Chatteratti

The TTC Story

2010-12-22T14:47:00.006+10:00

An eventful year, this one. The preps were on in full swing. M and I were to tie the knot on December 8, 2010. Since G had blessed the union, the atmosphere at home was even more upbeat.

Of course we overlooked a tiny detail. G had blessed the marriage, but had never said when it would actually be. While we pored over our honeymoon plans, a thought lingered irritatingly at the back of my mind- would the Teachers' Training Course (TTC) happen for me at all? What with adjusting to a new life post the wedding, setting up a new home in a new town, TTC seemed a good six to eight months away, and even then would the post-marriage seva slump make it harder for me to walk the path?

I must admit here that TTC wasn't so much a part of my plan as much as my mentor's. Sure it's pretty fancy to be sitting there on a chair, dressed in white and speaking knowledge. Who wouldn't aspire for that role. But those moments of glory are very limited. As a teacher you need to shoulder more responsibility and reflect this strange combination of calmness and command. To be able to switch roles between volunteer, student and teacher effortlessly. To remain grounded even as you feel as light as air within. To work like a servant and walk like a king. To drop judgments, extend comfort, warmth and love even to those you would have otherwise ignored. It's so not easy. And I was soooo not prepared. And so I guess, it didn't matter if the course was pushed by a few months :)

But I suppose when it's time, it's time. December 8 turned out to be a most inauspicious period for the marriage. The dates for the wedding were postponed causing mini volcanic eruptions on both sides :) And while we wondered when the lava would cool, I couldn't help thinking to myself, 'Now TTC?'

Somehow in a week's time, I got myself registered, sat back and wondered if I had done the right thing; if it was the right time. And out of the blue a teacher called only to enquire when I was off for the course. Sign? *shrug* Only if you choose to see it that way. It was out of my hands now. Left to G. If I got the call, I would go. If not, I'd chill a little bit longer.

Obviously, the call came. 10 days before the course was to commence. And before I knew it, I was there in the only paradise I know on Earth, the one I'm fortunate enough to call my home- Ashram (those who haven't yet been there, *sigh* too bad). And I paid the boarding fee all by myself!! :D

Together, along with four hundred and ten other equally excited participants, I embarked on a most beautiful journey into my own heart and mind, shedding inhibitions, meeting my ego and letting go of the last remains of the tiniest bonds that were holding me back.

TTC has given me so much! Friends from across the world- those who didn't speak my language and with whom I could share jokes and communicate with, without any difficulty. It helped me discover the secret of good communication- words don't convey as much as silence and a smile and communication is a matter of the heart not of words.

I discovered people who have fought unthinkable adversities to come this far and it made me realise how utterly petty I am in most aspects of my life. And how unbelievably blessed I am to be sitting through the program. I was reacquainted with myself over the past 21 days. No justifications. No judgments. As frank as it can get. The result?- Well, M says I have changed. And I feel a new blend of firmness and quietude within. I've actually learned to ignore; to pick and choose the situations that need my attention; to accept most (work in progress) people as they are; to know when and how to speak; and to approach problems with a steady head.

Yep, entering totally unknown territory here. I'm getting acquainted with my ability to keep calm. It's a first I admit, and I am still waiting for an outburst to take over me(which probably keeps me a little more aware?) ;-)

All-in-all this has been the experience of a lifetime. And whether or not one can graduate the course, it's a journey to be explored.

Shedding tears of gratitude on the last day, as I saw Him sailing through the crowd, I could for the first time fathom the meaning of the word, surrender.

My Master :)

One look into His eyes and it feels like you're falling through a limitless void...a most tender, beautiful, serene void. A smile, and you know that you don't always need a hand to be assured that you're being held. A touch, and you experience what it must be like to hug a cloud; to experience what it's like to be here and nowhere.

From seeing Him walk past me in a queue of hundreds at the airport, to be sitting among the chosen few who can take forward this knowledge, this has been a truly unique, blessed and complete journey.

With gratitude dear Master for your unconditional love and your presence in my life.

Arziyaan

2010-11-07T21:21:00.006+10:00

I'm not the sort who has a Hindi film song popping into her head for every situation in life (unlike M). But this one from Delhi 6 has been special to me since the first time I heard it. In my opinion it's the best qawwali ever. All I do is sit with my eyes closed and picture the divine power I believe in. And within no time, I find tears rolling down my cheeks, my heart feels full with no effort and I brim with gratitude. I've always enjoyed music like every other person but this has to be the only song to have ever extracted such a strong positive reaction out of me. And I hope you are able to experience it too. I couldn't help highlighting my favourite lines from the song. *sigh* Music is one of the fastest ways to surrender.

Errr... ignore the video images. Kinda kills the mood ;-)

Arziyaan sari mein chehre pe likh ke laaya hoon
Tumse kya maangu main, tum khud hi samajh lo
Maula maula maula mere maula
Maula maula maula mere maula....

Daraare daraare maathe pe maula
Marammat muqaddar ki kar do maula, mere maula
Tere dar pe jhuka hoon, mita hoon, bana hu
Marammat muqaddar ki kar do maula

Jo bhee tere dar aaya, jhukne jo sar aaya
Mastiya piye sabko, jhumta nazar aaya
Pyaas le ke aaya tha, dariya woh bhar laya
Noor ki baarish mein bheegta sa tar aaya

Maula maula maula mere maula...
Daraare daraare maathe pe maula
Marammat muqaddar ki kar do maula, mere maula...
Jo bhi tere dar aaya, jhukne jo sar aaya
Mastiya piye sabko, jhumta nazar aaya

Ek khushboo aati thi, main bhatakta jaata tha
Reshmi see maya thi, aur main takta jaata tha
Jab teri galli aaya, sach tabhi nazar aaya
Mujh mein hi woh khushboo thi, jisse tune milwaya
Maula maula maula mere maula
Daraare daraare hai maathe pe maula
Marammat muqaddar ki kar do maula, mere maula...

Tootke bikharna mujhko zarur aata hai
Warna ibaadat waala shahur aata hai
Sajde mein rehne do, ab kahi na jaaunga
Abb jo tumne thukraaya toh sanwar na paaunga
Maula maula maula mere maula
Maula maula maula maula
Daraare daraare hai maathe pe maula
Marammat muqaddar ki kar do maula, mere maula...

Sar uthaake maine toh kitni khwahishe ki thi
Kitne khwaab dekhe the, kitni koshishe ki thi
Jab tu rubaru aaya, nazare na mila paaya
Sar jhuka ke ek pal mein maine kya nahi paaya
Maula maula maula mere maula
Maula maula maula

Surrendering

2010-11-05T17:28:00.001+10:00

*Sigh* Back after such a loooooong hiatus.

Don't worry I won't bore you guys with everything that has transpired in between. Though, in a nutshell, life has been one big amusement (not!) park. I've been hopping from one ride to the next like a maniac. Though some were chilled out carousel rides but most of the time it was the frightful, roller coaster I was forced to take.

Anyway, lap one seems to be done with. It's lap two that's got me all wired up inside. Hopefully, all that should pass off well in the next few months and I won't fall off my seat in the process. Of course I've got my safety belt on- I do meditate often. And no, it doesn't really help the situation, but definitely helps me see every hurdle separately from the big picture. One baby step after another, that's the only sane way to deal with problems in the current scenario.

When ego hassles start getting the better of you, even the most happy events can turn sour for life. And it's worse when the ego issues are not yours to control. It's two against four right now. And hopefully twenty years later, all of this won't matter. God I hope it doesn't!

I'm pretty sure I'll have a blissful life. My unseen angels have been very sweet with me so far bringing me only that which gives joy. And I'm certain they shall stand by me in the future too. It's human to make errors. But to ignore, forgive and forget is no easy task. Knowledge helps you ride the tide. But, it is a rough journey. And the only thing I can do now is surrender my worries and those of others too. And trust that my angels and Master are carrying me ahead. Safely.

Off to TTC in the next two weeks. I don't know what to expect after I've completed the training program. I suppose there would be some amount of confidence in me. Perhaps I'll be able to find new talents, rekindle latent ones and polish some others (need to write better!). Maybe I'll be filled with a little pride. After all being a teacher of the Art of Living is a matter of honour. It is both a privilege and a challenge. And I wonder if the pride will go to my head. Hmmm... I suppose it is good that I am aware of this possibility at this stage. I might be able to consciously recognise and surrender any traces of unwanted ego and arrogance that may come with the kriya tape :-)

Surrender. The word has been coming up time and again these past few months. I suppose it's an important lesson to learn on the spiritual path. And the more knowledge you hear, read or see, the more insignificant you feel. Like a tiny petal in a garland of one thousand marigolds- that is my existence. Lend a little colour, spread a little fragrance and wilt away. That's pretty much what life is all about. So why all the fuss over some bee that may suck a little sweetness out of me once in a while. All I have to do is surrender and the wind will carry the little bug'ger away.

What does one not get to experience on this path. Extreme highs, extreme lows. Success, failure. Deep friendships, breaking away of old ties, jealousy (especially when you see contemporaries progressive faster than you). Breathtaking beauty, a glimpse of the ultimate peace, the sordid reality of the world. It's a complete existence here. Abundance, joy, a sense of fullness, it's all here. What's more, there is an awareness of it all happening, constantly.

Only a fortunate few find themselves on the spiritual path (some like me are here not by choice, but by accident, grace, a past-life karma). Still fewer move ahead. I'm blessed to be here, at my age, with a human birth, a living master and a teeny weeny desire to know the true purpose of life. It's all that I need to last the rest of my days.

I've always rued over my inability to explain to people the beauty of the Art of the Living course and convince them to experience it first hand. And telling myself that their karma probably doesn't allow them to taste it, doesn't do much for my confidence. Sure, I should surrender that too. But somehow I haven't been able to do that until... I learnt a little pearl of wisdom. A slight shift in the consciousness that seems to be spreading some sunny shine.

It's just a little shift in my focus- from not being able to convince people to do the course, to approaching them with the consciousness of a mother-with true care, a sense of belongingness and love. It seems to have made a little difference and broken through the dark cave, letting in a single clean white ray of hope in myself. And I'm smiling wider.

Ooops, I sense a trickle of doership here. Surrender O, surrender. Haha! Happy day dear ones!

Gone

2010-03-16T21:54:00.002+10:00

I'm disappearing from this space for a while. The other blog too. Those who care to still keep reading will just have to figure out which new blogspace I might own now. Sayonara!

Shivratri

2010-02-13T00:14:00.001+10:00

The following has been taken/ paraphrased etc etc. from quite a few other blogs, articles etc. where G has spoken about the meaning and importance of Shivratri.

Shiva is not any person sitting in some hill. Kailas, that is. Let's look at the meaning of Kailas. 'Las' means where there is celebration, happiness. Where there is nothing but celebration. That, is Kailas. Kunth – is shortage. Vaikunth is where there is shortage of nothing. Where there is only celebration that is Kailas. And hence Shiva is seated in such Kailas. The atman, the core of our existence itslef is Shiva, bliss.

Shivaratri is the day of Lord Shiva. Shiva is the lord of meditation and therefore the lord of awakening. Shiva Tattva means to be awakened. Shivratri is thus an occasion to awaken one's self from all sorts of slumber. Shivaratri is not a night to be slept over. One should try and be up through the night. It signifies being aware of everything you have and being grateful about it. Be grateful for the happiness which leads to growth, and also for sadness which gives a depth to life. This is the right way of observing Shivaratri.

There are certain days and time frames in a year that enhance one's mental and spiritual faculties. In such times, whatever one wishes, materializes. Shivaratri is one such day. All this is very scientific. Going to temples on this day is OK but you should remember that Shiva is everywhere.

No worship is complete without offering something to the deity. Shiva is a very simple lord, he is innocent - 'Bholanath'. One just needs to offer bel-patra to him. But in this simplicity is a deep message. Bel-patra offerings signify the surrender of all three aspects of one's nature -Tamas, Rajas and Sattva. You have to surrender the positives and negatives of your life to Shiva and become carefree! The greatest offering is your self. To offer one's self is the key to happiness in life. It's like a drop owning the ocean. If a drop remains separate, it will perish. But when it becomes the ocean, it is eternal!

Shiva is peace, infinity, beauty and the non-dual One. Ratri means 'to take refuge'. And so Shivaratri is taking refuge in Shiva. Any meditation we do on this day has a manifold effect, for this is the day when the spirit touches the earth. The first sound when creation manifested was Om. The second sound was So Hum. The third sound was Om Namah Shivaya.

There's a LOT more to Shiva than this ant-sized explanation. But so much for now. Happy Shivratri :-)

Madness

2010-02-07T04:57:00.005+10:00

I was born in Bombay. A good part of my childhood was spent in the company of her fun, lively, dreamy, cultured ways. But then she was sold off to the mafias, politicos, crazy builders. Like a good wife, she changed her name. And consequently her personality too. She lost much of her youthful charm, her mangroves and flamingos. Of course there was no one to see the ravage as it was tucked neatly by a growing economy (malls, brands, media, the Ambani's, Tata's and Birla's)

I've had several arguments with people who put down my city on grounds of pollution, poverty, crowd, dirt. And I want to lash out at them; tell them how they, the outsiders, have invaded my city, raped her and left her to rot in misery. While she allows them to live, and thrive, they laugh at her helpless state, scoff at her problems and tune out her cries of help. Make money and move on. It doesn't matter who you trample upon on your way up. Idiots! Don't they know that sooner or later karma will get them!

I love my city. I am proud of her. But I wonder if she'll welcome me back. Because today I am an outsider. In my own home.

From this distance, when I read news reports stating that I should speak only Marathi in public places, I am a little scared. Not because I can't speak the language or understand it. But because I don't think talking in any other language, as long as the person I am speaking with understands me, should be a crime.

Should knowing Marathi be made compulsory for the cabbies? Let's rewind to the history of Mumbai. Who did she really belong to? Who led her to such fantabulous heights? The fisher folk, Parsis, Gujratis- the business community that created the job opportunities. Having said that, Mumbai is a part of Maharashtra and I totally support the the idea that cabbies ought to know the local language. Tamilians are extremely proud of their mother tongue. Some autowallahs will go out of their way to make you feel small for bargaining in English over Tamil. I know I need to learn it. When in Rome, do as the Romans. When in Maharashtra, speak Marathi. And why not?!

Every state is proud of its local language, why shouldn't that be the case with Mumbai? Every state-level minister takes his/her oath in the local language. So why should the demand for the same in Maharshtra court controversy. Shouldn't it just be NORMAL?!

As far as employment is concerned, every city gives preference to locals. So when Maharahtra hopes for the same, why is it so wrong? I think it's quite fair.

But does all of this call for destruction of public property, open threats, law and order problems? Does all this justify the vandalism, rampage in a hospital (remember Singhania HOSPITAL for God's sake!) Aren't there better ways?

When I visit Mumbai now, I'm going to think twice about openly speaking in Bengali with my family. Never mind that I grew up here (or that my grandfather had lived in a Juhu and Bandra that were paddy fields). Never mind that my heart bleeds for the city. I am going to have to prove my love through a language test.

I may understand the demands. But not the methods. Not this goondaism. Why should anyone have to clarify and apologise to people who do not hold any government office, or are not part of any of the armed forces? What makes them the uncrowned rulers of the city? But above all, what makes the crowd obey this self-appointed other government system?. It's fear. And if fear is the foundation of their kingdom, it's not going to stand firm too long.

There are a few things that I find really odd. Apart from telling apart Marathis from South- Indians, Gujratis, Biharis etc. , apart from changing the name of Bombay to Mumbai, what constructive work has the party done that can be remembered? If at all there has been any, the party itself has seen to it that it is overshadowed by such behaviour.

Shouldn't the cause of the Marathi Manoos extend to all parts of Maharashtra? Why focus so much on Mumbai alone? Yep, everyone wants to rule the financial capital of the country!

Shouldn't a party that stands for all things Maharashtrian work ceaselessly (at least that's a better ground for votes) to develop lesser privileged sections of the population and backward areas within the state? Create more job opportunities? Take active measures to curb suicide of farmers? Aren't these the real issue of the common Marathi Manoos?

In a country like ours, finding an issue is never too hard. But why can't the right issues be raised? Why can't people talk of saving tigers without a corporate body initiating it (for a short time, mind you. Put up a website, generate a buzz, make some sales and find the next publicity gimmick).

Where is the class in our debates? The real solid issues? Presentable, educated, sane, firm leaders? Argh! When will this madness stop?!

Follow the link

Toothpaste Ki Tube and More

2010-02-07T02:27:00.003+10:00

On T.V.- Stardust Film Awards; Preity Zinta's strange wobbly walk and firm cleavage display; Rishi Kapoor looking younger (read: not drunk) and Sri Devi's abnormally sunken cheekbones and large eyes.

On mind- Why do all toothpastes claim to be the only ones most widely used by dentists? How does one make a wise choice now (that is, a really smart one that's not based on blue versus red gel or blue versus red, or green pack design)? If teeth had characteristics like hair (strong, brittle etc.) would it make it any easier to choose the right toothpaste?

This year I took a decision to live on the happy path. To do away with negativity; with all things and people that are negative; to consciously, selfishly live for myself. And I love it. I am blessed. Lucky to have parents who give me the freedom and support to live life my way.

This year, I shall do my best to rise above mediocrity, have fun trying to exceed my own expectations. And let nobody but myself, judge my work. This year I am going to lift up my head, fix it firmly on my shoulders and shrug off the dust.

This year I am going to think of toothpastes, dots, sequins, threads, shoes, paanwaalaas. Sugar, spice, chips with dip and creamy ice.

Yes, things will be okay. Will be perfectly fine. With so many blessings in life, how can it not be? :-)

Tales of Passion

2009-12-21T20:36:00.005+10:00

Only a Teeny Tiny Glimpse of Mulund

2009-09-03T19:48:00.001+10:00

New Blog!!!

2009-09-01T04:31:00.003+10:00

Hello my few but faithful followers/ readers, check out my new blog, bookmark it, visit often, comment, float it around. Blatant Blabber is back :D

Decoding

2009-08-20T17:21:00.005+10:00

It’s quite uncanny that over the past two weeks I’ve been faced with a whole lot of questions about AOL and Guruji, all of which stem from similar perceptions. The points they have raised are very valid for I myself asked these same questions for a good one year after I was introduced to all of this spiritual-shpiritual stuff. While I am no authority on this subject, I know what I’ve found. And it appeals to me both, on an intellectual and emotional level. Something that’s better experienced than expressed.

And since several people have asked me these time and again, out of curiosity, irritation, anger, or genuine will to know, I took it as a sign to write about it and on my part set the record straight on a few things.
1. He is a guru of the rich
A Guru doesn't pick His followers by their economic status. Saying that He is a guru of only the affluent would insinuate that the rich have no need spiritual upliftment. Or the poor don’t exist at all. Art of Living reaches out to both, the spiritually and physically underprivileged sections of the society. And why not!
His, is a universal organization. And His followers range from villagers to IITians, auto drivers to NASA scientists. From Dharavi to Bosnia, prison inmates in South African and Scotland to Tihar Jail. From Hindus in India and Indonesia to Muslims in Iraq. Parsis, Catholics, Buddhists, everyone! His vision is an all-encompassing, non-discriminating acceptance (not tolerance. Ugh for that word) of all. And one that, we as His followers, are rather proud to be associated with.

A Guru by meaning of the word itself is someone who takes you from darkness to light. It is not His job to intervene in the laws of nature. What is born must die of course. He is not one to prevent death. But yes, if there is even 10% chance of you overcoming it, A Guru provides you with the tools, strength and the path to do so. Try the SKY if you haven’t already and you’ll know what MILLIONS across the globe are raving about.
It's only natural to doubt someone who stands out from the crowd. What He says quite often appears entirely non-believable. But for many of us who are doing our best to follow it (and in day-to-day life it’s a hard thing to do), we’ve experienced a certain level of enrichment in life. For sure.
2. Why does he have two ‘Sri’s’ to His name?
There’s a history to that but for another time. However, if you look into the Indian tradition (perhaps Hindu to be precise), you’d find several saints who have more than one ‘Shri’ as a prefix to their name. And can also go up to 108 (stay glued to Sanskar channel to know more. LOL! Thanks to Nani ;-) ). Simply google ‘Shri Shri Shri’ and you’ll find enough evidence.
So why does his name generate such a hullaballoo? Hmm…perhaps ‘coz He’s more accessible to the media than others. Some would call that publicity gimmick. We think it’s a good way to reach out to more people with the message of peace and service. And given that there are quite a few media persons who came reporting and left as devotees, I think it’s a bloody good idea :D
The stereotypical image of a guru is one dressed in rags, cut-off from the world, very austere etc etc. But, a stereotyped image set in one person’s mind need not be the reality for another. And a deviation from that image frankly affects the person with that perception not the one perceived. There were a lot of things in the ancient world that compelled many saints to live the way they did. Times have changed, and so if a guru is accessible on a Sanskar or Astha, why should raise such an alarm?
3. Spirituality should come cheap.
Sure, but every course sees several people participate. There’s a rent for the hall. Simple logistics that require money. Our volunteers are not just the businessmen that are hyped about. It’s largely people who are regular professionals, from electricians to engineers. And not all of us have the capacity to bear the funding for one entire course.
Our rural development programs and slum programs are offered free. But there is a cost involved in organizing it. The participation can be anything from 25 to 250. Can people with a junior level salary like mine shoulder the expense? NO.
And a little inside info- the courses were initially free. This, surprisingly enough didn’t increase the participation (Heh! one would think something free gets more attention :-P). A fee system was installed that would cover the cost of the program, go towards the other charitable programs and act as a commitment to complete the course. The result?- 25 glorious years of service. And many more to come :D

4. Do we need to learn how to breathe?
Yes. Did you know that the average person uses only 25- 30% of their lung capacity. It would be lower for smokers. And that’s quite a revelation. Because from the time we are born until the time we die, it is nothing but the breath that sustains us. How often do we even realize we’re breathing? Do we truly understand the impact of our emotions, food, habits etc on this integral, primary function of life? It is a power that few have understood and tapped into. A power that’s subtle and simple. So when you can’t survive without the breath how can you possibly underestimate its power to enrich life.

5. Why does he try to be God?
Really? Does he? By common sense I would think that this perception comes from the fact that everytime He is in the city His followers throng the airport, His rallies attract large mobs of people. Well, we’d much rather do that for a spiritual leader than a Shahrukh Khan. What is it that makes Him come across as a “Godman”? I don’t know of any such thing. All I know is that He is my Guru, my teacher. Who doesn’t say I have to renounce the world and go off to the Himalayas to find my island of peace. He brings the spiritual path within my reach, where I don’t have to give up my duties and responsibilities and sit in some cave to experience “bliss”. He has made spirituality accessible to the common man. So why complain if the common man can’t have enough of Him.

6. God is in me, why should I follow a Guru?
Well, you ‘shouldn’t have to following anything in life.

But what’s funny is that every spiritual master has always maintained that God is in you and we need to look within and find Him. It all boils down to you.

But how many people, in everyday life, have the time, energy, skill to look within? It is a very important thing to do. But how many people actually get around to doing it? For most, looking within and finding the answers (though a really fun journey) leads to a lot of confusion and in many cases depression too. It raises doubts and questions that can either propel you further or dissuade you completely from the path.

Trying to understand yourself is way harder than understanding the one next to you. For many seekers it takes a lifetime and they still fail to find answer. Let’s just say that with a Guru in your life, things like this are put on the fast track.

Have we as His followers found the answer? Hell no! We’d be like Him or other masters had we discovered the purpose of existence. But our journey now is simpler, and seeking is a celebration.

He states very often- “there is no difference between Guru, God and Self”.

So people who are atheists, are not away from God because they believe in themselves (which kind of defeats the purpose of being an atheist. Though I should add that it was kind of fun to go through that phase and does give rise to a strange sort of self-confidence).

Believers are very content and peaceful within. But those who form the majority of the grey area, who totter between believers and non-believers, the presence of a Guru definitely does bring some clarity.

God is within each one of us. It’s so true. We’ve all heard this as children. And yet, in how many of us has that Godly element truly blossomed? There are very few people who have devoted their life to that and have found an answer. It is they whom we call our Gurus. They know something we don’t. And just like in school, we go to these teachers to learn something. And the fact is, it’s a far more enjoyable learning experience than formal education can ever hope to be.

As I write this I remember Dev Anand (huge fan!) from Rendezvous with Simi: you could (if you are able to), pray to yourself after a certain time (you gotta love him :D )

A Guru teaches you how to overcome obstacles rather than escaping them. He doesn’t tell you to shun responsibilities or escape problems to chase bliss. While he can divert obstacles, he arms you with the strength and ability to cope with troubles. Like SKY. It doesn’t turn us into mini Gurus or Gods, but is definitely a tool that everyone could do with. Does he play God? No. But do we, as people who have learnt something invaluable from Him, want to shower Him with our love, respect adulation and blah blah blah- hell yes! :D And only a true Guru, knowing who he is, will accept that gracefully.

What is a Guru or who is a Guru is an extremely vast topic, one that after a point cannot be put in words. I don’t want to sound like tooth-flashing, chandan-wearing, mala-japping devotee who throws about phrases like ‘bhagwaan ki marzi ke bina ek patta bhi nahi hil sakta’. But being a person who can’t accept things without rationalization, or putting it to the test, I can say that I have not only doubted my Guru, but have also tested Him and am pretty satisfied with the results. On several occasions I’ve expressed my love and respect towards Him and even my anger. And so far I find that I have grown more in this relationship than any other in life.

Aside: I’m in a totally Dr. Brian Weiss trip these days. And in one of the books, he finds that every soul on this planet has but one purpose: to move upwards towards a higher goal; to constantly learn and improve. If you’re one to believe in the karma theory and that people are born again and again, you would understand that this cycle continues only as long as you don’t learn to grow and from the view of the cosmic whole, each lifetime is nothing but a blink.

Which brings me to another point, why should I believe in rebirth? The law of thermodynamics (or something like that which I studied in school) states that energy can neither be created nor destroyed. And by Newton’s laws of motion, every action has an equal and opposite reaction. So if soul is energy then it must be true that our forefathers said that it’s only the body that dies. The soul lives on. And therefore by the law of motion, the soul would have to be born again to move towards the higher goal, rectify mistakes, live through the results of its past actions and all that karma logic and stuff.

Hmmm….It’s kind of unfair that I should be paying for sins committed in my past life. But if I’m enjoying a good life, then I wouldn’t complain right? It’s like the sprouts and fruits analogy. When you soak sprouts it germinates very soon- almost overnight. Plant a mango seed and it takes a few years. And it’s even longer for a coconut. And I suppose that’s how the karma theory really does work. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction but the results come to you depending on the nature of your action. So while some accounts are settled in this life, others have to be carried forward.

Okay. Hold on! Where have I landed in this post! Talk about digression! :-P For my sake and yours, I shall sign off now. See you later alligators.

When I Met Shiva...

2009-08-12T01:33:00.002+10:00

(Chants) Arunachala Shiva -

The Warriors of Virugambakkam

2009-08-09T16:25:00.009+10:00

It all started with that ominous news of the triple eclipse. A phenomenon that was recorded in history to have caused major damage to mankind- the war of Kurukshetra, submerging of Dwaraka, the two disastrous world wars.... So would something like that happen once again? Something more shattering than the recent Mumbai attacks or the Sri Lankan crisis? Something worse than the tsunami? Would history really repeat itself?

Dunno about that but this nagging thought led to a more firm realization. That it is probably now more than ever that people need to be brought into knowledge. All around the world there is a shift happening all at once. No country is free of violence. And every person is facing the heat of financial, civilian or terrorist crisis in one way or the other. It only leads every human being to one thing- a search for peace, away from the maddening crowd, in one's self. So what better time than now to announce our courses and arrange them in a big way!

It was sometime in the second week of July, over a casual dinner on a Sunday night that few of the volunteers decided to organize a course. In one day flat, at a slightly distant corner of Chennai- Virugambakkam.

And so it was, on the very next day that they swung into action. On ground and over the phone. Under the guidance of a very dynamic teacher, Dr. Babu (who has some very interesting experiences of his own to share), we worked from 6 in the morning to late at night. The result? More than 20 participants in one day, without pamphlets, emails or intro talks. A most satisfying, energizing experience for all of us.

Well, so that was that. The course began and the Sudarshan Kriya worked its magic. Doubled of course, by the powerful persona of our teacher and the impeccable organization of the Virugambakkam volunteers. And just when we were recovering from the excitement, the next vision was before us.

On the second last day of the course, we decided to arrange another Part 1 program on the following Tuesday. This gave us exactly three and a half days to put together, what we wanted to be, a mega course. Over 100 participants.

And so we spread out all over the neighbouring areas. Volunteers arranged intro talks in a matter of hours. We caught people off guard and off the street, walked into their homes, and did whatever we could think of to spread the word.

The frenzied rush for registrations also came with serene meditative pauses that worked better than energy drinks on our system. And the best part- every time we chanted the Guru Puja or Om Namah Shivaya, the heavens rained down on us. It was a beautiful play with the divine. One that not only us, but He too seemed to enjoy. And it was through this tacit conversation with nature that we gained further strength and momentum to carry on the work.

While positive response trickled in little by little, our enthusiasm faced a constant seesaw. In those three days we faced the worst criticism, experienced the strength of collective consciousness, the strange joy of uncertainty, the headache caused by confusions, the tiredness of the mad rush, the mutual admiration of our commitment, the inspiration from our teacher, the shared excitement at every registration, the competition to outdo one another and the support extended to help each other. It was a whirlwind of experiences and emotions. But the drama really began to unfold on the final day.

The course was slated to begin at 6 in the evening and the volunteers worked relentlessly until then. As difficult as it was to start, they were now finding it hard to stop! And in the end the volunteers of Virugambakkam organized the course for over 50 people. Quite a figure in such a short time! And that too, without leaflets, pamphlets or emails. And when we sat back and reviewed the rush we went through, it was the funny mix of enthusiasm and calmness that left us more satisfied than the final numbers.

Well, two back-to-back courses with over 70 participants. So what was next? Another Part 1 program of course.

With one course already filling people with a sense of peace and solace, we set about organizing the next one, once again in only 3 days. The process was the same. But this time the work simply flowed. Things were beginning to fall into place without much effort. And in such a short time span, we had registered over 40 people. What a week that was!

We were now getting addicted to all the action. That day, the volunteers worked on tirelessly until 6 in the evening. And once we realized that we had indeed managed to cross our target of 100 participants, the rains rocked Chennai.

Phew! Three weeks. Three consecutive Part 1 courses. Over 100 people who were immensely moved. And if that wasn't enough, the volunteers also organized Navchetna and Balchetana Shibirs for way over hundred people around the area. It was humbling to see the turnout at the follow-up session that week. Easily over 70.

But all of this seva and sadhna felt incomplete without a satsang. And after nearly a month of continuous hard work it was only fitting to celebrate in a grand way. And what better way than a Maha Satsang! One that would introduce the new entrants into the celebratory spirit of the Art of Living and give others a chance to let their hair down and enjoy!

Given our knack for last minute decision-making, the satsang too was organized in two days flat. And it was then that we truly experienced the power of our Master. What was to be a regular satsang on just a slightly large scale was now effortlessly and automatically shaping up to be something bigger.

We invited people over the phone and on email. Someone arranged for a stage and a decorator. People we didn't know were calling up to confirm the time of the satsang. And the neighbourhood kept peeping into the school grounds feeling and adding to the buzz. Clearly, this was turning into an event we had never imagined.

It was then that we heard the news of our Master's arrival in Chennai- a one day visit that was jam-packed with meetings. And strangely enough there were phone calls enquiring about His arrival at the satsang. Was He coming? We were as inquisitive and surprised as everyone else. None of the official emails and SMSes we had sent out carried any inkling of that information. How then did people suddenly begin to guess? Or rather, assume. Could it be? Really? Now things were really getting exciting.

Given His schedule, it was tough. But given our longing, it was definitely worth a shot. Some of the volunteers hurried to His residence and surrendered our efforts to Him in person. And while He shuttled between one appointment and the next, the satsang in Virumgambakkam began in high spirits. Constant news updates from the school grounds kept up our excitement and anticipation. And just when Guruji was meeting the devotees at his residence, the phone rang: a head count of over 200 people at the satsang within the first hour!

Oh my God! Could that really be possible? Could just two days of work pay off this way? It was obvious at this point that the Master couldn't make it. We surrendered our love and longing, hurdles and successes to Him. And He in turn blessed us with a loving smile and two very uplifting words: ‘Very good!’

It’s funny how the simplest words from the Master have the capacity to drive you forwards and fill you with such a sense of completeness.

And so we sped off. Back to where it all began, fighting the city traffic as best as we could. The volunteers there were waiting with a look of contentment. They had pulled it off without even realizing it. Silently working behind the scenes (and on it too). Constantly surrendering both their anxieties and elation at the feet of the Master and simply moving ahead from one vision to the next. While both the teacher and the volunteers felt proud and inspired to be working with each other, we noticed a wonderful new feeling within us- the power of togetherness that can only happen when you are united in seva.

Because it’s only during seva that your skills, your knowledge, your commitment, focus and energy, everything is really put to test. And you begin to understand and appreciate the contribution of everyone involved in the process. You begin to look at yourself and others as seva warriors. Exactly what He wishes us all to be (and our Chennai has so many).

When we returned, the rocky backyard of the school had an air of other worldliness. Draped in a sequined fabric of blue and gold, the stage personified a most elegant lady- poised, welcoming and full of charm. It was a shimmering island of joy. The singers and musicians reveled in a space of their own. And neighbours joined in from the terraces leaning in for one curious look.

The celebration peaked when our teacher Dr. Babu motivated the volunteers further. “The volunteers of Virugambakkam who made the teacher proud”, he stated. And once that was said, there was only one thing left to do- plan the next course of action :-)

Pearls of Wisdom

2009-08-09T00:54:00.003+10:00

Simple Truths and Humour

2009-08-08T23:33:00.004+10:00

Look What I Found!

2009-08-08T14:50:00.006+10:00

The full moon her mysteries

Arunachala Shiva

The Master and His herd :-)

:-)

2009-07-28T15:55:00.015+10:00

Read a post recently that got me thinking. It had some pertinent points which made me question the meaning of spirituality in my life. And since half my brain lives on this page, the thoughts HAD to be here :-)

Hmmm, so what is spirituality to me. Let's see...

1. It's about accepting the duality of things in existence. Everything is, in its own place, alright.

2. It's a hard thing to follow. Think I've mentioned this in a previous post- when you're in that serene space all those words of the spiritual lexicon seem so effortless to put into practice. Then of course you step out of the ashram and begin to judge the woman next to you who coughs without covering her mouth. :-) [And then the Master pops into your head and you offer her some water. Heh!]

3. Spirituality is not about renouncing the world or constantly smiling at people (yes, even the ones that get on your nerves). It's about doing whatever it takes to make sure you are at peace with yourself. Even if it means having to yell at someone. The art lies in snapping out of that mood soon enough without holding any grudges and moving on calmly. That is quite do-able and does become easy with a lil' conscious effort.

4. It's about learning how not to be rigid. About anything. I suppose once you begin to understand the reason behind every action, to an extent it stops to exist for you. Of course I have my likes and dislikes. And that's fine. I've been sent to this planet to enjoy it all- the juicy apples and the rotten ones too. But the art of living really happens when you learn to let go of everything- the positive and the negative. And that is super tough!

5. It's rather foolish to dissect people, their words and their actions. Because nothing remains the same ever. Feelings change so often. Moods swings every now and then. Opinions change with time. So judging anyone is rather futile. But before you try to overcome this habit, it's important that you learn how not to judge yourself.

6. Spirituality helps me be a little more open than I was. It gives me energy, a goal in life, a focus. An ability to actually care a damn about the world without really doing so.

7. It helps me visit a slum and talk to its people and sit in a mansion and share jokes with the owner with absolute ease. And every time that happens I feel a sense of awe at life and everything she puts me through ( is 'life' usually referred to as feminine or is that my sub-conscious feminist side raising it's pimply forehead?)

8. It's not about flashing a silly grin at people, confusing sleep with meditation or throwing around words like 'bliss' and 'grace' at the drop of a hat.

8. And finally spirituality teaches me to forget all the above points and simply rejoice in whatever makes me happy. It teaches me to take some time out for strangers. What's more, it gives me the strength to do that.

When I see my Master it shows me a glimpse of infinity. When I speak to Him, I feel a surge of emotions- good and bad, 'censored' and otherwise. And I offer it all to Him. When I fight through the crowd just to touch Him, I wonder at myself. At this madness that springs forth against all reason. And it feels great. Liberating, is the word- to put my mind on the shelf and let my heart take over completely. I've never been drunk in my life. Not that I haven't tried. But it's never fascinated me. And I always think that perhaps, this is what it feels like to be intoxicated. His presence makes me want to dig deeper into our vast storehouse of spiritual knowledge and vedic gyaan and know the mechanics of having a guru. And then to chuck it away and actually realise the blessed joy of it all.

At times I really don't see much point in revising knowledge points. I don't always remember it. In times of distress, I don't recollect page 72 (or whatever) of 'Celebrating Silence'. More than anything else, it's my Master's face that helps me swim through the rough tides. And I suppose it is a good thing. All I need is my Master. :-)

Ok, I'm on a trip now. Haha! Might as well go with the flow.

Somebody once asked Guruji, why should one have a Guru in life? And if everything is destiny, what can he possibly change. To which his piercing eyes scanned the hall and in his tinkling voice he said, " If an arrow is destined to hit you on the head, the arrow will come towards you no doubt. But the presence of a Guru will divert it. Instead of hitting your head it'll go right over, take the hat on your head and fly away."

Nice. Makes sense on some level. But frankly, how much of intellectualising can truly explain the joy millions of people, who have a Master in their lives, feel. Like the most breathtaking scenery, or a handsome hunk like Milind Soman, this too is beyond all words :D

And that's the end and beginning of everything.

My journey in AOL is just three years old. And the sea of emotions I've felt, learnt- both from personal experience and others' stories- has changed me as a person. Life now is simply before AOL and after AOL.

Spirituality has taught me more than anything else to love myself. Without anyone branding me egoistic, conceited etc.

Ok, can go on forever. It's a topic I love (and God knows my blog is full of it :-P). But when in office act official. So ta-ta my lazy readers. Put your fingers to some use and key in your comments. I promise to publish the ones I like best ;-)

The Wonder Years

2009-04-17T04:58:00.010+10:00

Here's one show I could sit and watch over and over again (DVDs in India yet??)- The Wonder Years. A show that can never be stale because it deals with things so close to your heart you are compelled to relive your childhood in every single episode. And it feels great.

Here are some of my favourite quotes from the show:

“Once upon a time there was a girl I knew, who lived across the street. Brown hair, brown eyes. When she smiled, I smiled. When she cried, I cried. Every single thing that ever happened to me that mattered, in some way had to do with her. That day Winnie and I promised each other that no matter what, that we'd always be together. It was a promise full of passion and truth and wisdom. It was the kind of promise that can only come from the hearts of the very young.”

“All our young lives we search for someone to love. Someone who makes us complete. We choose partners and change partners. We dance to a song of heartbreak and hope... all the while wondering if somewhere, somehow, there's someone perfect... who might be searching for us.”

If anyone of you know off/ have the DVDs, please please please let me know :-)

"Growing up happens in a heartbeat. One day you're in diapers; the next day you're gone. But the memories of childhood stay with you for the long haul.I remember a place...a town... a house like a lot of other houses, a yard like a lot of other yards, a street like a lot of other streets. And the thing is, after all these years, I still look back, with wonder."

Falling off the Cliff

2009-04-13T02:05:00.004+10:00

Here's a little something that a kind soul forwarded to me.
'When you're falling off a cliff, only two things can happen. Either He will catch you or He will teach you how to fly.'
I intend to take a dive just to experience either of the two. :-)

Living with God

2009-02-27T23:31:00.009+10:00

When you speak to God like a friend, He lends a patient affectionate ear. When you talk to Him like you would to your parents, He helps you sift the good from the bad. When you speak to him like a lover, He showers you with all the love in the universe. And fills your life with passion and enthusiasm. When you speak to Him like He were your teacher, an ocean of spellbinding cosmic knowledge opens up. When you let out your anger on him, He takes in every word patiently, unaffected. And then all of a sudden you're devoid of any resentment towards anyone. When you nag Him with your worries, He laughs it off and then you laugh at yourself. When you sing His praises, you find Him singing with you.About you. When you're letting your feet dance, you realise you're grooving to His tunes. When you're spending hours dressing up, you're preparing for a celebration with Him. When you close your eyes, He pervades your soul. When you go about your daily work, He walks with you. And this is true every single time. Without fail, no exception. No compromise.

No wonder it's easy to walk so freely in the night. How can you bother about anyone or anything when you know He (some might prefer 'it'?) walks with you always.

For Anya

2009-02-12T21:53:00.006+10:00

For G

2009-02-12T21:27:00.004+10:00

Sing along:

When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary;

When troubles come and my heart burdened be;

Then, I am still and wait here in the silence,

Until you come and sit awhile with me.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;

You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;

I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;

You raise me up... To more than I can be.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;

You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;

I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;

You raise me up... To more than I can be.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;

You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;

I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;

You raise me up... To more than I can be.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;

You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;

I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;

You raise me up... To more than I can be.

My Most Loved Bhajan

2008-12-30T14:34:00.002+10:00

To My Friend. My Brother.

2008-12-10T18:03:00.007+10:00

Of the many things I hadn't expected to welcome me in Brissie (including the depression, racism and a stint at the hospital) were the deep strong friendships that made my otherwise rocky journey a really pleasant adventure. I miss Australia, if at all, for the people I've left behind. Sometimes I feel like going back just so I can hug them again. Oh well, I guess I have no choice but to settle for video chats.

Missing all of you a lot today! There's hardly any life in the groups I meet here. There's friendship, there's devotion, a common goal, positivity but a serious lack of LIFE! A lack of that unquestioned, unbridled madness that came so easily with the intimacy and warmth that we shared. I've even lost the will to try now 'coz it just isn't the same without you guys.

I do like it here. I'm happy in India. It's home. Being here is like sinking into a giant soft pillow under a comforting blanket. And yet, not a day goes by when I don't think, speak or pray for the happiness and peace of my family down under.

But it's a wonderful day for me today Amitya!!!! With all my heart and all my love, I wish you the absolute best in future. May this new beginning bring you every joy in the world. May the two of you walk into your futures with blessings that pave the way for a common goal in life. May you be able to pick each other up in times of struggle, give strength to your dreams with togetherness and move gently ahead towards mutual happiness and peace.

I wish we could all have been together at this point. But I am celebrating your happiness in spirit. Does distance really matter when we're joined at heart? :-)

With lots and lots and lots of love!!! BIG HUGS!!!!

My Favourite Movie Scene

2008-11-03T14:14:00.004+10:00

Not too hard to guess why I love it! :D

Happies Endings and Fun Beginnings :-)

2008-10-26T03:37:00.010+10:00

End to another road. Surprisingly enough, many more paths seemed to have opened up before me. Quit one job, and already en route to another. Life's peaceful. Life's good. Am taken care off. Interestingly enough, had joined on an auspicious day and quit on one too. Wonder what that says? :-)

Attended an Art of Living pre-Diwali bash with 170 orphaned kids, acting like Hanuman's vanar sena, wishing me a 'Happy Diwali', kissing and petting me, talking to me in an alien language and amidst it all I found myself forgetting every worry in the world. With so many good wishes from untainted hearts, what's in store for the future can only be good.

The Journey

2008-06-20T17:12:00.001+10:00

Henna

2008-05-15T11:02:00.005+10:00

For the major project ad campaign we're involved with this semester, one of the many concept executions involved an elaborate henna design. So I contacted this aquaintence of a friend who does this. She was very sweet, and at first glance I knew her type- docile, grounded, friendly, a little shy and unsure of her surroundings. Well, that's quite natural if you are in a new country and barely know the language. But I was reassured that when it comes to tattooing, she would simply rock! It's a typically 'homely' Indian girl thing. Hence, I can't do it :-P! But she was good.

Those two hours, she seemed like an artist completely cut off from all distractions around her. slowly, patiently, she went on making one swirling line after another. Adding minute details and filling in gaps here and there partly from imagination and the rest from a design book. The henna paste wriggled out of a small plastic cone which she had made at home and very carefully nipped off the tip to get the right amount flowing out.

Was it messy? Not really. She had a little towel to squeeze out the lumpy bits from the cone and was quite neat and organised herself. As for the girl she painted upon, all it took for her to get it done is oodles of patience. Well that was one day. The next day the referring friend got it done for herself. And I must say hers came out looking better because she had left it on longer (all night!!) than the first one. And after the dried bit was scraped off, she had warmed her hands over a hot pan with cloves on it. As if roasting poppadums. Hmmmm....interesting. Apparently, it makes the colour darker.

Another interesting bit of tip- VICKS! Yes the vaporub. Apparently rubbing that on the hand deepens the colour too (and kills the real fragrance of the henna too I'm sure). Oh, almost forgot this one- a slight mixture of lemon, sugar and water daubed on with cotton while the paste is still on. Sounds like a LOOOOOOOT of work and even greater amount of patience.

So that was two days in a row. The third day I was surfing as usual catching up on film gossip fro back home and there was this photo feature on the world's fastest (?) henna artists who tattoos all the famous 'bollywood' stars. I wondered why suddenly all of the universe is showcasing henna to me out of the blue (or green in this case). Since I had the exposure to it off late, I chose to do my magazine article feature on it. Pass. I need to pass. Journalism is NOT my cup of tea and I'm glad I discovered that. I shall never have second thoughts about advertising henceforth.

So anyway, I thought I could start jotting down my ideas and experiences with henna on this blog. I've never been a big fan. Though I do think it is fun. I prefer the look before it is scraped off, that is, the brown colour instead of the orange. I do not like the way the hand begins to look once the colour starts fading. And knowing my fickle mind, I think the headiness of the henna would last just for a day or two and ater that I would be too impatient to get it off.

No, I don't think it's my kind of thing. But I AM fascinated with the process and the design itself. The concept is lovely. The colours are natural, more healing and cooling than chemicals. It is NOT a permanent tattoo. And the designs are simply divine. The whole process is such an art- patiently squeezing the paste out of a small homemade plastic cone reproducing the design inch for inch. There is something so very gentle and sacred about the procedure itself- the labour, the fragrance, the wait for something beautiful in the end. No wonder it is such an integral part for special occasions. A good, pure omen.

Hmmm, I have played with it with and tried to apply it with the end of a matchstick, as a child. It work as good as a child's play would. It's still not something I would do to myself- but definitely quite a form of art. Check it out-

Stairway Through Life

2008-03-25T00:36:00.006+10:00

What pleasure lies in life without the colour of pastels, the soft (or loud) strain of music, the graceful swiftness of the body to its rhythms, the joy of ant-like words on strong smelling paper, the feel of a nib scraping against paper- words shaping a story, like the eternal potter shaping our lives.

What felicity exists in existence without the will to learn, the thrill to win, the satisfaction of teaching, the comfort of sharing.

What achievement lies in life without the need to attain, the peace in smiling, the relief in tears, the strength in pain, the elation in merriment.

What grace lies in life without failure, the dignity in rising after a fall, the power of silence.

What bounty does prevail without the feeling of being taken care of, the security of selfless, ever-accepting love, the sight of perspective, the stillness of experience, the vision of foresightedness.

What point lies in life without the understanding that life is not really living. It is floating into time...space...into the nothing that we come from, into the everything that we are.

To all of you who've ever walked in through the door of my life, thank you for from you, I have learnt to make my obscure life, a little more valuable. From you...

Funny Ad with Indian Guy

2008-03-17T16:50:00.003+10:00

Atmashtakam (Song of the Soul)

2008-03-09T11:16:00.005+10:00

Got this off the net after hearing it sung by Bhanu Didi. Lovely!

mano buddhyahamkara chittani naham
na cha shrotra jivhe na ca ghrana netre
na cha vyoma bhumih na tejo navayuh
chidananda rupah shivoham shivoham

Neither mind nor intellect, neither ego nor any mental state
Neither ears nor tongue, neither nose nor eyes
Neither space nor earth, neither fire nor wind
The embodiment of blissful consciousness, I am that.

na cha prana sayno na vai pancha vayuh
na va sapta dhatur na va pancha koshah
na vak pani padau na chopastha payu
chidananda rupah shivoham shivoham

Neither life-force nor the five winds
Neither the seven bodily substances nor the five sheaths
Neither speech nor hands, neither feet, genitals nor rectum
The embodiment of blissful consciousness, I am that.

ne me dvesha ragau na me lobha mohau
mado naive me naiva matsarya bhavah
na dharmo na chartho na kamo na mokshah
chidananda rupah shivoham shivoham

Neither attraction nor repulsion, neither greed nor delusion
Neither pride nor vanity, neither jealousy nor envy
Neither righteousness nor wealth, neither pleasure nor liberation
The embodiment of blissful consciousness, I am that.

na punyam na papam na saukhyam na duhkham
na mantro na tirtham na veda na yajnah
aham bhojanam naiva bhojyam na bhokta
cidananda rupah shivoham shivoham

Neither goodness nor sin, neither happiness nor suffering
Neither prayer nor pilgrimage, neither revealed scripture nor ritual sacrifice
Neither enjoyer nor enjoyed nor enjoyment
The embodiment of blissful consciousness, I am that.

na me mrutyu shnaka na me jati bhedah
pita naiva me naiva mata na janma
na bandhur na mitram gurur naiva shishyah
chidananda rupah shivoham shivoham

Neither fear nor death nor caste distinction
Neither father nor mother nor birth itself
Neither relatives nor friend, neither guru nor disciple

aham nirvikalpo nirakara rupo
vibhur vyapya cha sarvatra sarvendriyanam
cha sangatam naiva muktir na meyah
chidananda rupah shivoham shivoham

Beyond thought and beyond form
In all thing, everywhere, in all senses
Impartial to all, neither attached nor detached
The embodiment of blissful consciousness, I am that.