The travails of home-search in Bangalore

Having moved recently to Bangalore, I've been searching for a home to settle in. And oh the price-jolt that I got! I thought my years of savings will get me a dream villa, but the fact is it can only buy me a 2 bhk, and that too upon compromise, if I want to immediately move in.

I've been on this painstaking search, most evenings and weekend days and nights. As reality of prices set it, I compromised from villa to 4bhk, from 4bhk to 3.5 and now 3 bhk. I've been led around by fresh-constuction agents. A very highly commendable indiahomes.com to the agents who want maximum return out of minimum effort, and the so many generally good ones in between. Through these agents or through direct interaction, I met a lot of flat owners also. And all of them, such nice people. An Infoscion, other IT people, and people whose professions I may not know. But all of them, very smart, polite and good people. All very friendly, all cooperative, patient to my questions and queries.

It's been hard work. Losing weekends just watching one apartment to another. Driving long distances to and fro for these. Falling ill, perhaps due to travel in the sun, and perhaps the smoke and dust. The mental taxing due to the plethora of options and confusions thereof. Bangalore is at the hub of construction. It was a perfect analogy of "water water everywhere, but not a sip to drink".

In the end, the most credit was to family, especially my father-in-law, who help me most in the final lap. I guess this was part-guilt as his adherence to Vastu without workarounds was the main cause of making this journey so long. But I guess in the end it might turn worth it.

Although the apartment I've currently shortlisted might most likely be a good investment, I'm not sure I'd be too happy living in it. I honestly hope I adjust and let go and be more accepting of what's arriving. And more importantly, I pray to the auspicious moments and Gods to bless the next steps most.

The magic of breath

I heard Sri Sri Ravi Sankar say in a talk recently that our breath reflects our emotion. So amazing is that observation, yet something that's so apparent to us. Yet, what is said next was more important and contextual. He said, so through our breath, we can take control of our emotions again. For example, we breathe heavily when angry. So if we become aware of this when angry, and choose to take a deep breath instead, our feeling of anger dissipates. Try it, definitely works! And actually, we already do it to take control of our anger, don't we? Just that we never really thought that this can be applied to other situations too, for our benefit.

I've heard Sadhguru Jaggi Vasudev also reflect upon breath. He said nature hangs on a fine balance. All it takes for us to lose our life, is just a breath away. If we breathe out and don't breathe in, life is gone. He too advised for more awareness and towards meditation, to just be aware of our breath. He said that over time we'll begin seeing the clean cut between us and our life, through breath.

The whole Sudarshan Kriya from Sri Sri Ravi Sankar's Art of Living is about breath exercises. Yoga's essence I recently surmised from Sadhguru Jaggi Vasudev's teachings is about prepping up our jeevatma (life energy) to rise through the nadis passing by the chakras in the body and join the parmatman (universal energy), which really is what gives us moksha. Looking at it the other way, this might also explain why we are performing the asana better by just focusing on our breath and keeping the mind empty. The reason si really the other way round. The asana is meant for us to get control over our breath and activate the jeevatma to rise.

Indeed the mystery of the breath is profound. And at least I have found it very useful to be able to focus on it easier, to just realize how just one breath stands between human life and death.

Musings from the book 'Many Lives, Many Masters"

This is the true story of a famous Psychiatrist's experience with a patient whose therapy sessions led the Doctor to change his views on reincarnation. The author came to realize how blessed his life really was, how masters from other dimensions look over us all, how souls collaborate across lives and help each other out.

For the lay reader, the best part would be that death really is a beautiful and quick experience, not a turmoil as many of us perceive it to me. It also tells us that we don't really lose out on our loved ones. We keep meeting them across lives.

I had a couple of questions upon reading the book, which were answered in readings thereafter:

- Howcome the patient was able to say her previous life was (say) in 1800 BC. If she travelled to that era in hypnotisation, through her subconscious, how did she know she was in a pre-Christ era. The Doctor has explained elsewhere that come to think of it, she's communicating all of this in English. So there is a super-conscious that is communicating all this to us. That super-conscious calculates where it stands in the prior birth and is communicating to us. This for me was a convincing argument.

- Howcome each of the previous births was of a human. I heard in a recent audio hearing by Sri Sri Ravi Sankar, that once we take a human birth, we don't really go back to our previous karmic cycles of other animals. We simply keep repeating the human birth, until we realize moksha. This answered my other question.

Overall, reading this book really leaves you with a good feeling. That we are not really alone. And that we don't really leave people behind. We do meet them in afterlife. Life is a continuous channel.

The findings were consistent also with my learnings from Hinduism, and my own observations of how Nature is functioning through the single law of Karma.

Recommended reading.

Musings from the book "Sadhguru"

I'd never heard of Sadhguru Jaggi Vasudev before my friend Vikas recommended some Youtube videos of his. And for the first time, I found a guru/yogi/mystic who could speak in intellectual terms so impressively. It was only later that I read and learnt that he hobnobs with the people on top; the ones who run businesses and governments. That he's been invited to the World Economic Forum. I read about the Isha foundation and that its headquarters is in Coimbatore, not far from Bangalore. Incidentally, a friend in Infosys also said he practices the yoga exercises taught by the Isha foundation and finds them useful.

Vikas also had lent me the book "Sadhguru", which was about Jaggi Vasudev's life. It was very impressive, and quite an honest and brutal account of Sadhguru's life. The author Arundhathi Subramaniam easily shifts between providing an factual, as heard, account, and clinically incisive analysis of Sadhguru's life and personality.

Some things I found very interesting in this book:

- Sadhguru is fond of snakes. That he could confidently catch them in his younger days. That he made good pocket money with it. And worse, that he had a snake farm in his house!

- Sadhguru is fond of fast driving. Be it motorcycles or cars. This is the facet that my (perhaps) judgemental mind finds disconcerting. A guru who still retains such fondness! Maybe he's just teaching us about the true nature of life; the spiritual and the material need not be different. Or maybe he's just a vividly confident person who has the gift of the gab! Likewise, his love for seafood, golf, good clothes, all challenge the usual image of a mystic.

- How the Dhyanalinga was consecrated. All the things said about how the chakras in the nadis (life energy streams within the spinal cord) of 3 people initially and later just Sadhguru and his disciple Bharathi were brought and woven together, and are now held on like a living energy force by the Dhyanalinga.

- The incident of his wife's mahasamadhi. While the mouna-guru's mahasamadhi is touching, this one again the "logical" mind finds hard to believe.

- The presence of disembodied beings around the ashram during the performance of practices for the Dhyanalinga.

- Sadhguru's memories and recounting of his past births. His justification of how he is here to fulfill the Dhyanalinga process

- About black tea curing the poisonous bite.

For sure though, Sadhguru has psychic capability as recounted by a lot of his disciples. He clearly has ready wit and impressive speaking skills.

I want to believe all that he says and has experienced, for I believe that is truly how life runs (energy chakras). I'd like to join the Isha yoga course some time.

Let's hope Sadhguru is here to guide as many souls he can. I'm grategul to God for such an opportunity, to learn from a master

Reincarnate

The flowers in the wind today, have flown once before
The rain drops fall down, for the water evaporates
I have been here once, I just don't recollect

I have been a cow before, a snake and a human perhaps
I have been the vegetable, the fruit and the stone perhaps
As matter moved from gross to subtle, I have stayed unchanged
This life is just the chakras, and the energy it holds

I must met have wife before, my son and I share bond eternal
My sister, well-wishers, they were all there, and so we share this love forever..
But ever wish if to be born that, I be my parents son again..

Poems for Shravan: Round and Round

Round and Round and Round and Round
Fan is going Round and Round
Shravan is watching up and up
Still fan is going, Round and Round

(Song for Shravan when we he was an infant on the floor while we were changing his diapers)

Friends of Tibet

Friends of Tibet, do not forget
This India that hosted you, for decades at end
There was a time your own brother stabbed
Drove you away, from your own abode

This friend stood by, without regret
Despite bullying enemies, and pressures outset
For India saw your soul, as one of its own
For India found your company, is for its own good

The journey of spirituality is beyond all religion
All caste and race, that humans can frame
It is but once, the journey of the spirit
And who but friends, can walk together best

There will be a time, when India be no more
Crumbled to the Himalaya, we would be forlorn
India hopes at that time, your humble self lives on
Guides us all, to divine glory for all

Meditation-1

Life is so busy..always. If we choose to relax for some time, it's for sure at the cost of something else that could be done. Our body and mind might choose to forget, but in this day and age there is never a situation where nothing else could be done. Or philosophically looking at it, there never was such a time.

But such time is important. Some time in the day where you just disconnect, or better yet, meditate. If a person as busy as Steve Jobs could find time for his long walks, so can you. It was a contributor for his success, and so will be the time you take off daily, for you.

It is in such times that man needs to introspect. Where am I, as a Jeeva (Life), heading. At these times, we let our individual souls (Jeevatman) connect to the universal soul (Parmatman). Our spiritual beliefs might vary, but every path concurs that each of us is special. We were created for a purpose. It was the universal soul that created each individual soul, for a purpose. Else Life needn't have been given a soul. And as humans, we were created with even more responsibility. Else we, like most other animals, wouldn't be given consciousness. The point I'm conveying is the need to reflect. On our actions, our thoughts, our direction, and sometimes maybe nothing. Just be receptive to any thoughts that come in, from the universal soul.

I can assure you'll see a difference. At the very outset, will be things you forgot to do during the day. Which is a sign that you just awoke your subconscious. Such thoughts while helpful have a tendency to distract us from the meditation. Might sound silly, but would be a good idea to keep a pen and paper next to you. Write down the reminder so you can resume meditation without the fear of forgetting it again.

Some advise the need to force your mind to an object, or the spot near the eyes (trinetra or third eye). Swami Vivekananda advised beginners to just stop worrying about all this. Let the thoughts flow. You'll see it flying aimlessly. Just don't get frustrated by it. Slowly bring them back to the present. At some point you will find your breath slowing. Realize it.  (to be cont)

The true approach..

The breeze in the air, when it kissed my breath
I knew not then, that it touched my self
I had been beneath, shaken disbelief
I knew not then, the sky is within reach

The human mind is, at once of limiting will
But the true conscious is, of nature expansive
The skeptic, judging mind, knows not what made it
Thinks this is it, disagrees with no limits

But why blame the mind, the soul had fed its thought
Would you blame the coal, if you had fed it fire

True awareness is the goal, and also the process
There is no end to reach, only a journey you will alight

Purpose beyond comprehension

There was a fruit, he thought why he lives
Listless, he fell, to die in crash, and separation
But then came a beautiful boy, and biting fruit felt nourished
Healthy, happy, the little boy, blessed the fruit after death

Life holds meaning, perhaps unknown
Life holds purpose, perhaps irrational
But Life is Life, it's bigger than us
To inquire, to balance, to be aware is ours
Destiny, Moksha, life-after is not

My Home

Where the sun blesses its first rays into windows
Where the sun sets with crimson lights on yard
Where two floors exist, one to sleep and one exist
Where gardens surround and children play

Where meditation achieves its supreme perfection
Where laughters fill happy parents, children, grandchildren
Where I come back, tired and happy
Where I wake up, where I build memories and die

In such a home dear Lord, do I want to live

The Mystery of Dreams

Dreams are those, that we catch afloat
No time, no space, no constraint that bounds
A hero one time, and fearful at another
With long lost friends once, but alone and exposed next

What makes dreams, what constitutes it
Is one lifetime, of consciousness less
Is sleep a must, is dream as death

Mysteries abound, that science know not
The why and why not, but only the what
Some answers lie within, some with the guru
And some somewhere else, in karmic dimensions..

The snake and the rat

Sk sk sk sk, sk sk sk sk Hissed the snake in menacing might
Chu chu chu chu, chu chu chu chu Mocked the rat in sheer delight
Flabbergasted, baffled beholded, this strangest sight did I in eyes
What confidence, what self-assurance, had the rat with death no fright

And what a war broke out between them, there are no words to describe
Hissed and jumped and standing hairs, both on me and rat beware

I was such a stupid fool to, think that I am nothing here
Each has to play by his strengths, with God and even Death no fear

So the rat tired this snake out, and ran afar laughing away
And so did I with smile on face now, and new courage come what may

Nature is Blessed, Bathed in Rain

Parched in thirst, a year long wait
Mud and grime, and bird nest waste
Trees long most, for that first rain
Which washes and brightens, both leaf and trunk
Which cares for and nourishes, the deepest roots

Water from the Gods, that sip of nectar
Generously dispersed, seated on clouds
We thank your gifts, masters in the skies
New life is born, by sipping this nectar

I stay hands folded, beholding this beauty
The leaves I have seen, were never this green
As a beautiful woman, who steps out of water
As a dazzling butterfly, who rests on a flower

Why the delay, O dear Rain

Why O dear Rain, are you so late
You seem to have forgotten, you were to be here
We are waiting parched, the fields and the flowers
As animals and birds, we all look upwards

Why O pure water, do you keep us parched
Your mighty showers, we look forward to bath
The clouds still spread thin, silver as old man's hair
We look for the young, lush black heavy clouds

The sun still scorns, an extended summer's dry
O mighty rains come down, do humble his pride
The children will dance, as will peacocks for you
The farmer will shower blessings, just shower water will you!

Devoted to You

My Child, I am, Devoted to you
As none other, I will continue to serve you
You are a gift, the greatest one from God
I will hold precious, and forever cherish

They say, you are made, of the five elements
Your soul was forever, the sages would say
But I believe no, a part was me
My love, my prayer, my devotion eternal

Your little steps, make leaps, in my heart
The time with you, I ever feel complete
Your little antics, keep me always in cheer
A spontaneous smile, it happily breaks forth

As you grow, your pictures I glance
I may forget a little, but not your birth
That cry you let you, had me in smiles
What irony it is, the mystery of joy