Wednesday, June 14, 2023

Random Entry:

I can call it my luck or I can call it my karma that I had the blissful opportunity to assist His Eminence(H.E.) Rinpochey for two days in one of the Indian cities. It’s not that He needed any assistance, so I should rather say: I just got lucky to be assisted by Him. To my surprise, I have been contemplating on causality for almost a fortnight and I was utterly confused with the way causality, law of karma and freewill works. Had it not been for my research work, I would have concluded in the most simple terms that law of karma is a purely existing phenomena and that causality is not nothing, after being with His Eminence. So what if Arya Nagarjuna is asserting that cause, causal field and effect are existentially and notionally dependent on each other, we are nonetheless always subjected to these laws and we can not completely deny them, therefore, the apparent fruits of happiness or suffering of any sort that we reap are also subsumed under these laws. A 12+ year old boy otherwise, Rinpochey surprised me with His charismatic vibe. I used to be under His blessings since his previous incarnation: My name was assigned by His Eminence’s previous incarnation, H.E. always used to extend advices: I do not remember the advices except one thing that always strikes my emotional-brain when I think about his previous incarnation was when he performed a mask dance (of course without any mask-literally and figuratively) to entertain me as a kid while he was stepping down from the stairs of the loo and of course I starkly remember the last blessing of His Eminence’s previous incarnation where I and my friend was shaken with his radiance that we had to go to a meadow nearby to dissolve the blessings, and this in no way is an exaggeration. I regret losing the srunga(a protective thread- but this one was special with printed mantras) that Rinpoche gave me citing that it was the last of the sort but to my dismay, only later did I realise that he was planning to leave this Bardo and move on to the next, people usually call it Parinirvana but I am little sceptical to use it for a Bodhisattva for they will be around us forever until time exists, if the concept of time is understood the way we generally understand: as an arrow of time. The point I am here to make is simply to record my understanding of these miracles. During our casual conversation in the evening in the hotel, he brought up the unfortunate incident that Ladakh went through in 2010 (5th August, 2010) when it was devastated by vicious cloudbursts and flash-floods, taking lives of hundreds of people and destroying everything on its way, telling the people of Ladakh about impermanence, though a wrathful but still a strong message, alas! people have already forgotten everything. I am but a believer in collective karma, that Ladakh as a whole society trivialised the importance of the environment and became more and more greedy. I was surprised to hear Rinpochey talk about his previous life (I can’t say jokingly or not) and expressed that the devastating flash-flood occurred right in between the time when Rinpochey entered the afterlife bardo and His next rebirth. He said that the deities, gods and demigods became furious with His so called death and then their wrath manifested in the form of cloudbursts and flash-foods in Ladakh, which of course doesn’t make sense logically, so I am assuming that He was simply making a funny comment. To this, I responded, under the guise of my limited brain, that dying is a part of being alive but now as I am contemplating, I realise how limited my vision is that I responded to a Rinpochey about such an obvious thing and may be-may be He was talking under the impressions of visions and karmic imprints of his previous birth but still it doesn’t make sense, so it was of-course a joke as He started laughing after His comment. If I overthink this, I would conclude that may be He was upset(which he undoubtedly was) for He couldn’t stop the calamity. I think this is again illogical as it defies the law of Karma: How can Rinpochey wash away the fruits of unwholesome deeds of the victims? So, logic says He might simply be sad to learn about the sufferings of the victims and the butterfly effect it created in the lives of many. I do not understand these things(karma, causality etc.) especially when I try to think logically because I am realising that logic, language or symbols are mere illusory staircase(s) to be abandoned later. The truth or the reality is beyond logic, words and common sense. Long story short, H.E. was not happy about the cloudbursts and flash-floods. 

My notes might sound like Rinpochey is not a kid at all. It is not like the childishness within Rinpochey does not manifest, it does at times, when he plays with us like a kid, which is nothing surprising but the fact that steals away my heart is his maturity, talks and actions which are way beyond his age. True that Rinpochey has grown amongst the grown-ups, disciplined by elders and taught hardcore Buddhist texts, yet there is something that can’t be explained or it might merely be my prejudiced perspective. I personally feel that Rinpchey(s) should be strictly disciplined and taught the best to keep the sacred institution intact.

Rinpoche was jokingly asking me to get married or else I would end up being alone and I replied jokingly, that when the world is anyway coming to an end what is the point in getting married if it was not meant to help a sentient being of a certain lower-realm to get a precious human life. I just made up the latter half of my reply and did not speak it in real. Rinpochey commented that after 40 years of age I won’t find a match. Rinpoche again jokingly asked me to buy(when in the mall) a wallet for the girl, to which I replied for my future wife? He said yes hopefully for someone in future, and I responded “okay I will buy one as per Rinpoche’s suggestions and keep it safe until I meet her”. A decade old boy talking maturely about the unwritten rules of society, let’s just call it coincidence because I don’t want to mystify His Eminence, because at the conventional level, I guess even Arya Nagarjuna endorses the way the world works just the way we think it does and within the domain of dependent-origination. 


[These stories, I believe will make sense at one point of time in my life, so I am just rejoicing and recording it up for my future reference.]


The merits, thus and if, accumulated shall be supplemented in eliminating the hardships and impediments encountered in establishing Him as the true definition of a Rinpochey! 


Saturday, September 3, 2022

Dream


Withinnn the dream of a partial beauty,

I dreamt of dreaming the perfect bliss, 

I woke up from my first dream to realise it was just a dream, 

I was restless to have lost the perfect bliss and fallen back in the dream realm of partial-beauty, 

And as I woke up even from my partial-beauty dream, I was confused as evermore, to be back in the dead-reality. 


Bewildered soul of mine wandered towards the rugged mountains the very next dawn,

I made sure my conscious physical senses walked along with me in this expedition. 


I wished to examine the interplay of dream, joy and senses: An experiment. 


In my dreams, if my sub-conscious can levitate me into joyous planes apparently along with my physical being, then Is it not possible to excite my physical senses to teleport me into last night’s perfect-beauty realm? 



the shimmering lights of the dawn, 
slyly entering the retina chiseling my soul.


the chirps of the songbirds 

gently knocking the drums of my ears,

gliding me up the mighty ground, making me float in joyous wonder. 


the brazen yet gentle breeze blowing through my hair and caressing my barren skin, giving me misty goosebumps in my mesmerised mind.




…as the beauty of the morning sun-rays started piercing my heart, my baffled brain got dazed and numbed. 


I started flying through the thick silver clouds mounted on the tamed wide wings of the ferocious falcon, 


amused by the drizzling drops of dews on my drenched soul, surfing the iridescent rays of the 

sun, 


springing from one rainbow to the next, entering and passing azure skies, lonely lands, solitary lakes…….joy(s) unbound……….


is my search over? Can I linger in these lands of wonder like forever ? Confused again: Is it the pain in pleasure that is sabotaging my existence or is it the pleasure in pain that is creating this blissful havoc. For whatever it is, my heart started dancing to the resonance of my being and the lullaby of Mother Nature. 


…………..And as I wander off in my imaginations, I just live in the moment with every word I pen. 


Be it my dream, be it my imagination or be it the reality, I believe there is joy everywhere, all you gotta do is nurture it out and resonate ! 


The experiment thus resulted in creating happYness through your conscious senses and merely through your Being:  living in this so-called real (or unreal) life….. 






Tuesday, July 13, 2021

Agonies......

 

But why can’t you feel my agonies 

When My heart cries in pain 

When my soul sobs with tears

all the times we spent, all in vain 

  Tears from my heart, 

                         rolling down through my soul 

                               into the oceans of my solitude.

            Cries from my soul 

                            Echoing through my empty heart 

               are the sounds of my miseries


But if you love me 

How can you put me in the grave alive. 

I wish Mother Earth pampered me

But my tears moisten the dust

and I am slowly sinking in those dusty agonies  

I consume an endless pain, 

strange though but it is this pain which is keeping me alive.......


                 Once you give me a crying smile

        the teary smile of yours

                                       I will be lifted from my mournful aches .....

                Your crying smile is my cure... 

                              your teary smile heals your own tears.... 

                             It always takes away my anger, my pain.....

    You cry and you smile and I just dwindle............



In your arms I want to cuddle myself..

In your lap I want to cry and laugh....

In your teases I want to shout out my pains.....

In your masculinity, I want to engulf my own feminine being.... 

in your feminine aura, I want to levitate my masculine soul.... 

how can ying thrive in the absence of yang... 


                                                You cry and you smile and I just dwindle.........


Wednesday, February 10, 2021

longing for summer in the world of winter

night so cold and young

yet the night so calm and long  

far away is the dawn and sunshine

it's summer that I long

winter is the season 

december are my emotions

but then august is all that I yearn

summers are ephemeral

seasons and emotions as well

winters are forever 

seasons and emotions as well

there is february in winter though 

so is there joy in pain

yet summers only are glorified 

it is painless joy that we lust for

in the hope of summers we belittle the spring 

for some, even the falls are alluring

uncanny it is that when the summer comes, we miss the snow......

yet it is summer that I long for..............

it is though winter that adorns the summer

but emotions full of summer is all I crave for 

it is but the autumn that falls so that summer shall revive

and yet why is it that, it is summer that I long for......



Saturday, October 29, 2016

banished soul.......

the free soul
singing to the melodies of the cosmos...
bound by the infinity of the sky..
slyly eluding all the adversities...
embracing all the euphorias.....

the free soul
is now captivated by the mores
dancing to the cliche'd emotions
bound by the ephemeral joys
slowly sinking into the sea of sadness

dear "soul"
moor your ship to the shores of the ocean 'joy'
banish but not the soul hey!
radiate happiness, come what may..
wherever you go, joys and joys you lay
limit your soul not even to the sky
fly, fly and  fly high ................................

banish not the soul , captivate the joys
live!! fly !! go!! and i will follow................

Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Am I there?

Who art thou? 

This question makes me wonder my own existence... Do I really exist? If I do exist, where exactly is the locus of my being? 
What if my reality is just an outcome of someone else's imagination, may be, of a higher being.... Or what if I do not exist at all and everything I am experiencing is merely a thought process? Or what if everything is just a form of energy? .. 

Well despite all such thoughts, I do not stop using the word" I ", may be that "I" can be the locus of my existence or may be not... 

No matter whether I exist  for real or not, there are things in my so called life that i cherish and things that i have a strong aversion for.
 Life goes on, it hardly matters what reality really is... 

Am i there? 
Or Am i not? 

Memories, are you for real? 
Hopes, can you light me up? 
Love, are you brave enough? 
Life, are you worth it? 

Memories are energetic enough to bring something into action so is the case with hopes. Memories, we create and we cherish lifelong..... 
Hope keeps us going no matter how hard life is... 
Love is all that we yearn for, love from everyone. Love is a form of energy that gives us wings to fly into the extremes of wonderland... 

..................No matter how hard things are, do not give up your hopes for whatever you endeavour, it will be answered..... There are some things that keep us going.... Hope, love, life, and above all the curiosity to find an answer........ Keep burning ya all''''
.....So Long..... 

Sunday, April 3, 2016

falling yet flying

beautiful everything!
yet my non-resonating soul (sigh!)

everywhere
blooming flowers and blossoming smiles
bright sunbeams and glowing faces

but 
my agonized existence and my blazed faith 
my gloomy life and my banished soul 
i cry and i bleed

yet 
i live with hopes held high!

someday 
the revered sunbeams
will invade and subdue the darkness...
the ever blossoming smiles of the flowers
will bring smiles to my malnourished soul

and
As my soul falls through the gorges of my pain
i will fly through the valleys of  my joys.
.......