The Birthday Trilogy

Here, I am back after four years to chronicle the latest updates! Without my own knowledge, looks like I have a biographer for my wife..! Read on to see what transpired thereafter to our Queen...!

Alas, the second wave of Covid did not leave our Queen untouched. She had barely any energy left, her breath was shallow, hardly ate anything or even had the drive to eat. Covid, as we have heard from so many, was a very sickly disease. It took the life energies completely out of you and the feebleness was too low for the life to continue. I read somewhere that first 4-5 days you need to let it run its course but thereafter either the body fights back and recovers completely or loses. Fortunately in our case, she survived. From the 5th day onwards, she started recovering, and getting better. All through, she continued with her yogic kriya practices despite it taking a toll on her body. She believed that and the grace of her Guru were the only things that revived her back. She never took a single tablet, not even Dolo which was the most famous pill at that time. Even though she was an ICU candidate, she preferred to stay isolated in her room. The 'isolation' was also her idea to ensure rest of the family did not catch it from her. Strictly she stayed within for 14 full days and those were tough times although it was far, far better than any mortality which we were hearing from our neighbours. In fact, there was a time when the King and her said their 'Final Goodbye's looking at the state she was in, knowing fully well that there might not be a happy ending! However, she withstood the test of time and came out of the dangerous woods unscathed without having to take any medication. 

Slowly, rest of the world also started to stand on its feet, and then started running hither and thither! By that, I mean, started travelling! With relaxed office norms, workations became a fad! Not to be left behind, the Queen ventured into car travels (still not very willing to mingle with public) to nearby places. In one such instance, she visited Mysore to see Dasara in it's great grandeur. Unluckily it poured heavily in Mysore that very day, and she was stuck in a car with rising/gushing waters all around! Thankfully, waded through the traffic and saw it subside whereas cars in and around were inundated! That was a second fatal scare in the same year!

But these were nothing compared to the 'Mother of all trips' which she planned for later - Kailash Darshan! The prep for this started about 6 months in advance, with a battery of health checks. She barely cleared those checks, and some startling revelations about her heart being in the center of her chest due to which her ribcage was constricting the expansion! Somehow, got the clearance but the altitude hit her at Hepka, which was about 10,000 ft above sea ground. She was advised to take steroids which thankfully alleviated her condition. The condition prior to that was similar to the Covid days - where she could barely stand or walk or focus, and this was in the middle of Himalayan mountains! Soon after that episode, she had the blessed Darshan of Mt Kailash. A point to be noted in this trip is that she was the only person in the entire batch of 80 odd yatris who was in complete silence for last few days until the darshan of Mt Kailash. Although this is repeatedly asked by all to ensure one can grasp the energies better, no one quite follows it due to its rigor. But she was able to steadfastly maintain her silence and communicate with hand signals only when necessary. It was easy to see why she was affected so deeply during the process that Isha Sacred Walks conducted at Kailash Darshan - the silence sadhana that she had performed had a great impact.

As if this was not enough, within a few weeks after returning, she was back in the Himalayas - this time to visit Gangothri, Badrinath and Kedarnath. Tougher than oneself being sick is to see your loved one being sick - which is exactly what happened for her at the base of Kedarnath when her princess fell extremely sick. Thankfully for her, the King (who had previously seen anyways) stayed back to take care of the daughter while she could complete the two-day trek to Kedarnath. And equally thankfully, the princess recovered after a brief admission to a local hospital, and rest of the trip was a success. She felt it was only due to Sadhguru's Grace that she and her family escaped the imminent throes of Death.

One significant event that happened in her life was on a trip to Isha Yoga Center Ashram at Coimbatore when she entered Dhyanalinga Temple at about 9 am in the morning and sat in a meditative pose. Although she knew she had to have breakfast at about 10 am, she resisted the urge and continued to sit. Soon, 10 am became 11 am and then 12 noon when Nada Aradhana started. She continued to sit. She was even mentally talking to Dhyanalinga that she will not go (or she will keep coming back) until she got the answer for "Who am I?", a deep spiritual question which has been bothering her since eons. To her satisfaction, she got a response which made complete sense to her. All the jigsaw puzzles fit with that response. In the back of her mind, she knew she had to check-out of her room by 4 pm else it will cause issues for other seekers, so finally after 7 hours, she got up. Seven full hours of non-stop meditation with no breaks! She felt enlightened indeed!

At home, she spent 8-10 hours daily on Spiritual reading and/or watching Spiritual videos. She was open to any and all teachings and soaking it all up like a sponge - Vidhura Neethi, Ashtavakra Geethe, Bhagavad Geetha, Power of Now, Journey Home, etc.. She explored all four modes of Yoga: Bhakti, Gnana, Kriya and Karma. She listened to many teachers like Sadhguru, Anandamurthi Gurumaa, Guru Pashupathinath, Hare Krishna scholars, Dhirendra Krishna Shastri, Sri M, etc. but followed only the former. While two decades ago, she was listening bollywood songs while doing chores, now she is totally into Bhajans and Devotional songs. If she just sat and listened to songs, tears will flow down her cheeks. If she is doing something (like cooking or eating) and a divine song enters her ears from nearby, she will become stillness personified. If she is standing, she will just collapse down and cuddle up. 

There have been multiple episodes of strange experiences in her life in the recent past. There was this  instance when she once stood in front of the mirror and could not recognize the person in the mirror. Another time, she had violent shuddering & shivering all through the body although she was perfectly fine and aware, which is a clear sign of Kundalini awakening. And then she had an out-of-the-body experience where she realized she was no longer contained in her body and could see her body from afar. At Srirangapatna temple, she felt Lord Ranga was within her! When we did Homa, at the time of Purnahuthi, she felt a part of her was getting dissolved. During festivals, at the time of Prana Prathista, she can actually feel a part of ourselves being poured out into a Divine Energy form. At Gad Kalika Mandir in Ujjain, when she sat within the temple premises, her left side of the lip felt like it was getting pulled! When she came out, it stopped automatically. Later researched and found out via this article that Sati's upper lip had fallen at that location! During funeral rites, she could easily feel the presence of the departed beings. Few months ago, at the hospital, we were all sitting and a man was walking towards us. Her first impression was that the man looked like Lord Yama. It so happened that this man was none other than the doctor who was treating my father, and she was not aware of it then. Within few days, my father passed away...

It is said that once you are born as a Human Being, if you do enough sadhana, you can start perceiving dimensions beyond the five senses. Above experiences show that she has reached that stage already. If Part 1 showed glimpses of the Rise of the Champion and Part 2 showed her accomplishments, this Part sheds light on some of her (thanks to her Guru's grace) Supernatural instincts! 

It is also said that a Marriage is for couples to go through Dharma, Artha, Kama and Moksha - and she has lived it to the word. Thanks to my wife, I am getting a free ride along with her to at least taste Liberation...! 

Presenting this blog-post as another (hopefully immortal) birthday gift which will make her smile and wonder about the life she has undergone so far..!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEAR!!

Harihara

Harihara is a Hindu deity that combines the two major gods Vishnu (Hari) and Shiva (Hara).

My birth name is Lakshmi Narayana. 

Literally, Lakshmi's husband Narayana.

Narayana aka Vishnu aka Hari.

My wife's name is Gouri.

Gouri is manifestation of Parvati whose husband is Shiva.

Shiva aka Hara.

Hence, I am Harihara.

Brouhaha!

Divine Weekend..!

Friday Feb 16th: Ratha Sapthami Abhisheka to Ranga at Thirumalagiri Venkateshwara Temple, JP Nagar

Saturday Feb 17th: Relative's Kanakabhisheka at 5th Block Raghavendra Swamy Matha, Jayanagar

Sunday Feb 18th: Madhwa Navami celebrations (Madhu Abhisheka, Pavamana Homa, Rathotsava, Pada Puje, Kanakabhisheka, Pravachana at 5th Block Raghavendra Swamy Matha, Jayanagar

Srinivasa Govinda

About three and half decades ago, back in the 90's, my grandmother used to take me to Tirumala almost every other year. She was a great devotee of Lord Venkateshwara and she used to visit every year and sometimes more than once in a year. Typically, we will take a bus to Tirupati and then one more bus to Tirumala, which will drop us off as soon as we climb the hill, right in the beginning itself. And then a long walk towards the temple roads where we had a bunch of lodging accommodations.

So this long walk from the bus-stand to the lodge was filled with street vendors selling several stuff. My granny always used to get me something, a toy car or a toy ring or some such thing but what moved me the most was this song of Srinivasa Govinda, Venkataramana Govinda pretty much in every alternate shop. They had this on and on, the whole day, the whole year. It was so soothing and wonderful to listen, kind of transported me to a different plane altogether. Although I wanted a cassette of that song, I never asked for it nor got one myself later on.

Thanks to Youtube several years later, it became easy to access this song and for many years, sometimes even now, our Sundays start off with this song. Thankfully my wife & daughter likes it too, so it is like a divine way to start off the day. 

When we visited Tirumala last year on our birthday, there was a live performance of this song going on right in front of the temple which was being telecasted live on TTD TV. It was a fantastic rendition (starts from 48th minute here), and we were lucky to be there right in front, from beginning till end, participating all the way through, singing along with the crowd around us. A satsang or bhajan, as one may call it, but it felt so good, so purifying. 

It reminded me of my earliest days in Tirumala, walking on those streets, hearing this song and now being in front of the temple, singing along in a satsang-bhajan. It was like I had come a full cycle...

Sikkid Shiva

It was a hot day even in October in the desert city of Jaisalmer, and we were visiting the fort. After we climbed up high, we were huffing and puffing and we saw a guy selling tender coconuts and we thought we will have one each. 

The unique thing about this vendor was he had segregated his set of tender coconuts into two main sections. One section was for those tender coconuts which he would pick and open it up for us and the other section was for customers to choose and pick and he would open it up for us. The former was pricier than the latter. 

We were three of us, so we took two from his choice and I chose the one from the latter section. As it happened, when he cut out mine we found out that it was empty. Absolutely empty - no water inside at all. Which was the first time in my life, have never seen an empty tender coconut, so had never expected it either. Still, he said we have to pay for it because we chose it and that meant we had committed for that coconut. 

This nonplussed us because we were not sure if he was cheating his customers by simply keeping this second set with all empty tender coconuts just to make money out of it. So we started arguing and asking him to be fair and just that if there is no water, he should not ask us to pay anything. But his argument was that if we had gone with the pricier lot, it was his commitment to provide a good tender coconut and since the second lot was for customers to choose and pick, it was customer's destiny - so to speak. You either got a good one or a rotten one or an empty one depended totally on customer's fate, and that's why he charged less for it. 

It was a very interesting situation to be in, where we were not sure if we were being conned or if it was a fair game since we are not the experts in tender coconut business but we kept on arguing and finally he relented and gave one more which was not too bad. But this incident made me think: 

We get what we choose, and that's our destiny. If we are lucky, we get a good one. If not, hard luck. In Kannada, as they say, "Sikkid Shiva." Just bow and accept.

Las Vegas & Me

Las Vegas has been touted as the most popular city in the World. 

My first visit to this city happened when I was a bachelor in 2005, aged 25. Needless to say, at that age and time of my life, it was mind-boggling. Just walking along the Strip was mesmerizing. So many dazzling lights, glamorous people all around - it was a like different world altogether. So fascinating and fabulous. And I remember thinking how they made this Oasis in the middle of a desert, almost like a Black Hole where every one lands up for a party, conference or an event.

My second visit was with my wife in 2009. I wanted her to experience the same state of "mesmerization" that I felt, and indeed, it took her breath away too. She wanted to see each and every casino on the Strip, so I remember running from one to the other, exhausted, taking pics!

My third visit was with my wife and daughter in 2012 but this was not a trip for Vegas. The city just happened to come in transit on our way back from the National Parks of Utah back to our the then home in Irvine, CA. So, we ended up on a night halt, did not walk much on the Strip with the toddler but visited some kid friendly casino for some nice magic tricks and games.

My fourth visit was again with my wife and daughter in 2016, and again, it was in-transit, this time to Antelope Canyon. However, we spent the first and last night/day of the vacation in Vegas and we did end up showing some of the Strip's nice casinos to the daughter - like the Bellagio fountain, Eiffel Tower, etc. 

My fifth visit was alone, this year, 2023. This was, for the first time, not a vacation. It was a Business trip to attend a conference and give a presentation. I was put up in The Venetian. Such lavishness and grandeur. I thanked my stars for such an opportunity. After the conference, in the evening, we colleagues ventured out on the Strip only for a short stroll but headed back soon enough, since we had had enough of it.

And by that time, I mean, so many things - the stench & clouded smoke on the pavement, of either the drugs or the cigar smoke I know not which; the hoardings with semi-nude people admiring body parts, drunk girls on limos not even conscious of where they were heading to, people begging on pavements for money to drink or get drugged out, etc..

At that moment, my whole image of this 'Fabulous Las Vegas' fell right flat on the ground. This literally was Hell on Earth, where Human Consciousness was at its lowest ebb ever. People smoking, drinking, getting drugged out and I guess all in pursuit of happiness whereas they were all eventually downgrading themselves to stoops of stupidity. This is the place where body parts are glorified 100x as if that is the Ultimate Joy for Human Beings. This reminded me of a scene in the movie Idiocracy where there is a theatre of humans watching a big screen which is showing only the human ass for the entire duration of the movie and all are laughing like zombies! Such low state of human consciousness, indeed! And it is no less in any casinos - one can see zombies putting coins after coins into slot machines and just punching again and again...! I almost felt pity for those who stayed here, came here...!

It was not hard for me to compare this place to so many sacred places in India where I could literally feel my aura, my subtle body getting cleansed especially in Mantralaya after the dip in Tunga river or in Tirumala after the dip in Swamipushkarni, listening to Vedic hymns, seeing the sun rise. One could feel the purity in such places, one could feel one getting purified just being in such places. It was like Human Consciousness getting elevated! Now, that is the feeling of Heaven. Such an opposite, appalling experience in Vegas!

And this whole U-turn of my emotions in just 5 visits spanning less than 2 decades. The city had remained the same, its vibes, the energy, the genre of tourists, etc. from 2005 till 2023, maybe more casinos but my perception of what the city had to offer had changed completely...

Public Speaking

I have always been terrified of Public Speaking. Being an introvert, going up on the stage and keeping the audience engaged is something that I have never been fond of, or even remotely inclined. So when I was in 8th grade, my English teacher forced me to participate in a debate where each side of the opposition has to go on stage and speak either for or against a topic. I remember the topic was TV, and I made notes (which I was good at), and when it was my turn, I went to the stage, took my notes and read through the entire thing without making even a single eye contact to anyone! That was my first experience!

When I got into college, there was a huge new auditorium with a nice big podium and I was wondering how it would be to stand here and give an inspiring speech, while confidently & comfortably knowing I would never have to do it! But I did end up on that podium in my final year to participate in another debate with a handful of audience, and, thank God the acoustics sucked(!) since many folks could not even hear what we were talking on the mic.

And then I used to see many actors/actresses going on the stage in front of hundreds of people and talking so effortlessly, fluently and even making jokes, and wondered how did they do it. Like in Oscars or Filmfare Awards or even talk shows like Ted Talk or Stand-up comedy. 

When I got into the corporate life, I used to see Account Managers, clients from US who were doing the same thing albeit it was more work-related. Although there were many opportunities for me to get into ToastMasters club, somehow I found excuses not to enrol! Few more years later, I distinctly remember one of my peers sharing a picture of herself giving a technical speech in a conference in US, and this moved me the most. It made me proud of her and even inspired me. I knew her very well that she was, like me, an introvert, public-shy, knew as much as I did technically - and yet, there she was, dressed immaculately and capturing the attention of the audience. 

While I tried to keep it at bay as much as possible, the opportunity came knocking on my door in May this year when I was asked to present at Informatica World 2023 conference at The Venetian, Las Vegas, on How Informatica helped Datawarehouse Modernization, a project which I had worked on for the last couple of years. I was confident about the topic, so the content was not a problem. Still, we underwent number of rehearsals, prepared for possible questions from the audience and finally I was ready!

Thanks to the umpteen practice sessions, I was surprised not to detect any butterflies in the stomach as I went up on the stage. I was glad that seemed as easy as conversing with someone else. All those mentorship during the last two decades helped - talk slowly, keep it light and not too technical, add humor, make it like a story - and I did the best I could. I guess I did not embarass myself (which I later understood is the single most factor for fear of Public Speaking), because at the end of it, there was an ovation.

So, finally I did it - Public Speaking! Check! ✅

I promptly came back home and messaged my 8th grade English Teacher and thanked her for helping me get onto the first stage (literally) of my life! 

And now, I can proudly share my picture too!

I Love You..... Thank You!

My Mother-in-law studied Kannada Medium, and hence not very well-versed in the English language. Her first granddaughter, that is my daughter, grew up the first six years of her life in the United States, and hence the English language came naturally for her. Often times, my wife and I played the part of translators so that they two could understand one another. But at other times they managed themselves. It was quite a sight to watch these two far end of the spectrum of generations communicating with one another, and sometimes hilarious. 

In the local language Kannada, the letter "L" has two variations - one where the tongue just touches palate (usually depicted with lower-case "l") and another where the tongue rolls inwards and uncoils (usually depicted with upper-case "L"). In Kannada, the word "HeLu" means "to tell", where as "Helu" means "to poop"! So there is a ton of difference when the pronunciation changes even a bit! And, since English has no mastery on tongue-rolling antics, my daughter at that time always asked her granny to "Helu" while she meant her to tell and this used to set us all into splits, much to her chagrin as she used to wonder what wrong she said!

Likewise, whenever Tontu used to say "I Love You" to her granny, my MIL - without much knowledge of how things work usually - always used to reply back "Thank You", and this caused lot of laughter. And then, my daughter used to explain that instead of 'Thank You', she should say "I Love you too".

Cut to the present. My wife and I came across number of articles and videos where Sadhguru talks about love. One such article is about True Love. He mentions clearly here that "Love is not something that you do; love is the way you are". If you are in such a state that you can be loved unconditionally, or you have become so lovable, and because of that someone says "I Love You", then obviously the response should indeed be "Thank You"! 

Perhaps my MIL might not be an English literate but knew this all along, inherently. 

The last laugh was on us, the educated.

Welcome to Teenage!

Tontu turned Thirteen today!

Its amazing how a child grows up, in fact, sometimes almost magical. It is even more amazing to watch this phenomenon of Life. It feels like just a few days ago that I was giving her bath, with a nice religious accompanying Shloka (which almost gave me the feeling of bathing an idol) and somewhere, sometime that process logically ended and she is managing all that herself. I just have to wake her up once, and in a few minutes I can hear her in the bathroom, humming to herself! How did that happen?!

She used to sleep with us for a long time, hugging her mamma....and now she cuddles up with her toy on her own bed in her own bedroom. How did that happen?!

There was a time (long, long ago) when she used to run out of the kitchen, scared of the pressure cooker when it was about to whistle, and now she is able to light matchsticks all by herself. How did that happen?!

We never used to go anywhere without her for a really long time. Where we went, she went with us. And then we started going to the market without her, and she was fine being with her friends. And, for the first time, recently, we went out of city for a weekend without her, and she was ok to stay with her grandparents. How did that happen?!

Its not that the connection has reduced or the love has weakened, and yet, it is fascinating to see the small child grow into a young gal now, where she can manage things by herself, is responsible, able to handle the pressure in the school, work on projects individually, be creative - and do things in general without supervision or prodding or even support from her parents. 

In the process, she has expanded her wings and is able to judge to what she likes, what she does not:  Badminton class - no; Singing class - yes; Dancing class - yes; Chess class - no; And thanks to us being a nice community with its ample share of friends, lots of activities such as learning how to cycle, how to skate, how to wave board were taught by her peers themselves without us having to run alongside!

Coming to the part about singing and dancing - it amazes me what wonders she has achieved! I mean I still remember the early days when I used to teach her Sa-Ri-Ga-Ma and now, she has successfully cleared her Junior exam with great honor, and has performed on the stage on many occasions. I remembered this pic as she was sitting in the exam hall writing the exam!

Regarding Bharatanatyam - thanks to her Gurus, she has had nice opportunities in performing on stage with large number of audiences, and this not only has removed the stage fear but has given her the confidence of about expressing herself openly and in any situation.

We were extremely pleased when her book The Mystery of Strange Hill got published on Amazon when she was just 10 years of age. We were overly proud when she was the only person from her school to attend the National Spelling Bee competition in Kolkatta when she was just in her First standard. 

Add to this, the number of awards from her inter-class co-curricular activities - we are running out of space to keep the trophies! Some of the competitions which she excelled and stood first were areas which she challenged herself - such as doing a book review, advertising a product, etc.

She even made a small movie using just the mobile phone during Covid days. She has mastered making deco pics using apps on the smart phone. She has composed a huge collection of poems. And thus, her accomplishments go on and on. Proud of you, Tontu!

And now, looking forward to the next phase of life. Presenting this blog-post as one more Birthday gift...!!

Have a wonderful Birthday and a memorable Teenage Life!

PS: Quick Links for previous Birthday Posts: 

First
Third
Fourth
Tenth

Summer 2023

April 3rd: School Books distribution and Sadhguru Darshan at Sadhguru Sannidhi, Chikkaballapura

April 8th: PTM and Trichur Brothers Carnatic concert at Ramanavami Music Festival, Fort High School

April 9th: Colleague son's Birthday Party

April 15th-16th: Birthday at Tirumala

April 20th: Sivasri Namasankeerthana concert at Ramanavami Music Festival, Fort High School

April 23rd-28th: Vaishnodevi, Golden Temple, Kurukshetra, New Delhi

April 30th: Abhishek Raghuram Carnatic concert at Ramanavami Music Festival, Fort High School

May 6th-14th: Informatica world conference at The Venetian, Las Vegas and Brother's place at Detroit

May 21st: TCS10K

May 24th-28th: Bhavaspandana at Coimbatore 

Jun 4th: Colleague's Gruhapravesham

Being in India

My daughter's friend's younger sister, about 5-6 years old, who stays close to us just returned back from Australia. She had been there with her mother for a short onsite stint for about 2-3 months. 

So, our first question (when my wife and I met her) was, "Which do you like better - India or Australia?" 
Pat came her response: "India!"
"Why?"
"Because they use tissue paper."
"Tissue paper?!"
"In the wash room. Instead of faucet."

We burst out laughing! Such a nice honest and innocent response! An entire country's popularity dropped just because of washroom habit!

Soon after that incident I was talking to my brother-in-law who resides in Dubai. As of now (could be changed soon), there is no citizenship granted for Indians. So he was narrating how his fellow Indian friends who stay in Dubai do everything possible to immigrate to either Canada or US just so that they can get that country's citizenship. For some reason, upon hearing that, I felt a pang. Its not as if that this was the first time I was hearing this, because when I used to stay in US, this was an everyday office hallway discussion - about Indians waiting for GC and US Citizenship. But after settling down in India for the last 7 years, the very thought of losing out such a privileged citizenship - that of being "Indian" - seems so appalling to me now. 

And then a few days later, a friend of mine in US called me and informed that she got Citizenship. A few years back, my response would have been "Congratulations" but this time, somehow, that never came out from me. I was more like matter-of-fact "Oh ok" while inwardly thinking "How sad." 

It is hard to express the immensity of being Indian in India. Keeping apart the apathy of politicians or untidiness of places or civic sense of general public, when it comes to spirituality, there is no place like India. It might also be so that now that I am on the other side of 40 or maybe influenced by Sadhguru's talks that I am more spiritually inclined now than I was before, and being so, any other country of permanent residence just doesn't make any sense anymore. 

But, to be fair, it is true that Indians are spreading spirituality across the world by settling down in various parts of the world. In fact, when we were in US, we were exposed to lot more Indian festivities' grandeur than how we used to experience when we were in India itself, thanks to the enthusiasm of few members who used to amplify the events and create an atmosphere conducive to be Indians while not being in India.

In India, I have visited so many religious places already and yet there seems to be so many more to visit. Some of them even deserves a second or even third visit, while I know that many visit places like Tirumala annually once. The spiritual cleansing that one feels upon such visits is invigorating & soulful than a beach-side vacation that one might crave for in other parts of the world. 

There is always some thing or the other that is happening in India. A cousin's wedding, another cousin's son's naming ceremony, another cousin's in-law's Sahasra Chandra Darshanam homa, an aunth's death ceremony, a yagna at an uncle's house, a musical saint's commemoration ceremony, a religious saint's Pontification day ceremony, a communion of spiritual seekers to celebrate night-long festivity singing hymns of the Lord, a special day to take river bath to cleanse oneself from accumulated sins, a day for fasting to welcome the birth of the Lord, and the list goes on and on. If you notice closely, every event above is conducted spiritually and involves divinity. 

To be away from India is almost akin to be away from the Divine.

Mutt Fiestas!

Jan 26th: Naming ceremony @ Seethapathi Agrahara Mutt

Jan 28th: Purandara Dasara Aradhane @ Konankunte Mutt

Jan 30th: Madhwa Navami @ Konankunte Mutt

Feb 5th: Pavamana Homa @ Madhwa Narayana Ashrama Mutt  Had to forego another function on same day @ Uttaradi Mutt!

Feb 11th: Kanakabhisheka @ Konankunte Mutt

The Subconsciousness Conflict

Off late I have become conscious of the water that I am drinking, thanks to many videos (experiment) and articles (Isha, Neerukku Nandri) that I have come across. I might not bow down every time with gratitude to the glass of water before I drink but I am automatically closing my eyes before & during the drink. This has now become a regular practice.

Last week when I was driving, I felt thirsty and started drinking water from the bottle. While I was drinking, I could sense a state of unrest and I was wondering why. It then flashed to me that I was actually driving with my eyes closed! And if closing my eyes while drinking water has become one part of my subconscious, there was another "driving" part of my subconsciousness which always ensures my eyes are open while driving, and in this case it was raising a red flag that I was doing something which I never should.

It was a very strange experience indeed: Two parts of my own subconsciousness conflicting with one another!

The Ball in The Game

It was more than a decade ago, sometime in late 2011. The place was Fidelity office in Boston. I was attending a talk by a distinguished Executive-level employee on the nuances of Money, stock market, retirement funds, corpus, defined benefits, defined contributions, etc. all of which are centrally linked to what Fidelity deals with. It was a huge gathering and almost 200-300 people were in the auditorium and I was amazed at how well this person was speaking - so fluently and so fluidly that even the person least knowledgeable could easily understand. 

He started off his speech with a reference to a famous game that had been played just the previous weekend and the home team had come out victorious. He indicated that we all could appreciate the game only because we knew the rules of the game. If there were no rules, or if we did not understand those rules, then one would just see the ball being passed from one person to the other. We would not even differentiate from one team to the other, from home team to opposition. The point being - understanding of the rules is so important in a game without which one cannot fully appreciate the victory. 

He then correlated that sports game to this game in life which we are all playing with Money. If one does not understand the rules properly, then how can one excel, how can one create a surplus which would lead us to financial freedom which could, in turn, be considered as being victorious in our own lives. This analogy I felt was very powerful and what he said made absolute sense.

Now, cut to the present. Jan '23. I was doing some household chore and was listening to Sadhguru's speech. He was mentioning how we all are stuck in this web of transactions and that, in itself, is the cause for us to not get liberated from this cycle of birth and death. This constant urge to make profits, more profits, from small car to big SUV, from small house to mansion, etc. gets us hooked more and more into the rat race making it so difficult to get out. 

Finally, he said this - 

"You think you are playing a Game. But in the end you find out that you are actually the Ball in that Game."

🙄 

Fast, Feast, Birth, Death - The 4 days in 2023

Jan 2nd: Fast - Vaikunta Ekadasi. Absolute fasting - nothing eaten and bare minimum water intake.

Jan 3rd: Feast - 'Breaking of the fast' by way of Dwadasi lunch at Raghavendra Swamy Mutt. Also happened to be Raghuttama Tirtha's Aradhana. Hence the feast.

Jan 4th: Birth - News of my maternal cousin's son's birth. Finally a 'boy' born in the family after 26 years.

Jan 5th: Death - News of my paternal cousin's death. First amongst us cousins.

The Mystery of Moist Lips

I came out of the restroom one day in office, and just when I was exiting, I washed my lips, or rather I made them wet. For a moment, I stopped in my tracks and wondered why. The next shocking revelation was that I had been doing this for as long as I could remember! I mean, it had almost become habitual for me to wet my lips when I was exiting the bathroom. Almost like - I would as if feel I am walking out of the bathroom naked if I didn't wet my lips. Or the other way round, if ever someone saw me coming out of the bathroom with my lips un-wet, I would get caught.And there, incidentally, lay the answer to my unusual habit...

Back in my childhood days, I used to visit my maternal granma's house for summer holidays. During those times, the houses were designed in such a way that the toilets and bathrooms were outside of the main house. Which means, you had to get out of the back door of the house (if the house was big enough), walk a few steps and you can then enter the toilet. In case the house was small and there was only one door, still, the toilet was away. No matter what, the ablutions could not be carried out under the same roof as where you ate and slept and did pooja, etc. So, in the dead of the night, if you wanted to relieve yourself, yes - you had to open the door, go out in the dark amidst cockroaches, lizards and other-what-nots (thieves included!) and come back in quickly cursing why your bladder was incapable of holding up till daylight. And in case it was raining, God save you. 

Despite all this, toilet inside the house was a strict no-no. In fact, this at that time was a 'modern' house. Because a majority of Indians (which was rural then) did not even have a dedicated toilet or bathroom, and Nature was where everything happened. Now compare this to the current generation where we have a bathroom every few steps. Each bedroom will have a bathroom in addition to the common bathroom which is closest to the living room. 

But of course, I believe there was some science behind how the houses of the previous century was constructed in India. Daily ablutions purges the body system from all possible toxins, unwanted bacteria and viruses. The complete set of wastes in our body gets thrown out. The obnoxiousness in the air associated to such wastes obviously needs to be far off from the other parts of the house where we usually spend our time during the day. In fact, the outhouse-kind of toilets did not even have roof or shelter so that there is lot of free air flow to eradicate the obnoxiousness. But nowadays we are stuck inside a small bathroom, completely packed like a matchbox and totally relying on even small exhaust fan to suck out that air. 

And not just that, we spend a lot of time in that same toilet thanks to the "ingenious" new design of bathrooms containing wash-basin (toothbrush), mirror (make-up, grooming, shaving), shower (bath), etc. in addition to the water-closet. Oh, add some more time - I forgot  to mention the mobile phone! No wonder, it would seem, diseases for humans are ever increasing, newer and newer hospitals are sprouting up in every corner of the society, more and more pharmacy stores, etc. Such did not seem to be the case with a typical 'Indian lifestyle' back then.

But lets get back to the topic now. So, my mother's mother was a strict authoritarian. What she says, has to happen. So she made me cultivate a habit of washing my mouth (yes, like how you do when you brush your teeth with mouthful of water, roll it around and spit) every time I came out of the bathroom. I guess she rightly felt that the foul, disease-filled air inside the bathroom (despite being far away) would somehow get into the mouth and hence one had to wash the insides of the mouth whenever one exited. This is personal hygiene taking many notches beyond imagination.

For me, it just didn't make any sense back then as to why I should wash my mouth (of all places) when I relieved myself. So I used to happily ignore my granma and come out, but she would rebuke me to a great extent and, worse, she used to make me go back in and get it done. And so I invented this ingenious way of making my lips wet so that when she saw me coming out of the bathroom, she would know that I have washed my mouth! Ta-da!! And that's how this tradition of mine started. It then became so much of a routine that even when I now go to bathroom just to wash my feet, still I will exit with making my lips wet! The subconsciousness habit of mine will ensure that my dead granma even if she sees me now exiting a bathroom will still think that I have washed my mouth! Strangest thing is that I never realized this strange of habit of mine until now, and used to blindly do for the last 35+ years!!

So next time if you see my lips moist when I am exiting a bathroom, you know the story...!

Goodbye after 17 years!!

 

The first house that you own will always remain special....

Dec 10th, 2021

 

Nirjala on Vaikunta Ekadasi

"Ekadasi", in my childhood meant, not eating the usual day-to-day meals comprising of Anna (rice) and Rasam or Sambar. It meant a day of lot of "tiffin" items comprising a variety of a typical breakfast snacks like Poha or Chapathi or Poori, etc. Contrary to the true meaning of Ekadasi when one is supposed to fast, it was a day to look forward to!

My mother used to fast, her mother used to fast, and it went on so. I didn't know why this tradition was followed but I am not the kind to ask questions (although I knew it was kind of a 'religious' thingy). I just eat what is put on my plate! My mother seemed normal during the fasting days but when I was at granny's place, I used to see her really struggle during Ekadasi. She used to puke and become very weak yet her resolve to not break the fast was so strong that despite whatever happened she never used to eat although she used to cook yummy food for us all grandchildren. But I used to wonder what is the whole point of doing anything (related to a religious practices) despite such struggles.

Flash forward to the recent past, my better half started "full-day" fasting, not every time but on and off. Inspired by her (and also to ensure she didn't cook food that she couldn't eat herself), I too started to delay my breakfast. Began with fasting until noon and then staying rest of the day on fruits, nuts and vegetables, basically staying on uncooked food. It didn't seem to be too hard as I thought. Then pushed it by few more hours like until 4 pm. Then until 6 pm. Yes, there seemed to be a mild headache but it was not unbearable. In fact, when it started to become too much of a strain, I used to break the fast. The intake reduced drastically on Ekadasis. Not any more those sumptuous, yummy-licious Ekadasis of my childhood!

Yesterday was Vaikunta Ekadasi - the mother of all Ekadasis, and wifey said she will do nirjala, meaning fasting without even drinking water. She has done it few times in the past as well. In fact, she goes one notch higher by even doing Mouna Vrata, meaning no talking the entire day too, and that includes not indulging in any kind of gadgets as well like TV or mobile or iPad, etc. Inspired by her, I thought I might as well try nirjala as long as I could. I thought I could last maybe until noon.

Noon came and went but I felt ok. So I thought let me push it further. 4 pm came and went, still I was A-ok. Nearing 7 pm I felt very easily that I could last the entire day. Not even the head ache this time. Not weak, not anything. Just normal. Chanted full Vishnu Sahasranama at 8 pm. In fact, I worked the entire day just like how I do every day. I even helped my daughter with some home-made salad that she wanted to prepare and eat for herself.

Thankfully there were no late night meeting and I could retire to bed at half past ten. And as I hit the bed, I felt great that I could do Nirjala Ekadasi too, just like my wife, my mom and her mom and her mom. And I didn't even puke. It felt like a great accomplishment indeed. It was always something that I thought could never be done by myself. It is true what they say: it is more in the mind than physical.

The day after, in the morning, I did feel a tad too low and pukish. Kind of felt very weak and wobbly. But had three glasses of lemonade with honey and I was back to normal. Not sure if I can do this again or even if I want to. But it sure feels good to have done it, and blogged about it!!

PS: The videos by Amarendra Das & Sadhguru on Ekadasi fasting offer (pun intended) food-for-thought!

Variety Dinner for the Family!

Saturday: Set Masala Dosa, Rava Idli, Idli Vada

Sunday: Sev Puri, Jain Bhel Puri, Plain Dosa

Monday: Home-made Maggi Noodles

Tuesday: Gobi Manchuri, Veg Hakka Noodles, Idli Vada

Wednesday: Capsicum Puff, Khara Bun, Plain Bun, Dil Pasand, Sandwich, Chocolate Cake

PS: This reminded me of my old posts - this, this and this!