Ode to Mother Divine.

आज की कविता
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मातृ-स्तवन  
देह...? नहीं देवी तुम?
देह नहीं, देवी तुम!
वस्त्र...? नहीं देवी तुम?
वस्त्र नहीं, देवी तुम!
रमणी...? नहीं माता तुम?
रमणी नहीं, माता तुम!
लालसा...? नहीं परमेश्वरी?
लालसा नहीं परमेश्वरी!
मोह में बँधो मत,
नेह में बाँधो तुम!
तुम निर्दोष पवित्र प्रकृति,
किन्तु मन मेरा दुष्ट विकृति,
करो कृपा-कटाक्ष-निक्षेप,
हर लो मेरे क्षोभ-विक्षेप।
जानूँ मैं कि मैं देह नहीं,
जानूँ मैं कि नहीं मैं वस्त्र,
और नहीं हूँ मैं पशु-मन,
लेकिन फिर भी हूँ सर्वत्र,   
मैं व्यापक प्रकृति मुझमें,
वह व्यापक मैं भी उसमें,
मैं वह नहीं परस्पर भिन्न
हम जीवन, जीवन का उत्स ।
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Ode To Mother Divine!
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Are you the body? 

Are You not The Mother?

You are not the body, 

You are but The Mother!

Are you the garb? 

Are You not The Mother?

You are not the garb, 

You are but The Mother!

Are you a woman? 

Are You not The Mother?

You are not the woman, 

You are but The Mother!

Are you the passion? 

Are You not The Mother Supreme?

You are not the passion, 

You are but The Mother Divine!

Don’t bind me in the attachment,

Bind me in Your devotion pure!

You Are immaculate nature pure,

My mind is but a vile ghost. 

Cast upon me the glance of Grace,

Drive away all my agony and fault.

May I know I am not the body,

May I know I am not the vesture.

 And though not the animal-carnal 

But Love all-embracing.  

I am all-pervasive so nature,

We two are in one-another.

We two are not distinct

We are but the Life succinct.

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Attraction of the porn

Attraction of the porn
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Attraction of the porn is an indication of the suicidal instinct. 
One hates oneself so utterly, extremely that wants to kill oneself though at the same time also wants to see and enjoy this fact that he / she has succeeded in killing oneself.
Logically, and by common sense also, that is quite impossible, A contradiction in itself.
And though one is exhausted and in exhaustion finds a temporary respite from / for oneself, relief from agony, mistakes the same as a joy, this is but a state of unconsciousness where sensitivity is at its lowest, so the agony seems to have gone. 
The chimera goes to slumber for the time being, has a lease of another life, returns soon with a vengeance and embarks upon the same foolhardy adventure again and again.
This vicious cycle continues till one is finally, really dead in the clinical terms.
Like a log of wood turned into a corpse, and cremation is the only the best and the most respectable way of disposing off the mortal remains.
Understanding the futility of this whole activity / phenomenon is the only possible release from and ending of this enigma.
This understanding is not achievement of a newer skill on the part of the mind, rather than that, is the result of keen observation of the whole fact. This is prompted by realizing the urgency of the moment. Facing, accepting and responding the challenge of the moment. Returning to the pristine and pure innocence of the mind, of which one was aware of, before one was caught into this trap because of unawareness / inattention / ignorance / negligence. 
This needs tremendous energy, great insight, intelligence and will that is there by realizing the movement of the moment.
No-one dies twice, though could have a new birth every moment.
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The Hindi Translation of the above post is here :   
पोर्न के प्रति प्रबल आकर्षण आत्महत्या करने की प्रवृत्ति का द्योतक भी हो सकता है । ऐसी प्रवृत्ति किसी भी कारण से मन में पनप गई हो, यह प्रवृत्ति रखनेवाला स्वयं से इतनी अधिक तीव्र घृणा करता है कि वह समाप्त हो जाना चाहता है । क्योंकि वह स्वयं की ही दृष्टि में अत्यन्त निन्दित होता है अपराध-बोध से ग्रस्त होता है, और इस अन्तर्द्वन्द्व से सामञ्जस्य न कर पाने से यही एकमात्र रास्ता उसके पास शेष रह जाता है । एक ओर तो वह खुद को मिटा डलना चाहता है, दूसरी ओर यह देखने की खुशी भी महसूस करना चाहता है कि आखिर उसने अपने को खत्म कर ही दिया । स्पष्ट ही है कि तर्क की दृष्टि से और व्यावहारिक रूप से यह नितांत असंभव है । और यदि वह आत्महत्या कर भी ले तो भी इसका कोई प्रमाण किसी के पास क्या हो सकता है कि मरने के बाद उसकी क्या स्थिति हुई होगी ?  यद्यपि अपने इस शौक / व्यसन के माध्यम से वह अत्यंत थककर, क्लांत होकर निढाल भी हो जाता है, उस समय उसके मन की संवेदन-क्षमता अपने न्यूनतम स्तर तक पहुँच चुकी होने से वह अचेतप्राय हो चुका होता है, जहाँ न सुख का पता चलता है न दुःख का, किन्तु दुःख का पता न चलने से दुःख मिट तो नहीं जाता । शायद उसके लिए पोर्न एक निश्चेतक (Anasthesia) की तरह काम करता होगा । किन्तु सुख-दुःख के बोध और संवेदन के अभाव की इस स्थिति को वह भूल या भ्रम से ’सुख’ समझ बैठता है । यह थकान बलपूर्वक उसे क्षणिक विश्राम और कृत्रिम शांति में धकेल भी देती है किन्तु यह विश्राम बदले में उसकी जीवन-ऊर्जा का बड़ा अंश चुरा लेता है और वैसा विश्राम कदापि नहीं होता जैसा मनुष्य को स्वाभाविक नींद सोकर उठने के बाद महसूस होता है । स्वाभाविक नींद के दौरान तो मनुष्य तो और भी नई जीवन-ऊर्जा से भर उठता है । 
पोर्न का यह आकर्षण, यह शौक या व्यसन-रूपी पिशाच यद्यपि इसके प्रभाव में प्राप्त हुई अचेतावस्था के दौरान कुछ समय के लिए निष्क्रिय हुआ जान पड़ता है किन्तु थोड़ी ही देर बाद पहले से भी अधिक ताकत के साथ प्रतिशोध की क्रूर भावना लेकर पुनः आक्रमण करता है ।  पुनः उसी स्वविनाशकारी मूर्खतापूर्ण दुस्साहस में जुट जाता है । यह दुष्चक्र तब तक चलता है जब तक कि उसका शिकार वास्तव में चिकित्सकीय अर्थों में मर नहीं जाता । और ऐसी मृत्यु आत्महत्या के स्वैच्छिक या अनैच्छिक प्रयास के रूप में, हत्या के शिकार होकर या दुर्घटना, बीमारी, अनियंत्रित विक्षिप्तता आदि से,  किसी भी बहाने से हो सकती है ।
तब मनुष्य शव होकर रह जाता है, लकड़ी के लट्ठे की तरह जिसे अग्नि में समर्पित कर देना ही उसके प्रति सर्वाधिक उत्तम, सम्मानपूर्ण व्यवहार हो सकता है ।
इस पूरी गतिविधि को ठीक से समझ लेना ही इस विवंचना की समाप्ति और समाधान है । इस प्रकार की समझ मन की कोई विशेष दक्षता, बौद्धिक कौशल नहीं बल्कि पुनः मन की उस निर्दोष शुद्ध, पवित्र स्थिति की ओर लौट जाने से होती है जिसमें इस शौक / व्यसन के शिकार होने से पहले मन अनायास ही था, किन्तु अनवधान, लापरवाही, प्रमाद और मूढतावश इसमें फँस गया । इसके लिए निश्चित रूप से प्रखर अन्तर्दृष्टि, गहरी इच्छाशक्ति, संकल्प और अदम्य ऊर्जा भी अत्यन्त आवश्यक होते हैं । और यह सब कोई अवश्य ही अपने सच्चे हितैषियों से, शुभचिन्तकों से भी प्राप्त कर सकता है, और उन्हें दे भी सकता है, या यूँ ही जीता हुआ खुद भी विनष्ट हो सकता है और दूसरों को भी विनष्ट कर सकता है ।
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A dream repeated.

The Flute-player.
After some 3 years, yesterday-night I had the same dream again.
Though this time quite another incident took place in my dream.
The place was the same big building where last time Krishna had helped in getting rescued. 
This time this was like a tall multi-story where there were 4 or 5 floors above the ground-floor.
There might have been a hundred blocks on each floor.
I was at the door where I had reached after a long journey.
There was the man at the reception and asked me my name and nationality.
I was surprised that he though looked like an Indian, could not recognize me.
“Oh! So you didn’t book your suit in advance?” 
He asked me.
“No, I never knew I need to do that for getting accommodation here.”
“O.K. Take any key from that key-board and go to the entrance.”
There were about a dozen keys and I couldn’t decide which one to choose.
“May I help you?”
He asked.
“Oh, thanks… “ 
I mumbled.
He came to me. Pointing out the keys, he said remember the number marked at the place where-from you take the key. When you go to the upstairs you shall come across yet another door, a gate in fact, with many a key-holes jaded into it. And open that door by inserting your key in the key-hole where the relevant number is marked.
I was confused so he came with me to help further even more.
Look, I have this flute. He pulled-out a flute from the rope-like belt which he had upon his waist tied to hold the dress at the place. He took the flute and inserted its flat-end in a key-hole which was marked with the word ‘Flute’. He took my hand and we both found the gate slowly sliding and opening into a sky-like space. As if we were going to jump-down from a plane in a parachute.
“But I have no key with me!”
I was frightened. 
“Choose one from here.”
He pulled-out a bunch of keys from his pocket and gave to me. 
“I can’t take it out from ring. “
I said.
“No need to take any. Just note the mark on the key. And remember it when you have entered your place.”
I chose one and remembered the same.
In a second he clasped me and we both dived-down from the gate into the boundless sky. There was no earth where we could land upon. But in the next few seconds I (in the dream) found myself on my terrace, at the same place where I presently live at.
But I couldn’t understand if this was part of my dream or what I was doing before I came here on my terrace.
But while I was thinking this and was utterly perplexed, I felt I could fly in the sky and was going like an arrow upwards towards sky, and was sure this was the part of dream.
Soon I reached the same gate and found there the gate with many key-holes but had no idea how to open the same and enter. Then I remembered the word which I had noted a while ago.
I uttered the word before the key-hole where was the same was clearly visible to me.
And Lo! The sliding-gate moved and let me in.
There was the guy sitting at the reception-counter, playing his flute with sounds that made me crazy.
“What next?”
I was a bit angry.
You see, who-so-ever comes to me, I tell him how to choose his own accommodation. And the same gate opens by inserting the relevant key at the corresponding key-hole. And the same vent leads them to their desired accommodation, which could be heaven or hell of their own will and choice. Then they enter and forget the mark they themselves had chosen and start quarreling with one-another.
While we were having this dialogue, suddenly I saw a big crowd who had come to that building. They all were there but no one could come near us because of the strong glass-wall that parted them from us (me and him).
When I woke-up it was 4:39 in the morning.
And I had no doubt this time this was really at the place where I am typing this text, not the continuance of the dream. And yes, I do remember my word that was given to me by the flute-player. I hope could utter when I finally leave this place for good.

An Eternal Voyage.

An Eternal Voyage.
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She : Vinay hello ! My master! How are you? I have fever, ... But I'm happy because I have been with my dad in the last 10 days: he came to visit me here.
I bought my own copy of "I am that" (the other one is at my home in Sicily) and this always answers my questions.
In addition, this makes me feel more, I'm near to you <3.

Me : Happy to know you have a copy of 'I AM THAT'. This book really helps much more in long time. When-ever you open a page you get something to push you ahead on the path of understanding life and yourself. And this goes on smoothly without letting you know how far you have changed, though at the core, You are ever so unchangeable /  Changeless / immutable . 
We call this essence of the Self / Life as the immutable Reality. अविकारी  'AvikArI'. 
That never undergoes mutation or  deformation. Which never deteriorates. 
Happy Voyage into the Eternal.
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What is Education? And, What is schooling?

What is Education? And, What is schooling?
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Me...अधि-इतः अधीतः , अधीयते meaning to know, to go through, to learn, to edit / edict, > अध्यापयति > अध्यापन, अध्यापक, अध्यापिका, means to teach , 
शाला > शालेय > school, schooling, shoal (a group of fish) scholar, This is how this word came into English. I had translated into Hindi a book "शिक्षा क्या है?" by J.Krishnamurti (Talks with Students : Varanasi 1954) which was published by Rajpal &Sons Kashmere Gate, Delhi. This contains 18 talks about "What is Education?"
Q...Yes,  I have that book ...
Me... yes, Thanks. Because you asked, I felt like commenting, so that others too may know. Education is in fact knowing and facing 'Life' anew from moment to moment. without letting the mind caught into 'knowledge' and 'information' which hamper the natural awareness, freshness of perception. When we see life through 'thought' and memory, we stop 'learning'. We become stale, repetitive, but when we accept every new situation in a new way, we grow.
Q.... How enlightening ... 
Me...This is what I learnt from J.Krishnamurti.
We are a new person with every passing moment... we gain knowledge about life , about ourselves and people around us , . 
Q....Can we term it as experience too ? Is experience another name to education ... 
Or what about schooling ... does schooling destroys person's own vision. ....
Me...Experience teaches us many things mostly of the technical kind. That has its utility. But when experience projects a psychological-time, we get caught into a groove. We start imagining 'I will do / be / gain / lose, this, this and this,' This traps the mind into the idea of oneself being a person in time and space. And this person, only the idea is further strengthened by experience'. So this is an endless chain. But once we understand that this 'person' is only a formal utility but not a Reality, we see 'experience' in true light. And never long for experience anymore. Neither good, nor bad, nor beautiful or ugly. As far as life matters one needs technical education, how to use machines, apps, devices, And like this 'thought', language also. This does not mean we should be a slave to them or glorify those things.
Q...Thanx ...
Me...I'am of the view that present way of education and schooling had greatly harmed the whole society all over the world. This system of 'educating' people is basically defective because education and teaching are basically communication and not inculcating 'thought' and 'ideals'. We should teach to students 'How to think', but till date we have taught and have been taught 'What to think?'. And that is the fundamental error in the whole present-day education-system all over the world. We are taught religion, which are but different sets of 'thoughts' and we keep comparing and contrasting them, The human mind has been thus so much split and fragmented and we are still following the same divisive pattern.
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J. Krishnamurti to me.

J.Krishnamurti to me.
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Sri Ramana Maharshi has been my God,
Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj has been my Guru,
But Sri J.Krishnamurti has been very own Self.
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I never knew what these supposedly great people said about J.Krishnamurti. I could never get a chance to meet Him in person, though I from the moment I heard about Him, felt instinctively so, and never had any doubt that He was / Is my own very Self. 
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Glucose, Sugar and Diabetes..

Glucose, Sugar and Diabetes.. 
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संस्कृत / saṃskṛta roots...

उक् उङ् उच् (उज्) उञ् उट् उण् उप् उम् उत् उन् (उय् उर् उल् उव् उश् उष् उस्) 
uk uṅ uc (uj) uñ uṭ uṇ up um ut un (uy ur ul uv uś uṣ us) 
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उज् > uj > ओज (ओजस्) >  oja (ojas) > 
हिंदी > hindī > ओस > osa > dew, अवसू > avasū  > 
उष् > uṣ > उषा > uṣā > ओषधि > ओषधि > Medicine,  
पॄ > पॄ > पृक्तं > pṛktaṃ >  
पृक्तोजस् > pṛktojas  >
पॄ > pr̥̄
 > परि > pari > peri > ripe(n),
>  
गल् > gal > गलीय >  galīya > Gly
गलीय ओजस् / ओष्  > galīya ojas / oṣ > glucose,
मल /  mala 
> माल > māla
 > मलतः > malataḥ > 
मलतोज > malatoja 
> मालतोज > mālatoja > maltose,
> लिह् > lih (to lick)
 > लिक्त > likta > sucked (liquid, juice, milk)
> Lactose. 
 > शुक्र > śukra > Venus, sugar,
> शक्र > śakra  > मेह > meha > Cloud / Indra (The Vedika God of Clouds and rains) 
> मेघ > megha > Cloud / Indra,
> मघ > magha > Cloud / Indra,
> मघा > maghā > The Constellation,
 > मघवा > maghavā
 > मधुमेह > madhumeha
 > प्रमेह > prameha > enurea,
 > उर् > ur > उरीय > urīya
 > उरीन > urīna > urine,
 >  
 > शर्करा > śarkarā  > sugar,
> शुक्रौज > śukrauja > sucrose,
> मधु > madhu > honey,
 > मद > mada > madness,
 > माद > māda > madness / lunatic, 
> उन्माद > unmāda > excitement, 
 >  मदिरा > madirā > wine, intoxicant,
 >  > पृक्तौषधि > pṛktauṣadhi > fructose,

Pedagogic

Pedagogic 
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संस्कृत / saṃskṛta > पठ् > paṭh > to study, read, learn, 
संस्कृत / saṃskṛta > पठज्ञ > paṭhajña > One adept in teaching / study , scholar.
संस्कृत / saṃskṛta > चर्या > caryā > to care, to cure, 
संस्कृत / saṃskṛta > पद > pada > feet ,
संस्कृत / saṃskṛta > पितृ > pitṛ  > पिता > pitā  > Father, पैत्र > paitra  > patriarchal 
The above vocabulary (वाक् बलः ईय> वाक्बलरीय)  gives us clues how 

Pedicure , Pediatrics, (US : Pediatrics) Padre, Father, Pedagogue / Pedagog,

pedicure, pedophilia, might have originated from terms which have their meaning in संस्कृत / saṃskṛta well-derived and testified from the basic roots of  संस्कृत / saṃskṛta.

So we see how :

Pedagogue means 'Learned', or one associated with scholarship.

Father is the male parent as well as the one who helps in baptizing. 

On the other hand pedophilia means the condition of being sexually attracted towards children.

पैत्र > paitra  > patriarchal helps us understand the love of father for the child.

संस्कृत / saṃskṛta > पितृ > pitṛ > gives us 'Peter' (Saint?) or Peter (Simon) of Bible? Who knows?

A man of sane mind could not imagine that this could have a sexual-tone like Oedipus or Electra-Complex which we have known in the Development and Progress and new 'research' ' in Psychology of Date.

But the same Fatherly affection of a male-parent towards one's son / daughter has been distorted and took the form of pervert kind - 'pedophilia'.

In the same way from here we derive 'pedo' for 'child' and 'philia' for love / sexual-lust.

The Philosophy and Theosophy too hint at this.

And then we 'coin' a newer word  :

Pediatrics, (US : Pediatrics).

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