Wednesday, March 29, 2006


Music, Dance...

Music, dance, painting or any creative forms comes from one's heart...All these creative
forms in its purest, are mediums of realization of who we are...Dance can just be movement
of body, confining to some rules with a song in background...That is just the mechanics of dancing.Rules are just some generalization...Following all the rules, will not make a good dance...Rules are for the beginners...A mature dancer will not remember any rules...she will just dance ...It will flow out of her, because true dancing comes from the depths of heart, when each and every atom in him is dancing in absolute sync...If a dancer is truely dancing, the person will be in bliss...Her mind and body will be in tune...The objective of the dancing will not be to please the audience and get applaud from them or to get some awards,or for any selfish purpose...But will be an offering to the God inside...If the spectator can also be in tune with the dance, it will take him also to the same bliss..He will also be taken to the core of his being...Thats why, music,dance or any forms of creativity in its purest form can be so enjoyble, so blissful....

Thursday, February 09, 2006

A scene which poked my depth

Today morning I did my meditation session to keep my balance. But while I was driving to office, I happen to see a terrible experience which threw me completely out of balance. The scene made me question the root of my meditation practices itself. Let me narrate the scene.

When I just entered the Sangam Bridge, I noticed somebody lying on the rails of the bridge close to the other end. I thought it may be some drunkard, who has lost his balance. But when I reached near to him, I saw a fully naked, dark male, with brown hairs, lying on the ground, close to the railings. He was trying hard to cling to the railings even though I didn’t understand his actual intentions. This was one of the most pathetic situations, I have ever seen of a human being. I lost my mental balance which I was trying to achieve from morning. Bike's accelerator was released and I felt like losing energy. I just thought what I can do in such a situation. Not able to find a proper one, I just prayed from my heart for him till I reached the office. I am not sure, whether my mind was finding an excuse or was there anything I could have done at that point.

A Wish ...

I wish I could drop all the baggage on my back oneday and take birth ..

As fresh as a flower..bloom for the whole world...
And start living...with a child's innocence...
Enjoy living in each moment...as the scriptures has always said..
I wish I could do that..being, anything and everything I do...
Is it just a fantasy? or is it something possible?
I have read somewhere that, 'the possibilities are infinite'..
So may be, this must be also possible

Sunday, February 05, 2006

Deep Blue Sea

Something always touches the depth of my heart, when I am near the sea or ocean. I am not sure what exactly the connection between my heart and the sea is. But everything about sea takes me inside, to the abyss. The dark blue color of the deep sea is my all time favorite. The various moods of the sea are very much similar to the human mind. The sea will be as calm as our mind after a meditation session at the early morning hours during summer. I feel as if the sea goes into deep meditation states during night. The wildest mood I think is during a stormy afternoon during autumn. Furious to swallow anything which comes in its way, the mood is deadly dangerous. And there are as many numbers of intermediate moods as we have for our minds. The depth of sea is as vast, that we just know only a small portion of it. It is similar to our knowledge of the mind, where we just know only less than 10% of our conscious mind.

But sea as such is not good or bad. The waves give the quality to the sea, just as our thoughts. But the waves are not different, they are the sea itself.

I used to watch the sea, continuously for hours and hours standing at the deck of the ship, when we traveled from Kochi to Lakshadweep. When I stand, on the deck, I can have a 360 degree view of the sea. Just me, in a small ship and everything else is sea. It makes me humble to the core, and it’s the experience of bliss. During my childhood, I used to study, sitting under a coconut tree at the sea shore. Watching the waves, one after the other splashing at the shore, I never get exhausted even if I sit for more than five hours at a stretch. Even now words just flows out of me just like the continuous waves, when I start thinking about sea. But let me stop for the time

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

An experiment

I wished, if I could one day, just go to some village, empty handed. I mean without money, or any material possessions with me. Just move to experience life. Give love and share the experience of life with them. Be one among them. Even without carrying my name. Just as a simple human being. But my logical mind fears, how they will react to me? Will they accept me? Or will they consider it as another cheating technique from a city dweller? Or as a spy sent for some purpose? I don’t know, but I wish to experience it.

Friday, January 27, 2006

City Bus Ride

Yesterday, it was our 56th Republic day. We have decided to attend the Republic day celebrations at Pune. Not because, I want to be see all the flag hoisting and parade and all. Frankly, after my college days, I have never taken part in any Republic day or Independence Day parade. It’s not because I am against such celebrations, but I think, I don’t have anything to contribute by participating in such a function. But this time, I had to participate because I have agreed to Vinita, that I shall also join her to take part in the event in a different dimension. I shall come to that part in a different section. In this section, I would like to share my experience of traveling in PMTC bus to the police grounds to attend the Republic day.

The mail which got the earlier day from Vinita says, that the only rule in attending the function is that we all have to come either by walk, or by cycle or take public transport for commuting to the parade grounds. At that point I thought, ‘why such a restriction man’. Immediately I thought, let me experience it. Thousands of people regularly commute in the city buses daily and I have never traveled in the city bus after coming to Pune. So I decided to take a city bus. The initial thoughts which bumped was, the frequency of bus service is very less, also I don’t know the timings of the bus, also when should I set out from home to reach parade grounds by 8.45 am etc. I decided to start by 7.55 am thinking of the high probability of getting a bus at 8 am.

As I expected, there was a bus at 8 am. I boarded it with other fellow passengers. I was little relieved of getting a seat. The bus was moving pretty fast as there were not much vehicles on the road. My observing mind started its job. Even though I had traveled enough, in buses at my home town, it was a different experience this time, may be because my perception about the world is changing or may be because my mind has decided that this is just a journey to experience, and is not having any critical missions at the end of the journey.

Anyway, I could see a complete whole world inside the bus. It’s a world of its own. It’s a co- system of people of different kind. Different kind of people; they might have boarded from different places; might be heading for different places for different purposes. Just sharing space; for few minutes. Some relations may start inside, in those few minutes. The journey can take one through a variety of emotions inside you. One guy was trying to grab a seat before the old gentleman standing nearby takes it. I could see the gentleman’s eyes feeling sorry for the aggressive mind of the young guy. But there was another school boy giving his seat for the middle aged person who has a kid in his hand. That’s great, there are generous boys also around. The other person who was standing in the middle of the bus was rushing to get down through the crowd. On his way, he had pressed hard on another person’s foot and I could see a painful face. Yet he forgave him, considering the situation. On some other stop an elderly person got inside with a big cloth bag and was trying hard to push it under some seat. He could do it with the help of one guy sitting in the long seat at the back. Also there were some girls, with a shy face, an old woman wondering why these people are not giving me a seat etc. In between was the conductor- the manager, running across, at times screaming for change (coins), shouting at another to move to the front, looking to the doors to see, if there are anybody waiting to get down in the next stop. Finally I reached shivaji nagar, got down and walked to the police grounds.

While on my return journey, I had a different experience. When the conductor came, I asked him, how much it to reach the university junction. He told something, but I couldn’t understand. I asked again and he told the same thing. Then I understood that he is speaking in marathi. I was wondering why he was doing so, even if I am asking him in Hindi. So I took help of a nearby marathi guy to decipher what he is saying. He quickly helped me and told that it’s Rs. 2.50. So I gave the conductor a 2Rs coin and two 25 paise coin. Then he said, give me 50 paise. I wondered and told him that I have given him 50 paise only. Then he told, he can’t accept 25 paise coins. Oh that was the first time; I was noticing that 25 paise coins are not of any use. Finally I got down when the bus reached university junction.

At the university junction, I had to wait for about 20 minutes to get a bus to Pashan. Waiting for a bus, is not a good experience by any chance. Even though I was not in any hurry that day, I felt the pain of waiting. I was wondering how painful it would be, to wait for a bus, when one is in a hurry to office or college. That, sometimes, the bus which comes after waiting for a long time may not stop at your stop, because there is no space to accommodate more passengers. I started thinking about all the experiences I had during my journey and also those about those experiences that could have happened to others at various circumstances. It took me to think from a level below me, understand the pain and at least feel compassion to those unlucky ones who have, but to depend on these public transports for their daily commutation. I thanked Vinita for giving me an opportunity for having such an experience, which other I would not have experimented.