The Only Way to Enlightenment

Spirituality is the new entertainment and Yoga is the new sports and I am an Enlightened Fool.- My Sane Stupid Self denies!!

My first glimpses with this glamorous glittering glorious world of enlightenment began when I visited Isha Yoga Centre in Coimbatore few years back in Auspicious month of August. Energy is a funny variable, it can wobble about just by mere thought and brought back to equilibrium by curious Chanting of Om. There was a perceptible difference in energy inside and outside the campus.

After a surreal serene Welcome, I along with my fellow Enlightened Fool, entered the mighty mystical marvelous cave.All devotees sat down to meditate in the dark with a hope to get Sweet Samadhi by evening or at least a sumptuous buffet or simply a cosmic high. I was carelessly calmly curious. Intense activity of sitting down and closing your eyes(just like our government response to any legitimate issue) went for an hour with reverberations of OM touching every cell of my being. I was sure, I saw Halo, until I realise,it was a torch light lit by my noisy neighbor in a desperate attempt to find his leg or wife or wallet or senses.

Intense, tragic and funny experience stay with you for a long time, especially when the food is delicious. Fast forward few years, here I am again meditating with an ear to my Super Guru-Sadh guru and a funny dream to attain the ultimate. Only this time, my taste in spirituality was expanded by my lovely lively wife who introduced me to this rather unassuming extraordinary being-J Krishnamurti. Ever since I laid a hand on one of his book. I went on a mission to read ,read and read, listen, listen and listen, to whatever this eccentric yet extraordinarily brilliant man had to say about living or dying.

J.K as he is usually called by his followers, is an extremely serious and funny man at the same time.Yet,he denies space and time and questions mere mortal to explore comedy in tragedy and tragedy in success and thought in entirety. JK was always animated while delivering his sermons yet kept audience bewildered by his clever curious questioning. As I read, read and read,listened,listened and listened, I realised,realised and realized that I didn’t realise.He kept on pushing me to see the division and go beyond while I kept on multiplying my misery and stayed in treacherous time.

Essence of any idea only comes to fruition when you can brag about your new found fantasy or en-lighten-ment to your friends, foes and family. Life is seriously funny.But when you start taking it seriously, it ceases to be funny.The very word itself has the root in lightening yourself of all past burdens accumulated as thought. The point is, whether you see Halo or not, listen to sound of silence or desperation or hallucinate. My only goal is to make you realize that there is nothing to realize.

On this trivial significant silly road called life, you will meet teachers, preachers and saints. Hold your breathe, sit down and expand your lungs. There are jokers everywhere on your path, some jovial others a bit nasty but if you stay sick serious, you will miss the fun. Join me and other marvelous mortals in unraveling mysteries of this extraordinary creation or may be it`s just a big old joke.

42 Years Down the lane

Back in those Black and White Days of serene `79,

When my mother was in innocent teen and father had just touched tough 20

There were no Smartphones, nor there was Internet or Selfie

Journey was simple, beautiful and pure

Soon, Father got involved in office and mother in household chore

My mother was a teacher and my father ,a thinker in his prime

I usually don’t write sentences unless they have meaning with rhyme

Yet, this one is special,4 decades of Togetherness,in limited verse,defined

My mother is Effervescent and Eloquent, father is fast on dribbling debates

She learnt to multi task while we grew up fast

He provided us the best education with honesty,honor and wisdom that forever last

She is sensitive,kind and compassionate while he is practical, disciplinarian and minimalist

80s welcomed my elder sister, and with it more memories, madness and change in responsibilities

My mother left teaching and did home classes while father toiled hard to bring us food and comfort

It takes patience, persistence and effort to raise a child

With 90s came the era of Computers. Still my mother was my best teacher

Father was an occasionally Preacher like that Speaking Tree stories in newspaper

What he lacked in words, he showed it in action

Selfless unnoticed tasks he religiously performs

While we children,never woke up without purpose or alarms

Journey of ups and downs,pain and pleasure,success and failure

All endeavored with a hopeful heroic Spirit

Yes, my father is apprehensive, afraid and critical at times and mother a tad too emotional

But together, they made us someone who is clear in conscience, values and science

Another decade beckons you with smile and good health

Staying, learning and growing together is an invaluable wealth

May this journey continue with Color,Courage and Sunshine

Everything is not left to chance, Destiny plays a magical part

In that sweet surreal year of `79,Stars Aligned and it continues to Shine

Mother’s Day Special

A World filled with Fools, Flaws and Apprehension

Amidst Prevailing Chaos, hatred and tension

Obnoxious Outside World, Perceptible Pretension

Like a Lotus blooms, Centered beautifully at every languid lake

To keep us at bay ,her empathy we selfishly take

A flower ,A Blessing, an extraordinary Being

A mother is more than a feeling or emotion

Epitome of Care, Compassion and devotion

Yet, we unconsciously ignore her in every form and expression

Oh man, What an extraordinary Creation

Give her respect she deserves

A billion blessings in her reserves

Uplifts, Unwinds and Unravels

Selfless Love in a boundless fashion

Simple act of compassion

encompasses her delightful heart

Her touch makes us feel at home

Always pushing an extra mile

Before a Child is even seen

She is already given her most precious smile

The shine, her laughs and Twinkling Divine

A creator that balances a wobbling world

A flower, A Blessing, A Familiar Fragrance

OH, her Choice less Presence

This Day, another reason for celebration

Nurture, Nourish and Nod

Ever present like a Tree, a Sun, and a Moon

Glittering with an armor of warmth and Cocoon

For us and everyone else, A magical Boon

As we Search for Infinite or God or Mystical Trap

Never Realising,it was all along in Mother`s Lap

This ain`t a great Poem or Song or Rap

Still, you can effortlessly Clap

or At least bring a smile to that face that rides the Storm

with an innocent Grace.

Matters of Heart expressed in finite syllables.

Resonance, Reality and Reflection

Resonant Frequencies Chapter X:

“This is vibrating like Hell, we may fall off anytime”, I said with terror in my bewildered eyes.

“Yeah, if it matches our resonant frequency” said Abhinav in a cool callous demeanor.

This idea stemmed from a shaky start ,we both were stuck at a working platform vibrating at frequencies faster than our heart beat. An idea that how we are instantly attracted to some people and hope others simply vanish in front of our eyes is worth examining. Is there any meaningful relationship between connection and frequencies.

I wish there was a mathematical equation that defined who will get connected to whom. We live in a non-Hogwartian world and we know most folks we meet on the road fall out of frequency with us. Yet, there are few that instantly get connected. Can we increase the connection frequency or simply rule out out of zone personalities? Can we expand our personality so that we can connect with more than few? These questions always put me in perpetual dilemma about what is true connection? Is getting a resonant frequency just coincidental or can this be achieved by directional effort?

Yet, how can we connect with everyone with same frequency. There are over 7 billion distinct maniacs unlike us, floating in this vast expanse of delusion and desire. I wish, I can create an App, that instantly tells your level of connection with fellow being. Yet, in this seemingly ordered sane world, we find ourselves lost in this battle of finding perfect frequency people(pfp).

I look outside and see a man teaching morse code to a dog.May be,that`s an interesting man I can connect with or may be I am going out of range in terms of my sane frequency. I walk further and see a girl taking a short break from her cycling and with a smile on her face rejoicing the moment with her fellow sapien about how playing with children was refreshing. Another case of interesting being yet I still can`t find relevant frequency to connect.

I look further and find a crazy man mumbling to himself, I look no further. I sit down in a nearby park and scribble down my dumb idea of connecting people with equations. I look for an equation that can be applied to everyone from: The king to a beggar from the sane to insane from boring to super-boring. After hours of brainstorming and frustration, came my eureka moment. That golden equation to connect people with numbers. Hold your breath, vodka or ego or whatever you are clutching onto. Check if you have corona, laugh at your neighbor and then scroll down the page.

Mighty equation that will shake this world:

Frequency of connect(Fc) =comfortable silence in minutes*mutual love and hatred*same sense of humor*curiosity in related subjects * honesty in conversation.*pure randomness

Out of 7 tricky terms, honesty in conversation is the most important one. Look for this sign, whenever you are finding your resonance. If you find this, then look for curiosity part then go for sense of humor then…I hope you get it. Weightage of this mighty equation increases with each term. Except the last one: pure randomness-It just happens.

Good luck on finding perfect resonant matches in your life. Until then keep exploring muggles, maniacs and jugheads and do not forget to apply Frequency of Connect equation next time, you say ‘Hi’ to someone.

Poem on Mother`s Day

Life begins from her womb

As an embryo develops into foetus

After months of selfless care

That magical compassion is rare

Only she can withstand enormous pain,truly dare

Something,we can hardly bear

She won`t accept even a drop of tear

To ones who are so near and dear

Yet,she stands tall in all trials and tribulations

It seems,God has sent her with prior preparations

As we grow up under her tender love

We experience divine,blessings from above

Yet,we can hardly sense her sacrifice

One day or the other,we pay the price

Destiny plays a clever dice

Deftly makes us realise

Mothers are always warm and wise

As she watches us grow in size

Soon,our ambition and desire rise

We forget her love and sacrifice

Her true happiness lies in our success

For our true success lies in her smile

Sit down,call her and listen to her voice

Even if you have a million choice

For what is life,without her presence

Infinite love is one to revere,mystical essence

Her silent serene eyes tells a story

Come out of your illusion,that quest for false glory

Hug her,embrace her or send her a flower

Eternal embodiment of true divine love,blissful shower.

Eternal Fragrance

You gave us life, You gave us strength

Ever willing to stretch an extra length

Come Sunshine, Storm or Rain

Your Efforts never go in vain

Large hearted, loquacious with a smile of innocence

Deep in Devotion,Dedication and Depth

Your Delicious Delicacies catches our Breath

You are Special in ordinary ways

Like a Glorious Sun with divine Rays

A shining presence,eternal fragrance,and a woman of substance

Never doubt your capability

You have unimaginable ability

Stay here,Stay Now

You are our infinity,our unending universe

I hope you grasp my heartfelt verse

Take in this beautiful day, allow yourself to immerse.

For you have an unending fragrance,unique and diverse.

Syllables of the Sunset

Absorbs gusty blows of broken winds on this riveting rainy noon

Dark desire of despair trickle down my face

I meekly accept and embrace

A simple wish to be one with the moon

An Old Friend Calls up and brightens your day

Suddenly Moonlight has a special soothing way

As I lay down to count my syllables,

rewind my mundane morbid routine

I wish I had the energy of my Teen

I yearn to flow and escape, lit up and spread

It’s these familiar walls, these securities I dread

Yet one day, I know I will be free

Be one with the ocean or a tree

Dance to the tune, timeless ravenous reverie

I lie still and feel I am me!!!

In this Glorious Sunset, I am finally free and there I see

Her reflection on the rising moon.

Sweet and Sour Satire Season X

Life is funny ,tragic and interesting at the same time, only if you keep repeating same mistakes in different styles otherwise it is dull, dead and easy-Shailesh Tripathi

Hope is an addictive thing and no addiction easily dies unless an external hit is experienced on Head-Show Stop Presumption

It looked a normal naive day as I stepped outside with dreams of meeting Lunatic Languid Lala,Sleepy Suspicious Watchman and of course my cuddly crazy morse coded dog trained by the most boring Moustached species on the planet:Middle Age Man.I strolled through a rather gloomy day,with clouds waiting to burst in tears as if they sensed my pensive mood.I prayed to God not to meet that Old man again.Yes,the one who hands me receipts and advise at the cost of my peace of mind.Ripping it elegantly in pieces.

I silently admire my neighborhood Fitness Enthusiast who is sweating it out with a freaky expression on his moon like face. I call him Road Runner, as he is always seen in brisk bloody mode. I adjust to my ever rebellious mask and see three dejected diligent nurse walk past me in Salwar Suit, each covering their beautiful face with red, green and blue Mask. With clock ticking down I become restless to get my day started or at least pretend to do something meaningful. I remove my sleek white airpod and my 6″ addictive companion from my black bag and I instantly find relief. Ah! The greatest drug of 21st Century. This 6″ electronic distractor, that lures us into believing that we are intensively engaged. Only to realize, we are just dumbing down an entire generation as there is no law on access time for miraculous monster.My Frankenstein and my friend, my fire and my water, my hope and my fear. All trapped in this strange 6″ Chinese product.

BEEP! BEEP! Schumacher Uncle wakes me up from my dwindling delirium. I hop onto my traveler and immediately take my usual seat .Another day of notoriety, madness and dullness awaits .On my way ,I deeply connect with vibrations of road, disappointed faces on the road and my dangerous dreams. Sudden increase in vibrations of my body indicated that Main gate of my Arena wasn`t far. I hopped off, skimmed through miserable faces, play acted at the security and took a deep decisive breath before I saw Mubbu waving at me.

Mubbu: Good Morning sir

Me(Trying my best to stay mindful):I am good,Good Morning.Can you drop me to my first pitstop:C2C3 Control Station.

Mubbu: Get in

Mubbu is a marvelous middle age man with enthusiasm of a child. During this short journey, he keeps asking curious questions. Sometimes I tell him the truth, rest is mere spontaneity and metaphorical inner state of my mind.

Among all the Citizens of my Arena,I find him among the smartest.

Routine dulls the mind-J Krishnamurti.

As I enter my fireground,I take a detour to interact with my younger versions.More vulnerable and less affected by this joke called Job

Faiz:Sir,We have a problem in lpg unit

Me:Did you inform mechanical?

Faiz:They arent picking up phone

Some of the departments in my Arena have this superpower of disappearing at every working hour.

I scan through process parameters,make few more high fives with my young batch and move upstairs to meet another batch of unannounced Jokers.

On left of my door stands Mr. Monorail and on the right is Mr. India, both giving not so comfortable looks. I humbly ask them to let me enter first. Security is a myth but not stupidity. It is real and raw and tangible only if you keep your eyes and ears open

Mr. Monorail: Can you give me permit for my monorail?

Me: Will you complete this before our government falls?

Mr. Monorail: I am making luxurious electric marvel.

Monorail here refers to system that enables us to lift heavy equipment not the failure project of Mumbai.

Although, this one has a strong potential to be a failure, only if it ever completes.

As I take in few more conscious breathe ,Mr. India vanishes before my eye. I had intended to give him a very important dull job: Valve servicing.

FBI can track Julian Assange but we at our Arena,can never truly guess the whereabouts of this unassuming potter head.

My day had barely started when I received my first call from Mr. Einstein

Einstein:Follow up on air leakage

Me:Yes sir

You have to defy gravity or logic or both to understand Mr. Einstein.

I pulled out my weary warrior,now faded but still absorbing my load:my gritty blue bag.It has a bottle,raincoat and fruits to save me on my adventurous field trip.

Only when I felt a moment of silence and a gentle rain in background,I heard loud longing voice of Sappy

Sappy:Sir,we can solve this line leakage today

Me(in slight state of shock):Which leakage?

Leakages in my Arena are more frequent than good morning messages on WhatsApp group.

I know, the analogy was neither poetic nor deep but neither is work in my RING.

I put on my Yellow Fragile Helmet, walkie talkie and a bit of sarcasm. I stroll down the stairs with sappy to start another day filled with frenzied runs, lost communication and multiple idiosyncratic events perfectly set up for another roller-coaster ride.

Embrace Life, Everyday is Special

Delightful Dew on a blade of grass

Morning, Mystical and Magical

Let your life renew every day

like this glorious Special Sunshine

Earthy Eyes, Compassionate Heart and a soothing Soul

A journey to embrace, enroll and enrich

Life fills you with abundance, joy and affection

In this Topsy-Turvy road

There are countless hurdles, only end is perfection

A beautiful smile, decorates your inner jewel

Effortlessly enjoy ,do not dwell

For this day brings you magic,music and marvel

Dance to this new air of hope

Happy Special day

Even a blade of grass emanates fresh life,

subtle shift in your perception is enough

Life will overwhelm you with infinity beauty, give it a chance

Unseen Hero

He picked us up when were zero
Yet we fail to acknowledge our unseen hero
Mothers have a visible,tender,sensitive affection
Look closer, Fathers give you a special protection
His love shines of different quality
Silent,masked and Simple at times
We realise once we reach our primes
He nurtures you,watch you grow in style
If you haven’t recognised a father’s love
Where were you? All this while

From School admission to hourly classes to stressful bills
He seldom buys a new shirt,while getting you fanciful thrills
Sacrifice,Substance and Patience
Are as true for his remembrance
At every hurdle,he was a constant presence
He embraces you in every way
In his heart,we forever stay

As we encounter uncertainty in life
His advice may seem boring but wise
Let us all sense our Fatherly love
Truest form is acceptance in all color.

As his hair turns grey
All he needs is your assurance,not to astray
Let us all remember him everyday
Happy Father’s Day!!!

My Tryst with J.K(J. Krishnamurti)

I refuse to have this COPYRIGHT

It simply is not worth a fight

Neither a means to an End

Nor something dear to Defend

A friend, Philosopher and Guide

He rarely says to Abide

Question, Explore and Find

Don`t Let your Thoughts rewind

No one understands this mythical substance called Mind

I have seen the entire humankind

For we are wanderer, a fool and an ignorant self

It would be easier if we were an elf

Humans cant go beyond Self

Stuck in ideas, concepts and tradition

Perilous Past, Demeaning Dead, Inspiring Illusion

Float in time and beyond time

Only when we ‘See’ the conflict, it will resolve

Mighty Meek Self dissolve and merge with one

As JK says, you operate in division

Measurable and immeasurable

Beyond Space and Intellect,

Emerges Intelligence

This ain`t any preaching, Scripture or Rap

Only way to Enlightenment is,

To witness the Dark Dreary Trap with a Clear mind

Negation is the only way to Know the Truth

-Inspired by hours and hours of reading, listening and seeing as it as.J krishnamurti was one of the greatest philosopher of last century. This Poem is a short tribute to his infinite Grace.

  • Special Thanks to my Wife: Rudraa, for introducing me to this Great man.

A Joke called Job

At my Workplace: I feel like Greta: Angry, mysterious, activist and a time traveler

‘It was the best of times, It was the worst of times’ said Dickens in not so recent history .As I step outside my black bold archaic gate into this vociferous vulnerable vile environment. Everyday is a battle, yet my longing heart hopelessly searches for another novel breeze but all I see is gloomy glorified mask covered caricatures. I feel I am playing a video game just this time, Mario in me ain’t that brave as the Nintendo one nor I can jump in those crazy clergy bounds.

I watch Lala as he gives a wry smile from his half covered napkin turned mask. Then as I approach a recently converted Covid hospital on my way, an uninterested watchman reads inevitably depressing news on his borrowed brown paper. Yet, he felt content to be alive.May be, we all are. Even this girl who just went past me in her Hercules cycle wearing a designer dock mask. Strange times calls for better luck but I usually get any as I stumble upon 67 years old wrinkle faced uncle on my way to battleground.
“Hello, Uncle”, I greet him in not so spontaneous manner
“Can you give this medical bill in office” he asks in not that polite demeanor.

Then,without giving any clear warnings,he went about complaining on how he doesnt approve of his son’s second marriage and how he cannot afford to waste a rupee on taking printouts.I listened with patience and at the same time prayed in silence that my bus driver shows up his schumacher skills and reaches my place in no time.Time is such a funny thing yet extremely painful at times.I looked at that tame figure and wondered what life he must have lived.

They say “real character of a man is determined by how he behaves with older people”, but trust me or just face him. It hasn’t been easy at all and he usually meets me at this time to narrate his usual adventures of saving every penny and straightening up his gangster son.

Beeep,Beeep.Oh that sound felt like symphony to my ears.My Bold Bus driver Rajkumar,arrived 2 minuted early today.I greet him with a sense of relief on my face like a prisoner who has been released on bail for a crime he has no clue of.

As I make another unsuccessful attempt to take a peaceful nap,I hear a not so poignant apoetic voice reverberating in my soul.Do employees don’t understand public behavior,the man behind seems to have lost his last cell of sanity and is mindlessly breaking my head with his virgin vain voice.

He seems to be throwing barrage of not so beautiful words to an unlucky one on the other side.I can’t even say anything to Bapu.

I remember old times,when I tried to bring some sense to his madness,he almost ran a bus over and then threatened with a stick.But still as Brutus says,Bapu ji is an honorable man and I,an ignorant fool.

After surviving his bullets of words,I managed to find some solace in my playlist.

I inevitably reached the gate of Fortune unfortunate company.

Bewildered half sleeping belly show stopper,my precious Security man makes an unsuccessful attempt to check my temperature from a device that always shows the same value.As I sense my storky surroundings filled with air of ignorance,insanity and intolerance,I bravely cross the border.

Sappy:Hello sir,Today I saw a snake shed his skin and walk away.

Me(in not so surprised tone):Was it in our lpg unit?

After what has happened in my LPG unit over past few weeks, a snake shedding his skin seemed like any other frivolous and funny event.

I carefully walk to avoid alligators and snake,but I know I will inevitable meet one,once I reach office.

Note:All reference to any creature does intend to hurt both man and the creature.

I almost trip over a well placed rusted grating on my way to my darling den.

I see kaka bringing tea in his usual amicable demeanor. I smile, he smiles and we walk past each other. There are many smile relationships I have developed in my life and I totally love it as I need not speak and there is no conflict.Sometimes,I feel,language has created more problems than it has solved and man has created language.

I sit on my half broken chair and stare curiously at the pyramid of non essential documents.I drink my super immune fluid and smile at the eternal idiosyncrasies of my space.I almost complete a breathe to see Rocky waiting with half torn white paper in his hand.

Rocky:Sir,I have to get sign for the work.

Me:But We don’t have fireman today.

Rocky(in shameless tone):We will do it with utmost safety sir.

Rocky shows no sign of remorse in uttering these syllables. Rocky’s Team specializes in creating glorious Diwali lights scene whenever they undertake any welding job. To listen safety from this innocent evil`s mouth was an insult to the man/woman or whosever created this term.

As Rocky leaves,Prasad enters.There are more memes on Prasad than Donald Trump. Dull Damaged Bathroom Slippers reflects his commitment to minimalism, mockery and stupidity.

Me:You Stay out,I will meet you in the field.

Prasad:Sir,I need a sign

This surely wasn’t a good sign.This work,these characters and on top of that we have Prasad. A Proud Maratha who plays more with welding torch light than a mighty Sword.But then his work kills my Soul.I reminded him again after taking few voluntary breathes.

In unabashed glittering suit, enters our Chhota Don:Chintu.I wish, I could play some music or drums to welcome this infamous man. But then, his usual unabashed voice aren`t music to my sensitive ears.

Chintu:I need a Crane Permit

Me(in a suspicious tone):What did you do last time you had one? You remember right?

I simply cant forget how poetically he broke the nozzle of an exchanger on a scorching Sunday Noon and vanished in polluted air when called to custody.

Me(in an affirmative tone):I will talk to Transport and Wear a N95 next time you enter.

I get up to change my costume from mysterious casual attire to Communal Orange Boiler Dirt Suit. I skip few breathes to check on my lungs, gulp my antibody shake and raise my brow only to witness another imminent disaster.

An Army of barely uncovered unmasked men waiting with permits in their filthy hand.

I politely request them to assert themselves one by one towards the podium. This is a Race I do not want to see.

Before this even begins ,I get another call from Big Boss.

Big Boss: Did the unit start? Coordinate and do it.

I simply have utmost honest hate towards this word: Coordinate. It is such an overused delusional concept just like efficiency or society or Democracy.

Me(frivolous attempt to act serious):Yes sir,I will.

Now, begins another circus of finding rare ravines in my workplace who may be willing to help me with this task. Or in other words :Coordinate.

A journey of million idiosyncrasies begins with a harmless one.

So it started: A Joke Called Job.

Adios!!