ನಮಸ್ಕಾರ ಗುರು!!

My boy says hi… hope you have a wonderful day! :) Past couple of days, he’s been crying a lot… not sleeping much even at night! Guess babies cry and there’s nothing we can do about it, but for the parents it can sometimes be quite far from easy to do any ‘root cause analysis’ :mrgreen: …as Shruthi’s described in posts like Help! and The Sound Of Music.

Hope your good wishes are with him and all the children in the world… they are our future! :)

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(photo by Vijetha)

a simple flower

There was this small tree in a corner of our garden…

We even had a swing hanging from one its branches at one time… I used to climb on its branches and it was really nice to sit up there.

This same flower that I saw recently reminds me of those days.

And also a story I read recently in the remarkable book Old Path White Clouds by a Vietnamese monk Thich Naht Hanh… (and may be made into a mega-movie by Shekar Kapoor)

It was time for Buddha to give his usual discourse to the disciples. But he just sat silently. Everyone started to wonder what was going on. The assembly started to get restless. The Buddha then simply held up a flower. Held it up, but said nothing.

The entire assembly was confused. They tried to think of some great profound meaning of it.

Only Mahakashyapa, one of the senior disciples, smiled.

Seeing his smile, the Buddha said, ‘My true Dharma is transmitted to Mahakashyapa”

Without trying to interpret any meaning, any significance, Mahakashyapa had simply and completely experienced the flower as it was.

As simple as that :)

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See also: Just by hearing “This is a rose” you say, “Beautiful!” mechanically. You have not felt the beauty; you have not sensed the beauty; you have not touched this flower. Just “Rose is beautiful” is in your mind; the moment you hear “rose”, the mind projects and says, “It is beautiful!”

rediscover nature's secrets

Nature’s secrets… not the secret of the ants and the birds and the mountains or the seas… but one’s own nature as well…

…only requires a slight shift in perspective to rediscover them with delight…

the awakening

Step 1: naanonthu yedheLallappa!
there’s no way I’m going to wake up!

Step 2: seri yochane maaDthini
ok let me consider the option

Step 3: aithappa nODONa…
Ok lets see….

Step 4: nijavaaglu yeddelLebeka

do I really need to wake up

Step 5: hecchu kaDime yeddebute konege…
more or less finally woke up…

Step 6: yeddu yenappa uddaara maaDbekaagide
what do I do waking up

Step 7: innu aidhu nimsha
5 more minutes

Step 8: seri, yen samaachaara…
Ok, what news…

Step 9: adh yen gOLina prapanchakke bandidinappa!
What miserable world have I come into!

Step 10: yenaadru maaDkOLrappa nanpaadage nanna bitbudri
do whatever you want, just let me be

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Photos taken by my wife Vijetha, they’re obviously better than what I would’ve managed… ;) Can we put all these pictures online, I wondered. Our son belongs to the whole world, not just us, she mused. Hope he’s brought a smile to all readers here (in case there are any) :mrgreen:

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See also: reunion with an old friend

different colors for different situations

 When Sanjay was a little boy, in usual situations when he didn’t really need anything from his (late) Dad, he’d be a hopeless tantrum throwing brat! :evil:  And when he needed something, he’d be like this son with the halo hovering over his head - a respectful reverential boy ever ready to serve his Dad’s slightest bidding :mrgreen:   

And once in a way, his Dad would patiently suggest “onde tara irbeku koNo” – “one should be consistent”.

He understood this a little better only many years later… as he learnt about masks and learnt to simplify himself by taking them off… not an easy task, because even after starting to try, the habit of putting on masks kept coming back once in a way.

He smiles at the old memory, knowing that any regrets about then would only mean regretting about now, because he still has no clue how much of darkness he’s engulfed in right now!  :roll:

beyond fluctuating opinions

If we think about when we were kids, we kept changing our opinions. Once a kid wants to be an autorickshaw driver for a few weeks. Then for the next 6 months he wants to be a pilot. Then next 2 years he wants to be a tabla musician. Then he thinks of becoming an army officer for next 2 years! Just an example of the way opionins keep changing… almost anyone can relate to this. (And hopefully atleast some of us may never outgrow this! ;) ) Something that’s so terribly crucially vitally important at one time, looks so trivial later on in hindsight. Eg ideas based on somebody else’s ideals, or some philosophical books, they don’t generally stand the test of time.

But then why do opinions change? 

Maybe as new information gets learnt about the world, the opinion changes?

But then, aren’t there any opinions that do not fluctuate much – which do withstand the ravages of time?

Maybe these are the opinions that are based more on actual experience, one’s own experience?

Some close to Sanjay since his childhood who’ve been victimized with many of his writings since then – have confidently speculated that he only writes because he has nothing better to do. No responsibilities, no major ambitions, none of all that kind of jazzy thing. They were sure he’d sooner or later lose his interest once he got into a job. And he started working, but kept writing. “Once he gets married, then he won’t have any time…”  Then he got married but did not slow down. “Once he has a kid, that’s the end of all his nonsense” And he had a son, but he kept writing,

Whatever he wrote were merely notes about what he learnt. (Last thing he really cared for was any publicity or name as a writer. For a profession, he’d stick to his computers and engineering for the forseeable future).

And when he looked back occasionally at his notes (not everything on his site), he was expecting that opinions had changed over time. But he was amazed to realise that there was a significant fraction of what he’d written, even many years ago, which he could still stand by – hadn’t changed.

One of the examples about a timeless opinion: to always keep learning - to keep on striving beyond the safety and security of what he “knew” – into the unknown.

Any other examples of your own, or any other opinions on fluctuating/timeless opinions, you could share it here. :)

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PS: One of my friend’s favorite quotes is “Opinions are like a$$oles – everyone has one but nobody wants to smell anybody else’s” :mrgreen: So in the context of this post, rather than taking the word opinion too literally, one could also substitute it with: ideas, thoughts, beliefs, etc.

facing mistakophobia

I made so many mistakes in my life; wish I had committed some more! says Suresh, and these were some comments (edited) which unluckily for you I thought of sharing with you as well…  ;)

Being worried about consequences of mistakes are the biggest factor for a person to be indecisive, to want to cling on to safety within a circle of comfort, without ever venturing beyond it. Dr. Paul Fleischman says “Everyone likes the idea of being purified by a dip in the Ganges, but to anyone standing on its banks as it emerges from the mountains at Rishikesh or Hardwar, icy cold and with a dangerous current, there has to be a moment of hesitation, if not outright retreat, before the actual plunge.

Short story from maktub from the website of Paulo Coelho

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When the wanderer was ten years old, his mother insisted that he take a course in physical education. One of the activities required him to jump from a bridge into a river. Early in the course, he was paralyzed by fear. Each day, he stood last in line, and suffered every time one of those in front made his jump — because it would shortly be his turn. One day, the instructor — noticing his fear — made him take the first jump. Although he was still frightened, it was over so quickly that the fright was replaced by courage. The master says:

“Often, we can afford to take our time. But there are occasions when we must roll up our sleeves and resolve a situation. In such cases, there is nothing worse than delay.”

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the return of the common man

The common man has returned, with a bit more understanding of his commonality with all living things in the world than before. Just for fun, he’s decided to experiment with a different style of writing, based on an almost forgotten suggestion Sudhee had given him long ago. He’s going to try writing in third person effective from this post. This is only an experiment, and initially he’s finding it somewhat awkward but somewhat interesting. If he dosen’t find it natural after a while, he might get back to his earlier style again. Right now he dosen’t have much to say anyway, or maybe he has has volumes to say but dosen’t know where to begin :roll:

I'm not really all that interested in meditation by itself

Being just a novice in meditation, it dosen’t make sense to talk about it much, though I’ve ended up writing far too much already on this site! Anyone who comes here on their own can read it, but in person, I rarely ever say anything on the topic.

All my closest friends and family, who have known me since childhood, so many love, trust and respect me and we generally have good fun together. But even then, the few times I may even mention the word ‘meditation’ – all of them run away or change the chapter! :lol: I don’t blame them because maybe that’s the kind of image portrayed all over the tv and movies which are made just for entertainment. Some even sypmathise with me – “this is not appropriate for you at such a young age, you should be enjoying life, you are missing something”.

So felt its about time I clarify that I’m not really all that interested in meditation itself. Not that I need to justify, but I’m just writing this post in a weak attempt to build some understanding.

I love life immensely. So much that I want to live the uncompromisingly highest quality possible.

I’ve lived in rich classy places esp in my travels abroad. I’ve seen to a good extent the best that money can buy. They were all really nice and luxurious. But thinking that’s the ultimate would be the most unnecessary ‘sacrifice’ as they are petty and trivial compared to the deeper treasures Life has right out in the open!

I don’t recall when was the last time I ever felt bored about anything. “In order to live free and happily you must sacrifice boredom. It is not always an easy sacrifice” Richard Bach had written, and sacrificing boredom certainly isn’t that easy. Because its much more convenient to just curl up and watch some boring tv than do something that makes one feel more ALIVE!

Just one simple example looking around me, if I see some >ants, look at the way they communicate and build their entire colony, its so amazing! Or look at the way a spider builds its intricate web!

Or sharing a smile with a kid.

Its said that there are two ways to live life, as if nothing is a miracle, or where everything is.

Maybe in the former one we just satisfy ourselves with an abstract intellectual explanation like “everything is from God”. Say if I were to assume ‘God is up there’ then what about mother earth below our feet? So I prefer the latter one, where I don’t want to take the God concept just for granted. I want to be an intimate part of life’s deepest mysteries in the simplest of things.

And they are like secrets, as Suresh says, but all open secrets! The only reason they seem to be secrets is because that I’m just not receptive enough to listen. I need to empty myself, and become more receptive, more open, and less over-opinionated.

Anybody would be interested in the magnificient treasures of life – more than the key itself. The locks are my own narrowmindedness, selfishness, indifference – and so the key is needed to unlock my own heart – Meditation is merely the key! :cool:

Usually there would be some or the other difficulties in leaving for these long trips. But this time I’ve not gotten any hinderances from my home nor office – colleagues, customers, family everyone who is in some way dependent on me is supporting me this time which is super cool – am deeply grateful to them!

Everybody have fun, will come online again in mid-August or so… bye for now, take care ;)

how to be a good listener?

With one of my friends, sometimes after we’ve had a good conversation, I feel that my heart feels so light and unburdened. In fact some conversations are so absoulutely fulfilling that I become so happy at the end of it, irrespective of any outcome (or lack of it) of the conversation!

How come this happens? Then it hit me that she isn’t so full of herself that she lacks the patience to listen to me completely.

Then it hit me and I rediscovered the same old thing again – that when I’m listening to someone without being so full of myself – my own thoughts and misinterpretations and opinions and distractions – then I can become a good listener.

PS: Btw this particular friend happens to be my wife and hence the emphasis on ‘sometimes’ ;)