Sunday, 7 September 2014

A retired man


"I cannot confirm or deny that anything the following prose says,  has any connection to any matter true or false or any event that has, is, or will occur in the history of the universe. Any similarity to an event or  with an actual existing person(s) is purely coincidental."

When I was a very young kid, I used to watch movies on television with my grandfather. I was fascinated by heroes of films. I did not know that they were merely actors-they were not real heroes. I used to take them for real(There are so many of us who take them to be real heroes and worship them, even after growing up!) and wanted to become like them--one capable of fighting many with martial arts. I wanted to be a hero who fights for good and who is able to do amazing feats and stunts. When I told my grandpa about my ambition, he said to me that he would let me in through one hole behind the television-set someday--I would directly land in Bombay--Bollywood and then I would become a movie star! I was convinced that the hole behind the television set was a portal to Bollywood--the hero world.
retired man

That plan stayed with me for a while and I kept on waiting for my chance. Grandpa had promised "When you are grown-up, I would put you through that magic hole." I realized after a while that it was all fantasy--still, my fascination with movies and television stayed. Then I realized that military soldiers are real heroes because they have big guns! What a great situation to be in--being able to shoot whenever and wherever you want! I decided that I was going to become a military commander. As my family members realized that I became serious about that goal--they lured me into believing that  superintendent of police was somehow more powerful and commanding than an army officer. They wanted their child to shun the idea of becoming army officer(you are free to speculate why it would have been so!)

Then this idea of a career in police department stayed for while but Science and Philosophy made me feel joy of intellectual exegesis I had never known before and I decided to become a metaphysical thinker. Thinkers don't earn money for doing just that i.e. thinking-a thinker has to do something to earn his bread and butter unless he belongs to an aristocratic elite group of societyMy maternal uncle who was a doctor counselled me to study medical science and make it big as a doctor. The idea appealed to my parents as well and even when I had an aptitude for Mathematics(it's not that I wanted to become an engineer though.) I was convinced to take Biology stream for studies after high school.

Then my parents wanted me to become an administrative officer, because an administrative officer is powerful and earns a lot of money. It stayed with me just for a while before I had the crash . After the crash I realized that I did not actually want to make career in anything at all. I realized that all the time I had been listening to various voices in my head. Among those voices I could not find my own voice. There were myriads of echoes from various relatives, friends and teachers inside my head but my own voice was absent. I realized that I wanted to become nothing.

I stayed in the stream of life for a decade after that, working my way through various jobs, but none of them appealed me deeply. I found that, a retired man sitting in his chair comfortably, or a monk in contemplation, appealed me zillion times more than any of the careers. I hated to run for achieving illusory everlasting goal-posts with my fellow competitors. I realized nothingness of trying to become and I gave it up altogether.

Occasionally I thought of becoming this or that but nothing stayed with me for enough long as an ambition. Now I don't want to become anything. I don't have any career to make. I am a retired man now.


The Name

शब्द शब्द सब कोई कहे, वह तो शब्द 'विदेह';
जिव्हा पर आवे नहीं, निरख परख कर लेह !


         Everyone says 'word'; 'word' is important--but that is the word without a body.
         That cannot be pronounced with tongue, you can verify into it as you may wish.


          In the beginning was the word, 
           word was with the God, 
           God was the word.
                                                               ---John 1:1 
The Tao that can be spoken is not the eternal Tao
The name that can be named is not the eternal name
The nameless is the origin of Heaven and Earth
The named is the mother of myriad things
                                                    ---Tao Te Ching, Verse 1

Devotees of Truth want their way out of this quagmire of pain and suffering. They want to go back to their real home. All across the globe, in various religious scriptures, in teachings of saints, we find hints towards the name of God. Most of the devotees don't actually understand what real name is. Therefore, they  keep on chanting various names. It's not a bad practice to chant names for meditation. You might chant them silently or you may prefer chanting them out loud. You might have observed many people counting the names with help of a rosary. 

The real name is not a name which can be chanted. Kabir says that everyone is fond of praising the name--all scriptures are full of the appreciation of name--but--the name is actually without a body. It cannot be pronounced. Kabir says that you can examine the true name and you would find what I am telling you.

Laozi also says the same thing about the name in the very first verse of Tao Te Ching. He says that the name which could be named is not the real name. The Bible also says that the word was present in the beginning--before everything and it was with God--it is from the word that everything came into existence.

The word is also known as music of spheres, logos, voice of Gods, Sargosha, Kalma, sonorous light, Udgeeth, Naad etc. The true name has many names indeed in various cultures and religions, but it's not a name. The true name of God is a sound or say it's a mixture of sounds.

You may also call it rhythm divine. Divine melodies are present inside each one of us because everything came into existence from it. Pythagoras was aware of it; Socrates was aware of it; Vedic sages were aware of it; Buddha was aware of it. Christ and Nanak pointed to it as the only savior of mankind. Kabir has sung praises of word. Meerabai, Dadu, Garibdas, Paltoo and many other saints have sung the songs extolling the word. Mohammad heard word in a cave for fifteen years before receiving the message of Quran.

Most of the yogis hear it and those who undergo near-death experiences hear this sound. The sound is also available to those who try astral projection. In most of the cases sound is discarded as tinnitus by medical science because it seems unpleasant. It is different from most of the external sounds but it is not actually unpleasant if you practice meditation. For advanced meditators--this sound is a treasure and it's the gateway to spiritual world. 

The word is the positive power in the universe. It's working against the negative power called Demiurge. Those who dwell on word cannot be touched by Devil. The word seems unpleasant to those who are not yet prepared to meditate fully. Those who start listening to the sounds which are generally discarded as tinnitus--start feeling bliss. They start rising in spirituality and find the true companion, true mentor and true friend in the journey towards God. 

The word is so pleasant in taste that whoever starts drinking its nectar feels no pleasure in any material experiences. The experience of drinking word makes all beautiful experiences of the world look pale in comparison. Those who meditate on the true name with sincerity gradually start getting free from clutches of Kaal. The name is the positive power, Guru and only real friend of a seeker of Truth.    


हर क्षण की असंख्य विमायें हैं,
डूब जाऊँ इनमें पर मेरी सीमायें हैं ;

माटी से बना,
मैं इंसान हूँ,

खुद से मिली खुद को;
इक पहचान हूँ,

तत्व एक में,
पंच का भेष हूँ;

अग्नि तत्व प्रबल रहे तो,
भावों में भावेश हूँ;

गाऊँ जो गीत तो ,
सुन्दर गुंजित गान बनूँ;

निभाऊं जो प्रीत तो,
प्रीतम महान बनूँ;

है साख मेरी जुदा,
साधारण सा आम हूँ;
माटी से बना मैं इंसान हूँ|


क्यों पुष्‍प महकते अब नहीं ,
देख कर भौरें तुम्हें,
क्यों पुष्‍प चहकते अब नहीं ,
बाग़ वीराँ हो चुके ,
पेड़ सूख सो चुके ,
बेआब धरती हो रही,
सूख सूख रो रही ,
क्यों मेघ बरसते अब नहीं,
देखकर यौवन तुम्हें ,
क्यों मेघ तरसते अब नहीं ,
जंगल ठूँठ जल चुके ,
राख में बदल चुके ,
बागबां बर्बाद हैं ,
इंसान बस आबाद हैं,
पूछता हूँ इंसान से ,"क्या तुम समझते नहीं ?"
देखकर इंसान को  "क्यों पुष्‍प महकते अब नहीं ?"