GYAN Series

Philosophy is matter of the mind that we are tryin to conquer

BOOM SHANKAR

A New Year has dawned, and life has been just the same. The routine continues. Wake up bleary eyed from the previous days mayhem. Every muscle in the body is aching and crying out so loud and wants to be heard. It needs to escape from reality and get to a world of its own - Dont see it happening anytime soon though.

Every time I go home the feeling is just absofreakinlutely (copyright) wonderful. The weather, the chillness in the air, the warmth from my parents. The feeling of going back home, getting pampered and over fed. Getting coffee at the snap of a finger or sometimes not even have to do that. The smiles, the happiness is just such a wonderful experience in itself. Havent been home in almost three months. The love is still the same, my room looks still the same, the smell just the same, the old blanket left in one corner is neatly folded and kept ready for me to come there and go plonk on the bed. My mobile phone is on silent, not that I dont want to hear from anyone. But I want to hear from the ones who mean to me. Ones who are special and for the others, well they can wait. Work can wait. Life can wait.

Spending time with my parents and my brothers is always rejuvenating. The conversations always remain so fresh in my mind even after ages. Drove down from banglore to coimbatore. The drive was simply amazing. Drove 350 odd kms in the night. The silence is eerie. The flashlights from oncoming vehicles are the only annoying factor from time to time. Ever had the feeling when your mind is so full of thoughts and you still feel empty – Happy? Thats wat happens to me every time I go home.

Managed another amazing padhayaathrai a spiritual walk to a mountain temple during this trip. Pongal with family always brings a smile on my face and this year was no different. Eating all the goodies that mom prepared, sitting with the coolest grand mom ever and discussing cricket strategies. Greg chappels mistakes, Pakistanis moves and the Indian batsmens reply. She would any day be the most effective coach any cricket team could ask for. And during the break she would sit with her electronic sudoku gadget, listening to Sudha Raghunathans keerthanai in Aadhi thalam. Its a treat to watch. I love u Paati.

The walk to Giri temple was a life altering trip. Six of us, all family set out from our house at 5 in the morning. A 4 am alarm got the gang moving. The only thought in our minds being the shiva alone. Nothing else. Totally blank. Any time we visit a temple, we have a list of things to ask, a list of items to request, thank yous to be said. But after climbin the seven hills to reach the top, when we were sitting next to the shiva linga, the weather is freezing. One wont believe that this place is only 30 kms from my house and its freezing any day of the year. Ice particles would form on the face. The wind is so strong, it pierces the skin, you have to walk through clouds, the mist is strong. The journey magical. It can not be explained in words. It is a feeling that one has to experience and even then to each his own. Immersed in thoughts. But still so totally blank. A weird feeling to be in, but we all love it. That’s why we do this often as and when we can. The prayer went on well and none of us had anything to ask the lord. But all of us had a totally satisfied look, content beyond any words could explain.
Bhole Naath.
Now am back in Bangalore. Smiling, happy and content. Full of energy. Fully recharged. Ready to face anything that comes my way.

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Shining away above the transparent skies
A disc, cruising along the highway of hell

Radiating sparks of sorrow and fumes of passion
Arresting my senses as I gasp for air

Crooked images of reality
Targeting inches of my dark desires

The sharpness protruding my skin
As I wallow in pain - Alone... Lost....

I asked for Peace
Before the Green Being blew me to Pieces.........

"Conversation with an Alien"

Am not a VIRGIN anymore....

Enter a dark room, with vedic chants in the background. A dim light from a zero watt bulb lights the room. The floor is slippery from the oil. The rooms smells of oil, and there are oil bottles everywhere. No I was not in some petrol station. But I went to pamper myself with a nice full body Ayurvedic massage – Abhayanga. I have been doing some work on Ayurvedic massage therapists for a while now. Too much information from the internet and thousands of articles, endless phone calls and also been meeting a lot of people and talking to them about Ayurveda really got me all worked up for a massage. MY FIRST EVER. I always believe that we are all chameleons of karma and there is nothing on this world that can make us happy. We keep pampering ourselves with everything that money can buy or anything that we can buy. Work has been really busy and I was buried for the last one month (that explains my update status) I needed a break and I needed it fast. So decided to get a massage and totally rejuvenate myself. Took my car and went to the massage center. A huge – bulky square jawed woman with a small smile on the edge of her face welcomed us. (My cousin and I) My brain was full of ideas, Is she the one who would give me the massage? Oh my god, Do I really need this thing now? I havent had one before, so why try now? Then I think she understood the wave of thoughts in my head and she told me, For gents- Gents, For ladies – Ladies. I love the way she put it. Still cant stop smirking on that tone. I got up and was taken to this dark room, not big enough to accommodate more than five ppl. There were two guys dressed in a shirt and a veshti who greeted me and asked me to change. I was taken aback. I asked them 'Change to what', that is when I realized what I had put myself into. The rest Ladies and Gentlemen is what all of you have in mind. This tiny piece of cloth clinging on to dear life and dear skin was the only source of keeping my dignity at bay. Not in all these years have I ever stood like that in front of two grown men. Am straight – straight as Dhronacharyas arrow. And it was really uncomfortable. But then it was too late to back off now. I decided I might as well lay back and well try and relax. I hate oil. I hate the feel of oil on my skin, on my hair , and I HATE OIL. Being an Iyer there are quite a few religious functions happening round the year where one ought to have an oil bath. That is the day when the whole drama starts. I just would not let anyone have oil on my body, and here I was lying down on an oily plank in front of two men who had oil drippin all over their hands and I knew in a few seconds that would be applied all over my body. And apply they did, every inch, every nook and corner and they made sure I had the oil seep through my pores and enter the whole system. From head to toe I was drenched in oil and I could do nothing about it. Forty five minutes later and after having two guys literally man handle me and feel me up all over, I was asked to have a shower to wash off the oil and then pay up and leave. I was feeling like Jelly. I was dazed, disoriented and totally embarrassed. I paid those guys and told myself. NO MORE. I would much rather have a friend rub my back or shoulders over my shirt than have two men feel me all over. But If only there was a different masseuse? That explains the title – am not a Massage Virgin anymore.

Grahapravesam

Ladies & Gentle ppls...

I have a house of my own now. A nice small one bedroom house with an attached bath, on the second floor terrace. have my house on one corner with a nice open terrace (full penthouse ishtyle) overlooking a number of coconut trees. Have never been happier in life.

Settin out on the next phase of my life and majorly kicked bout it. Shall post piktures soon.

Ahhhh the bliss of havin my own place, can do it up the way i want to. *wide grin*

Grahapravesam shall be on the weekend after I move in, which will be after the 1st of december, when the place is MINE ALL MINE.

One Message received

"Hi arbhind, bye arbhind ...dont come to light signal, dont come to a
distance either....bye arbhind, hi arbhind"

an sms I received this mornin from my 6 yr old neice.
What a way to start the weekend...and then ppl ask me

"why are u grinnin so much?"!!!!

Awakenin

Beneath the dark depths of human reality

Beneath the shallow shades of human soul

Beyond the infinite source of light

Beyond the definite shape of the moon

Wake the heart in you

wake the mind above you

For he, the all powerful is watching over the surface

You are but a shadow called man

In his abode be rest assured

That enlightenment is truth

Search the passage

find the meaning

find yourself!!!
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Greatness lies in thou

The seeker, exploring the stars

Delicate hymns tingling around.

Subtle breeze blowing the chimes

Concrete patterns adorning the rays

Songs of Life, arising from within..

silvery strokes adorning the land

Amber palette cascading from above

Free fall of the mind

Into the mystic space of Hope

Gentle ritual of truth

A Musical ecstasy.

Blossoming beyond reason

Cosmic vibrations project a

Perfect harmony of the Body,Mind and the Soul!!!