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Life Math!

23 Mar

Math is fun only for a select few, historically. Even for the great BhArathi, the MahAkavi, it was “கணக்கு, பிணக்கு, ஆமணக்கு,” something that was not just a struggle but even bitter. So, it isn’t that hard to imagine how Math is for lesser mortals. If it’s that complex a subject in the academic syllabus, then how complicated it should be in Life? Is it any wonder the species that never tires of boasting about it’s extra 6th sense, keeps on failing to score even the bare minimum pass score in “Life Math!”

1+1 is never equal to 1.
That’s why lovers who marry, even after several years of being in love, are shocked to find they are still 2 distinct individuals and can’t merge into 1 being, as they’ve imagined. Nor can business or any kind of partners. When neither is willing to let go of one’s distinct sense of identity, the individual will remain as 1 and 1+1 will always be 2.

1/2 + 1/2 = 1

Lord ShivA, aka the One (he’s Mahadeva, i.e. God of Gods, after all) knew this (obviously) and was prudent to merge his spouse (kind of hard to say who is the better half among the PurushA & Prakriti) into himself and become ArdhanhAreeswarA (part ShivA & part Shakthi), when it comes to walking the talk, i.e. offering an experiential learning opportunity on how the Life Math is done (he happens to be DakshiNAmUrthy, the Adi Guru, as well), but the Homo Sapiens aren’t capable learners, apparently.

But even if we take a few lifetimes to elevate ourselves to contemplate & comprehend the Adiyogi’s teachings, t

here are a couple of ways the life math can be made to work

, in this lifetime itself.

1×1 = 1.

But for this math to work in life, both the 1s have to collaborate & work together to create the force multiplier effect. Unfortunately, the individual 1s mostly stop with the force and keep multiplying it.

This works well, at least for a while, in business partnerships, since partners usually bring different skill sets and capabilities to the table. Remember the 2 Steves who created the fruit company (ahem, that would be Apple).

1/1 is also =1.

But for this equation to happen in life, either of the two 1s should be willing to go down, i.e. let go of their individual identity or ego. Every husband & wife knows – by experience, obviously – that’s just a fantasy or fantastic dream.

This is how a Guru-sishyA relationship works though. Neither does a real Guru (Realised Master) show of his Allness, ever, disseminating all that s/he knows to any sincere seeker, nor does the disciple mind getting chiselled pertinently, until s/he loses any sense of individual identity left.

1+0 is always equal to one.
The 1 is the individual, with many an identity, including but not limited to, name, education, status, title, religion, region, etc. S/he imagines being unique & distinct. That’s the mind trap, but it’s a very attractive & deceptive trap, in which the individual is willing to remain, for lifetimes.

Tonnes of Karma keeps piling up and the repetitive birth-death cycle goes on and on…

The 0 is the divine that’s within the individual, not a digit without any value, but one that’s absolute. That’s exactly why the 0 added after any numeral increases its value manifold.

That 0 waits patiently for the 1 to first realise it & then merge with it or dissolve into it. When that happens, when the realisation dawns upon the individual self, when the creation realises the magnificent presence of the creator glowing silently within the creation, every single being in existence – not just the individual, then the 1 becomes the 0. That’s also when, 1 and 0, which were 2 before, transform into 1, i.e. The One!

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AUM PUrNam-adah PUrNam-idam PUrNAt-PUrNam-udachyate
PUrNasya PUrNam-AdhAya PUrNam-Eva-avashissyate
AUM ShAntih ShAntih ShAntih

PUrNam-idam PUrNAt-PUrNam-udachyate
PUrNasya PUrNam-AdhAya PUrNam-Eva-avashissyate
AUM ShAntih ShAntih ShAntih

PUrNasya PUrNam-AdhAya PUrNam-Eva-avashissyate
AUM ShAntih ShAntih ShAntih

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AUM That (divine / creator / real Self) is complete / whole; This (individual / creation / non-real self) self is complete / whole; Everything (in existence) manifests from that which is complete / whole (all of creation are manifest forms of the unmanifest divine or NhirguNa Parabrahmam).
(even) When (this – individual) whole is taken from (that – divine) whole, that which remains is (still) whole (omnipresent divine that is infinite & all pervading in nature).
AUM peace.. peace.. peace..

Be Joyful 😌& Spread the Cheer 🌻

~Swamy | @PrakashSwamy

The Holy Slap!

22 Sep

All of us – at least in Swamy’s generation or earlier – have got a tight slap, one time or another. Grandparents, parents, uncles, aunts, teachers (craft & language, especially), siblings, cousins, friends, babies… All have been generous in offering one slap another, for some reasons. Except for the last one, I.e., babies, we usually take affront to the others, but generally don’t / won’t express the anguish, simply because that may lead to more slaps. And in a few cases, even more severe beating! Of course, we too have given our quota of slaps to someone, who didn’t bother to show the other cheek!

Once we grow up, get entangled in family web, enjoy our own baby’s slap, who grows up to take over the slapgate series (running for generations, beating any unbearable TV soap) and by destiny (there are no coincidences in the grand game of Life), start pondering… 

Who am I? 

When we get there (self-enquiry – the starting point of spiritual journey), none of the slappers of yore are of any help, however hard they can slap. At best, they can quote stories from purAnNAs or ithihAsAs or share a few hearsay experiences of some Guru’s disciple, who is a fourth degree relation (haven’t you heard of the 6-degrees of separation!).

All said and done, once that question sprouts within (or some other sibling question like “What’s the purpose of Life,” “Why is Life so unfair to me (alone),” “Is there a way to get out of all this nonsense,”), there’s only one being who can offer some guidance / advise / way out (which is actually in, but that takes much longer to know, if at all). That being is known in this magnificent culture, from time immemorial, as the… 


Guru – a near-mythical, all knowing (& seeing), miracle maker – who with boundless compassion decides to guide even hilarious beings like us. 


And when a Guru happens (nope, we can’t go searching for one – just doesn’t work that way), that’s when the fun starts (or all hell breaks loose – depending on our half-cup perspective)!

GuRu means one who eradicates darkness

A kind of extraordinary bright LED light (Go Green pal) for the mind, which is immersed in the darkness of ignorance (making us believe we are who we are, which, in reality, we aren’t). Unfortunately, since we’re immersed in it for so long, we seem to be averse of light, i.e., GnAnA. But, 

Guru is the light & so S/He is naturally going to focus that light on you to eradicate the immersive darkness (mAyA). 

S/He offers you practices to do daily (sAdhanA), procedures to follow (yamA & niyamA), mantrAs to chant (JapA), etc. And S/He doesn’t bother to be nice and gentle (those are necessary only for your survival nAtak living, not his/her Life the way it is). 

Every stupid query of ours or silly action – there are obviously way too many, even for advanced seekers – gets a tight slap like response. 

It’s so hard (on the bloated ego) that it feels like reliving the whole pointless school years all over again, making one shudder in dread (inadvertently recalling that merciless craft teacher’s polished cane)!

So the intellect senses a conflict (that’s the only thing it’s good at – duality.. This & that.. me vs the world..) and tries to steer one away from the hard work (enlightenment isn’t easy, unless you happen to be Ramana Maharishi, who, till date, seems to be the only exception to the daily grind rule, because he probably took birth as an empty vessel, ready to receive the Lord’s Grace, unlike us silly humans) back to one’s comfort zone(s). It’s very tempting to go back (mAyA’s bewitching leelA at play) but for some strange reason we just can’t get away from him (or her – it really doesn’t matter). It’s like a stronger than cosmic fevibond between Sun and Earth. 

Eventually we give it up and surrender (at the lotus feet of the Master). It’s quite possible that we screamed out aloud. Even cry. We shut up (become silent) and focus on a how to get out (of our ridiculous daily survival). That’s when the cleansing starts. Slowly, but surely, scraping away the kArmic junk pile we’ve built into a Trump Tower (pun very intended) over many a lifetime – with a fresh quote of reality-proof paint in this one! 

With the Master’s Grace, we may some day (hopefully, within this lifetime, if we’re so blessed) realise, 

The only way out (of this miserable way of living – again & again & again) is in (to realise the Self within). 

That’s when we start longing for more slaps, from the Guru, which we now comprehend (without any help from our intellect, at last, thankfully) are actually AshirwAd (blessings) in disguise. Ah well, at long last, it’s time to SUGO (Shut Up & Get Out), with one last tight slap, from the most benevolent Master… The Holy Slap!

May Grace be with you to SUGO in this lifetime itself! Shambho.🙌😌🙏

Be joyful 😊& spread the cheer 🌻

~Swamy

@PrakashSwamy

The truth about Truth!

25 Sep

The hardest thing about Truth is, 80% – at least – humans will be confused, shocked, disappointed or disillusioned when they experience it.

OMG-KirabWhen you didn’t get that bike with gears for your birthday, it wasn’t because your dad didn’t love you, but he couldn’t afford it, at that time. He still got you a cycle though.

 

When you didn’t score the highest mark in your favourite subject, it wasn’t because the teacher didn’t teach well, but you didn’t reproduce exactly what was taught. The  evaluator doesn’t know or care about your linguistic prowess & has to correct hundreds of answer sheets with similar answers.

OMG-MonkeybWhen you didn’t ace your first job interview, it wasn’t because the interviewer was satan’s incarnation, but you were too cocky about your theoretical knowledge. She could easily pick a better one, who was humbler too.

 

When your couldn’t buy the motorcycle or car of your dreams with your annual bonus, it wasn’t because the vehicle was overpriced, but you had other expenses or debt to be paid off. Your friend bought it without breaking the bank because he had the sense to invest a % of his pay, every month.

 

OMG-A-BranchbWhen you couldn’t marry the love of your Life, it wasn’t because he ditched you for a fairer, richer girl, but you expected him to relocate. He was willing to do that after an year though, since his current project was his ticket to a raise or promotion or both.

When your kid couldn’t get a seat in the marquee school that charges a hefty fee, it wasn’t because the school was communal, but you lived farther & they didn’t have transport. He loved going to the neighbourhood school anyway as he could spend more time having fun with grandparents than sitting in a van full of tired kids.

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When you couldn’t buy that villa you desired, it wasn’t because you couldn’t afford, but because that would’ve hit your plan to get your kid coached professionally in the sport he loved. Your choice to buy an apartment in the neighbourhood where you live paid off big time anyway as the real estate price soared.

When your parents refused to leave your home town to live with you in the big bad city, it wasn’t because they abhorred your family, but because they were comfortable with the idyllic slow-paced Life of the small town where everyone knows everyone else & care to stop by & enquire about wellbeing – including yours. You used to love that place & parents too, while you were growing up!

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Experience of Truth is cathartic. It’s hard to accept, because most of your living is a facade, which, unfortunately, you’ve started liking & enjoying.

Truth even hurts most times because you can’t do anything about it. So, you inevitably end up doing all kinds of drama, pointing fingers at others & blaming them for what’s essentially your doing. In short, you’re stuck in your own maze.

There are three choices when it comes to Truth.

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First is “It’s not my fault!“, i.e. denial & running away.
That’s what you do most of your Life. And you know it sucks.
Second is “So what!”, i.e. defiance & resisting change.
That’s what your ego does to you many times. And you know that hurts.
Third is “Now what!”, i.e. acceptance & taking action.
That’s the way to comprehend the truth about Truth!

Be joyful 😌 & spread the cheer 👌
@PrakashSwamy

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Along Came A Spider!

23 Dec

SONY DSCOn the occasion of yet another unique date this year, i.e., 11-12-13, instead of the usual SwamyWay of writing a post about or around that (here are his posts published on 11-11-11 and 12-12-12), Swamy decided to delight his loyal readers by offering them the opportunity to choose what he would write this week. Three options were provided in both Facebook and Google+, along with a hint as to how each of those posts might be.

The response was quite overwhelming (keep in mind Swamy is a compulsive optimist 😉 and indicated how busy blog readers are these days, especially during weekends! One can reflect on the poojyameva jayathey response in three different ways – normal human, sub-normal human & abnormal human.

Spider10First one is philosophical. Normal humans hate making choices, with the apathy getting amplified if that choice has to be made for others. And if at all they are left with no choice but to make a choice, they invariably resent whatever choice made. Choice is temporary but suffering is permanent seems to be their philosophical conclusion. With a little over 80% of our race in this category (how else do we fit in the ubiquitous 80-20 model, which is supposed to be applicable to all and sundry), is it any surprise that books on philosophy and self-improvement – especially “how to” and “for dummies” type – are not just published regularly but also outsell every other kind in publication (most are immediately left to make friends with dust bunnies at massive bookshelves hidden in the corners of bedrooms, but Swamy politely brushed aside that as topic for a future blog post, considering his bookshelves also have thousands of them stacked up to the ceiling and his own first book will get added to that list – in 2014)!

Matrix2Second one is existential. Sub-normal humans don’t give a damn about most things in Life anyway and making choices probably figure below the bottom of their list. They are the Lone Wolf Mcquade type that mostly keep to themselves in any place, avoid eye contact with others (or stare so intensely that you’ll end up avoiding eye contact with them) and appear always to be in a contemplative mood (you may try ruffling a coiled snake at your own peril). How does it matter if I make a choice or not?”,“What difference is it going to make to me or you?”,“Who cares about anyone or anything anyway?” and such are part of their human existential examination. It shouldn’t be a shock to you if close to 20% of the world population belongs to this category, because if you’re not here, then you’ve to be part of the 80%. Just in case you’re aware that you neither belong here nor there (fret not for there is a possibility that you’re not just another Trishanku but may be someone blessed with that rare skill of seeing the Third Side of a Coin), please move on to the next paragraph.

Spider7Third one is spiritual. Abnormal humans absolutely love to make bold and radical choices in Life (like choosing a professional sports career for their only child and doggedly pursuing it for decades – there will naturally be a book on this enchanting penance by Swamily, when the time comes – or walking away from a role that brought name and fame not once, but once more), time and again, irrespective of whether it is for themselves or others and completely irreverent about the consequences of their choices. Life finds a way… I’m neither a doer, nor the done, but just a mere tool used by the magnificent mechanism of Life… This too shall pass…” seem to be their spiritual submission. You’re free to conclude which category you belong to, simply because you’ll anyway be upset if someone categorizes you as one of the three.

Anyway, now that we conclusively know how absolutely open you are to reading (Swamy’s a believer) or ignoring (most likely the stark reality) any of the three choices, Swamy chose the one that sounded like a quintessential Swamystery title for this week’s post. And like many Swamy posts from the past (hmm… that has a nice ring to it, a la, blast from the past!), this one too was triggered by a real life incident.

Spider4One fine day two weeks ago (all the days are always fine, it’s only we who make them good, bad or ugly), when Swamy was on his way back home after completing few errands, a tiny being decided to hop a ride on his significant half’s scooter (the best mode of transport in an Indian city, especially when one plans to buy stuff at multiple outlets, all located in a crowded marketplace). Not that Swamy’s royal steed, the Classic 500, isn’t enthusiastic about such rides (with a long overdue service done recently and the addition of an upgraded exhaust, the red bull is now raring to go – care to hop along?) but the fact remains Scooters have room to spare – both within and out – for carrying stuff, while their more macho brethren, the motorcycles, which are known as bikes in India, not to be confused with bicycles that are known as bikes elsewhere, which in turn are just called cycles here! Of course there are Scooters and there are scooters (here’s a hilarious read about that other kind)!

Spider6As soon as he started revving up the scooter, he noticed it on top of the instrument cluster on the handlebar. Despite the wind and movement, it didn’t budge and sat (stood?) still. Swamy was in a dilemma within about 300 meters of the start of that ride (which probably was the equivalent of 30 kilometers for that being, considering its size), with a stream of questions flowing briskly in his mind like the wind that caressed his salt ‘n pepper beard (his hair too is of similar shade, but was hidden within the helmet, which he has always worn from the time he started riding – well, certainly not the same helmet though). Just like the way he shares anything that he gets to know, here’s the opportunity for you too to swim in that swirling stream!

The Where ? – Is location really important?

Spider18Where did that being came from? Does it really belong to that place or has it hopped numerous other rides to get there? Where does that being think it was going, hopping this ride? Or does it really bother to think about such trivial things as staying or moving?

The Who ? – Who really decides where one belongs to??

Who made the choice for that being to hop on this scooter – the creature, the rider, the scooter or someone else? Is that the same as who makes the choices for whatever happens in every moment of our lives?

The How ? – How does that someone become the Who that decides the Where???

Spider12How did that creature decide on who would give it a ride on that particular day to wherever it wanted to go? Or is it beyond such pointless pondering to happily hop on and go wherever any ride takes one to?

The Why ? – Why does that How occur to that particular Who that decided the Where????

Why did that creature hop on that scooter exactly at that time? Why does any being stays or moves? What does stay offer – stability? And what does move offer – change? Is one better than the other? Are both important or just irrelevant?

The When ? – When exactly does that Why sprout leading to the How, Who and Where?????

Spider20When exactly does a move happen? Is there a destined time for anything to happen in anyone’s Life? Is ‘this moment inevitable?’ If so, isn’t every single moment of our lives inevitable? Then what about those who don’t move or change at all?

The Which ? – Which is tipping point when that When really happens, resulting in the Why, How, Who and Where??????

Which is important or critical – the journey or the destination? Does any being have a choice to choose its destination (that creature would’ve ended up somewhere on the road or at the parking lot of Swamy’s home at the end of that journey, but it didn’t) or is the only choice in Life available to any being is just to be a part of the Journey?

The What ? – What is the reason for us pondering forever the Which, When, Why, How, Who and Where for whatever that happens in Life???????

Spider17What happened to that creature, other than what exactly happened at that point in time? What else could have possibly happened, had it not hopped on Swamy’s scooter? What’s the point in asking all these W ?s

Spider11Looking at it from the other side of the mirror (if that thought hasn’t ever occurred to you till now, do watch Mirrors or The Sorcerer’s Apprentice to know), is there really a point in pondering about things, especially after they occur (which is very typical of humans, who even have invented tools to do such pondering such as 5-Why)? If you are fully aware of things, events or actions, as and when they happen, then you belong to an elite category called realized Masters, who just know the answers for all the questions – even those that haven’t been asked yet – in which case you obviously have no need to read or ponder about this, or anything else for that matter, as you just know, and be! Since that’s as rare as us sighting a Unicorn (or UFO, if you happen to be a nerd – probably a proud one too) near your home on broad daylight, just keep reading.

Spider1Now, where were we? Heck, does it even matter! The way this blog post has written itself (Swamy has told it many times in the past – including in this post about his posts – that once he sits down to write a blog post, it pretty much writes itself), Swamy does not think this one’s for the faint hearted anyway. At the cost of sounding haughty, this one’s more bang in the middle of the endless beginning of JK territory than Swamystery, which is a pleasant surprise for himself, for that’s a path he hasn’t treaded consciously till now!

Spider19So, go on and ponder about the probable (it’s tempting to say possible, but who knows what is, until it really becomes possible) answers for each of those questions. If nothing else, at least your brain cells will get that much needed exercise to reignite the electricity that could lead to some marvelous ideas in 2014. Isn’t that worth dreaming about and pursuing (it would sound magnificent, if you try saying that like Morpheus), considering that for most of 2013 would have just been another year such as 2012 or many more that preceded it? Even when FINE isn’t fine, it’s perfectly fine if you lose a few strands of hair (or whatever is left of what used to be there) while on that quest, for what you may discover within might well be worth it!

Spider16Ahem, that’s not exactly Swamy planned to pen, err… type, when that tiny 8-legged creature nonchalantly hopped a ride on his scooter on that beautiful day. But is it any wonder, fortunately for him and unfortunately for you dear reader, that’s exactly what has transpired, as intricate and complex as a spider web, when Along Came a Spider!

P.S.: Swamy let that spider out somewhere around that 300m mark from where it hopped on for a ride, near a tree, well away from the traffic. It’s a small world and time is relative, so one can never be sure enough to say, never the twain shall meet, again!

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