Mystic...

The sun is rising high in the sky Its light enters the house through an opening
The dust is seen moving in the ray of lightbut the empty space of the room is un moving
Now close ur eyes and be silent Then ask urself : Who am I?the moving dust or the unmoving space of the room
Do not answer intellectually for intellectual answers are not answers.but wait and realise
Hsy Yun says -- The mind is nothing but foreign dust
Who are u ? the mind? -- the foreign dust ? or--?

The One Sword

Mind means duality Meditation is oneness In Zen , its called - The One Sword
Kusunoki Masashige came to a Zen monasterywhen he was about to meet the oncoming army of Ashikaga Takanji, andasked the master: When a man is at the parting of the waysbetween life and death, how should he behave?
The master answered:
Cut off your dualism and let the one sword stand serenely by itself against the sky !

Dawn & Dusk ........

Happiness and unhappiness are your moods and don't depend on the outside. This is one of the most basic things to be realised, because then much can be done. So the first thing to do is to realise that moods are not dependent on outside circumstances. The second thing to understand is that they depend on your unawareness. So just watch and become aware.
If happiness is there, just watch it and don't become identified with it. When unhappiness is there, again just watch.
It is just like morning and evening.
In the morning you watch and enjoy the rising sun. When the sun sets and darkness descends, that too you watch and enjoy. Don't use these words 'happiness' and 'unhappiness', because they carry judgements. Simply watch without judging -- this mood 'A', and this mood 'B', mm? do you follow? 'A' mood has gone, now 'B' mood is here, and you are simply a watcher. Suddenly you will realise that when you call happiness 'A', it is not so happy, and when you call unhappiness 'B', it is not so unhappy. Just by calling the moods A and B, a distance is created. When you say 'happiness', much is implied in the word. You are saying you want to cling to it, that you don't want it to go. When you say 'unhappy', you are not just using a word; much is implied in it. You are saying that you don't want it, that it should not be there. All these things are said unconsciously. So use these terms for the moods for seven days, and then tell me. Just be a watcher
if you are standing on top of the hill, and in the valley clouds and sunrises and sunsets come... sometimes it is day and sometimes night, mm? Just be a watcher on the hill far away

Tribute to ArunMozhi

My eyes are locked upon a pic in my laptop,

Taken - 31/12/08
Venue: GV residency New Years Function
It contains two people smiling at the camera of course…. Taken post Dinner on New Years Eve 2009
Smiles were frozen for years to come, their eyes as one can see were wid lots of expectation beaming in their eyes for what forthcoming year had in store for them.
I took the pic, and posers were myself and Arun………

11/04/09
One is alive, and One is no more…………

11/05/09
Its been exactly a month …..On the above fateful day ,
Our friend, one of our own GV residency youth club member Arunmozhi passed away in a tragic accident near kodaikanal.
The news came as bolt out of a clear sky, hit me hard….on Easter Sunday.
(The day I cursed why I had mobile and I lost the same within an hour, infact I was happy I lost it.)

He was one of those who I occasionally meet when I go to Coimbatore on weekends.
Sometimes, He was the only one who I meet and cherish the good old days..
He has to pass my home to reach his home, that way I usually end up meeting him.

Ever smiling, funny, a team player and great guy to be around with. Cracking jokes at serious times and loosening the tension around our necks.

Most of my friend circle (apart from GV guys) won’t know him, except Raj.
Every Sunday in my college days, we use to play cricket. I miss those days…….. Nowadays, except for youths in GV, all other guys are in the grounds.

GV in 1997
At that time, more than 100 families were residing in GV residency.
1997 marked a significant development in GV residency, It brought all those families together. Ladies circle, subsequent formations of Youth club/ Exnora activities / GV welfare Associations.
Since 1997--- When the GV youth club was formed in GV--- not a single year has passed for me without wishing him on New Years Eve.
Our acquaintance and friendship all kick started with GV youth club formation.
Though it was from 1997, According to me, I would rate 1999 – 2002 as golden era of GV Youths.

Every New Years Eve from 1997, we celebrate and welcome the next year with joy.
Stage performances by GV youths were one of the main events of the evening.
Arun was a part of our team, He was a sandwich student like me in PSG,
He used to come after college arnd 8:30 in the nite, straight to practice with his uniform on. He was a MIB (Men In Blue) of PSG tech.

There were days we practiced stage performances till 3 O clock in the nite. He never showed a sign of tiredness. Coz, Sandwich course is ain’t easy, you have to stand in Industrial Institute for four hours and then you have to sit on the class for four hours. Imagine if you have lab?!!!
Continuous standing is the middle name for sandwich guys.

Coming back to function,
We were impeccable in execution as a team & He was a good team player.
After the practice sessions, mid nite/ early morning, Myself and him would take a stroll back home, those walks will haunt my memories till I breath my last.

We had a similar kind of stroll on New Years eve that nite after the function got over.
Though he had brought his bike, He walked along wid me till home, as we usually do…
Only wid few with whom we meet in our lifetime, silence can be comfortable for prolong period.
He was one among those friends. I will miss him.

I usually end up in GV on New Years Eve wherever I am - topographically and geographically for two reasons,
1. ‘Coz it pops up many good nostalgic moments for me.
2. It also gives me a chance to meet those friends / families whom I never get a chance to meet in d whole year.

Arun….
You have left a deep scar in my heart,
This New Years Eve there will be a void in the ambience for me that cannot be easily filled in.
I know I would long for you to take part wid me on my stroll back home.
I know I will miss your good luck wishes, “A happy and prosperous New Year ahead” as soon as the clock strucks twelve.

Arun,
I know I will meet you again ….
As Richard Bach says, ‘friends are fellow time- travellers’
As soon as I lay my eyes on u, I will recognize you in my heart for lifetimes to come….

Till then………
Will Miss you dearly…

Urs Joe nna,
Happy Friendship day 2 u……….

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When an archer is shooting for nothing, he has all his skill. If he shoots for a brass buckle, he is already nervous. If he shoots for a prize of gold, he goes blind or sees two targets -- He is out of his mind! His skill has not changed. But the prize divides him. He cares. He thinks more of winning than of shooting-- And the need to win drains him of power. (19:4, p. 158)
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The art of Non-doing is very subtle.
Non-doing is not merely a lack of activity but an energy experience of stillness
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Now , the name of the blog mite or mite not amuse you much ,
But the word itself popped up from nowhere from a book ---

I don know how much of you – practice opening a book – randomly and see what it tells you at that precise moment….

Every moment is magical in this universe….. As I type these words, As you will or mite lay your eyes on these verses, when that happens- a fleeting moment passes by.
Now .....

It has passed.. :-)

Now, For that particular moment to take place – just imagine for a minute, what are the things that have to be in place for that moment to occur? Rite from our parents --- to --- location--- to how we had known each other--- how I have come across or we have shared our lives with each other---- my penning down of this thoughts --- accumulating to this very moment..

Is it bizarre? Surreal ? coincidence?

So I do practice this of random adventure with books…

That too is bizarre --- if we see … Author, publisher , book in my hands, at that precise moment --- and when I lay my eyes on this page, the whole existence has accumulated to this precise moment and it showed me the word Zazen..

The Book was about ‘ Intelligence ‘ by Osho.
&
Reflexions is ‘thoughts’ in French.
Now the quotations would have given you an idea of Non-doing . Yeah , that’s what is all about – just sitting and doing nothing… The word ‘ Zen ’ arises from this very word ZAZEN…..

What fascinated me, is that logic of it…..
Let me share the same with you all --- word by word……….
It is as if a stream has become murky ….. what do you do ? what anyone will do ?

Do we jump in the stream and start helping the stream to be clear?
We will make it more murky / muddy.

We will simply sit on the bank.

We will wait.

There is nothing to be done. Because whatsoever we do, it will make it more muddy.

Now, watch indifferently. Just patience is needed. The mud will start settling , because it cannot hang on forever.

After a while, suddenly we will become aware, the stream in crystal clear again…..

Non movement should be the only movement ..

But, He adds on, if you begin with ‘ just sitting ’ you are certainly will go insane..
Knowledge is not always good; It must unfold itself slowly as your capacity to absorb it – grows.

Now , With a mad dance , you can become aware of the silent point within. But with sitting silently you will become aware of your madness. The opposite is always the point of awareness.

He adds on , You begin with something active—something alive --- moving to stillness

I laid my eyes on these verses ---- as a result of random adventure- the very day I wanted to start a blog to write down my thoughts………..
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Now—what more appropriate blog title I can look for, Its time to start something active – pen down my thoughts --- Start doing opposite --- to reach silence .. Now even I wonder will I ever stop writing these blogs… :-)

Lov,

Meaning of Life...

Sens de la vie ...
Meaning of Life...
Pascal said in the seventeenth century: When I consider the short duration of my life, swallowed up in the eternity that lies before and after it,
when I consider the little space I fill and I see, engulfed in the infinite immensity of spaces of which I am ignorant, and which know me not, I rest frightened, and astonished, for there is no reason ----
why I should be here rather than there.
Why now rather than then?
Who has put me here?
By whose order and direction have this place and time have been ascribed to me?
I wish to write this blog tonite. There is a invisible stress on Tonite, incase you have missed.
I never pen-down my feelings until I want to it to be. Never begin to write unless I feel the thrust of it. I am doing it even when I am feeling somnolent rite now.
Reason? Heart is heavy. Intense, Forceful and Strenuous at the same time.
Goal – oriented , Task – oriented, not to mention Monotonous – that’s how we live each days..
What are the things we miss?
What are the things we oversee?
What are the things we over do and don’t do?
And most of all….
Who are the people we take for granted?
Why are we constantly wearing our invisible shields and masks? Smile when you really want to be angry ?
What is the kind of life we are livin ? What is the quality of it?
A simple incident today in my apartment today had made me look at myself in the mirror …
What is that you are doing daily? Does it make u proud?
Till my 25 years I lived in a shell …Consider a compass and take a radius of 5 Km , with my house as center, Draw a circle …. That is my invisible boundary which most of my 24 years have passed by.
But, Not even a single regret like this day.
Apartment life is not new to me, never. Most of my childhood till 9th I have been living surrounded by homes , where the sounds of one home can infiltrate the other. Where the cooking odour was easily felt. Sharing joy, sorrow was part of it.

Even when we moved to GV , Never felt like an island ( though it was an independent home ) , though I can feel the emptiness back home now. Guess the bridge, the connexion was the younger generation…
Now in chennai ,
I live a secluded life , though I call myself social… I live most of the times indoor in seclusion.
Never was worried , not bothered whats going on.. Just live a busy life …. Always moving wid a sense of ‘purpose ‘ attached.
I wasn’t wrong, nor I am wrong , But the essence of which makes a human a human is missing.
Today I read ---purpose of life is a life of purpose. Page No 74 – Monk who sold his Ferrari…
I think too much goal-oriented and purpose is just sick.
There is a saying --- “ Alavu minjinal Amurdhamum nanju “ the Elixir – which is meant to give u ever lasting life , if “exceeded” can also become poison.
I think – Purpose of life is to live it to fullest. Not alone driven with purpose.
Never end it with regrets. Never take people for granted, to be always there…
Its time to strike a balance.
Once my family had come to stay with me in my apartment, It had been two years since I had moved to this apartment by that time…
There is a grandpa and grandma living the other door. You know first time I got embarrassed ..
My uncle as soon as he got down here , after relaxin , settled himself down… Went over them and introduced him to them, I was beside him.
He said to them, “ I am Jesun’s Uncle, his Moms brother “ ( I was standing beside him )
You know what grandpa replied , J
He said , “ I don’t know anybody named Jesun living here ” J
He was taken aback , turned around me wid a smirk in his eyes. I was and I am still the silent type.
And came the next thing, which has never occurred to me, Usually when I go to a hotel , or when I hire a taxi for instance, I never address them as server or driver, I always ask them their names, I remember them well . Any assistance, I call them by their names.
Though I lived here for two years almost, never , ever had a thought occurred to me to ask his name.
My uncle asked him, “ unga per enanga ? ” He replied , “ Yesuraj ” Wid a gleaming face , toothless smile …. Priceless.
I got really ashamed of myself. I didn’t refrain yet.
Grandpa was always there, lying in the cot, He must be in his eighties… Ever vibrant, noisy , always imagines the other to be deaf when he speaks, Like I use to speak wit ipod connected to my ears. All around will turn around and look at me , as if I had done a crime. J
Ever active, not even the Immovable lift will stop him to get down three floors and not to mention coming up three floors!!! In his age of eighties…. He was really inspiring. Morning when I leave office at six thirty I would see him walkin in the street wid a walkin stick in his hand and carryin milk back home….
One time, I had helped him walk the steps with my 1100 Nokia mobile, known only to act as a tubelite in darkness and never a mobile…..
He thanked me….
For the past three days, I am eating outside…. Fact – gas is over.
Today, My neighbors had got the cylinder for us. Grandma gave me the change.. and showed me the cylinder…..
I asked her, I was hesitant to ask her yesterday… “ Where is Grandpa?” Never seen him for a while.. Has he gone home to his native? “
She replied.. “ Grandpa is missing over a month. He went out as usual and never returned , Once it had happened he had missed the way home, ( I was thinking early signs of Alzheimer ) somebody had helped him back home here. He never returned home, it has been a month now . We have registered a complaint with the police” With a pause , She added , “ have u seen him around ? ”
I froze.
Words failed,
“ Ile ma ”
Sound of air didn’t vibrate at all, It didn’t carry my words uttered. I was silent, felt astray…. Felt not worthy to stand there.
One month … Where was I? I was rite there.. Living next door….
Wonder will I ever see him again!
The Cot he sleeps on is still there waiting for him in the corridors of Third floor of anonymous apartment in sivananda saalai choolaimedu.
Carefully folded and well maintained by Grandma, waiting for his return…
I have regrets, had a million chances to share with him.
A simple smile to a casual talk after work…. Guess I took him for granted to be there for me always…!
“Meaning of life !!!!”
The irony about the question is --- you know what? …..
The question arises only in the moments of despair, grief, regret and guilt
The question arises only in the moments of dissatisfaction, whenever there are situations of particular incident disturb us, shake us…
Never leave room for regrets in life…. !
Never…
Jesun….

Fear -- Reflexions .....

Fear……
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The only way to drop your fear is to go into the very thing of which you are afraid. If somebody comes to me and says, “I am afraid of darkness” then I always suggest to them, “The only way is to go into the dark night, sit somewhere alone outside the town under a tree. Tremble! Perspire, be nervous, but sit there! How long can you tremble? Slowly, slowly things will settle. The heart will start beating normally…… suddenly you will become aware of the beauties of darkness, which only darkness can have --- the depth,
the silence,
the velvety touch of it,
the stillness , the music of the dark night , the insects, the harmony.

And slowly the fear disappears; you will be surprised that darkness is not that dark, it has its own luminosity. You will be able to start seeing something --- vague, but not clear.

But clarity gives shallowness to things; vagueness gives depth and mystery. Light can never be so mysterious as darkness.

Light is prose; Darkness is poetry

Light is naked; But darkness is veiled; It provokes great interest, great curiosity to unveil it.

If you are afraid of darkness, go into darkness. If you are afraid of love, go in to love. If you are afraid of being alone, then go to the Himalayas and be alone, that is the only way to drop it.
And sometimes if you can deliberately do something, it brings great awareness………

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Unless you are capable of saying ‘No’ your ‘Yes’ is meaningless….
- Anonymous .