OMG-5: WHO AM I ......????(FINAL PART OF OMG SERIES)

Ninety nine percent of my blogs were written keeping one or the other person in mind .Candid confession .But this blog is written Hundred percent for me by me and only for me. I cant say when and how this thought of blog came into me. I didn't know if it was on top of Arunchala or when i was descending the mount. But one thing iam sure is that these are not my thoughts or it came up from my memories. I dont know how i got this idea but it just suddenly flashed into my head on Arunchala.I dont know if its a flash in my head or it was result of final culmination of understanding that happened over decades,albeit unconsciously. I dont know when actually it came into my mind but iam cent percent sure that it was not a thought but something like Understanding or Piece of knowledge grafted into my brain or Kind of Realisation . Vocabulary fails me to express this experience correctly. I always thought mystical experiences happen in melodramatic way with lights in head and haunting music in ears and body under strange convolution over a long period of time. But it all was in split second like there was nothing in your mind and all in a sudden you just remember something.

I think IT WAS when i was on the top of Mountain when i suddenly felt i am not one single entity and this body of mine is not all alone.Its like there are Two of me within one body.One body enclosed in another.I actually could feel the separation between two bodies.It was almost like outer layer is mere shell when Real body is happily nested within this body.Somewhere behind many layers seem the Original Me.I wondered if Iam not what I am now then who is real I ?? It was some strange feverish revelation that shot within me.Certain understanding about your TRUE SELF manifesting within me that is entirely personal but definitely not an intellectual discovery. It was clear that my Mind has become inactive and this is something more deeper which was beyond ordinary mind and intellect. As i said ,I felt iam not what iam thinking that iam right now. But straining my brain to understand made things more worse as i got caught in vortex of confusion.Confusion over my real identity. Hmmm...I dont know who iam but i understood i definitely know WHAT IAM NOT...

I dont know who iam and what iam to this world and my relationship with everyone especially with own self n this life. Bu it appeared that my entire life right from Birth to this moment is ONE BIG GRAND LIE .Ironically iam not at all aware of it and was happily was actively part of that super lie that engulfed my life in totality. It was like jim carry discovery in Truman Show film where he discovers that his entire life from birth was a big mega TV serial. I discovered that my entire character , personality what i always thought as my real self was just fake and IAm not my thoughts either which made up my persona .My entire personality was Hopelessly Hypnotized , Innately indoctrinated, Brainlessly brainwashed by social conditions and circumstances around me, It was just resultant of trillion pricks of social influences from outside world via hundreds of films i have watched ,million books i read, social culture and popular culture i was subjected to. All which pinged me incessantly oblivious of my awareness. . I was surprised to discover that not a single action in entire life was original. Most of them were reactions to outside world. I could no clearly see the origin of all those dubious actions of mine.

It was really shameful when you have this kind of experience when you discover that your life was poor imitation of world .Some one said Ignorance is Bliss. I guess it would keep you more happier and sane of you just live in state of ignorance all your life. But another thought also hit me at same time "Ignorance is also brutal ,only coward hides from truth"

All my Dreams,Fears, Likes,Dislikes, rare bouts of Love-Lust,Moments of Anger, Anxieties,Inspirations, Happiness Depressions,Exasperations, Desperation,Repressions, Selfishness-Selflessness, Moments of childish Cowardice and raw Courage, and all those million manifestations of unbridled hurricanes of emotions that assailed my life since birth were rooted in delusions and ignorance. None were truly Me nor Truly Mine.I wondered when did i become junkyard for all worlds garbage?How did i become one big programmable, manipulated puppet in world hands that led me on wildride of lifes roller coaster. So many masks i wore in my life on daily basis that i have totally forgotten what it is to be without a mask. Over a period it appears that my mask has become my real face. i totally forgot what it is to be your TRue Self..Iam writing this blog hoping it would serve as mirror to clouded mind and reflect my real face sometime now or in future. If so much in me is not me .Then WHO THE HELL AM I ??

OMG-4: Musing on Mystical Mountain

""You should feel that God belongs to you. You visit temples like you visit a bus terminal. It is all so impersonal. You never feel that God is yours. You think he resides somewhere in the temple. You should feel that 'God is mine and he resides in my mind'. The moment this feeling arises in you, you get all the bravery needed in your life. All the meekness will vanish. Whatever we desire and whatever we need will begin to happen. Whatever is right, necessary and good will happen."" ~ Sri Sri Ravi Shankar

"No one visits Arunchala till Arunachala wishes so" --Legend 

Well this is my penultimate blog under OMG series. As i told you i have signed up 4 day silence yoga retreat Tiruvanamalai the town famed for Holy hill of Arunchala which is revered as Shiva himself and Ramana Maharshi the world famous saint.In Tiruvanamali , pilgrims do pradikshana around Arunachala mountain itself. This circumbulation is called Giripradhiskhana.

On third day, around 5.30 am i just felt like taking walk around Ramana ashram which is connected to Arunchala mountain .Ramana maharishi in his teens used to meditate in Skanda ashram which is around half a kilometer from ashram . As the path to Skanda was well laid with soft rocks i took the walk barefooted with hope that i would be back to my yoga class within an hour.I never thought for a moment that this day would be one of most memorable day in life. Reaching Skanda i came to know that Ashram wont be open for another half an hour.So i climbed little higher hoping to catch view from top.On one of tree i saw a small sign board with direction arrow and with Shiva temple written on it. I thought the temple must be little higher some where nearby and as i still have some time before ashram opens i thought i could well go and see how a temple in built in mountains,. i wish i had wondered for few moments how come no trekkers were going or how far the temple is as sign board indicated nothing about distance . But there was no path in that direction except few yellow arrows painted on rocks many of which were hidden in shrubs.It was still early in morning and climate was gentle and cool. With just one litre bottle of water and few crumbs of biscuits where were left in my bag from last night 15 kms Giripradiskhana.

I started following arrows and climbed higher and higher. Even after half an hour of ascent i couldn't see any temple. Something in me pushed me not to give up .I navigated myself carefully through rocks and thorns and occasionally sipping little of water.. I always loved nature and greenery and without paying attention to time , i absentmindedly climbed higher and higher. At one point i looked behind only to get startled. Vertigo hit me and looking down gave frightening feel of falling down.I was able to see entire Tiruvanamalai from that point.I wondered where the hell did i get struck up and how the hell should i descend ?.and Where is temple?.Still no sight of temple.I wanted to turn back but my raw ego wanted me get bottom of this and kept climbing up and up hoping temple is just round the corner.

Now the mount was getting steeper and steeper ..My entire body was drenched to last garment with sweat. I rested under shade of huge boulder to catch some breath and jot down my thoughts in my pocket book.As i was sipping my last few precious drops , suddenly bottle slipped and some of water spilled down on ground. I didnt realise how angry and anguish i wud get over this incident. I was middle of no where and here water spills .I didnt knew one would become so possessive and stingy for few drops of water.Imagine how much water we waste in our homes.,

Sun broke through clouds.and Sweat was incessant.Mountain was becoming more steeper that i had to climb with hands as well..Far from there was a very big boulder jutting out and nothing behind could be seen. I thought i had come to end of the road and probably there is no temple and it was all for nothing i climbed till this point.Arduously i crawled upto the boulder .Blood in me was drained when i saw arrows pointing a detour round the rock. I walked around only to find hill is still higher. I was wondering if mountain was growing .If mountain was brimming with life? Now my ego levels shot up ,Pride badly bruised. I violently decided not to give up till i find end of arrow marks . I wanted to finish this at any damn cost.What i comfortably forgot was last time i had proper meal was 18 hrs ago and my energy levels were slowly dropping down as i climber higher and higher against the gravity.

My case was like Discovery channels Man vs Wild. But they have entire team to back them up if anything goes wrong,And what do i have ?..Miles from civilization,monkeys, thorns, stones and serpents.All my life i had this desire of getting into wild and green forests and climbing hills and wanted to sign up those trekking courses . Now i realise those treks are controlled tamed and planned adventures and no wonder they look so cool and fantastic. And here iam , started out with no plan and ended with o plan either. But now my desire to climb mountain got completely fulfilled, satiated and i only hoped if i can make back home , i would never even go to a park. By now i finished off last drops of my water . i had to lick my own sweat to satiate my thirst. I was hoping even if poison or alcohol comes across me i would gladly drink it,.When i looked behind and town disappeared and all i could see was clouds floating by . Trust me that was amazing sight.Just like in hill stations.

Other day my yoga teacher who looks like albus dumbledore was saying that He provides food for every living being and sustains life ". I chuckled at senti-devotional thought that occurred me if Creator would provide me water now.Legend says that no one visits Arunchala till He Himself wishes it so.Great calling i guess.Here iam, Without water,food,shoes,plan,path and above all , dwindling confidence and hope.I wondered if this was in first place Shivas call, will He provide me with water?..i guess i was just frustrated after all i am not rough-tough macho man who would love to endure in wild, All i just want is be back to my house and read all those books i recently ordered .Shall i start with Karan bajaj "Keep off grass" or Shall i start Jaggi vasudevs Joy 24x7?or 2 brand new Calvin and Hobbes or Archies comics?...or "Many lives Many masters"The story of 63 reincarnations of a woman in west?.My reverie was broken when i accidentally stepped on small pebble as it dug into my soft feet.

Suddenly i felt i am climbing aimlessly and arrows were visible any longer. I scanned my surroundings , on rocks, physically pushing away grass n shrubs .Then i saw this rusted old metal board with OM NAMA SHIVAYA written in different foreign languages. My excitement rose as i now i felt that if there was a temple it must be around. I saw a small entrance in between thick foliage .Entrance totally covered by green foliage.Inside as i waded through those plants i saw a small hut. clean and neatly maintained as though someone is living . Then next to hut stood very small 2-3 feet hut which housed tiny temple. Ahhhh..finally reached temple i thought. It was not exactly a temple in conventional sense. A grilled gate covered it with a heavy stone totally sealing off the temple. I thought of meditating for a while but my mind was like leaf caught in hurricane for some unknown reason. I smelt sweet camphor. i wondered who has lit camphor at this deserted place. i looked around but found none. Then i found that camphor was comming from inside the temple.I knew its wrong to open gates of a temples inner sanctorium . but when was the last time i followed traditions. I pushed back the stone and pulled out the grilled gate and followed the scent. As the temple is very small , all i could do is just push my head inside and see whats inside. I could still smell camphor but there ws nothing burning inside yet i could swore that source of scent is from inside. Inside , i saw some babas photo and old time symbols of Shiva and what else .....A POT FULL OF WATER UP TO ITS BRIM

i DIDNT THINK ANY MORE. fIRST THINGS fIRST. i QUENCHED MY THIRST and wondered how the hell did pot with water come here?..Iam almost 10-15 kms away from civilsation and its highly difficult to bring a pot with water that too maintain it till brim. Is this a miracle or just my plain luck.Whatever was the source i silently thanked Higher power for providing water in nick of time , when i needed the most..I just wondered how far am i and moved around pushing away the dense trees n foliage. Another surprise held me. I was just 10 yards away from peak. The summit .The summit welcomed me with my feet burning on hot rocky plateau. Plateau had Trishul dug in and all floor was black. Then i realised that this is where people burnt 2500 litres of ghee every Karthika pauranami. The 360 degree panoramic view we get on summit is just mind blowing. We feel so small in such big view .

I came back and slept in hut fer sometime .Then i realised something . It was like revelation or just understanding that crept unto my mind. I know what came into my mind was grafted or placed into it . Something original not something that i thought or i remembered . Now that will be my final blog in this series. Watch the next one .

I wondered if i knew if the temple was this far would i ever have attempted this climb?. No never..I guess its true about the local legend that You never visit Arunchala unless Arunachala wishes so...!!!! Om Nama Shivayaa..!!!

OMG-3:: I-Files:Power of Prayer

He who tries to understand God simply by logical arguments will not succeed. If one develops love for God by following his instructions, one can know the supreme absolute truth..... H.H.Radhanath

We get to hear this letter quite often than not these days ."I" .i phone.i pad.ipod.even i-pill (birth control pills). and our own I...I..me..myself...I the ego of self which is so strong that all others "i" are mere reflections of this "i. If only we can delete or control or transcend this "I", then Kaivalya or moskha or enlightenment or realization or etc are just step away from liberation or so says all books i read in my life. Off late i got to know about another "I" which promises the same. Iskon movement which is an epitrome of bhakti yoga. I dont know anything of this except from my childhood readings from amar chitra katha comics of Meera, Eklavya, Hanuman etc

During my posting in Vizag i came across a girl who was super staunch devotee of Lord Krishna. Our talk was funny exp with two contrasting personalities. I never followed any ism even though iam born Hindu and She was a orthodox catholic who gave up her life to make Krishna her centre of existence. I wonder how can a human in 21 centuery living in midst of cut throat competiton can be so devoted to god.It failed to impress my loigical mind.What more. Her food, bed, waking hours, college ,dress,hom,e,everything was around Krishna.She gets up at 3 am to start her 16 round japa of mahamantra and 64 rounds on special occasion.(Trust me ,doing one single round with mala consisting of 108 beads is very hard and 16 and 64 are just out of this world)Sixteen rounds at 4 am will surely make her every cell in her body immerse in mantra.No food with onion/garlic and junk is strict no-no.College should be near temple.Sundays only for Krihsna.Studies only when she gets time from her seva to Lord Krishna. and surprisngly questions come from what little she studies.Reminds me what Rama maharshi says "God never forsakes one who has surrendered"" When i expressed my surprise .amazement and respect for her devotion , she just let it pass and recommended me a book "The journey home"Swami radhanath biography.The book was bland and boring with no exciting anecdotes like "Living with Himalayan masters" or "Autobiography of yogi".Now thats what makes it special.Here is a story of American 19 year lad who in search of truth comes to India alone and ends up becoming Krishna devotee .Right now He is head of Mumbai Iskon .What amazes is his intense devotion.

And in Hyderabad office i had one guy who is part of Krishna devotee list. His name is not important but drama of life around him is inspiring. lemme tell share a small story abt this guy .....the idea of sharing struck me when I was in his home playing with his equally devotee daughter.....it so happened ...he was supposed to get transferred ...and He didnt want to be ...his simple reasoning is that his Spiritual master and community of 7 families vowed to stay together.... He is really wonderful; guy who gets up at 2-3 am ..to finish off his prayers and mangal arthi...never eats outside food ...during three day training outside city ...he didnt even touch a grain in such a lavish star hotel ...he just brought some fruits and savoured them fer all 3 days ...where as me and other guys spent most of time in dining rooms than conference rooms ... Recently he had to face problems at multiple fronts : ... He got transferred His land lord asked him to vacate house His request for in-city transfer was rejected

so as it happened ...my MD sent orders that he shud be Transfer d to Noida. Reaction: ..He requested for retaining in hyd only MD thundered and sent his orders on fax . Reaction: again he sent a personal letter requesting to be retained in Hydreabad MD now with ego inflated and prestige at stake growled at him "whats so special in HYd that he is defying MD orders" Reaction:..Iam not defying MDs orders but following my-MDs orders and my real MD is MD to creation : LOrd Krishna Now my MDs prestige..izzat and everything at stake ... Reaction: ..let anything happen ...all he did was submit resignation ..in all his seriousness ...it was no idle threat ...he meant it Now company cannot afford to loose guy with such experience ...but MDs prestige is at stake .. Now Land lord of his wanted home to vacate house as well...and which he cannot as he need to stay close to his Spiritual community and rents in that area are obnoxiously high and he cannot afford another house .. He requested MD for internal transfer as we have one more branch nearer to his home as current office is 25 kms away.:: Rejected He requested Landlord : Request Rejected I then asked him ..wat he wud do ...all he said was ,,,,,PRAYER He was given 1 month ultimatum

After 1 month : One experienced guy from my branch resigned for another job ,,,so Management was forced to retain him fer more 15 days till new guy comes ..as they didnt want to back off the orders iof his transfer to noida ... right next to his home ...a family was leaving to germany within very short time and wanted rent their house to a decent family....and luckily my colleague happened to call him 1st and was given his new apartment ... now Other branch sent a request for additional experienced staff as business is booming there ,,,and my Chief manager always saw this guy as threat happily supported idea of his transfer to other branch which is nearer to his home ... NOW: His transfer to noida cancelled He got a new plush apartment in location he wanted with just nominal increase of rent He got transferred to Branch which is closer to his Home and is just 10 minutes away. No matter who takes the credit ,,,MD,,Chief manager...etyc ,,,,we can clearly see when you choose God over all and everything ,,,He is sure to take care of You in million ways .....Its lovely experience and feeling esp wen u witness it Live and in front of eyes ... What do u say .....what can we say ..except pitching our prayers more higher...deeper ... !! Hare Krishna Hare Krishna ,Krishna Krishna Hare hare Hare Rama Hare Rama,Rama Rama Hare Hare !!

OMG-2:: Midnight Visions

I read somewhere that Ramgopal varma used to sense some invisible presence of something or someone while shooting for some film. which later inspired him to make Bhoot . How do you explain such paranormal unexplainable events.?What do you say for something that you really sure yet cant prove it? Hallucination ,Dream, Dellusion....Schizophrenia..Bipolar or simply plainly lunatic and Mad. As a child i grew up in Govt estates where open spaces between houses would be equivalent to half the football ground. I remember when i used to run around the trees and moors, as more than once i felt i heard someone calling my name through i was never really sure if i ever it heard or not ..or just it was my hyper imaginative mind at work. Paranormal experiences were not at new to me. Inspite of my cosmopolitan background i had to believe in these things of unknown after few hard knocks. But things never went very serious or found i witnessed anything dangerously out of this world that i raise any alarm. Some people belive them.Some dont but its hard to ignore it. Shamans-Superstitutions, tantriks-Quacks existed from time immemorial. I read somewhere that most of horrific violent crimes were more often than not commited under influence of some maleovolent spirits.

Coming back to present , it so happened when i was posted in vizag. I used to live all alone and it so happened on one rainy night around midnight . I was sleeping on my tummy , it was between 2 and 4 am when i felt something warm glowing and crushing force as i sweated profusly. this was not the 1st time ,in past several tines i had such kind of experiences between 2 and 4 am This could be a dream as well. Sometimes dream do appear quite realistic..Like Di caprio in Inception or Keanue Reeves in Matrix i have my on method to see if i was in dream world or astral or real world . As i had to test to see if i was in dream or not. I put my finger in my mouth i could feel saliva and slight tinge pain as i bit my finger. Now i know its not a dream. But what is it i can do? I know no defence against that i cannot see. My top priority was to see that i dont give in to panic or fear . Once we start getting frightened , all our reasoning ability goes out of window and we lose what slight chance we might have.Though i forgot almost everything about martial arts from my teens , one part of training which was drilled into my bone and memory was the importance of need to remain calm. To release muscular tension i observed my breath till it became calm and steady.

That was when i got into zone between wakefulness and sleep . A kinda trance-hypnogic state when i saw our Art of Living founder, Sudrashan Kriya yoga guruji His Holiness Shri Shri Ravi Shankar (SSRK) in his trademark white dress and signature smile. Well is this a dream or not i didnt know nor i was motivated to find out. SSRK exhorted "Repeat the mantra that i tell you and this feeling will disappear" I never prayred in my life . I dont know even a single line of any mantra. Some how i was never ritualistic.i read in a book where in extreme stressful situation that our mind gets disassociated and creates illsuions. with this reasoning I replied my reluctance to SSRK.. H.H.SSRK though spoke calmly , i felt his voice boomed at top voice that my ear drums might have shattered..""REPEAT THIS MANTRA OR IT WILL NEVER LEAVE YOU"" I didnt know what came over me.I dont know what IT meant but i readily agreed . I repeated along..First two syllables were said in trance and by time i said the third syllable, the crushing feeling disappeared and by time i finishd the third part of mantra, i was out of trance and my ears caught final syllables of mantra uttering from dry lips.I was wide awake with clear memory. Was that a dream or Dream within another Dream or hallucination or a vision ??Zen buddhism says why worry over dream when its over the moment when you wake up? At same time SSRK always says Sohum or SoWhat?(Golden words). I remebered my vizag AOl teacher fleetingly once said to me You cannot escape Guruji..!!..i laughed in my mind and mentally i said Do you know who am I ?....now i guess she is very much right?? So at end what should I say ...just ... OM Namah Shivayaa

OH MY GOD...!!! PROLOGUE

OMG : PROLOGUE In following blogs i wish to share my experiences or just chronicle those events which shaped my belief about Hand of God that gently guides the entire creation . I cant say these are spectacular incidents but for me these are what made me realize the Concrete Reality of God. These are what triggered in me strong heartfelt emotions filled with devotion.

If you are born in India irrespective to family of any religious denomination, there is no escape from vast ancient cultural influence on you. You can be atheist , communist or any religious order yet your behavior is inextricably linked to India's ancient history,culture and mythology. There is no escape from it.Entire society is structured around its 5000 years past.. Well speaking about me ., i was always agnostic sometimes bordering to Atheism. Arrogant rebellious nature within me made it difficult to believe that Higher Powers can be of influence/control over mortals like me/us.. but by my 20th year i have transformed to Part time Atheist to Full Time Theist and and 100 % Believer . However It was just intellectual belief rather than experiential conviction. Like i said , i am not really Religious in any sense but i am certainly spiritual . Few days back i signed 4 day Advance Meditation Course in Tiruvanamalai, temple town in TN which is famed for Holy hill of Arunchala and world famous saint Ramana Maharishi . We were supposed to maintain unbroken silence for 4 days. I read somewhere that Sex and Silence are greatest Energy suckers. Well i have zero percent idea about sex and 101 percent about Speech. After all i talk day in and day out.All my waking hours is spent on talking,gossiping,roaring-raving-Ranting, complaining,screaming,shouting,destroying everyone in discussion and debates.Perhaps no other muscle in my body is as well built and oiled as much as my tongue. Always raring to go.

The idea of this blog OMG was born when i was killing my time in this silent zone of holy town of Tiruvanamalai. I started of with full of energy but while returning i returned in taxi back seat with Doctor in front seat. Physically totally dehydrated and sick but spiritually very well lifted and in high spirits. Whats the follwoing blogs can be construed as fables or fairy tales yet these just experiences that are exclusively personal.

Morning Brooding..!!!

This morning i woke up with start and dazed. Its still dark around and only soft hum of AC rented the air. i just had a dream which got me thinking. I just happened to dream about someone whom i know as a school kid whom i totally forgotten and got disconnected after i left my school way back in 1996. It was kind of surprising that the person face flashed in my dreams and funnily i dont remember the name of that person, after all its been decade and more. I really wonder how we believe to ferget everything with passage of time though in reality it appears that things are just relegated behind all the layers of our mysterious mind. I wonder why i dreamed the dream that i just dream. i always thought we dream about things that catch our attention of recent past or fantasies for future.

Ruminating over these thoughts i tried to creep back into dream world hoping to find myself in the same dream like Neo in Matrix and find answers to my questions. But no avail.Tossing and turning in bed gave no solution. Well now i am wide awake and sleep slipped out permanently. i just got up ,munched some Marie biscuits and was looking at my collection of old comics on my shelf. All those DC,Marvel comics of vintage evoking the memories of childhood when i had to walk 5 kilometers to buy those Superman and other super hero comics. Its ironic to find all super heros to have originated from USA. most of all caped and masked heros are from USA. GI Joe is called Americas hero,Superman home town is Smallville in USA,All JLA are americans. I guess Indians and for that matter Asians never needed any super heros to be created either for entertainment or inspiration. We have history and culture that goes back 5000years . Where as America has history only of 500 years or so. No wonder they had to create their own heros .

Indians are bred on stories of valour and heroism since their childhood. Its funny, in West,Religion is taught in sunday schools and where as in

India, its taught by mothers and grand mothers. When i was kid my bed time stories from my mom was more mythological and DD-1 most popular serial was Ramayana or Mahabaratha when all roads were deserted to watch these mythological s serials. Our culture has so many heroic stories from our history we never needed to create new heros for Internet age. We all regaled in stories from 5000 yearpast which can be reflected in our daily lives of common man . How often we come across comparisons like "Sleep like Kumbhakarna", "Strong as Bheem", "Beautiful as Apsara", Panch Pandavas, as sharp as Arjun, Narad muni for some gossip maker etcetc....Its a wonder that 5000 year culture still lives,rules our daily life. hmmmm....Suns first rays are casting their presence.New day and its Time to rock the world. Well friends, till my next blog. Aurevoir, Adios,Halstalvista and Sayonara....

SRI SRI RAVISHANKAR In one of his discourses said "Your consciousness" is very ancient. My nerves were electrified as i tried to grapple the import of His words. That the concept that our consciousness being very ancient fired my imagination as it tried to grasp depth behind His words.I just wondered , How many Births and Deaths could have,our soul endured before taking this shape,form and life as we know what we are now. How gigantic permutation,probabilities and other mind numbing mathematical calculations came into play before our entire environment was created. I wondered what were we before we became what we are? I mean what were we in our past lives. What would be the path of our evolution. What prompted us to take this birth?.What actions reactions could have led us to choose this birth settings like country,parents,friends,circumstances,trials and tribulations etc etc and million more etcs After all , our current lives are just extensions of our past.All our friends and foes, likes and dislikes are mere carry forwards from from our past lives or so i believe.All interplay of Karmic Connections Have you ever wondered How we immediately fall in Love with things,places,foods .people instantly and how we hate some things/people with no reason how come people give us creepy feeling down the spine or great comfort without prior acquaintance?Wondered Why this Affinity or Repulsion/compulsion/affection etc? or any logical rational reason for those unexplainable Deja vu or uncanny feeling of instinct?How are prodigies born? Could these events be result of sudden yet brief outburst of awakened ancient memory? People come-People Go Success comes-Success goes Failure comes-Failure goes Life comes-Life goes But "I" concept remains untouched by Death and space-time continuum.

Sadguru Jaggi Vasudev of Isha foundation claims to have taken birth 3 times to consecrate Dhyana Linga( dhyanalinga.org ). Book "Born again" speaks that Haider ali-Tipu sultan the original inventors of Rocket tech in India were reincarnated as Vikram Sarabhai and Abdul kalam to finish the job left undone 400 years ago and Hindu mythology is inundated with these folk lore.Ashtavakra gita says it takes 81 births for human mind to form. Now that's mind boggling. After 81 cycles if your current mind is formed , i guess we need to be more gratitude towards Creator than cribbing/complaining for what we are lacking. I need to end this here though my Awe at my peek into esoteric sciences will never end. This blog is micro expression of my wonder for macro expression of nature which will never cease to create wonder for one and all...

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DOWN THE MEMORY LANE..!!!

DOWN THE MEMORY LANE:

It was a pleasant surprise when my friend from my school days sent me my school days photo . As per my No-Nostalgia policy I never kept any of my childhood photo. He sent me photos from my 4th, 5th and 10th class. Its amusing to see myself and others . Now that I am 6 feet with V shaped facial structure , its funny to see myself so small n tiny with 100% round gulab jamun shaped face. In fact identifying myself would have been difficult had not been my thick glasses. The natural evolution and growth from 4th to 10th class is fascinating(in 10th class , we were of impression that we were fully grown men). There were so many tiny tots in the photographs whom I hardly remember. All people whom I grew up with but now looking back I couldn’t even remember few of their names.

Just for a moment, I tried to go back into past to remember my classmates but all I faced was huge mental block . Like in Bournes trilogy` I tried to re collect the past but with no avail. Like expert surgeon, I tried to cut through the hidden and forgotten debris in my depths of memory. I remembered nothing except few scraps of memory..some flashes of past from here and there . and that’s it. Nothing more. Occasionally I was able to figure out a name of a person.




I wonder where all these people are...friends,teachers etc..i rember one day as i was reading newspaper, i saw the obituary of my 5th class school teacher. wheels of time we can say surely catches up everybdoy. Wonder what everyone are doing. Wonder if they remember any of our classmates. Will I meet them again. Thanks to web technology, I know 2 classmtes who are on FB .Its funny in age of FB,Twitter, and shopping malls..there is every chance of meeting your long lost friend or bump into old acquaintance. Other day my boss who failed to offer proper service to client was trying to mollify tired client of ours. He made N number of rounds yet his loan was not through with fault from our side. To divert his anger, my boss start asking some personal questions. After many questions, both got shocked with each other as they discovered that they were school mates 30 years ago . now imagine this, meeting after 30 years ….now that’s what is Life is all about. Full of surprises and excitement.

till next update...keep smiling and stay blessed..sayonara