While He is Away

It has been one heck of a week.
Between Kumar’s travel and mine, the boys schedule and my schedule, it truly has been one of those weeks that I am glad is over.

I knew what he must have done.
He must have rushed to the airport earlier today and cajoled the airline representative to put him on an earlier flight.
They most probably said “No”.
He possibly slumped back with disappointment on one of those uncomfortable airport seats and waited for his flight to board.

While this happened, I wrapped up my day and rushed to pick up the boys and to ensure Adi doesn’t wait outside anywhere in the cold after being dropped off by the bus.

I can almost here his foot step.
I can almost hear his voice – “Yenna da….Ammava padathaneengala”.
(Loose translation in English: Boys – Did you trouble your mom while I was away?)

The boys and I wait for our hero to show up at the door step.

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On Soaking in a Summer Day

Today, the boys and I headed out to a spring and natural water pool.
It was a long drive.
It was also a hot day.

When we reached our destination, the beautiful sight of bluish green water awaited us.
I walked down to the natural pool.
Under the rich green trees and blue water, the sun didn’t seem that hot.

I know only a tad bit of swimming.
I waded in the water.
Then, when I got to deeper part, Shakthi offered to ferry me across the water so I can stand under the water fall.
I took up his offer and rided on his shoulders to the other side of the pool.
Several people gave them their hand and offered to lift me off the water and up the rocks.
I gladly took their hands.

Then, I climbed up on the rocks and found my way to where the water came pouring down.
I placed myself under the pounding cascade of the cold waterfall.
I soaked in the water fall.

I turned around and gazed at the beautiful natural pool.
I looked at the tropical-looking greenery.

I let the water flow against my body and nourish by mind and soul.

I soaked in the water and the summer day.

Misogi – is a Shinto purification ritual of standing under a waterfall.

Photo Credit: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Krause_Springs

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Meaningful Mantras

In my younger days, I used to think mantras (or slokas, prayers) were all meaningless. I still recited them out of awe and respect for Appa who taught me with such passion and love.

However, now, as I age, I understand that mantras have more meaning than I can comprehend during this lifetime.

There is nothing religious about this. It is pure science.

I don’t want you to take my word for it. You never should.

Read about the science of the universe, cosmos, sound and how our body resonates.
Mull over it and share your learnings with me.

To get you started, here are a couple of links:
Thank you Srinivasan T Venkatraman for sharing awesome resource FE with me.

While, we are on this topic, here is my favorite song/mantra (or whatever else you want to call it) of all times – Bho Shambo Shiva Shambo.

You don’t have to understand the words, the meanings, the ethos…nothing.

Just listen….and feel the power.

I have heard many versions of “Bho Shambo Shiva Shambo” by many talented highly acclaimed singers recite it. Of all those, the 2 best versionsare the following:
* Maharajapuram Santhanam’s version is the best…because of the strength of his voice
* The version my dear friend Subashini Ganesan sang for me many decades ago in a dorm room when we had no strength left in us to get through the next page of some damn physics book in our freshman year. Unfortunately, I don’t have a recording of that powerful version. But, the sound and power of her singing it is safely stored somewhere as biochemicals in my brain and I can recall on it during my weak days. I am confident advancement in science will find a way to transfer that as mp3 some day soon. That is the day, I’ll retrieve her voice from my brain to share with you.

“Bho Shambo Shiva Shambo” words transliterated in English:
bhO shambhO shiva shambhO svayambhO

gangAdhara shankara karuNAkara mAmava bhavasAgara tAraka
nirguNa parabrahma svarUpa gamAgama bhUta prapanca rahita
nija guhanihita nitAnta ananta Ananda atishaya akSayalinga

dhimita dhimita dhimi dhimikiTa kiTatOm tOm tOm tarikiTa tarikiTakiTa tOm
matanga munivara vandita Isha sarva digambara vESTita vESa Isha sabEsha nitya niranjana nitya natEsha Isha sabEsha sarvEsha

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On Withdrawal Symptoms

Don’t panic on my behalf and assume I am withdrawing from my coffee addiction.
I am still loading up on my coffee to retain my sanity.

This post is about metacognition and to raise addiction awareness (hence the dark filter on my photo).

Metacognition is, put simply, thinking about one’s thinking. Metacognition is “cognition about cognition”, or “knowing about knowing” and higher order thinking skills.

We all have this and we use this.

However, sometimes, we are not aware that we are doing it. We forget our meta-cognition super powers.

Let us assume that you are going overboard with something. Then, you first need to be aware of it. In most cases, we are aware. But, we can’t help ourselves going overboard.

That is why withdrawing from alcohol or cigarattes or drugs or any addiction for that matter is very hard.

I often hear friends say, “If so-so hadn’t offered me the smoke when I was …..”, or “If I hadn’t tried that…”.

That is the wrong way to look at it. Nobody can force us to do anything.

We might be aware of all this. Through metacognition. But, to resolve and to quit cold turkey is not easy. It requires crazy amounts of will power.

That is what I am doing this week.

I am withdrawing from something that I have got addicted too. Don’t worry. It is not drugs, cigarettes or alcohol or anything bad.

I am withdrawing from something very meaningful and something that is very close to my heart. Because, I think, it is healthy practice to practice #detachment.

That said, withdrawal symptoms are never just in the mind. They are visceral.


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Whatever Will Be, Will Be

These railroads are shrouded in fog in Austin all today.
Kind of mysterious.
Just like our future…..shrouded in mystery.

Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.

The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed. –Albert Einstein


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