. A good study would need a lifetime. Also, the vast country that India is most of our Again, I am not an expert but to my knowledge Patanjali ( From early AD/ 2000years ago) Yoga is the main source of Modern Yoga as we are (very briefly, tip of the iceberg kinds)  familiar with it. It has been studied and propagated in different forms by many different scholars. Tirumalai Krishnamacharya (1888-1989)  for one, yes, he is referred to as Father of Modern Yoga sometimes (though if you ask the majority of Indians will never have heard of him or Taimni) Another person who was in North India was I.K.Taimini (1898-1978) He too interpreted Patanjali’s Yoga.  (Side Note: South of India has more of a tendency towards scholarly endeavours as compared to North India that too has reasons in history. North was always fighting the onslaughts from the Himalayan side whereas our Dravidian belt was cut off from the North by the Vindhyachal ranges and had more to do with pursuits of research and study.Ok: digression end) Now, why I mention the two scholars (I have read neither and am sure there are many more) their interpretation of Patanjalis Yoga Sutras will be very different based on their experiences with it. B.K.S.Iyengar (1918-2014) was related to Tirumalai Krishnamacharya and was briefly his student. Now the thing is that even Krishnamacharya changed the postures to suit individual needs, as I said there are many many factors, based on a body’s doshas, gunas, prakriti etc…an individual manifestation of any given asana will differ. Also, please know that there are layers and layers of work that is needed to get to the so called difficult asanas. Basic ones can be done by almost all but the ones that seem very tough need just that, a tough mind and a tough mental determination. So why are they so tough and like the ‘mallakhambh’ which is a sport actually. You see, many a times men would congregate at the mallakhambh (a place to practice the pole excercises) and there it would be convenient to teach the Yoga asanas also, both the mallakhambh and yog needing strength of both body and mind. But, honestly I doubt if the Iyenger yoga was developed for the boys at the mallakhambhs. The toughness of the asanas would surely be more to do with mind games than anything else. Pushing oneself to run and think being comparable…….Brings us to the question…Is it for tough people not satisfied with the simple asanas…not so simplistic as all that I would think….It is not so much for tough people more the tough minds as the complicated asanas, teach the doer the finer tunings of the body, brings one closer to creation and an understanding of meaning of being, simplistically put help give the practitioner a deeper lesson in patience, an insight into what the Gita syas..…karmanye vaadhikaaraste…ma phaleshu kadachanah….keep at the work in the right manner…following the correct principles (breath is essential part of the asanas)….. do not work for the results, for the tougher asanas…just concentrating on the moment with the simultaneous  awareness of the journey, the path to reach the final pose (the goal) and stay in it and in doing so savour the path too. It’s an understanding of life and beyond, that's 'yog' or yoga as it is popularly called,…..and as I said we are still at the tip of the iceberg. 

Making happy happen....

My very dearest of friends and family. I have a confession to make! Hahahahaha! now I got your attention!! Eh? Well, nothing too dramatic, nor too scandalous (tho knowing the Saggi in me, most of you jumped to that conclusion, I am certain hahahaha!!). So, what I wanted to confess was that it is not that I am always happy and partying, nor am I at picnics or vacations everyday. It just 'appears' to be so. Why you ask me? Why do I do it? I'll tell you why, it's because I learnt early in life from a fabulous man in my life, my father, that one of the most important things to keep happy in life is to train one's mind to be "santosh" , "satisfied", "There is no end to wanting he says, where do you stop?". Hmmmm, it is easy to use these words papa, I said to myself. How does one make these words happen then? My father uses his work as his mainstay, his focal point, his most cherished moments of the day are when he is deeply engrossed in Physics and music. (He just had his latest co-authored paper published in Science Direct! Bravo, papa!) Yes, so how do I make my happy happen, everyday, day after day...I do it like this. I relive my happy. I revisit my vacation that I had a month back and the happiness comes flooding back. I relive cherished moments with friends till the next moments fall into my lap, I recall the sadness that was in me when I did not have what gives me joy in this moment...It is all a conscious effort at "being". The Lord has been kind to us humans and given us the power to remember and recall and rejoice in our joys of the past. Even as we all have our own ways to deal with things/ life/issues/work/deadlines/ health I cope like this.Yes, happiness, vacation, picnic, beauty..... is indeed a 'state of mind'.It is posting old pictures that made you happy, moments that fired your imagination, days that made you want to sing....and that my darling friends is my confession. ( Post Script: I too am working hard each day at my work and my home and my health, dealing, coping, and...and....and....yet, it appears that I am partying....well, maybe I am, then again maybe I'm not!! Hahahahaha!! Gotchya!!) Yes, everybody hurts...I got my share too....but let's all try be happy shall we, there's enough sadness to go around without me adding to it....... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ijZRCIrTgQc

I am responsible for my rose.....

"Who is in the house of my heart", I cried in the middle of the night.
Love said, 
"It is I,but what are all these images that fill your house?"
I said, "they are the reflection of Your beautiful Face".
Love asked,
"But what is this image full of pain?"
I said, "it is me lost in the sorrows of life"
and showed Love my soul full of wounds.
Love offered me one end of a thread and said:
"Take it so I can pull you back,but do not break the delicate string".
I reached towards it but Love struck my hand.
I asked,
"why the harshness?"
Love said,
"To remind you that whoever comes to Love's holy space proud and full of himself, will be sent away....Look at Love with the eyes of your heart."
Rumi

And how it comes to in life that what one reads and understands and feels at different points in one's life all collapses as one:

"Goodbye," said the fox. "And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: 

It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye."

"What is essential is invisible to the eye," the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.

"It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important."

"It is the time I have wasted for my rose--" said the little prince, so that he would be sure to remember.

"Men have forgotten this truth," said the fox. "But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed. You are responsible for your rose."

~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince