Life is a divine romance

The longer I live the more life feels like a river - one that flows through varied terrain, adapting to it, frothing and calm, to finally empty out in the infinite ocean.

Every life has two realities - an outer and inner one. Our outer reality consists of our physical body, relationships with people, nature and circumstance, that are all visible through our senses and we react and manage them the best we can through life. The other reality is our inner one, invisible to others, that motivates us with new thoughts and ideas that form our lived experience and forms the spirit of an individual being - human or animal. That spirit is like an unseen yet powerful seed that bears fruit. The seed which cannot be seen, but the fruit of which is quite different from tree to tree. Though our physical and mental abilities may have much to do with our genetics and inherited traits, the self selected nature of our spirit is ultimately what shapes our inner life and our experience, which often overcome the limitations of our inherited traits. 

Just as our outer physical health depends greatly on our food habits, the environment, and activities, our inner health depends on the thoughts we create and consume, the environment we keep within ourself and the projections we make of life. Just as green vegetables, fruits, nuts, cereals are the diet of a healthy outer body, empathy, compassion, calmness, and sincere inquiry are the diet of a healthy inner body. These mental orientations are the protein, vitamins and minerals that define the shape of our soul. Just as we take in fluids to keep the body well hydrated, we must also have the daily practice of achieving a state of flow, where the mind isn't encumbered with problems and solutions but just is. That is the hydration of the spirit so it doesn't dry up. To spend time in nature is good for both outer and inner body. To feel the soil under our feet and immerse in water are all activities with dual purpose benefits. When we walk barefoot, we practice something we've done as a species for fifty thousand years while staring at computers and televisions is what we've done for fifty. The memory of the body continues - from our ancestors to our great grand children and beyond. Positive socialisation, mental challenges through  brain games in old age are also activities that can achieve a state of flow, where we forget ourselves and immerse in an activity that dissolves us temporarily. The dissolution of the self is not just to be reserved for the final moment, it is to be practiced everyday.

In today’s world, challenges are many. People are forced to stay in the middle of concrete jungles. Noise pollution, junk food and addiction to mobile phones and negative socialisation on social media has significantly damaged our life . Negative  emotions like  anxiety, irritations, anger, and greed are commonly seen at every age.This can be controlled by the practice of deep breathing, meditation and experiences in nature that help cleanse the mind and overcome being stuck in negative states. For the mind to be calm, focused and cheerful is a natural state, if only not messed up by the negative interventions of modern living. It is better to start early in life, so that later life can be handled better without when physical ailments are bound to arrive. At any age, life can be changed for the better only by will power. It is truly said that, the magic method of working without fatigue lies in the use of will power. With will power, we  learn to use time effectively, can pursue creative hobbies like writing, painting, learning a new skill, or rendering selfless service to others. An attitude of gratitude must be practiced all through life. We must be grateful for what we have, like we can talk, walk, breathe, which many cannot do. Golden words of Paramhansa Yogananda  are truly inspiring for all. He said, “The soul must rule the body, because the soul is neither caused by nor dependent on the body .”( Divine Romance)

A priceless exchange

I remember, it was the year 1945, when Mahatma Gandhi visited Tagore’s Santiniketan, for a short time. That time the whole nation was burning with the fire of freedom movement.

Though Tagore passed away in 1941, still Gandhi with his great respect for Tagore, visited Santiniketan many times, to be drenched in peace. His visit in 1945 was for a short duration, because he was actively involved with the freedom movement of India. 
At the time I was six years old, and was unable to understand the gravity of the freedom movement and did not know the situation our country was passing through. But I felt the whole environment charged with some positive energy and momentum. 
I remember my mind being fascinated by the one thing that captured my imagination the most - small little hand held national flags, affixed on thin popsicle straws that held deliciously sweet and colorful liquid treats. And they were being sold everywhere. I was much attracted to it, and had to have one. So after getting some insignificant sum of coins from my mother, I rushed out to get one for myself.

On the way to the popsicle stand, my attention got diverted to a huge crowd that was proceeding towards an unknown destination. I was too curious not to know what that attraction was about and started following them while keeping my precious coins secure within my tight grasp. As I flowed with that stream of people, I finally reached a large opening - one I was quite familiar with as it was the prestigious grounds, called Gour Prangan, (named by Tagore in honor of my late father Gour Gopal Ghosh, who was very dear to him and also a famous football player of the Mohan Bagan team of Bengal). 

 
I stood surrounded by a huge gathering and found myself peering through the crowd at a frail little man, wearing a loin cloth, holding a donation box in his outstretched hand. And people where people pushing through the throng to put money into it with much enthusiasm and reverence. I was quite inspired by this collective energy and holding my coins tight in my hand, pushed  through the crowd like a small rat, and emerged at the forefront to find myself face to face with him.  I happily dropped my few precious coins in Gandhiji’s donation box. It must've been a moment of some amusement to Gandhiji  to receive perhaps the smallest donation of the day from the smallest donor - a tiny five year old girl. Turning towards me,  he bent a little, and gave me a smile that remains vividly etched in my  memory even today . That smile had magic and divinity beneath it, which still inspires me in my ripe old age.  A priceless gift for a few annas (pennies).Today when I think back at how significant that moment was, for me, for India and for the world, I'm amazed at how little we understand of what matters most till we look back.

The moments that last

Sometimes  very insignificant  things can turn out to be a significant source of satisfaction in life. These moments remain in our memory like a fragrance of a distant wild flower and bring with it a sweetness that remains. 

Long back, when my elder son left for higher studies in America, and our younger son was equally busy with his multiple creative activities, and was away from home for long periods of time, I felt little lonely. I decided to overcome my empty nest syndrome by keeping myself happily busy with other kids. I was lucky to get a part time  teaching job in a nearby school under Delhi University.

It was a cold day in the month of December, returning from the school, I felt the icy winds piercing through my three layers of woollen clothing and was touching my bones. I was shivering like a dry leaf in the winter wind and quickly got into a cycle rickshaw , and asked the young driver to take me to my home.
As I settled down, I noticed the young driver (who was my son’s age) who was quite cheerful and confident, had just a thin cotton shawl as his winter wear. 

Upon reaching home, I asked the boy to wait a little. I went inside, opened the cupboard of my son, where his winter blazer was hanging beautifully. I took it out, brought it to the boy, and asked him to put it on. I was surprised to notice that though he took it  with a faint smile of gratitude, he didn't put it on, and silently looked on with a downward gaze. When I insisted that he try it on, he relented, took off his cotton shawl and threw the blazer around his neck and shoulder. It was then that I noticed that the boy had just one arm. He purposely covered his upper body with a loose shawl to hide his disability from the public eye should customers not pick him over others. I was moved to see that without asking for a help or or pity from others, this brave boy faced the challenges of life with dignity and courage. I was touched by his spirit, and we parted with a smile shared and a wish of good luck in life.Often such insignificant encounters, smiles of courage, kindness and gratitude, like twinkling stars  brighten up our life’s journey, stays in our memory and like a fragrance, appears and disappears, but never gets lost.

On a river that flows

Varanasi ( Benaras or Kashi) is known as one of the oldest living cities in the world. As American author, Mark Twain commented, “ Benaras is older than history and tradition, older than legend and looks twice as old as all of them put together.” 
This city, situated on the banks of river Ganga, is known as the abode of Lord Shiva. All through the year, the city is throbbing with religious and cultural activities. Tourists come there to taste unique cuisines, to buy famous Benarasi silk sarees, and other handicrafts.
Along the side of the river there are 84 ghats, most of which are for puja ceremonies and bathing purposes and are tourist attractions with the exception of two - Manikarnika and Harish Chandra, which are reserved for last rights and cremation. Whenever I had the chance to visit this holy city, I never missed it, and in every visit, I was gifted with a new insight.
Once while accompanying my husband for a seminar there, I was asked by our friends to join them to see evening Ganga Arti (a holy fire ritual) at “ Dashashwamedh “ ghat, which draws thousands of people all through the year.
 As we reached there, we saw a dozen of young boys, dressed up in traditional costumes, standing on high platforms doing Aarti - a graceful movement of traditional lamps with flames moving through the air in circular patterns - there were a multitude of them with all eyes focused on them while Sanskrit slokas were being chanted in the background. It was indeed an overwhelming experience and felt like I was transported to a different realm and a collective blessing was upon us all.

Below the ghat, tourists boats were waiting to take passengers, along the side of the river banks, as if they wanted to make us experience the full circle of life through that boat journey. We stepped down through the stairs and got into a boat, which was already full with passengers. Splashing sounds of the waves all around mixed mystically with the chanting and lights on the ghat above and made my mind more receptive to experience something new and unknown.
As our boat started moving towards Harish Chandra ghat in the fading twilight and sound receding into stillness, a. peaceful darkness engulfed us with nothing finite to hold on to. From a distance, we saw a sliver of a flame from an almost burnt out pyre, with all that was left of a life were embers glowing in the dark and a thin line of smoke dissolving into the night air. I noticed a solitary dog quenching his thirst at the river bank. In that moment, the whole environment whispered the truth of life’s journey - its impermanence, and its appearance and disappearance from eternity to eternity. As we can not hold back light, air or sound, we cannot hold back life. Only by enriching every moment with love and good deeds, one can make life meaningful. I remembered few beautiful lines uttered by the Buddhist monk, Thich Nhat Hanh,” It is not impermanence that makes us suffer. What makes us suffer is wanting things to be permanent, when they are not. “

The world needs a nest

Every year 7th May (25th Baisakh ) is celebrated as Tagore’s birthday by many of his admirers. Some of them, who know me as an ex student of Santiniketan (Tagore’s University), kindly send some nice  videos of Tagore to me. That really inspired me to write a few unique things  about Santiniketan school, which was  established by Tagore in 1901.

He was the first non European to get the Noble Prize for literature. Much of that money  he spent  for the development of  his dream school in Santiniketan.

Much of his early life was spent at upper class British schools where he often looked out through the open window and loved to see the blue sky, flying birds,passers by and green trees. Perhaps that brought a feeling of freedom in his mind. He decided to make a school where children will learn while being free in nature .He wanted to bring a new trend of education, where children will be  taught to be self reliant and helpful to others. Also  being  ready to develop a harmonious  attitude  towards the whole world, children should   know   about the  past glory of  ancient Vedic civilisation also.

In Santiniketan, except  science classes, all other classes were taught under the shade of green trees. Children loved to acquire different knowledge   while being in nature. Season changes, birds songs and fresh air enhanced  their imagination and made them feel one with nature, and one with all. They were encouraged to participate in many other activities ( like, games, music, gardening,nature’s study, even occasional visits to nearby tribal villages with teachers. That education stands apart  from today’s schooling system.Today children are more advanced with technology, more self centred, and love  to stay secured and comfortable in the  middle of four concrete walls.Tagore emphasised  universal brotherhood, also fought against cast system (which was very strong in India  that time ) through his literature and also through his schooling system. He realised, revolutionary change can come only through right education, which he described beautifully in these few lines of his poem from Gitanjali.

“Where the mind is without fear, and the head is held high, where the world has not been broken up into fragments, by narrow domestic walls. ….where words come out from the depth of truth. …Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake“

At the  entrance  gate of the town he founded was written in Sanskrit,  "yatra viswa bhavatyaka niram"  which means “here the whole  world  comes together  as returning to a nest.”  Being attracted to Tagore's  personality, many   great people  of  the world came  there and joined hands with  Tagore to bring universal  brotherhood  in Santiniketan .

The life of time

Time is an eternal flow within which creations appear and disappear like waves upon an ocean. Yet the passing of time is mysterious in how differently it is experienced at different times of an individuals life. We all perceive time differently. Our perception differs with age, experiences,upbringing, cultural background, and also with our carry over tendencies of previous lives. As my mother often said, time flows like the current of a river. It is interesting that time is compared to the current, and life itself is the river. In other words, without time, life would be static - it is time that gives life its value and dynamism. And it is in this current upon which glides all the joys and sorrows, health and ill-health, opportunities and disappointments of every life as it is experienced in different ways. So it is essential for us to learn how to swim in this current while experiencing what it brings and where it takes us. Mastering how we experience the passage of time is all the control we can have upon it for the rest is what floats upon it. We may get some guidance about managing time, from our old scriptures like Bhagavad Gita, Upanishad or from sayings of some enlightened souls. Bhagavad Gita tells us to perform all duties of life with sincere efforts, focused mind and with skilled hand. It tells us to maintain an even attitude to fruition and non fruition of what ever we do, and should do duties without pride of doer-ship .( chapter 2/ verse 47/48) Our concept of time also changes with age. Children are more focused to the present, and not bothered about past or future.That is why they feel happy to chase butterflies, love to mimic singing birds, or get thrilled to be drenched in summer rain. Time also brings challenging moments in many childrens' life . the pressure of poverty often forces children to risk their lives in many ways. Like brave soldiers, facing the challenges of time, they sell fruits, flowers, or polish shoes on crowded city streets. I always salute them mentally, because they face the challenges of life with dignity and courage. In adulthood, unless one gets the soft cushion of ancestral property to relax upon, we all try hard to make a living for us and for our family in a honest way. Money earned with honest and sincere efforts always brings peace in life. Yogananda righty said "Do not expect to attain unalloyed peace and happiness from earthly life. No matter what your experiences are, enjoy them in an objective way as you would a movie" ( Man’s Eternal Quest )The golden truth of Upanishad says, “Vasudhaiva Kutumbaka", which means , the world is one family. Keeping this truth in mind, enlightened souls , by giving their unconditional loving service to helpless and needy, leave their foot prints behind on the sands of time forever. As we can not grasp air within our fist, we can not grasp time nor hold back the passage of it. Time is impartial. Both king and popper have twenty four hours in hand, and how one uses that time - in wisdom or waste, depends on the free choice of an individual. So it is essential for us to understand what time is - a carrier of one's attention. The right use of time is to be attentive to its passing. The rest is circumstance.

We are what and how we eat

Recently I read an interview by a famous psychiatrist that provoked me to think about the nature of today’s food habits and changing life styles. We know food has a direct impact on our body and mind. Throughout civilization (prior to the advent of refrigerators), people ate fresh food that was cooked at home. In Vedic literature (1500 BCE to 500BCE), we find that food was considered sacred, especially as there was an energetic component beyond nutrition and preparations and consumption of food were forms of worship. Their diet was vegetarian, with fresh grains, vegetables, fruits and nuts. Milk derived yogurt and ghee (clarified butter which is also free of lactose) were essential parts of diet and rich in probiotic elements. Meat consumption was restricted for special religious occasions. Bhagavad Gita refers to a healthy diet as being comprised of “Sattvik food" - the qualifers being vegetarian, fresh (cooked within 2 hours) and supportive of elevated forms of thinking and not those that would 'inflame the senses'. Food was designed to enhance longevity, spiritual strength,health, happiness and contentment.” ( chapter 17/ verse 8) In earlier days, earthen pots were used as cooking vessels which added calcium and iron to the food. Also clay, being alkaline in nature as well as ensuring slow cooking that prevented charring of food when cooked on metal pans in high heat. Many of our chronic modern ailments are now being connected to charred or burnt food, high heat cooking that often turns oils carcinogenic, a lack of probiotics naturally available in fermented foods, nutritional loss from high heat cooking etc. And of course the widespread usage of plastic and other harmful metals that are now part of our food chain. In traditional cooking, usage of spices , make a symphony of colour, taste and flavour, which is also good for health. In today's world, especially in western countries, cooking has gone from a family activity to a commercial, industrialized business that is devoid of a personal connection and is largely driven by frozen and packaged foods. India and many eastern countries have still preserved a more traditional approach to food creation and consumption, though that is changing fast. Sitting crossed legged on rugs, eating mindfully in silence and with direct connection to the hand as oppposed to a fork an knife creates primal connection to our food. This is still practiced in traditional homes throughout the East. The cancer of today is directly correlated to high sugar and salt laden fast foods, packaged, frozen, or worse - restructured (many kids don't understand the connection between what they're eating and the plant or animal that it comes from). Food has gone from a connected activity that is primal to our being to being a mindless secondary function while conducting business calls, watching television, or driving. The consumption of meat and alcohol have become universal throughout cultures and are scientifically proved to create serious ailments - both physical and mental. Ayurveda (literally translated as the science of long life), much like Hippocrates, the father of modern medicine says “ when diet is wrong, medicine is of no use, and when diet is correct, medicine is of no need “.