Way to leave the body

 This is again a personal thought. Unverified, but still may resonate with a few others who would have similar third person view on this topic. 

I normally think and would verify internally how it's mentioned in gita or any other reference books which i have read. Maybe the thoughts have already been shaped by reading these books or stories. But nevertheless.

The end goal of any being is peace. Realising that the being is not a separate self. That he/she is part of the universe which moves on its own. Realising that he/she can at most just observe the cosmic game, of its past or present or future. 

When the body would not be able to carry the being, the state of the being should be in path to the above realisation. Eventual destination of all beings would be this above realisation only, but if someone wants to pace up the realisation, he/she should strive to follow the processes to achieve this state. 

Discipline for training the body to handle any unexpected harm (injury or illness or any other setback) would be needed, so that the mind is still focussed on the path. Any work should be happening at such a depth where the being forgets that he/she is the doer. His/her involvement would be so much that the body works on autopilot mode, and as soon as work is done, he/she ensures that there is no compromise happening on the path. This may happen subconsciously or consciously by discipline. But at the same time, ego has to be kept in check, which could obstruct in the path by telling to mind that it is 'me' who is having this discipline, no one else ... etc. A healthy body can keep this as a daily routine. Leaving body anytime in this state would be keeping the being closer to path. It would also matter what the person is remembering at the time of leaving the body, but that is a different topic and I can not think much about it. 

For unhealthy bodies, the challenge is greater. The unhealthy bodies would not let the being think with determination, may even obstruct in thinking itself. They may need external help. Environmental calmness, daily routine, making habits of reciting prayers, chants for connection with the flow of the universe may tune the bodies and beings in sync. 

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Maturity Over time

 We are born to mature. To realise that we are no different, that we are all the same.

Particles in brownian motion in this space , in this universe. The random directions in which the particles move, they are so similar to the random events in life our bodies go through. We are born to realise that this is not us that are getting affected. We would always have an observer inside us who is seeing, and then we decide whether we are going to get carried away by the event or just ignore it.

In long run, it does not matter whether we grew up in one direction or another. It's all same in the sight of the universe. Its a game of nothingness, hiding behind infinite randomness. 

I remember there was an old physics teacher K N Thomas in my 9th class. He taught us using live examples, like for less resistance in thicker wire is shown by asking us to visualise a wide road, which will have very less obstruction(resistance) in flow of traffic (electrons), and same logic for thin wires having high resistance. He told us many more examples like this.
He told us that we should observe things just like a person who would come from Mars to earth for the first time, then we would fundamentally understand whatever science there is.
A few years later, one more teacher, Vandana Adhlakha (she taught us english) told the same thing. Some more years another English professor in my college stressed in the same thing. That to be able to see things clearly, one should assume that he does not know anything about it, as if he has come from.Mars.
The curiosity is what keeps many people alive. Curiosity for something greater and bigger! Because no one can claim that he is the greatest thing the world can boast of. There is always something unknown to even the best of knowledgeable people.
Learning becomes a perennial process for people who are curious. This curiosity keeps their he arts and mind fresh and young

Sacrifice for something

 We often see instances of sacrifices around us. In the less developed nation that India used to be when we were growing up, we had seen how a mother would eat less so her child eats more, or how one kid would give up his schooling as he had to start earning money for his family. 

I don't think sacrificing is ever easy. The things which make up who we are, those things are the only ones that we let go of. A so called part of you, physical or non, will part with you. 

The only thing that motivates a person wo give up one of his part is the vision of bigger picture, in front of which (s)he is hardly anything. The mother would not even think twice before giving her share of food to her kid. It's the kid that has to grow, that her share of growth is no more important than kid's. The elder member would be content seeing that his siblings are attending to school because of his working. That his education is nothing in front of the little kids who still have scope to change the world outside their homes.

The soldier ready to give up his life for saving a civilian, the father eager to save a million for well being of his kids... these all are stories which may just indicate that every living being knows that there are things greater than they themselves. 

This is true of everything. There is always something greater than anu other thing. When one sacrifices a thing, (s)he gets closer to the nature, his share of ego (that kept him/her in a separate shell) has got parted with the thing let gone. Sacrificing is the truest , credible way to lose one's self slowly and slowly.

A heartful bow down for parts of those who sacrifice :)  

Importance of parents

 It has come out of a discussion among us siblings, but still the talks made me very emotional. My sis said that when papa mummy are gone, she will be nothing and she will not come to house. 

I hold the same thought. I will be nothing without my parents. But I will have to be something, because I created my kids, whom I have to nurture till they become ready. 

I can write a lot on my father, but that will be maybe at some other time. For now let me just write down what comes from inside...

I love him. He is like a kid now, getting angry every now and then, but I remember the time he was like a lion. That what he did was right only, and could not have been wrong in any way. May be with time, he got weak and made some less right decisions, but that will never remove the mark he has put by doing the things he has done right. Spending on kids education, girl or boy ; never differentiating between gender (I actually came to know that some parents differentiate after I read about these issues in college time) ; selling land to a petty couple so that their family gets flourished, and never looking back again at what he had just donated ; coming out of village when he realised the intentions internally in family ; regularly giving back money to his village home till the theft incident ; still keeping in touch with his brothers ; never leaving contact with someone who works with him ; leaving everyone feeling good, if there was no altercation of course.

Many many more points.

It is because of him that I studied. Maybe I can say once his tears saved me from thinking about taking any step which would bring any harm to me. I was never the same person when I saw tears for me in his eyes. He said how can my son go through so much pain. His tears were the medicine I needed. 

He has always wished for my growth, that I become a great contributor to the world. Not much these days, since I am just working like a common man now.

His opinion for every topic, both for and against that topic. It's super funny. The way he has protected my mother from any ill happening, I bow to him. He remains inspiration and a guiding light for many issues I come across in life, although not all. But that's ok. 

I remember the food I enjoyed in childhood. I do not enjoy the food now seldom, but that may be because of age. The food mother made, I remember. I will miss it, even now I miss. But this happens to everyone. Old times are cherishable.

There are many old things about my family which I remember and feel so good. Even in less, we did not worry. We were kids, with mother father as our pillar to hold on to. 

Lights used to go, we would go to our terrace, I would fan using newspapers or hand fan... all this happening in clear moonlight. Father sleeping on his cot alone. Mother and others sleeping around only. I would see some people walking by road in the moonlight. Would just think who made them go out of their house so late, then would think they can easily rush to their home is something happens.

Then light would come and we would go to our rooms. Father would also wake up, smoetimes he would go inside. Other times, will sleep outside only. He would bathe us everymorning, chanting the dohas and shlokas, which we hardly value now. Though I have started valuing them now.

His love for Ramayan. Mummy's faith in the unthinkable god, the unstatable God. Both my parents sometimes look like epitome of how a bhakt should be. But I have not seen this part of the world, the group of people who just live by God's name. So can not state about epitome with confidence. Just I feel that this is how dedicatedly a prayer should be done, if done.

Both of them keep working and laziness does not come near them. If it comes, it does not take precendance over other works. They tolerate for hope of better future. They warn about unhealthy signs. They love each other like friends and master-slave both ways, together. They show love whenever they feel, but control doing criticism immediately. for actions they do not approve of. 

They are weak now, but they used to be made of A1 class marble. I still see them as A1 class marble, having their shine hidden behind the wrinkled skin. Like they ignored my wrong works in my childhood, I can not help but ignore the things I do not agree to. 

We will also come to this stage. The cycle comes back around. Life comes back to teach us, I hope I am told what mistakes I did before reaching an old age, so that I make amends of it if possible. I wish the same for my parents too, however right I believe they are. They are also humans and prone to errors. 

For life there is no better human hero I have to look up to, other than my parents.

Life of a Soldier

I am not very much a believer in a religion by name of Hinduism, but I am like in concurrence with almost all of the things related to life and death mentioned in Hinduism. In my opinion, Hinduism word was never devised by our founding forefathers. From Sindhu (The Indus River) , Hindustan came and from Hindustan, Hindu came. Labelling a religion made it specific to certain group of people who agreed to most of the things preached by the religion, and if some thing mentioned in the religion did not appear agreeable to the mind, they would abide by the thing mentioned in the labelled religion.

I believe everything is as it is. Nothing (thought or action etc) is right or wrong, but everything has its outcome. Outcome would be pleasant or unpleasant.

I have a firm belief in Varna system mentioned in mythology texts. But I do not believe that the varna system is having any rigidity in terms of birth. Varna should be by action, as it was made on the basis of actions only. So by this thought, you can say that a so called brahmin family can have a Shudra as well, or a Sudra family may have a Brahmin in it  as well. But how the lives of the family members turn out later will determine their Varna. Brahmin was defined in textures as someone who has great knowledge about the universe and has or aspires to have true knowledge of anything that happens in the world. I can not imagine that I am surrounded by such great minds in this era. Most of the people I live around with either focus on their jobs or about family. The standards set in mind by the definition of Brahmin  are so high that I do not see many people fit. May be this is also true because of a limited circle of my own life. It only surrounds family and job, and all matters associated with these two. Four varnas, I believe, are made in hierarchy. Lowermost is the one which depends on other three. The one above the lowermost is the one which sustains the life of the other three. The one above this one is the one which protects the other three and the top most one is the one which guides the other three.

True, I do aspire to have a life of knowledge, but it is to me a puzzle that I do not know how to solve. Also I am not having time to solve either. Like a soldier, have promises to keep, and some distance, if not miles, before I sleep.

Wish things would change some day! :)

Long Long lives

We humans live a long life, long enough to correct most of our mistakes before we depart from the world. Yet, it is not generally the trend. Many leave the world as if they wanted to live more and had some more things to do.