एक बार मध्यप्रदेश के इन्दौर नगर में एक रास्ते से ‘महारानी देवी अहिल्यावाई होल्कर के पुत्र मालोजीराव’ का रथ निकला तो उनके रास्ते में हाल ही की जनी गाय का एक बछड़ा सामने आ गया। गाय अपने बछड़े को बचाने दौड़ी तब तक मालोरावजी का ‘रथ गाय के बछड़े को कुचलता’ हुआ आगे बढ़ गया। […]
Yes, quite a while since I put up something new. But the 850 odd entries from before continue to engage readers across the globe, without slack. The warmth it leaves in my heart makes the effort more rewarding than my expectations. Thank you very much.
Somewhere in this pile, there is evidence of my involvement in INDIA AGAINST CORRUPTION movement during the Silence Singh govt, back driven by Gandhi family dynasts. Alas, my hopes were dashed then; the IAC leadership proved to be just as so many wannabes who spun off into a political outfit infamous by now for lying, left style propaganda, lowlife behaviour and self serving interests. Despair loomed large despite the daily struggle of reading through reams of scam reports and finding little objectivity in discussions on co-opted mainstream media platforms against the perpetrators. Then the 2014 general elections were announced. The rest is history.
Goodness prevails since then with relatively corruption free, development oriented and poor enabling governance. But every good thing has a shelf life and, I believe, the mainstream people of this country will begin looking about for an alternative, a better than the good one they would have had through its decade long tenure. I would be a little too old by then, more medically hamstrung and less drawn to political happenings.
What would still engage me, perhaps even more than now, is the all encompassing Vedanta truth, Yoga practice, secret keys to the invisible Vedic Way, and culturally codified Dharma in epics, puranic texts, spiritually rich popular observances, and folk lores. And the people of this ancient nation, who are first hiers to all of these. I hope they progress economically upto that point of inflexion, whereafter materialism begins to overwhelm their personal beings. I trust the nation’s history, in which its knowledge traditions has won over ideological cultural imports and continuity has limited new age ways of living to tiny urban pockets. Both the people and the Way, and the underpinning legacy they contain, are precious to me.
I have written about my own experience of (Raja)Yoga and Vedanda realisations. It became an unwieldy tome of over 600 book size pages and had to be split into four paperback parts, apart the consolidated hard cover work. Ebook forms of two of the parts, EXTENDED BEING and THE VEDA, previously published on Draft2Digital, are now available on Kobo. They are at present in pre-order phase and will remain thus until their release on July 12 and 19, respectively. Please reach out for them on Kobo > ebooks, search them up by name, read up their descriptions and preview them. They are vested with much effort and close care, and the same sincerity you have always found in my words, if not perfection. Buy them for yourself as lifetime reads of true expression, beyond their impressive features or entertainment value.
One of these days, I will also find a way to make these available in print.
Thank you, dear Readers, for taking the viewership of this blog closer to 200,000 mark !
That is, speaking anecdotically, after a forenoon spent through election results announced for India’s Parliament, for its next 5-year term…
Amma ji : Kitchen will remain closed this evening. She then walked out of the house saying, do not wait for me for high tea.
Pita ji : Bring my whiskey bottle, son. I now know, he would be sprawled on his long easy chair and would doze off snoring through the rest of the afternoon. How he is so quiet though, bests me !
Beta ji : Mummy, will be late. Will have dinner with friends. Yeah, yeah…will leave my car at my friend’s. Yeah, yeah…will take a cab home.
Kya karte ho , Modi ji !
Sorry. Kya kya karte ho, Modi ji ! ! !
One fallout of persisting at such an impossible mission is that the work in your hand does not aspire to be entertaining. It would be a huge bonus if it does but only while it serves to expose the inscrutable subject matter better, a little more effectively. It really is the umpteenth retelling of Yoga-Vedanta, evidence of which has been revealed since hoary times, in Vedic lore or Sanatana Dharma texts.
This work draws upon the texts to sketch the same alluded truths, and the truth of truths. It has been personally rediscovered and revalidated in every age since those ancient days, for the truth is universal and its realisation is impersonal. The Way presents very exacting demands on individuals used to wearing different coats to project the person we desire to be on particular occasions. It is a solitary man’s search into his own truth values and the saga of his long drawn effort yo align his being along life perspectives that transport the individual over into transcendence, into realms of consciousness that brooks no personal conditioning or identity.
Those values and perspectives are already available, evolved and well clarified over dozens of millennia, and are now set in common awareness among mainstream people in the Indian subcontinent. If few walk all the way, it is because most are compulsorily mired in personal economics and are affected by the global ways being set up by communal religious hordes. Besides, human nature is still addicted to objects for his entertainment and pleasure, same as it has ever been.
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May I Attain Zenith
~ Inspired by Sama Veda, 611
May I be luminous
As the heavens above
Rich as earth in abundance
Mighty as Indra, beyond compare.
May I be wise as Brihaspati
In love and wealth
May I attain zenith
In honour, truth and moral eminence.
May I serve our fellowmen
With trust, true speech, and conscience.
… excerpt from my next work, VEDA
Can you just come over here And let me in to your little world And tell me things that I have missed Things that I should have learned Whisper in how you’ve grown And how you’ve moved on to better things Scream inside the sweet nothings Of the things we left behind Its the future […]
Its the future its the past
Lets listen in the present now
Your eyes don’t look the same
Your voice just sounds away
Like a ghost has taken your place
And i ask for you
Just let me be
Let me breathe
Let me live in your little world
Let me in
Let me give
Let me live in your little world
It will hurt
It will bleed
But I can’t function without these…
‘Have a lovely sleep, good boy’ I said, and all the animals I have ever loved curled up beside him in my heart… © Maureen Sudlow
A picture couldn’t do justice to
Arctic wind’s ferocity
blowing across the
great lake thirty or forty m.p.h.
white caps rushing toward shore
water, trees, sand and leaves …
my hoody inflated into
a reverse parachute
pushing my head and
Dots of rain prick
We have attained the dubious distinction of a state where full families of farmers are committing suicide… link here.
Today : 89% of households electrified.
2014 : About 77% … #RealWork
#RahulGandhi, this would be unthinkable during those “accidentally” scam filled #Congress led years since your g-g-father !
I have heard some views, essentially saying that stock market is its own thing and has little or nothing to do with the “real” economy where people are involved : they labour, educate and skill themselves, create, produce, buy, sell, pay and receive.
First, stock market as it is today involves the participation of millions of people who put their money where their sentiments. That could amount to billions of national currency, if not trillions. In effect, it is democratisation of the fruits of economy. At another level, it allows instant expression of appreciation and people’s confidence in businesses, their performance and their decision making which affect their future. And, it is a place where huge amounts of money are transacted and turned over everyday, keeping capital on the move.
These ought to be reason enough to regard stock markets as real, as part of our everyday economy. Their reality is especially understood when we think of an economy without stock markets. Businesses would function in almost complete isolation, without an idea of how the public feels about them and without the benefit of being watched over and checked by such generally impartial feedback.
Then there is hundred times more that stock markets directly contribute to the economy, through “valuations.” It enables businesses and their assets to be valued by the goodwill and trust of stakeholders among the public; and it facilitates “unlocking” of the value of assets that would otherwise remain dormant and in the dark. Today, valuations contribute big in banking and finance industry, who keep businesses of all sizes adequately capitalised and financed.
Stock markets are a big part of real economy any which way you view it.
How would you know what ? To you, it can only seem…to be beautiful or ugly : shapes, lines or surface, and colour flow in three dimensions. Yet, what a pic captures means things that remain unknown to strangers looking at it as it appears.
This one seems almost like apainting with water colours. The kid displays an indescribable mix of impatience, curiosity and love, in a moment of arrest. The man, forever unconcerned with his unsmartness, gazes at the faraway beyond, secure in his loving mortal world. And the woman gestures assuringly at the imperfect gods with her, happily giving and given already to the love in her universe. It’s a moment that is filled with eternity and fullness that the pic captures.
How do I know ? I’ll let you guess that.
It was Tulsi Vivah … Marriage Day for Tulsi plant with Shaligram, a consecrated piece of slightly flattened, well rounded stone.
I had no idea of the level and extent of celebration that accompanied the baffling tradition till this day, when the wedding took place between a daughter plant of Basil we had nurtured in our balcony and the Vishnu emblem worshipped in a neighbourhood home.
It was a wedding proper complete with a mandap, propped on sugarcane sticks, congregation of people from the two sides — bride and groom, a priest to conduct the ceremony, and food galore. People cried to see the bride leave her foster home; others were happy to see them come together for good. It was a most auspicious thing to happen, an event that merited the celebratory sentiment and that dose of blessedness, with which the gentry felt blissfully inebriated. Understably, onlookers were heard sharing their sense of amazement…and their conflict.
The conflicted thoughts were usual : how can a plant be wed ? To a piece of stone ?! Wasn’t it all regressive, the very opposite of scientific temper ? Is this the 21st Century we are living in ?
I had no such thoughts, no such conflicts. That’s for the kids. Their zeal for the little they know, and inspiration from promises of scientific breakthroughs, was a wonderful thing in itself. Except when I consider its limits and likely basis of things far more obnoxious. The Plant Wed Stone affair was simple, happy and love-filled in comparison.
Pick it up !
EXTENDED BEING : The Millennial Story
It’s Like Nothing You’ve Read Before.
I literally tire of moron columnists that @timesofindia carries. I’ll refer to just two of them : Aakar and Aiyar. The first offers a belaboured piece that concludes, a nation is about people, not geography. Aiyar’s article similarly peddles, nation and music must be without religion. Both outpours are quintessentially liberal and abstract, which are unrooted and mooningly afloat in generic atmosphere of 20th Century humanism that leftists in Europe militantly propagated — Equality, Fraternity and Liberty.
It is time India cleared this air over its being. India’s nationalism is indeed about love for its geography, not people. It is about the lap on which its rich and ancient way of life was nurtured and steered, sages and saints were born, and thoughts were scripted. It is about its rivers and mountains, by and in which its history is buried and its lores are spread. The piety and truth particular to its way is partaken from the land. India is not an idea, fixed or floating, which all all and sundry can interpret and shape in his own definition. It is a living continuity with a soul embedded in its terrain, its coasts and riverbanks, sand dunes and forested mountain slopes, which reverate with temple bells and festive songs, celebratory colours and everyday observations.
India’s nationalism, the love for this land, is too vast to be borne in individual minds. It especially escapes those reshaped culturally and intellectually by alien invasive ways brought in by Islamic, Christian and communist hordes. There is nothing in the West that comes even close to the love a patriotic Indian feels for his country, for its ways incubated since hoary times, and for the towering epitomes of godliness that have arisen from its soil and strode with impeccable conduct, fullness of love and unsurpassed valour.
Nationalism is not a generic thing to be abstractedly defined and applied to India and Indians. It is a very particular phenomenon, sentiment and belief, that is filled with this nation and all that it means to one who knows in the present day. What such a person is aware of is an infinite compared to both what he is and what he thinks. People pass away; India continues, held by others who come in their place. That is why : India’s patriotism, synonymous with nationalism, is about geography, not people.
Aiyar’s views are rebutted on still more obvious grounds. India’s nationalism is about its way of life, values, practice and thought. It is a-religious for some, spiritual for many and religious for the rest. Everything in India evolved around the symbols instituted to represent the Way : society, education, administration, justice, science, arts, architecture, music, dance, et al. You only have to hear the Dagar recital or watch a Bharatnatyam presentation, or look at one of the glorious temples, from Madurai to Amritsar, to understand what I am speaking of.
As I said, I tire…of morons…
The ebook EXTENDED BEING,
releasing for sale on Nov 19,
can be availed with a single click here.
The book is priced at US $9.99.
It has about 83,000 words.
Buyers in Mexico, Brazil and India can buy it at about half the price. That is, for those who are resident there and will pay in their national correncies. Or, I guess, if you happen to be a member of the expatriate community residing in those countries.
Now, GETTING A DOLLAR OR MORE BACK !
I suspect there are errors in the book that I may have missed despite checking through the script a dozen times.
I want them reported to me by readers who spot one.
The rest is simple : let me know of the error you spot at my email id : firstname.lastname@example.org
A reader who reports of one error would receive a dollar back. He could report upto three and get back upto three US dollars !
There is just one condition : Each error would be paid only once. That is, it would be on “first report, gets paid” basis.
All things considered, to reduce life to a play about your ideal is the best romantic thing to do : trying to harmonise your life as it is with the ideal or to elevate your life to how the ideal. If you have not yet caught on the real thing about yourself and your life, it might be worth engaging with the romance of holding a perfection to yourself, and try.
My criticism is neither of the ideal nor of the romantic engagement with it. It is the best, as I’ve said, until you catch on the reality of your being here and now. It comprises of truth values waiting to be discovered because you are oriented away from them. They are behind you, as you face the world and your life within it. The reality, waiting to be discovered, is the truth and your self that is filled with it.
I need to make this essay short for paucity of time and restrict this discussion to the nature of two orientations : one towards the world and the other towards your truth. The ideal and our romance with it has a possible role in reorienting ourself from one to the other. That would be use enough for retaining an ideal in our life.
What are our truth values ?
What is the nature of the journey in truth, after we have reoriented ourself towards our truth values, is a long presentation. It is being offered in a four-part series introduced on https://www.sorousha.net …
The first part is published as an ebook and is available at https://www.books2read.com/u/meAkyR
The gist of the matter is my ebook is priced at US $ 9.99 (against its paperback price of US$ 28.95 odd) through the only publishing arrangement I have, with Draft2Digital.com.
They have been good to my needs and queries.
But what is this ? I find this ecomm retail website is really aggressive not only with presenting my ebook but pricing it 50% more than what it should have been ! I have requested D2D for explanation and intervention…
Look at it yourself :
D2D page : https://www.books2read.com/u/meAkyR
Retalers : https://www.angusrobertson.com.au/ebooks/extended-being-ashok-tewari/p/9781386038979