Saturday, December 11, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Be sweet to the one you hate
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Return of Paradise
The shadow of the woods, Nature's beauty
Take away this world of concrete and cruelty
The satire of modernism & urban vanity
Return Oh lord, the loving heart
Faith in empathy & compassion
Take away this meaningless, maddening life
The fire of wealth & self-destroying emotion
Oh Lord, the Universe is your eternal playground
Where goes on the cycle of creation & destruction
No flaw, no pause to be ever found
Have You lost Yourself in Your own passion?
Often I ask myself this question in moments silent
Oh Lord Almighty the Omnipotent
the Omnipresent
the Omniscient
Friday, October 15, 2010
Madhurashtakam - Composed by Vallabhaacharya
Adharam madhuram vadanam madhuram
nayanam madhuram hasitam madhuram
hridayam madhuram gamanam madhuram
Mathura dhipate rakhilam madhuram
Vachanam madhuram charitam madhuram
vasanam madhuram valitam madhuram
chalitam madhuram bhramitam madhuram
Mathura dhipate rakhilam madhuram
Venur madhuro renur madhurah
paanir madhurah padau madhurah
nrityam madhuram sakhyam madhuram
Mathura dhipate rakhilam madhuram
Gitam madhuram pitam madhuram
bhuktam madhuram suptam madhuram
rupam madhuram tilakam madhuram
Mathura dhipate rakhilam madhuram
Karanam madhuram taranam madhuram
haranam madhuram smaranam madhuram
vamitam madhuram samitam madhuram
Mathura dhipate rakhilam madhuram
Gumja madhurah maya madhurah
yamuna madhurah vici madhurah
salilam madhuram kamalam madhuram
Mathura dhipate rakhilam madhuram
Gopi madhurah lila madhurah
yuktam madhuram bhuktam madhuram
drishtam madhuram sishtam madhuram
Mathura dhipate rakhilam madhuram
Gopa madhurah gavo madhurah
yashtir madhurah srishtir madhurah
dalitam madhuram phalitam madhuram
Mathura dhipate rakhilam madhuram
Translation
Sweet are Your lips, sweet is Your face, sweet are Your eyes, sweet is Your smile, sweet is Your heart, sweet is Your gait, O Lord of Mathura, everything about You is sweet
Sweet are Your words, sweet is Your story, sweet are Your garments, sweet is Your presence, sweet are Your movements, sweet are Your roamings, O Lord of Mathura, everything about You is sweet
Sweet is Your flute, sweet is the dust of Your feet, sweet are Your hands, sweet are Your feet, sweet is Your dance, sweet is Your friendship, O Lord of Mathura, everything about You is sweet.
Sweet is Your song, what is drunk by You is sweet, what is eaten by You is sweet, and sweet is Your sleep. Sweet is Your form, sweet is the mark on Your forehead, O Lord of Mathura, everything about You is sweet
Sweet are Your works, sweet is Your conquest, sweet is Your theft, sweet is Your remembrance, sweet are Your offerings, sweet is Your cure, O Lord of Mathura, everything about You is sweet.
Sweet is Your murmuring, sweet is Your garland, sweet is the Yamuna River, sweet are the waves, sweet is the water, sweet is the lotus flower, O Lord of Mathura, everything about You is sweet
Sweet are the Gopis, sweet is Your divine sporting, sweet is Your union, sweet are Your experiences, what You behold is sweet, sweet are Your left overs, O Lord of Mathura, everything about You is sweet
Sweet are the Gopas, sweet are the cows, sweet are the pearls around Your neck, sweet is Your creation, sweet are Your victories, sweet are Your jokes, O Lord of Mathura, everything about You is sweet
A Prayer
All what is obsolete, corrupted, ploy
Let them be dwindled from my memory
Ushering in fresh breath
Making life new, magnificent and merry
Oh Almighty!
May new bliss enchanting peace and prayer
Purify lives with holy flare
If truth is eternal infinite
Ages old but ever-virgin
Undefeated it only knows to win
Oh Almighty!
From Atom to Matter
From Matter to Cosmic Mind
Cosmic Mind to Entity Greater
Final Refuge in the Divine
Oh Almighty!
My only prayer Oh Almighty
Lead me from impurity to purity
From ignorance to wisdom
From mortality to immortality
Binary Numbers - Genesis
Non-Hindus think, hinduism propagates indolatry, but few know vedas were the foremost to propagate the idea of a formless God. All with forms are considered lesser gods or demi gods which are mostly natural forces like sun, moon, wind, water, sea etc, but the supreme god has no form. Later on they developed idolatry & forms. This was meant for less educated people as giving high end info to under educated ppl might prove dangerous as we can see from christianity & islam & now in hinduism to some extent.
As we say in security services, classified or confidential information, some information are always to be filtered before making them public, so is applicable in case of knowledge about God. In gospel of judas even jesus said this, so did ramakrishna paramhansa dev; and in ancient india vedas were restricted only to the intellectuals who in turn would teach the lesser individuals or else knowledge would be misused as fanaticism
The ultimate or supreme truth is formless god or in todays IT terms we can say GOD.0 and the filetered information downloaded to the less educated (intellectual) people is the God with form i.e GOD.1.
Satisfaction is Death
Fire from Eden
With my breath caught up
An engulfing fire around
Burns in brilliance without heat
A voice screams from behind the fire
"Are you playing your part?"
I stood without a word ashamed
The fire trailed back leaving me in pitch dark
I heard the world calling my name
Trance of sleep fading away
Flesh golden with sweat
A dark patch announcing I have been burnt
A symbol for manking for not playing its part
I have no relief untill I finish my journey
An Unfinished (Love ??) Story
Vedas Zindaabad - What Paul failed to answer
New Age Cinderellas’
TAGORE'S 'PRAN' - SPRING OF LIFE - A TRANSLATION BY KUHU
Thru each of my nerves and veins
The life that vibrates day and nite
That life marathoning to win the world
Enchanted in rhythm, pace & flight
Dancing around the world quietly
Touching every element of earthy Mother
Spreading joy among unlimited flora
Blossoming across alluring leaves and flower
Eclectic whirling in the sea of life & death
Swinging in endless high and low eddy
Educing caress of that amaranthine Life
Has enriched every inch of my anatomy
That immense throbbing of time over time
Cruising through my pulse in jiving rhyme
The Son of God
A TRIBUTE TO THOUGHTS
I was conceived before you were born
I will live even when you are gone
You came into being as I was thought of
Your life is moments of me threaded on
I am stronger than iron and lead
I bend great minds and rule the head
In spite of that I am soft as feather touch
I disappear as those moments’ fade
I travel faster than light
I am your life’s worthy might
Still I slog as a moving snail
As I lose track of my flight
I colour you with VIBGYORs
I turn you to black, grey and white
I am the reason you be happy
I am the flaw that you lose insight
I break all boundaries and walls
Still I get bound in the shells of tears
I make kingdoms and reign high
I make the son of Adam fear
I am beyond material world
But I am the fruit of material mind
I am the one born in earth
But I serve as your soul’s guide
All allegories begin and end in me
I am the master and the slave of humanity
The one who learns me call me Thoughts. . .
I am your earth born divine entity.
An Ode to Love
Friends Lost
Playing ringa roses in the garden of Eden
Innocence fragranced sweet grasses
As they run around the wet greenness of heaven
An ancient serpent sleeping in the woods
Woke up hearing child giggles & plays
The sudden awakening garnished his anger
Which it had as the children came Eden ways.
Took a charming fruit from the blessed garden
The serpent polished it with its vent
Went to the children with a poised smile
Tempted an offer to the innocents
Alas! Parasdise lost as Milton said
So I shall not waste anymore time
The story goes on till date
A lost effort to find friends in rhyme.
Another Fairy Tale
A Journey Backwards
A distant dream woke me up
While resting in eternal bed
A call to revisit the world once
Where I got a River’s history created
Long ago I would say
Like a fairy tale it has been
Breathing in the fresh breeze
When I was an earthen king
Swam across the sea coast
I reached the burning sand
The heat melted my feet
As I faced the timeless Sun
A curse I remember spilling out
As my toes used to touch the heated rocks
Now it feels like a mother’s wrath
A bliss as the child evolves
I walked towards the marshy fields
Saw the old green patches
Remember the children hanging from trees
And running through the wet grasses
Saw the golden grains waving as old
Smiled the peasants to their faithful friend
Women carrying my water in pots
Their lives’ thirst I quenched
A few more steps I took
Surprised! I have reached a waterfall
Oh! My ancient brain mistook
It is a dam as the urbanites call
I looked at myself with wide eyes
How urbanism got me tied
The one who feeds mankind
The one who is nature’s beloved
I carried on along my rich banks
Saw a potter making his craft with my bliss
A fisherman with his booty filled
Boats sail in my arms unleashed
The climb goes on to the foothills
I bumped on the crowded pebbles
The Olympic jump I gave once
Not recorded in Guinness’s tables
I started running through the evergreens
Saw the wilds bathing in me
The marine life dance in thanksgiving
Their life giver I have been
Further I walked up
And was turning glacial white
Shivering in the mountain winds
Here starts my icy flight
I carried on my upward journey
The mortals seemed to fade
The monks & alpine welcomed me
In a world away from life & dead
At last I reached the finesse
Came to an end my life’s marathon
In the lap of the snowy giant
Mother’s womb from where I was awaken
The wise call it knowledge & philosophy
Breathe taking journey to be achieved
Emotions & learning’s gaining all the way
Making all the way vivid
But as I made my return journey
I felt an ocean’s difference
Nothing to be kept in store for after-life
A walk of delights & endurance
No mortal learning helps immortality
No worldly experience as well
Life is for few words of prayer
And moments in search of the grail
All journey, all lessons
Go for waste if not known
Who we came from & whom we will go to
Whom we have in us sown
Ode To A River
Gave way to a Rushing might
The new born with energy bright
Started the course of Teesta’s flight
The narrow one fighting the boulders
Breaking rocks carrying them on shoulders
Making its way through hills and valleys
Cutting the edges stunning beholders
Run run Mylady run
Flying from cliffs in pools to plunge
Your waves waltz in royal fun
Her highness steps in new indulge
Plains welcome the Teesta blues
Wider and wider it spreads its wings
Golden fields smile at her
Green Monsoon floods it brings
The water greys from its aged plight
Clays fall out on the riversides
Eating up the land it once fed
The queen’s bed slowly subside
Alas comes the time to merge
A time to unite with the sacred Rhine
Neither death nor the end
A new journey to the Infinite
A Loner's Story
A Loner’s Story
Friends all over,
Not a single moment to spare
Thought myself to be fortunate
Blessed with people who care.
A sickness yelled
Pain unraveled
Rushed for rescue
Destiny seemed like hell
Healer’s hands touched
Gave comfort relieved pain
Laid alone in sick bed
Awaiting sweet wishes from friends
Not a single friend called
No one seem to bother
A distant soul caught in grief
No one seem to remember
Lesson learnt out of pain
We are all loners
The only one who cares
Is our self and no one.
Soham - I am the One
The twinkling diamonds make me lust
What a might that did such a task
Embracing the future, present and past.
I look around and see live gods
Forgotten they are the lord
Who gave birth to the ‘Beginning!’
Created the Cosmos against all odds
Locked as demurred slaves
We measure sorrows and happiness
The spirit of creation separated
The soul cries out from shackles of darkness
Then the Guru spoke the divine words
Freed from ignorance the mind ignites
The enlightened soul knowing thyself
Traces its way back to the Infinite
Carthage
The great architects lost in mystery
Dido dreamt a kingdom of her own
When her King left for eternity
A city built to modernity’s envy
Carthage flaunted in crowning glory
Calming the blues they became trade kings
Dared to step into Roman territory
The ancient Lion got awaken
And Put its paw back on coasts
The Phoenician chief sweared to tame
Crossed the Alps to Roman hosts
Fate had another story to write
Punic War as it was called
So Mother Carthage called him back
To fend the borders from Roman wrath
The city burnt and people killed
As Roman soldiers marched past in
So they thought Carthage ended
When history lay buried in Phoenician ruin.
Forever
Don’t look for me with your mortal eyes
You will never find the answer
Sense my fragrance every moment
And we will always be together
For we are creatures of ether
Belonging to each other
Forever Forever
The winds chant our lyrics
Like songs of the bird of Kazakoo
Breathe in their sweet freshness
And I will be with You
For we are creatures of ether
Belonging to each other
Forever Forever
The sunflower wakes it petals
Longing for the smile of the sun
So we as restless mortals
Crave for the divine union
For we are creatures of ether
Belonging to each other
Forever Forever
The world mourns in pain
When loved ones exist no longer
We dance in cosmic symphony
Even death cannot shed our tears
For we are creatures of ether
Belonging to each other
Forever Forever
The sense of belonging
Dawned our souls
Knowledge of eternity
Freed us from life’s scrolls
So we find our way back to ether
Dissolving in our ageless lover
Forever Forever
Memoirs of Kanchendzonga - Pelling
Memories archived in the ranges of Kanchendzonga,
Scenery dreamt as a child,
The snow canvas, dazzling from the rising sun,
Mother Nature painted wild.
People come from near and far
Climbing heights and crossing bars
Get a glimpse of the Masterpiece
Crafted high with golden ice
Clouds shield the Himalayan giants
As the Morning Sun glorifies,
Hiding behind the mystic treasure,
Secret of Ages, Domain of the Wise.
The sunken Sun calls off the light,
Grey curtain unfolds on all sides,
The eastern sky awaits a new day,
For God's Artwork to shine all new bright.
As My Lord Vivekananda Spake
Buddha was the one man who carried the teaching of Karma Yoga into perfect practice. ... He is the only prophet who said, "I do not care to know your various theories about God. What is the use of discussing all the subtle doctrines about the soul? Do good and be good. And this will take you to freedom and to whatever truth there is."
All ideas of making the world perfectly happy may be good as motive powers for fanatics, but we must know that fanaticism brings forth as much evil as good. The Karma Yogi asks why you require any motive for work other than the inborn love of freedom. Be beyond the common worldly motives.
In spite of the incurable differences of pleasure and pain, there has also been the struggle to alleviate them. Every period of history has given birth to thousands of men and women who have worked hard to smooth the passage of life for others. And how far have they succeeded? We can only play at driving the ball from one place to another. We take away pain from the physical plane, and it goes to the mental one. It is like that picture in Dante's hell where the misers were given a mass of gold to roll up a hill. Every time they rolled it up a little, it again rolled down. All our talks about the millennium are very nice as school-boys' stories, but they are no better than that. All nations that dream of the millennium also think that, of all peoples in the world, they will have the best of it then for themselves. This is the wonderfully unselfish idea of the millennium! Can any permanent happiness be given to the world? In the ocean we cannot raise a wave without causing a hollow somewhere else. The sum total of the good things in the world has been the same throughout in its relation to the human need and greed. It cannot be increased or decreased. Take the history of the human race as we know it today. Do we not find the same miseries and the same happiness, the same pleasures and pains, the same differences in their positions? Are not some rich, some poor, some high, some low, some healthy, some unhealthy? All this was just the same with the Egyptians, the Greeks, and the Romans in ancient times as it is with the Americans today. So far as history is known, it has always been the same everywhere.
Think always, "I am ever-pure, ever-knowing, and ever-free. How can I do anything evil? Like ordinary people, can I ever be fooled with the insignificant charms of lust and wealth?" Strengthen the mind with such thoughts. This will surely bring real good.
Can we do good to the world? In an absolute sense, no; in a relative sense, yes. No permanent or everlasting good can be done to the world; if it could be done, the world would not be this world. We may satisfy the hunger of a man, but he will be hungry again. Every pleasure may be seen to be momentary. No one can permanently cure this ever-recurring fever of pleasure and pain.
La Storia di Leonardo
Many have made a trade of delusions
and false miracles, deceiving the stupid multitude.
—LEONARDO DA VINCI
Blinding ignorance does mislead us.
O! Wretched mortals, open your eyes!
—LEONARDO DA VINCI
Nothing in Christianity is original. The pre-Christian God Mithras—called the Son of God and the Light of the World—was born on December 25, died, was buried in a rock tomb, and then resurrected in three days. By the way, December 25 is also the birthday of Osiris, Adonis, and Dionysus. The newborn Krishna was presented with gold, frankincense, and myrrh. Even Christianity's weekly holy day was stolen from the pagans."
Christianity honored the Jewish Sabbath of Saturday, but Constantine shifted it to coincide with the pagan's veneration day of the sun. To this day, most churchgoers attend services on Sunday morning with no idea that they are there on account of the pagan sun god's weekly tribute—Sunday.
During this fusion of religions, Constantine needed to strengthen the new Christian tradition, and held a famous ecumenical gathering known as the Council of Nicaea. At this gathering, many aspects of Christianity were debated and voted upon—the date of Easter, the role of the bishops, the administration of sacraments, and, of course, the divinity
of Jesus. Until that moment in history, Jesus was viewed by His followers as a mortal prophet... a great and powerful man, but a man nonetheless. A mortal. The Son of God was officially proposed and voted on by the Council of Nicaea. Nonetheless, establishing Christ's divinity was critical to the further unification of the Roman empire and to the new Vatican power base. By officially endorsing Jesus as the Son of God, Constantine turned Jesus into a deity who existed beyond the scope of the human world, an entity whose power was unchallengeable. This not only precluded further pagan challenges to Christianity, but now the followers of Christ were able to redeem themselves only via the established sacred channel—the Roman Catholic Church. It was all about power, Christ as Messiah was critical to the functioning of Church and state. Many scholars claim that the early Church literally stole Jesus from His original followers, hijacking His human message, shrouding it in an impenetrable cloak of divinity, and using it to expand their own power.
However Constatine’s underhanded political maneuvers don't diminish the majesty of Christ's life. Nobody is saying Christ was a fraud, or denying that He walked the earth and inspired millions to better lives. It is just that Constantine took advantage of Christ's substantial influence and importance. And in doing so, he shaped the face of Christianity as we know it today.
The twist is this, because Constantine upgraded Jesus' status almost four centuries after Jesus' death, thousands of documents already existed chronicling His life as a mortal man. To rewrite the history books, Constantine knew he would need a bold stroke. From this sprang the most profound moment in Christian history. Constantine commissioned and financed a new Bible, which omitted those gospels that spoke of Christ's human traits and embellished those gospels that made Him godlike. The earlier gospels were outlawed, gathered up, and burned. Anyone who chose the forbidden gospels over Constantine's version was deemed a heretic. The word heretic derives from that moment in history. The Latin word haereticus means 'choice.' Those who 'chose' the original history of Christ were the world's first heretics. The modern Bible was compiled and edited by men who possessed a political agenda—to promote the divinity of the man Jesus Christ and use His influence to solidify their own power base."
The sacred feminine and the goddess, which of course has now been lost, virtually eliminated by the Church. The power of the female and her ability to produce life was once very sacred, but it posed a threat to the rise of the predominantly male Church, and so the sacred feminine was demonized and called unclean. It was man, not God, who created the concept of 'original sin,' whereby Eve tasted of the apple and caused the downfall of the human race. Woman, once the sacred giver of life, was now the enemy. Childbirth was mystical and powerful. Sadly, Christian philosophy decided to embezzle the female's creative power by ignoring biological truth and making man the Creator. Genesis tells us that Eve was created from Adam's rib. Woman became an offshoot of man. And a sinful one at that. Genesis was the beginning of the end for the goddess. Church had subjugated women, banished the Goddess, burned nonbelievers, and forbidden the pagan reverence for the sacred feminine.
Jesus was the original feminist even the altered Gospels in the modern day Bible cannot deny that although the treatment and position of women has been altogether opposite to what was intended by Jesus.
“What is history, but a fable agreed upon?” Napoleon. The same can be asid about the Bible – a fable agreed upon the points by Constantine & the power monger Catholic church. The church’s story is not the greatest story ever told but the greatest lie ever sold.
Smoking IS Injurious 2 Health
They found many genetic changes that stop when a smoker quits, but found several genes that stay turned on for years, including several not previously linked with tobacco use.
"These irreversible changes may account for the persistent lung cancer risk despite smoking cessation," the researchers wrote in their report, published in BioMed Central journal BMC Genomics.
In any cell, only about one-fifth of the genes are switched on at any given time.
Raj Chari of the British Columbia Cancer Research Centre in Vancouver and colleagues took tissue samples from 20 smokers and former smokers and compared their gene activity to one another and to the genes of four people who had never smoked. They found some DNA repair genes were turned off in smokers and stayed off in the former smokers. Damage to the DNA is one of the main causes of cancer. One gene that was switched on in smokers and former smokers was CABYR, a gene involved in helping sperm to swim.
It may also help other types of cells move. For instance, cells in the airways may be helped to move their tail-like cilia to push mucus along. And it has been associated with brain tumours. Another gene that was switched on in smokers but not in people who had never smoked was called ENTPD8. It appears to play a role in damaging DNA.
Other genetic changes seen in smokers appeared to reverse themselves a year or more later in the former smokers. Some were involved in helping cells in the airways repair and regenerate.
Outer Wisdom
Let your life be as deep as the ocean, but let it also be as wide as the sky.
It has been a long time since I have been losing interest in what I am doing as I have been thinking all the worldly knowledge I acquire is worthless when it come to liberation of the soul. But as usual my spiritual Guru’s writing solved the problem once again.
As the above mentioned line well explains how our inner life should have deep spiritual knowledge but our outer life again should be well equipped not only with the knowledge required for our survival but about other fields of wisdom and knowledge of this world. It would make the outer side of our life as wide as the sky giving us a better understanding of human character and the world thereof. Hence we should in no way ignore our daily activities as trivial things. Such things make us survive and our survival is critical for our liberation. Also such knowledge gives us better command over what we do and make good teacher out of us. The various fields of knowledge keep lesser room for negative thoughts and hence make us better human beings.
To be a complete human hence we will have to strengthen our roots on both sides. As we could see with all great spiritual leaders this is the truth. I will take the example of my spiritual guru Swami Vivekananda – the immense knowledge he had in various fields was incomparable. To make people understand our point we will have to speak their business language and get into their mind set. Without knowledge about various fields the task would be a difficult one. Even if we do not know anything about a specific field just showing mere interest in it would serve our purpose to a great extent. Hence a learning attitude towards our own work and also others’ would only help us take a big leap forward.
Last but not the least whatever we do there should be honesty in it, we should be doing it from our heart then only we will excel in it.
However we should keep one thing in our mind that it is for our survival and survival of the world thereof. Liberation can be attained by inner wisdom.
Thanks to my Lord and to my Guru.