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On Freedom and Society

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On Freedom and Society
                “Man is a social animal and we live in a society. Each one of us is dependent on the other directly or indirectly. For example, the milk man brings the milk to our door step every day, the news paper boy throws the paper in our balcony every morning, the washer man washes our cloths, our cloths are manufactured in factories by the factory employees so on and so forth.” This was what my class second teacher told our class while teaching something about profession of people. I distinctly remember of having felt a deep pain and anger over the idea of my being dependent on so many other people and not being free. It was in that moment that I decided I will study Mathematics for the rest of my life as that was the only subject in which ideas and concepts are built in air and one has to not think of society and various un-freedoms. A man can be truly free only in the realm of Mathematics. Mathematics gives the freedom I valued. My love continues to this…

Enigma

Enigma

As the bluish haze started dimming into the pitch darkness of the moonless night in the shivering winter of the town, a baby was heard crying. The city of a hundred and fifty thousand houses with of concrete walls, slept. Gardens slept, flowers slept and the old gardener too. The gates of the ancient churches of the city were closed, and temples and mosques too.

The night passed, and the gates of the churches opened for morning-prayer, and that of the temples and mosques too. People came for morning walk in the garden, and flowers lifted their heads to smell the rising sun. The old gardener kept himself busy humming an old tune and sweeping the pavements. The concrete walls claimed their true colours and were no longer the same. 

A five year old kid came walking to me and asked while I was sitting still and gazing the surface of the lake. “Did you hear someone cry last night oh passerby? I heard and heard till the morning sun and now its gone”, holding my hand he asked. I looked i…

Science and Mysticism: Are they compatible?

(One of the four topics for essay from UPSC paper 2012)

Sharaabiyon ko akeedat hai tumse, jo tu pilade to paani sharaab ho jaaye Jisko tu muhabbat se dekhe saaki wo sharaabi ho jaaye...


Sams, had a question which no scholar of his time could answer. Finally he was asked to meet Rumi as only he could answer such a question. It is said that when Sams asked his question Rumi fell down of the ground, some say the book Rumi was holding is his hand caught fire when Sams asked: “How great is my glory, we do not know You as we should?” Rumi, one of the greatest Sufi poets the world has read, spent a long time in conversation with his friend Sams. When he lost Sams, Rumi went from place to place to search for his friend. Then one day he said: Why should I seek? I am the same as he. His essence speaks through me. I have been looking for myself.
The union became complete. Rumi merged with Sams – fana – is the apt word.
Such is the world of mystic saint, where reality fuses into imagination and imaginatio…

कैसे अब हम भूलें तुम्हें मुश्किल है

कैसे अब हम भूलें तुम्हें मुश्किल है ... क्या करें बच्चों सा ये अपना दिल है ...
बाद तुम्हारे सूनी लगेंगी सब राहें  जहाँ अकेले हो जाएँ कैसी मंजिल है .. 
वादा है अब न बोलेंगे दिल की बातें  यार मेरा देखो तो कितना संघ्दिल है ...
ग़ज़लें भी सब आप की हैं और नग्मे भी  आप न होंगे तो जीवन का क्या हासिल है
डूब ही जातें आप की आँखों में लेकिन  सोचते हैं के नाचीज कहाँ इस काबिल है ..

शायर शायर कह के लोग बुलाते हैं
कितनी फीकी देखो तो ये महफ़िल है...

दरिया से तो हो आये हम बच कर के
जान का दुश्मन बन बैठा ये साहिल है ...

I am and I just am

Let me write to you O’ Lord my silence I haven’t heard a word inside my head for a long time now I think I have forgotten my own voice And even if I do, I lend no thought on how it was For I am sure, I don’t like it anymore O’ Lord what a fool I was to utter those words with such haste How foolish was when I outpoured a zillion poems And still could never know, that it wasn’t me writing I intend to write to you O’ Lord my silence I breathe and that’s how I know I am I am silent and that’s how I know you are All the scriptures, religions, thinkers and saints have fumed away you see I know no past no future no pain no joy I am and I just am Silence O’ Lord is my continuous prayer and a smile – an instant reward I smile and thus I know I am And thus I know you are I wish to write to you O’ Lord my silence - The golden truth But alas! I know no words, no art and have no skill I know no audience I know no identity I just am And you are Here my Lord, I present to you my silent soul like a fresh rose petal in …

Enigma

As the bluish haze started dimming into the pitch darkness of the moonless night in the shivering winter of the town, a baby was heard crying. The city of a hundred and fifty thousand houses with of concrete walls, slept. Gardens slept, flowers slept and the old gardener too. The gates of the ancient churches of the city were closed, and temples and mosques too.

The night passed, and the gates of the churches opened for morning-prayer, and that of the temples and mosques too. People came for morning walk in the garden, and flowers lifted their heads to smell the rising sun. The old gardener kept himself busy humming an old tune and sweeping the pavements. The concrete walls claimed their true colours and were no longer the same. 

A five year old kid came walking to me and asked while I was sitting still and gazing the surface of the lake. “Did you hear someone cry last night oh passerby? I heard and heard till the morning sun and now its gone”, holding my hand he asked. I looked into hi…

Brahma

Note: Self is used interchangeably for soul.
Q.            Am I the body? 001.       The body is just a degradable and dynamic entity on the universe. Just like a stone of today that can be mud tomorrow, the body will lose its form. Q.            How to understand the meaning of life then? 002.       To understand the meaning of life, come out of the mirage where the body is the self and fellow beings are relatives or strangers according to how they look or speak or identify themselves. Q.            How should I see my body? 003.       See the body as complete stranger and forget it as piece of straw kept nearby. Q.            What do I do without my body? 004.       Come towards the self and stay with it in silence. Q.            What is the nature of self? 005.       No logic, no word, no expression can describe the self. It is everything and yet everything is not even a pinch of it. Leave such thoughts as thoughts are faculty of mind and the mind is a part of the body. Leave the b…

Swami Dayanand Saraswati Teachings of Vedanta

(Ram V. Sir's explanation)

vAsudhEvEndhra yogIndhram nathvA gnApradham gurum |
mumukshUNAm hithArThAya thathvaboDhaH aBiDhIyathE || TB-1||

वासुदेवेन्द्र योगीन्द्रं नत्वा ज्ञानप्रदं गुरुम् |
मुमुक्षूणां हितार्ताय तत्वबोधः अभीधीयते || TB-1 ||

this simply invokes the grace of the guru.. even the word "guru" is defined as "gu" representing the darkness or ignorance of our budhDhi and "ru" representing its removal. While many gurus are there, very few are capable of removing the many ignorances we have, ONLY a guru well-versed in SAsthram, committed to understanding and unfolding brmhan can remove our ignorance regarding ourselves.. a person who is desirous of the removal of self-ignorance is really a mumukshu because he (here not the gender, but th quality of pumsthvam is referred to as he) has discerned that dharma and artha and kama have only limited results and thus he goes for the kill..! knowing which the samsaram ends.. for assuring that type of mumukshu…