Sunday, March 30, 2008

Is Study of Spirituality Stupid(contd.)

Let us now take the case of the spiritual sciences. Even these sciences are based on a lot of assumptions, and I fully say so. But these assumptions, one could argue came from a lot of deep thinking and observation. Take the case of the practice of Rajayoga. In this practice, we say that there are two channels in the spine, called the ida and pingala that tend to channelise the energies flowing in the body. Incidentally, the formation of the spinal cord is such that each vertebra is in the shape of an eight kept sideways. Also, the position of the chakras or centres of spiritual energy are incidentally the same as the various endocrinal glands, except for one that is located in the heart, as was propounded by the philosopher and spiritual scientist Patanjali nearly two and a half thousand years ago. So, to dismiss it entirely would also be a mistake. However, the beauty of any science, be it of the physical or the metaphysical, states a common observation, which disciples of both the field tend to ignore-to neither disbelieve anything, nor blindly follow anything without seeing it yourself or experiencing it first-hand.
Take the case of 'spiritual' music (though personally I would say devotional music, as spiritual and spirituality are often misused and abused terms). If you listen to it and observe scientifically, you will realise that there is often an intricate three-dimensional geometry about the whole musical piece. This is one field where both the sciences merge beautifully yet unknowingly. For that matter, look at the common practice of burning incense/loban or conducting havans in houses across India. It has now been conclusively shown that the microbial count in the ari is actually reduced to nearly zero by the practice, thus providing a sterile atmosphere. Though this is not the best example, the purpose behind it is to highlight the deep amount of thought that has gone behind several practices, which does not mean that all of them are correct-it is about beiing objective as I stated befor.

Saturday, March 29, 2008

Is Study of Spirituality Stupid?

It is often disputed that spirituality is just a lot of wooly stuff; that all this nonsense about spirit, soul,chakras etc etc is nothing but utter nonsense. But can we really say so? Can it be said that the conventional, physical sciences, as we understand them to be, are really rational?Is the ideology of spiritual sciences illogical and irratonal? Or is there a mistake in the method in which we tend to understand all of it, in the dissociated manner that we tend to do, assuming that there is no connection at all between all of the "knowledge" that we "know" today? Let us all try to discuss that now.
First of all, let me start clearly with one fact-that we should learn to neither believe nor disbelieve into anything that is proclaimed, spoken or asserted to be the truth in any discipline of life. It is interesting to see how a lot of scientists today are either absolute atheists or staunch theists-they are never in between. Why then, should we all other people really be in the middle path, with the sense of fanaticism that can drive us to the point of killing each other? The scientists are not fanatical about anything-at least, the true ones are. Neither do we see them scoff at any other's beliefs to the point of denunciation. The reason, as I believe it to be so, is that they also realise at some stage of their pursuit of knowledge that everything is running on the basis of nothing else but a set of hypothesis. All scientific laws are actually running on the chariots of assumptions, which can be broken down by some thorough and precise questioning over their validity. We believe it to be true, however, blindly, without ever questioning the basis or rationale behind it. And yet, when it comes to spiritual sciences, we tend to denounce it openly. Why so?
Let us take an example to question how science can be potentially wrong, though it is my advice to believe what I say at your own discretion. Water is said to be just a chemical compound with the formula abbreviated as DHMO(Di-Hydrogen Monoxide) as a scientific joke. It is just an ordinary chemical, so the scientists say, which is necessary to promote a large number of life-forms on earth. However, a set of scientists from Japan had shown conclusively that water shows a lot of similar responses as life forms when subjected o various 'stimuli'. For instance, when subjected to classical music, the ice-crystals formed by the water were highly structured and orderly in nature, but when subjected to heavy metal rock, the crystals were not even formed in several cases. So would it be fair to say that water is not a life-form? Hydro-therapy is a treatment form, which hen closely inspected, yields a hidden admission, that water is a living thing. And it really works-I can vouch for it personally. So, if I claimed that water was a living thing, would you believe it?Or would you simply disbelieve it?Or would you just shrug your shoulders and say-man, I don't know what to say?

Thursday, March 27, 2008

Enough is Enough





I think it is high time that we woke up to the problem of women disappearing in India at such alarming rates. We know what the causes are, but are we making any efforts to stop it? Is not bias against women in-bred in our cultural ethos, which has been completely misunderstood, thanks to a few hardliner fanatics? I request everyone in our country, who may be reading this blog, to please look at these photos and realise where we are going. Ponder over it, and let your conscience decide for you.

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

The Bludgeoned Face

Tonight
The moon peeped out a wee-bit from underneath its veil
As I walk down the road
My walking stick as company and shadows to tail
I now see some black liquid gleaming dull
That engulfs my feet, and to my walking stick sticks strange
As the stench of death fills the air
As I go ahead to inspect the matter fair and square
Rotting smells leap into my nose, as I go ahead
And I push aside the bramblethorn with my hand, my head in place
The weakening streetlight gleams for its last moment
To reveal me a horribly bludgeoned face
Shocked, I scream loud and run, lost is all feeling of slience and content.
I run to the police booth, and tell them about the place
And surprised, they follow me where the body lay
Shocked, they now lay sealing the place
They take my statement, then tell me to walk away
For my own good, they say
But lost is my good now
For how can I forget
The night, the moon, the stench in the air?
And most importantly
How can I forget
The bludgeoned face?

Tuesday, March 25, 2008


An era ends, a new day begins,

A chapter ends, and a new book begins,

A story ends;another is commenced,

A road ends, but a journey begins.

At its centre stand I, my eyes closed,

In contemplation, encircled in deep suspense,

When does it end, when shall it begin?

Thus do I think, neither joy nor remorse.

What lies ahead with so much in the rear?

Is it something that I should fear?

Nothing is what it seems after all,

Should I hesitate then, and pause my journey here?

Who knows what time hides in its cloak,

Behind the doors made of silver oak,

Which shall open only when i stand,

In front of them, and its opening I demand.

Tire I shall not, nor fear the unknown,

Worry i should not for what is gone and known,

I shall just move along ever so happy and say,

"Here I come world!All ships ahoy!"

Knock shall I down all obstacles,

With the weapons of courage and break,

OPen the doors that stop me,

From moving ahead on my true way.

An era ends, a new day begins,
A chapter ends, and a new book begins,
A story ends;another is commenced,
A road ends, but a journey begins.

Monday, March 24, 2008

Dance of the Lord

The flute plays, the drums roll,
The dervish dances, lo behold!
To acknowledge Your presence, My Love
Baring open for all to see his soul.

Entranced stand I, as he glides past me,
Mesmerized am I, as he whirls around me,
His eyes closed, his consciousness has left him,
As he moves closer to The One Unknown.

His hands bent like a teapot, he rains onto me,
This brilliance, this light only I can see,
That blinds me, and sends me into a trance,
And I begin to whirl around, as I search for Thee.

My eyes have gone blind as I now see,
Your radiance, Your beauty, Your lack of form,
Your vastness, Your minuteness, Your invasiveness,
That You lie within all, including the dervish and me.

The flute plays, the drums roll,
The dervish dances, lo behold!
My Love, I acknowledge Your presence
As I Bare open for all to see You in my soul.

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