Significance of a song!

In the highway, in the hedges, in the highway, in the hedges…. I’ll be somewhere working, I’ll be somewhere working…. I’ll be somewhere working for my lord.

Ok. I’ll not talk about the news. Bala Saheb, to Test Victory, to Ajmal Kasab and what now. The world it seems have been busy. But I have no feel of it. You know why? Because 6 months back, I took a huge decision of my life – to get rid of my TV connection. I can’t tell you what sort of a hell you guys are living in with that thing in your living room. I now know why the elite urban middle class of India can never enjoy nature, or empathize with the so called lower class – because they don’t see them, because they are busy watching TV, even when they are not watching it. Yes, yes.. you are right. I am a communist ЁЯЩВ

Ok. I’ll not talk about politics. Politics is insignificant, like money. I see the bemused look on your face. Yes money is insignificant. Not because we don’t need it, but because the things we want are usually not significant. The traditional religious ones say “kya lekar aaye the, kya lekar jana hai” … but that’s not my point. My point is – money has very less contribution to my quality of life RIGHT NOW. No, not in the future or the past, not in the abstract, but right now, in tangible form – it has very very little effect on my “quality of life”. I realized this during my last-three-year-stint at remotely managing our family farms in Vidarbha. One of our on-ground managers, earns close to 60,000 rupees a year, lives in a 3000 sq foot house built on land, eats healthy fresh vegetables, has three cows giving ample milk and dahi and ghee. I earn some n-times more than him, but I’m poorer than him. And I want to be rich. But money is not the only thing I need to earn. Yes, yes.. you are right. I am retrograde. ЁЯЩВ

Ok. Back to politics. Like money has very little effect on quality of life, similarly politics has very little effect on the country. That’s why they need the media. To make them ‘sound’ significant. Think about it. Without Indira Gandhi – there would have been no License Raj – people would have been free to enterprise, and we would have taken care of our good living. Manmohan Singh’s great deed of liberalization would not have been needed. The political forces just cancel each other’s effects. We people go on with our lives and make our own living environments (You can call them markets, communities, cultures – whatever). If there is something the state does, it hinders. I know, I know … you all are going to scare me with, the system breaking down, and chaos, and anarchy, and disease, and law and order situation and what not. I am too much an Indian to get scared by that. Keep a hand on your heart, and tell me – do you really think the law and order is okay because┬аof the government? Do you really think human nature needs a 60 year old book to organize itself? Yes, yes … I am an anarchist. ЁЯЩВ

If you are wondering why I started the post with that song, it’s because that song is from a George Clooney film. ЁЯЩВ

On Cultural Revivals … and Gandhi!

Had a discussion about Gandhi’s “Hind Swaraj“, and difference between western and Indian thought, and how good some old things were, and do we need a revival. And this came to mind:

рдЙрд╕ рд╕реВрдЦреЗ рдареВрдБрда рдкрд░ рдирдИ рдЯрд╣рдиреА рдкрд░ рдирдП рдкрддреНрддреЗ рдЖрдП рд╣реИрдВред
рдпрд╣ рдЙрд╕ рдкреБрд░рд╛рдиреЗ, рд╡рд┐рд╢рд╛рд▓рдХрд╛рдп, рдЫрд╛рдпрд╛рд╡рд╛рди рдкреЗрдбрд╝ рдХреА рдпрд╛рдж рдирд╣реАрдВ рджрд┐рд▓рд╛рддреЗ,
рдЬреЛ рдмреБрдвреЗ рдЬреНрдЮрд╛рдиреА рдмрд╛рдмрд╛ рдХреЗ рд╕рдорд╛рди рдерд╛, рдФрд░ рдЕрдм рдареВрдБрда рдмрдирд╛ рдЦрдбрд╝рд╛ рд╣реИред
рдпрд╣ рдЯрд╣рдиреА рддреЛ рдЖрдВрдЧрди рдореЗрдВ рдЦреЗрд▓рддреА, рдЫреЛрдЯреА, рдкреНрдпрд╛рд░реА рдмрдЪреНрдЪреА рдХреА рдпрд╛рдж рджрд┐рд▓рд╛рддреА рд╣реИред
рдкрддреНрддреЛрдВ рдХрд╛ рдЖрдХрд╛рд░ рднрд▓реЗ рд╣реА рд╡реИрд╕рд╛ рд╣реЛ,
рдкрд░ рдЗрд╕ рдЯрд╣рдиреА рдХреЛ рдлрд┐рд░ рд╡рд┐рд╢рд╛рд▓рдХрд╛рдп рдЫрд╛рдпрд╛рд╡рд╛рди рд╡реГрдХреНрд╖ рдмрдирдиреЗ рдореЗ рд╕рдордп рд▓рдЧреЗрдЧрд╛ред
рдХрд┐рддрдирд╛ рд╣реА рдЧреБрд╕реНрд╕рд╛, рдЖрдВрджреЛрд▓рди, рддрдорд╛рд╢рд╛ рдХрд░ рд▓реЛ,
рдкрд░ рдкреЗрдб рджрд┐рдиреЛрдВ рдореЗ рдмрдбрд╝реЗ рдирд╣реАрдВ рд╣реЛрддреЗред
рдирд╛ рд╣реА рдареВрдБрда рдЕрдкрдиреА рдкреБрд░рд╛рдиреА рд░реМрдирдХ рдХреЛ рд▓реМрдЯрддреЗ рд╣реИрдВред
рдЫрд╛рдпрд╛ рдлрд┐рд░ рдЪрд╛рд╣рд┐рдП,
рддреЛ рд╡рд╣ рдЫреЛрдЯрд╛-рд╕рд╛ рдареВрдБрда рдХрд╛ рддреБрдХрдбрд╝рд╛ рдвреВрдВрдвреЛ,
рдЬрд╣рд╛рдБ рдЕрднреА рдирдореА рдмрд╛рдХреА рд╣реИред
рдЙрд╕реЗ рд╕реАрдВрдЪреЛ,
рдФрд░ рдкреНрд░рд╛рд░реНрдердирд╛ рдХрд░реЛ рдХрд┐ рд╡рд╣рд╛рдБ рдПрдХ рдирдИ рдЯрд╣рдиреА рдлреВрдЯреЗ,
рдЬреЛ рд╕рд╛рд▓реЛрдВ рдмрд╛рдж рд╣рд┐ рд╕рд╣реА, рдкрд░ рдЫрд╛рдпрд╛ рдЬрд╝рд░реВрд░ рджреЗред
рддрдм рддрдХ рдмреБрдЬрд╝реБрд░реНрдЧреЛрдВ рдХреЗ рд╕реБрдирд╛рдП рдмреВрдврд╝реЗ, рд╡рд┐рд╢рд╛рд▓рдХрд╛рдп, рдЫрд╛рдпрд╛рд╡рд╛рди рдмрд░рдЧрдж рдХреЗ рдХрд┐рд╕реНрд╕реЛрдВ рд╕реЗ рд╣реА рдХрд╛рдо рдЪрд▓рд╛рдУред
рдФрд░ рддрдм рддрдХ,
рдХреЛрдИ рднреА рдорд┐рдирдЯреЛрдВ рдореЗ рдардВрдбреЗ рдЫрд╛рдпрд╛рджрд╛рд░ рдЖрд░рд╛рдо рдХрд╛ рд▓реЛрдн рджреЗ,
рддреЛ рдЙрд╕ рдкрд░ рд╡рд┐рд╢реНрд╡рд╛рд╕ рди рдХрд░реЛред

Aao ki khwaab bunein…

Found a gem by Sahir Ludhianvi:

рдЖрдУ рдХрд┐ рдЦрд╝реНрд╡рд╛рдм рдмреБрдиреЗрдВ, рдХрд▓ рдХреЗ рд╡рд╛рд╕реНрддреЗ
рд╡рд░рдирд╛ рдпреЗ рд░рд╛рдд, рдЖрдЬ рдХреЗ рд╕рдВрдЧреАрди рджреМрд░ рдХреА
рдбрд╝рд╕ рд▓реЗрдЧреА рдЬрд╛рди-рдУ-рджрд┐рд▓ рдХреЛ рдХреБрдЫ рдРрд╕реЗ рдХрд┐ рдЬрд╛рди-рдУ-рджрд┐рд▓
рддрд╛-рдЙрдореНрд░ рдлрд┐рд░ рди рдХреЛрдИ рд╣рд╕реАрди рдЦрд╝реНрд╡рд╛рдм рдмреБрди рд╕рдХреЗ

[ рд╕рдВрдЧреАрди рджреМрд░ == difficult time ]
[ рддрд╛-рдЙрдореНрд░ == till the end of life ]

рдЧреЛ рд╣рдорд╕реЗ рднрд╛рдЧрддреА рд░рд╣реА рдпреЗ рддреЗрдЬрд╝-рдЧрд╝рд╛рдо рдЙрдореНрд░
рдЦрд╝реНрд╡рд╛рдмреЛрдВ рдХреЗ рдЖрд╕рд░реЗ рдкреЗ рдХрдЯреА рд╣реИ рддрдорд╛рдо рдЙрдореНрд░

[ рддреЗрдЬрд╝-рдЧрд╝рд╛рдо == fast ]

рдЬрд╝реБрд▓реНрдлрд╝реЛрдВ рдХреЗ рдЦрд╝реНрд╡рд╛рдм, рд╣реЛрдЯреЛрдВ рдХреЗ рдЦрд╝реНрд╡рд╛рдм, рдФрд░ рдмрджрди рдХреЗ рдЦрд╝реНрд╡рд╛рдм,
рдореИрд░рд╛рдЬ-рдП-рдлрд╝рди рдХреЗ рдЦрд╝реНрд╡рд╛рдм, рдХрдорд╛рд▓-рдП-рд╕реБрдЦрди рдХреЗ рдЦрд╝реНрд╡рд╛рдм,
рддрд╣рдЬрд╝реАрдм-рдП-рдЬрд╝рд┐рдиреНрджрдЧреА рдХреЗ, рдлрд╝рд░реЛрдШ-рдП-рд╡рддрди рдХреЗ рдЦрд╝реНрд╡рд╛рдм,
рдЬрд╝рд┐рдиреНрджрд╛ рдХреЗ рдЦрд╝реНрд╡рд╛рдм, рдХреВрдЪрд╛-рдП-рджрд╛рд░-рдУ-рд░рд╕рди рдХреЗ рдЦрд╝реНрд╡рд╛рдм

[ рдореИрд░рд╛рдЬ-рдП-рдлрд╝рди == proficiency in an art form ]
[ рдХрдорд╛рд▓-рдП-рд╕реБрдЦрди == excellence in expression/poetry ]
[ рддрд╣рдЬрд╝реАрдм-рдП-рдЬрд╝рд┐рдиреНрджрдЧреА == good and civilized life ]
[ рдлрд╝рд░реЛрдШ-рдП-рд╡рддрди == nation’s progress ]
[ рдЬрд╝рд┐рдиреНрджрд╛ == prison cell ]
[ рдХреВрдЪрд╛-рдП-рджрд╛рд░-рдУ-рд░рд╕рди == the path leading to gallows]

рдпреЗ рдЦрд╝реНрд╡рд╛рдм рд╣реА рддреЛ рдЕрдкрдиреА рдЬрд╡рд╛рдиреА рдХреЗ рдкрд╛рд╕ рдереЗ
рдпреЗ рдЦрд╝реНрд╡рд╛рдм рд╣реА рддреЛ рдЕрдкрдиреЗ рдЕрдорд▓ рдХреА рдЕрд╕рд╛рд╕ рдереЗ
рдпреЗ рдЦрд╝реНрд╡рд╛рдм рдорд░ рдЧрдП рд╣реИрдВ рддреЛ рдмреЗрд░рдВрдЧ рд╣реИ рд╣рдпрд╛рдд
рдпреВрдБ рд╣реИ рдХрд┐ рдЬреИрд╕реЗ рджрд╕реНрдд-рдП-рддрд╣-рдП-рд╕рдВрдЧ рд╣реИ рд╣рдпрд╛рдд

[ рдЕрд╕рд╛рд╕ == basis ]
[ рджрд╕реНрдд-рдП-рддрд╣-рдП-рд╕рдВрдЧ == hand pressed under the force of a rock ]

рдЖрдУ рдХрд┐ рдЦрд╝реНрд╡рд╛рдм рдмреБрдиреЗрдВ, рдХрд▓ рдХреЗ рд╡рд╛рд╕реНрддреЗ
рд╡рд░рдирд╛ рдпреЗ рд░рд╛рдд, рдЖрдЬ рдХреЗ рд╕рдВрдЧреАрди рджреМрд░ рдХреА
рдбрд╝рд╕ рд▓реЗрдЧреА рдЬрд╛рди-рдУ-рджрд┐рд▓ рдХреЛ рдХреБрдЫ рдРрд╕реЗ рдХрд┐ рдЬрд╛рди-рдУ-рджрд┐рд▓
рддрд╛-рдЙрдореНрд░ рдлрд┐рд░ рди рдХреЛрдИ рд╣рд╕реАрди рдЦрд╝реНрд╡рд╛рдм рдмреБрди рд╕рдХреЗ

Iqbal

I never really got into reading much of Allama Iqbal. I knew that he’s the one who gave us the legendary “Saare jahaan se accha” and “ab tak magar hai baki naam-o-nishaan hamara“. My blog will tell you that I love Faiz, and almost any musical thing remotely Pakistani ЁЯЩВ … but Iqbal somehow never appealed to me. Untill the day before yesterday, when I heard “Kabhi ai haqeeqat-e-muntazar…”. By far the best modern “Sufi” composition, that I’ve read. The God is referred and not referred. It is a prayer and not a prayer. It is about love, and not about love. It is well, out-standing.

As Faiz would have said – “Jo Gayab Bhi Hai, Hazir Bhi. Jo Manzar Bhi Hai, Nazir Bhi”.

Here it goes:

рдХрднреА рдР рд╣рдХрд╝рд┐рдХрд╝рдд-рдП-рдореБрдиреНрддрдЬрд╝рд░, рдирдЬрд╝рд░ рдЖ рд▓рд┐рдмрд╛рд╕-рдП-рдордЬрд╛рдЬрд╝ рдореЗрдВ
рдХрд┐ рд╣рдЬрд╝рд╛рд░реЛрдВ рд╕рдЬрджреЗ рддрдбрд╝рдк рд░рд╣реЗ рд╣реИрдВ, рдореЗрд░реА рдЬрдмреАрди-рдП-рдирдпрд╛рдЬрд╝ рдореЗрдВ

[ рд╣рдХрд╝рд┐рдХрд╝рдд-рдП-рдореБрдиреНрддрдЬрд╝рд░ is long-awaited reality ] [ рд▓рд┐рдмрд╛рд╕ == attire ] [ рдордЬрд╛рдЬрд╝ == material ] [ рд╕рдЬрджреЗ == prostrations of prayer ] [ рдЬрдмреАрди == forehead ] [ рдирдпрд╛рдЬрд╝ == expectant / needy ]

рддреВ рдмрдЪрд╛ рдмрдЪрд╛ рдХреЗ рди рд░рдЦ рдЗрд╕реЗ, рддреЗрд░рд╛ рдЖрдИрдирд╛ рд╣реИ рд╡реЛ рдЖрдИрдирд╛
рдХрд┐ рд╢рд┐рдХрд╝рд╕реНрддрд╛ рд╣реЛ рддреЛ рдЕрдЬрд╝реАрдЬрд╝рддрд░ рд╣реИ рдирд┐рдЧрд╛рд╣-рдП-рдЖрдИрдирд╛рд╕рд╛рдЬрд╝ рдореЗрдВ

[ рд╢рд┐рдХрд╝рд╕реНрддрд╛ == broken ] [ рдЕрдЬрд╝реАрдЬрд╝рддрд░ == preferred ] [ рдирд┐рдЧрд╛рд╣-рдП-рдЖрдИрдирд╛рд╕рд╛рдЬрд╝ == eyes of the mirror-maker ]

рдирд╛ рдХрд╣реАрдВ рдЬрд╣рд╛рдБ рдореЗрдВ рдЕрдорд╛рдБ рдорд┐рд▓реА, рдЬреЛ рдЕрдорд╛рдБ рдорд┐рд▓реА рддреЛ рдХрд╣рд╛рдБ рдорд┐рд▓реА
рдореЗрд░реЗ рдЬрд╝реБрд░реНрдо-рдП-рдЦрд╝рд╛рдирд╛рдЦрд╝рд░рд╛рдм рдХреЛ, рддреЗрд░реЗ рдЕрдЬрд╝реЛ-рдП-рдмрдВрджрд╛-рдирд╡рд╛рдЬрд╝ рдореЗрдВ

[ рдЕрдорд╛рдБ == refuge ] [ рдЬрд╝реБрд░реНрдо-рдП-рдЦрд╝рд╛рдирд╛рдЦрд╝рд░рд╛рдм == wretched sins ] [ рдЕрдЬрд╝реЛ-рдП-рдмрдВрджрд╛-рдирд╡рд╛рдЬрд╝ == (gracious) forgiveness ]

рдирд╛ рд╡реЛ рдЗрд╢реНрдХрд╝ рдореЗ рд░рд╣реА рдЧрд░реНрдорд┐рдпрд╛рдБ, рдирд╛ рд╡реЛ рд╣реБрд╕реНрди рдореЗ рд░рд╣реА рд╢реЛрдЦрд╝рд┐рдпрд╛рдБ
рдирд╛ рд╡реЛ рдЧрдЬрд╝рдирд╡реА рдореЗ рддрдбрд╝рдк рд░рд╣реА, рдирд╛ рд╡реЛ рдЦрд╝рдо рд╣реИ рдЬрд╝реБрд▓реНрдлрд╝-рдП-рдЕрдпрд╛рдЬрд╝ рдореЗрдВ

[ рдЧрдЬрд╝рдирд╡реА == Mahmud Ghaznavi, a dominant ambitious ruler ] [ рдЬрд╝реБрд▓реНрдлрд╝-рдП-рдЕрдпрд╛рдЬрд╝ == hair-locks of Ayaz, Ayaz means slave – but her it refers to Malik Ayaz ]

рдЬреЛ рдореИрдВ рд╕рд░-рдмрд╛-рд╕рдЬрджрд╛ рд╣реБрдЖ рдХрднреА, рддреЛ рдЬрд╝рдореАрди рд╕реЗ рдЖрдиреЗ рд▓рдЧреА рд╕рджрд╛
рддреЗрд░рд╛ рджрд┐рд▓ рддреЛ рд╣реИ рд╕рдирдо рдЖрд╢рдирд╛, рддреБрдЭреЗ рдХреНрдпрд╛ рдорд┐рд▓реЗрдЧрд╛ рдирдорд╛рдЬрд╝ рдореЗрдВ

[ рд╕рд░-рдмрд╛-рд╕рдЬрджрд╛ == head held is prostration ] [ рд╕рджрд╛ == voice / call / echo ] [ рдЖрд╢рдирд╛ == lover ]

… and I have four different renditions, in four different compositions to share. Here they are:

Ibrar Ul Haq

Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan

Ghulam Ali

Rahat Fateh Ali Khan

Experiments, with Truth

In the town, where i was born, lived a man, who sailed to sea…
and he told us of his life, in the land of submarines…

No, this has nothing to do with The Beatles. I was born in Sewagram. This is where Gandhi (the original one) lived for a substantial part of his life. And he did sail to sea, albeit not as a sailor; but as a student once and as a guru later. And he did tell us of his life in the land … well not of submarines, but of just marines. More interestingly, he told us of what he did on those trips. In the first one, he experimented… With truth. The most elusive substance on earth, and may be beyond. And somehow, we Indians, and especially the ancient Indians have been obsessed with this thing called truth.

Recently, i have been introduced to a new paradigm of experimenting with truth. It says that truth is not a substance, its a method, or may be an act… Like sex. It says that, don’t seek the truth, rather “do” the truth. Though grammatically awkward, it seems to work – while interacting with clients, co-workers, families and friends – “doing” the truth works. So how do you do it?

by just responding to the tiniest reality in front of you.

Here’s an example. One of your coworkers lied to you, yesterday, on an email. By the time you reach office today, you can conjure up a huge conspiracy theory of why he has lied to you, and who else might be involved in the conspiracy, on how this is going to affect your promotion to the post of CEO in 2029, and how the next increment may be affected and your wife might feel bad about not buying the second car you could have bought with the increased EMI capacity, and if you are not married how silly you would look to the blue-eyed girl CCed on that untruthful email.

OR,

you don’t think about the lie at all. You just go to the office – read what has been written – and respond to that line – just that line. And forget about it after you press send. If he replies with another lie (chances are, he wont; but in case he does), its a new experiment to respond then, tackle it afresh. Each response to the tiniest reality in front – is an experiment with truth.

I was advised to do something like this by a colleague recently. And he helped me do it – it was nice. Hope it works.

And, if we lack the temperament it takes to stick to this practice, consult the Buddha.

When in doubt, smile!

I have this friend, who loves and believes this line – “when in doubt, smile”. So this person, has actually followed it, for a long time in life, and has successfully managed to sound and be innocent. And I mean it, when I say the “be”… ЁЯЩВ

So for a change I tried it for a while, and concluded that it works. So, when in doubt, smile ЁЯЩВ

It all started with the mind

Pronouns, for once, are the most important part of the speech. They mean more than what they say. They rely on the reader more for grasping of the extra-literal meaning that they present. In essence, their meaning is subjective.

And as many of you might know, I believe the world is subjective.

Perhaps, that’s why all great books and great people use pronouns for expressing deep things. Michale Jackson: “They don’t really care about us”. Mahadevi verma: “рдЬреЛ рддреБрдо рдЖ рдЬрд╛рддреЗ рдПрдХ рдмрд╛рд░”. Jim Morrison: “What are they doing in the hyacinth house”. Richard Bach: “Was it really worth it?”. RigVeda: “Not even nothing existed then”.

“They”, “рддреБрдо”, “it”, “then” are all pronouns. The object they intend to qualify is not specified. Perhaps deliberately so. And still, these are probably the most clear poetic expressions ever. The clarity of comprehension is actually not subject to the verbosity of the truth. In fact, the pronouns make the truth stand out. As if, vindicating the claim of truthfulness, by the arrogant declaration that they don’t have to say it …

…┬а perhaps reminding us that it all started with the mind, and objectivity barely a creation of the mind.

Sleepless in Mumbai!

Sleep, as always, is averting me. No, I’m not in love, neither have I been worried. In fact, it is the most wonderfully peaceful time of my life. But sleep, has its own whims and fancies. And so I blog at this dark hour.

So they ask, why do you climb a mountain? because the mountain is there. So why do you eat food? because there are so many wonderful things to eat. So why do you write? because there are thoughts that try hard enough to be heard. So why do you work? because there are unfinished jobs.

Any other answers, such as – “we climb to make a world record”, or “we eat to nourish our bodies”, or “we write because that might make us famous”, or ” we work to make money” … are lame answers. Okay, wait – this is not one of those blog posts meant to make the point that one should work for oneself and not others. And to prove it, I say – equally lame are the answers such as “we climb because we have strong urge to reach the top”, or “we eat because we are hungry”, or “we write to express ourselves”, or “we work because we love working”.

On such sleepless nights, the philosopher in me wakes up – the one that loves to inquire, because he wonders, not because he doubts. And asks simple and beautiful questions, like this one – why do we act? And after deep thought all answers that it gets finally amount to “for the heck of it”, “for the bloody heck of it”.

No purpose, however lofty, is justification enough – eventually. The more deep I go in thought, in action, in emotion – the more hollow the purposes seem. Purpose is a funny word. Sometimes, it means the “urge before we act” … and sometimes its “the result we hope to achieve after we act”. The assumption that these two are same or linked – is dangerously insane. Sanity, for that matter, does not rest on this insane assumption – though it is made to believe by our schools.

To those who have read him, I might sound like Roberto Calasso, no wonders. His book Ka has been quite an influence.

So this assumption, that our urge to start an action is somehow linked to the results of the action, is what the Buddha called “the concept of causation” … a sort of cognitive association we form between two events separated in time – the earlier one being assumed to be the “cause” of the other. This concept, according to Buddha, is a myth. I don’t completely agree with him. Not because I think he was wrong, but because knowing it, really doesn’t help. And in Calasso style – I ask the Buddha: “what does it mean to help?” … and he replies: “again, ‘to help’ is a concept that presupposes cause. In other words, why do you think – things should help?” … I actually didn’t get his question at first, I thought for a while before I inquired again – “no I don’t think all things should help. But then, I shouldn’t care about those things which don’t help – right?” … Buddha as usual smiled, and said “you think you can control what you care about” … and then I smiled too. ЁЯЩВ What I saw in the moment was the fact that I care about things which are not necessarily consequential (consequence is an opposite of cause) … and many times I don’t care about things which are consequential … similarly I many times have “passionate urges for things” which I don’t care about… and many times I’m dispassionate about things I care about….┬а basically I realized that “caring for something or someone” is more fundamental, more profound, more important, more desirable, more right … than “expecting a consequence” or “pursuing an urge” … I felt nice!

“To care for”, is what the Buddha called Karuna .. and it does not have a “why?” to it … it happens for the heck of it.

For those, who are wondering how I happen to talk to a person who lived 2,600 years ago, I’ve just this to say – that, according to me, is the most inconsequential question to ask. ЁЯЩВ

Dhandhe ki baat

Indian society, of today, is slowly restoring the respect and money deserved by those who serve arts. Arts of any kind, those involving colours, vocal chords, words, body gestures, thoughts and what not. But no society can do without those artists who feel rejected by society … from Kalidas to Ghalib, from Majaaz to Nagarjun … some time in their lives did feel rejected. I somehow relate to them, somehow find myself thinking their thoughts. Though, my profession has not much to do with arts (yet); and as an entrepreneur, I feel the world has been quite nice to me. But still, it seems their is a poet within, who yearns for rejection, so that it can aggravate the fire in its belly.

Rejection, it seems, is the spark needed to ignite that fire in the belly. Sarasvati’s eluding of Brahma’s sexual advances is what creates the fire in Brahma that made him create. Sarasvati is the primordial goddess… it manifests as the world when Brahma manifests as me, it manifests as the muse when Brahma manifests as the poet, it manifests as the wealth when Brahma manifests as the entrepreneur. And she always rejects him first … that creates the fire … the fire that creates … the primordial fire Agni that threatened to swallow Brahma himself (according to Rig Veda).

Okay too much serious talk, here’s one humorous expressoin of that poet’s fire, when recognition eludes him. It’s a song from V Shantaram‘s legendary film Navrang:
http://www.saavn.com/p/song/hindi/navrang/kavi+raja+kavita+ke/KUUpAS5vdkk

http://www.raaga.com/play/?id=107119

рдХрд╡рд┐ рд░рд╛рдЬрд╛ рдХрд╡рд┐рддрд╛ рдХреЗ рдирд╛ рдЕрдм рдХрд╛рди рдорд░реЛрдбрд╝реЛ
рдзрдВрдзреЗ рдХреА рдХреБрдЫ рдмрд╛рдд рдХрд░реЛ, рдХреБрдЫ рдкреИрд╕реЗ рдЬреЛрдбрд╝реЛред

рд╢реЗрд░-рд╢рд╛рдпрд░реА рдХрд╡рд┐ рд░рд╛рдЬрд╛ рдирд╛ рдХрд╛рдо рдЖрдПрдЧреА,
рдХрд╡рд┐рддрд╛ рдХреА рдкреЛрдереА рдХреЛ рджреАрдордХ рдЦрд╛ рдЬрд╛рдПрдЧреАред
рднрд╛рд╡ рдЪрдврд╝ рд░рд╣реЗ, рдЕрдирд╛рдЬ рд╣реЛ рд░рд╣рд╛ рдорд╣рдВрдЧрд╛ рджрд┐рди-рджрд┐рди,
рднреВрдЦ рдорд░реЛрдЧреЗ, рд░рд╛рдд рдХрдЯреЗрдЧреА рддрд╛рд░реЗ рдЧрд┐рди-рдЧрд┐рдиред
рдЗрд╕реАрд▓рд┐рдП рдХрд╣рддрд╛ рд╣реВрдБ рднреИрдпреНрдпрд╛ рдпрд╣ рд╕рдм рдЫреЛрдбреЛ,
рдзрдВрдзреЗ рдХреА рдХреБрдЫ рдмрд╛рдд рдХрд░реЛ, рдХреБрдЫ рдкреИрд╕реЗ рдЬреЛрдбрд╝реЛред

рдЕрд░реЗ! рдЫреЛрдбрд╝реЛ рдХрд▓рдо, рдЪрд▓рд╛рдУ рдордд рдХрд╡рд┐рддрд╛ рдХреА рдЪрд╛рдХреАред
рдШрд░ рдХреА рд░реЛрдХрдб рджреЗрдЦреЛ, рдХрд┐рддрдиреЗ рдкреИрд╕реЗ рдмрд╛рдХреАред
рдЕрд░реЗ! рдХрд┐рддрдирд╛ рдШрд░ рдореЗрдВ рдШреА рд╣реИ, рдХрд┐рддрдирд╛ рдЧрд░рдо рдорд╕рд╛рд▓рд╛,
рдХрд┐рддрдиреЗ рдкрд╛рдкрдб, рдмрдбреА, рдордВрдЧреЛрдбреА, рдорд┐рд░реНрдЪ-рдорд╕рд╛рд▓рд╛,
рдХрд┐рддрдирд╛ рддреЗрд▓, рдиреЛрди рд┐рдорд░реНрдЪреА, рд╣рд▓реНрджреА рдФрд░ рдзрдирд┐рдпрд╛ред
рдХрд╡рд┐ рд░рд╛рдЬрд╛ рдЪреБрдкрдХреЗ рд╕реЗ рддреБрдо рдмрди рдЬрд╛рдУ рдмрдирд┐рдпрд╛ред

рдЕрд░реЗ! рдкреИрд╕реЗ рдкрд░ рд░рдЪ рдХрд╛рд╡реНрдп, рднреВрдЦ рдкрд░ рдЧреАрдд рдмрдирд╛рдУред
рдЕрд░реЗ! рдЧреЗрд╣реВрдВ рдкрд░ рд╣реЛ рдЧрдЬрд╝рд▓, рдзрд╛рди рдХреЗ рд╢реЗрд░ рд╕реБрдирд╛рдУред
рдиреЛрди рдорд┐рд░реНрдЪ рдкрд░ рдЪреМрдкрд╛рдИ, рдЪрд╛рд╡рд▓ рдкрд░ рджреЛрд╣реЗред
рд╕реБрдХрд╡рд┐ рдХреЛрдпрд▓реЗ рдкрд░ рдХрд╡рд┐рддрд╛ рд▓рд┐рдЦреЛ рддреЛ рд╕реЛрд╣реЗред
рдХрдо рднрд╛рдбреЗ рдХреА рдЦреЛрд▓реА рдкрд░ рд▓рд┐рдЦреЛ рдХрд╡реНрд╡рд╛рд▓реА,
рдЭрди-рдЭрди рдХрд░рддреА рдХрд╣реЛ рд░реБрдмрд╛рдИ рдкреИрд╕реЗ рд╡рд╛рд▓реАред

рд╢рдмреНрджреЛрдВ рдХрд╛ рдЬрдВрдЬрд╛рд▓ рдмрдбрд╛ рд▓рдлрд╝рдбрд╛ рд╣реЛрддрд╛ рд╣реИред
рдХрд╡рд┐-рд╕рдореНрдореЗрд▓рди рджреЛрд╕реНрдд рдмрдбрд╛ рдЭрдЧрдбрд╛ рд╣реЛрддрд╛ рд╣реИред
рдореБрд╢рд╛рдпрд░реЗ рдХреЗ рд╢реЗрд░реЛрдВ рдкрд░ рд░рдЧрдбрд╛ рд╣реЛрддрд╛ рд╣реИред
рдкреИрд╕реЗ рд╡рд╛рд▓рд╛ рд╢реЗрд░ рдмрдбрд╛ рддрдЧрдбрд╛ рд╣реЛрддрд╛ рд╣реИред
рдЗрд╕реАрд▓рд┐рдП рдХрд╣рддрд╛ рд╣реВрдБ рди рдЗрд╕рд╕реЗ рд╕рд┐рд░ рдлреЛрдбреЛ,
рдзрдВрдзреЗ рдХреА рдХреБрдЫ рдмрд╛рдд рдХрд░реЛ рдХреБрдЫ рдкреИрд╕реЗ рдЬреЛрдбрд╝реЛред

Kavi

New poem, just written. And quite satisfying like the last one ЁЯЩВ

рдЧреБрд░реБ рдмреЛрд▓реЗ – “рдЬрд╛ рдЦреЛрдЬ рдХреЗ рдЖ
рдХрд┐ рдлреВрд▓ рд╣реИ рдХреНрдпрд╛?”
рдЗрдХ рдлреВрд▓ рджрд┐рдЦрд╛,
рдореИ рдореБрд╕реНрдХрд╛рдпрд╛ред
рдЙрд╕рдХреЗ рд╕реМрд░рдн рдХреЛ,
рдкреНрд░рд╛рдгреЛрдВ рдореЗ рднрд░ рд▓рд╛рдпрд╛ред
рдорди рд╕реБрдЦ рдореЗ рдирдд рд╣реЛ рдЖрдпрд╛,
рддрдм рдореИрдиреЗрдВ рдЬрд╛рдирд╛ – рдлреВрд▓ рд╣реИ рдХреНрдпрд╛ред

рдЬрдм рд▓реМрдЯрд╛, рддреЛ рдЧреБрд░реБ рдиреЗ рдкреВрдЫрд╛ –
“рдмрддрд╛ рд╢рд┐рд╖реНрдп рдХрд┐ рдлреВрд▓ рд╣реИ рдХреНрдпрд╛?”

рдорди рдиреЗ рд╕реБрдиреНрджрд░ рдЖрдХрд╛рд░ рд▓рд┐рдпрд╛,
рдкрд░ рд╢рдмреНрдж рд░реБрдХреЗ рдореБрдЦ рддрдХ рдЖрдХрд░ред
рдХреНрдпрд╛ рдкреАрдд-рд╢реНрд╡реЗрдд-рд▓реЛрд╣рд┐рдд рдорд░рдорд░,
рдпрд╣ рдХрд╣ рджреЗрдВрдЧреЗ рдЬреЛ рдореБрдЭреЗ рджрд┐рдЦрд╛?
рдХреИрд╕реЗ рд╕рдордЭрд╛рдКрдБ рд╕реМрд░рдн рдХреЛ
рдЬрд┐рд╕рдиреЗ рдкреНрд░рд╛рдгреЛрдВ рдореЗ рд░рд╕ рдШреЛрд▓рд╛?

рд╢рдмреНрдж рдЦреЗрд▓рддреЗ рдЖрдБрдЦ рдорд┐рдЪреМрд▓реА,
рдмреБрджреНрдзреА рдзреВрдВрдбрддреА рд╢рдмреНрджреЛрдВ рдХреЛред
рдХрднреА рддреАрд╡реНрд░рддрд╛ рд╕реЗ рдЬрд╛ рдкрдХрдбреЗ,
рдкрд░ рдкрд╛рдП рдлрд╝рд┐рдХрд╛ рдЙрдирдХреЛред
рдХрднреА рдКрдВрдШрддреЗ рд╢рдмреНрдж рд╕реНрд╡рдпрдВ рд╣реА,
рдЖ рдЬрд╛рддреЗ рд╕рдореНрдореБрдЦ рдореЗрд░реЗред
рдкрд░ рдЙрддреНрддрд░ рдлрд┐рд░ рднреА рджреЗ рди рд╕рдХрд╛
рдЖрдЦреЗрдВ рдФ’ рд╕рд┐рд░ рдирдд рдореЗрд░реЗред

рдЧреБрд░реБ рдореБрд╕реНрдХрд╛рдПред
рдореБрдЭрдХреЛ рджреЗрдЦрд╛ред
рдХреБрдЫ рдХрд╣рд╛ рдирд╣реАрдВ,
рдФрд░ рдЪрд▓реЗ рдЧрдПред

рдореИрдиреЗ рдорд╛рдирд╛ рдХрд┐ рд╡рд┐рдлрд▓ рдмреБрджреНрдзреАред
рд╢рдмреНрджреЛрдВ рдХреЗ рд╣реЛрддреЗ рдореБрдХреНрдд рдкреНрд░рд╛рдгред
рдмрдВрдзрди рдореЗ рдЙрдирдХреЛ рдмрд╛рдВрдзреЛрдЧреЗ,
рддреЛ рднрд╛рдЧреЗрдВрдЧреЗ рд╡реЗ рдмрдЪрд╛ рдкреНрд░рд╛рдгред
рдорд╛рди рдмреБрджреНрдзреА рдХреЛ рд╡рд┐рдлрд▓ рдЕрдЧрд░,
рдЙрд╕ рдлреВрд▓ рдореЗ рдорди рдХреЛ рд░рдо рд▓реЛрдЧреЗ,
рддреЛ рд╢рдмреНрдж рддрд┐рддрд▓рд┐рдпреЛрдВ рд╕реЗ рдЖрдХрд░,
рдЦреБрдж рд╣реА рдорди рдкрд░ рдордВрдбрд░рд╛рдПрдБрдЧреЗред
рдмрд┐рди рд▓рдЧрд╛рдо рдХреЗ рдмреБрджреНрдзреА рдХреА,
рддрдм рдЧреАрдд рдХрдгреНрда рдЧрд╛рдП рдореЗрд░рд╛ред
рдЬреЛ рдЬрд┐рд╣реНрд╡рд╛ рд╕реЗ рдЙрд╕ рдкрд▓ рдирд┐рдХрд▓рд╛,
рд╡рд╣ рд╕рд╣рдЬ рдмрдиреА рдореЗрд░реА рдХрд╡рд┐рддрд╛ред

рдореИрдВ рдмрд╣реБрдд рдЦреБрд╢реА рд╕реЗ рд▓рд╣рд░рд╛рдпрд╛ –
“рдХрд╣ рджрд┐рдпрд╛ рд╣реИ рдореИрдиреЗ рдлреВрд▓ рд╣реИ рдХреНрдпрд╛ред”
рдкрд░ рджреЛ рдкрд▓ рд░реБрдХ рдХрд░ рд╕реЛрдЪреЛ рддреЛ,
рдХреНрдпрд╛ рдореИрдВ рд╣реВрдБ рдХрд╡рд┐ рдЗрд╕ рдХрд╡рд┐рддрд╛ рдХрд╛?