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Sunday, March 15, 2009
Monday, December 01, 2008
A silent tribute to the victims of the Mumbai War
The Mumbai tragedy is not just an isolated event. It is a shameful and shocking manifestation of a much larger systemic phenomenon. It’s like another of those many wake-up calls most of which has gone unheeded.
And from the noise one can hear even now in the discussions, debates, scapegoating, wailing, howling, yelling – it seems that this wake up call may also go unheard and unheeded.
While a section of the population, specially the Mumbai Kars, seemed to have awakened from their slumber of ‘life goes on’, I really don’t know where the rest of the country is. Specially the somnambulistic herd of so-called “leadership”. Waking them up is like waking up someone who dreams of being awake. It is next to impossible.
As a country, we seemed to have been displaying a patterned behavior of inaction and reaction. Inaction and reaction that comes from the collective fear-led conditioning of powerlessness and worthlessness.
The need of the hour however is activism. Activism born out of an innate ability to respond (responsibility) led by purpose and values and fuelled by The Power Within.
This requires silent reflection and exploration at much deeper levels of our being and not just looking at how we can behave differently.
This requires going beyond best practices and acquired competencies to explore and discover the innate life giving forces we all have innately in us.
And above all this requires an awakening and manifestation of our humanness, irrespective of class, creed, sex and color and upholding it in its fullest glory.
In each one of us, in whatever way we can.
And from the noise one can hear even now in the discussions, debates, scapegoating, wailing, howling, yelling – it seems that this wake up call may also go unheard and unheeded.
While a section of the population, specially the Mumbai Kars, seemed to have awakened from their slumber of ‘life goes on’, I really don’t know where the rest of the country is. Specially the somnambulistic herd of so-called “leadership”. Waking them up is like waking up someone who dreams of being awake. It is next to impossible.
As a country, we seemed to have been displaying a patterned behavior of inaction and reaction. Inaction and reaction that comes from the collective fear-led conditioning of powerlessness and worthlessness.
The need of the hour however is activism. Activism born out of an innate ability to respond (responsibility) led by purpose and values and fuelled by The Power Within.
This requires silent reflection and exploration at much deeper levels of our being and not just looking at how we can behave differently.
This requires going beyond best practices and acquired competencies to explore and discover the innate life giving forces we all have innately in us.
And above all this requires an awakening and manifestation of our humanness, irrespective of class, creed, sex and color and upholding it in its fullest glory.
In each one of us, in whatever way we can.
Thursday, January 03, 2008
Ushering in the New
New is promising. It's tender. It's raw.It's about possibilities and adventure.
It's about the old too.
The old that you can elope with to the new.
Let all of this and many more be yours.
Let love be.
Indraneel
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Dear God
Borne out of intense sometimes heart-rending but always positive experiences of mine.
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Good Lord
I sat on the beach and watched the waves crash against the shore. They were dark, angry and turbulent, reflecting exactly what I was feeling. “I am the sea”, I thought to myself. Every drop is a feeling and I’ve got as many drops as the sea, raging, burning and churning inside. The sardonic part of me, which won’t give up, said, “You’ll start looking like the sea if you don’t watch your weight”.
I felt him beside me before I saw him, this man in blue jeans and a white tee. I wasn’t in a mood for company, so I asked, rather rudely, “who are you and what do you want with me?”
“I’m God and I want nothing from you, I never have”.
I burst out laughing, my loud laugh, “ok atleast that’s original”.
He wasn’t laughing, but was just looking at me, his eyes calm, probing and deep, “people will never stop fascinating me, you pray to me, make idols of me and commit all kinds of atrocities in my name and keep asking to see me, but when you see me, you don’t believe it. What if all of you have met me, several times and just not recognized me?”
I didn’t know what to say to that, what could I say? Whatever else I imagined God to be, I didn’t imagine him to be wearing jeans and a tee, plonked on the sand beside me.
I sized him up, “Where the hell…oh oops, where is your halo and your white robes?”
“The dress code for Saturday is casual”, he said, smiling at me.
I raked my fingers through my unruly hair, “Listen”, I said wearily, “I’m hurting inside and I won’t make very good company”.
“I know”, he said quietly. “I know because I’m hurting with you, feeling everything you are. Do you want me to go?”
“Go…stay…whatever you want to do”.
“I’ll stay with you”.
We sat in silence, he in his world (quite literally) and me in the dark, murky vault of my mind.
“What shall I call you”, I asked after a while.
“Whatever you want. As I remember you have called me quite a few names. You lousy so-and-so, being one.” he chuckled.
“Have a beer with me”, I challenged.
“Sure, but you’ll have to stand me a beer”.
“What?? Can’t you make beer out of sand or something?”
“Ahh..parlor tricks to prove that I am indeed God. Your institutions keep saying that you have to be worthy of me but from where I’m standing I have to keep trying to be worthy of you, your trust, your acceptance. People blackmail or bribe me all the time. If I do this for them they will give me coconuts or light candles. Why do you suppose they think that I need coconuts or candles? Or worse they keep repeating the same verse over and over again. They must assume I’m deaf or very dim-witted”.
I turned that over in my mind, “So what’s your scene God?” I asked
“What do you think my scene is”?
“Stop that”, I snapped. “I counsel too you know. It’s hard enough for me to take you being God, I cannot handle a God who doubles as a shrink in his spare time”.
“I experience with you and through you. So it’s not ‘my will be done’, it’s ‘your will be done’, he said.
“Very generous of you”, I replied sarcastically, realizing at an intellectual level that I was transferring anger but I was so full of despair and fear and emptiness that I didn’t care. The tears spilt over from my eyes to run freely down my cheek. I looked at him and saw the same pain reflected in his eyes.
“Where were you”, I whispered.
“Tejo, did you want me to be there”? He asked me gently.
I didn’t. I hadn’t wanted him to be there.
“Believing in you is almost delusional” I spewed. “You’re an intangible, ephemeral concept. That’s what you are…a concept. You can be anything anyone wants you to be. Like an unstable theory. You seem…well…ineffective, so why would I have wanted you to be there.”
“What would you have had me do”?
“Make things right”.
“What would your role in life have been then?”
“Nothing except to live a charmed life”, said I, feeling a little foolish.
“I’ve heard you say – Oh God, so many times. I’ve heard you say it in pain, in ecstasy, in wonder, whenever other words failed you; all you could say was Oh God. I heard you then Tejo, I was you then, in your deepest, truest feeling, stripped of rationalization or externalization. What you saw and see as emptiness, is the capacity to hold more of life. I was, am and will always be your most intense experience.”
“Very wily. So then it stands to reason that I should consider myself lucky that I’ve had so many intense experiences and so I have been you, while in them”.
“How did you arrive at that conclusion?” he asked
“You’re doing it again”.
He laughed, almost as loudly as me. “You’re hard to resist”.
My mood had changed from angry to pensive. The fire that had burnt inside me had quietened down to easy licks of subduing flames. I clinked my bottle against his and said, “cheers to experiences and intensity then”, I said.
“You’re rebelling against all the reverence that you were taught to show me. Go ahead. It’s a refreshing change. Most reserve stoic, solemn silence for me. They just assume I can’t hear the cursing and their very loud voices and thoughts the rest of the time. Is there any way I can get rid of this reputation of being a grim, judgmental, authority-figure with absolutely no sense of humour?”
I smiled, “well if you want it changed it will be changed won’t it? I thought you could do pretty much as you please”.
“You’ve always known haven’t you? I am not the answer, you are. One thing I do know Tejo. I don’t make anything that is not beautiful.
“Yeah? What were you thinking when you made the commodore dragon?”
He laughed gently. “You’ve got to see it through my eyes”.
“I don’t feel beautiful at all right now”, I said in a small voice.
“That’s because you’re not seeing yourself the way you should be: the way you were meant to be. In fact, you are not seeing yourself at all. You are looking in all the wrong places. When you find yourself, you will know what I mean.”
“I want to remember that God”, I said.
“There will be times when you will forget and you’ll remember again. I hope you remember more often than you forget. Now here comes your friend, so let me say bye”.
“It’s been a pleasure God”.
“The pleasure has been entirely mine”, said God.
Quite a gentleman that!!
“Wait, can we do it again”, I asked.
“Whenever you…er… conceptualize,” he said with a wry grin.
“Touché”, I yelled at his retreating back.
He just waved goodbye in response.
“There you are”, breathed Corina. “Wow, who’s that”, she asked, gazing admiringly at the figure fading into the horizon.
“God”, I replied.
“Yeah”, she drooled, I know what you mean.
-xxx_
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Good Lord
I sat on the beach and watched the waves crash against the shore. They were dark, angry and turbulent, reflecting exactly what I was feeling. “I am the sea”, I thought to myself. Every drop is a feeling and I’ve got as many drops as the sea, raging, burning and churning inside. The sardonic part of me, which won’t give up, said, “You’ll start looking like the sea if you don’t watch your weight”.
I felt him beside me before I saw him, this man in blue jeans and a white tee. I wasn’t in a mood for company, so I asked, rather rudely, “who are you and what do you want with me?”
“I’m God and I want nothing from you, I never have”.
I burst out laughing, my loud laugh, “ok atleast that’s original”.
He wasn’t laughing, but was just looking at me, his eyes calm, probing and deep, “people will never stop fascinating me, you pray to me, make idols of me and commit all kinds of atrocities in my name and keep asking to see me, but when you see me, you don’t believe it. What if all of you have met me, several times and just not recognized me?”
I didn’t know what to say to that, what could I say? Whatever else I imagined God to be, I didn’t imagine him to be wearing jeans and a tee, plonked on the sand beside me.
I sized him up, “Where the hell…oh oops, where is your halo and your white robes?”
“The dress code for Saturday is casual”, he said, smiling at me.
I raked my fingers through my unruly hair, “Listen”, I said wearily, “I’m hurting inside and I won’t make very good company”.
“I know”, he said quietly. “I know because I’m hurting with you, feeling everything you are. Do you want me to go?”
“Go…stay…whatever you want to do”.
“I’ll stay with you”.
We sat in silence, he in his world (quite literally) and me in the dark, murky vault of my mind.
“What shall I call you”, I asked after a while.
“Whatever you want. As I remember you have called me quite a few names. You lousy so-and-so, being one.” he chuckled.
“Have a beer with me”, I challenged.
“Sure, but you’ll have to stand me a beer”.
“What?? Can’t you make beer out of sand or something?”
“Ahh..parlor tricks to prove that I am indeed God. Your institutions keep saying that you have to be worthy of me but from where I’m standing I have to keep trying to be worthy of you, your trust, your acceptance. People blackmail or bribe me all the time. If I do this for them they will give me coconuts or light candles. Why do you suppose they think that I need coconuts or candles? Or worse they keep repeating the same verse over and over again. They must assume I’m deaf or very dim-witted”.
I turned that over in my mind, “So what’s your scene God?” I asked
“What do you think my scene is”?
“Stop that”, I snapped. “I counsel too you know. It’s hard enough for me to take you being God, I cannot handle a God who doubles as a shrink in his spare time”.
“I experience with you and through you. So it’s not ‘my will be done’, it’s ‘your will be done’, he said.
“Very generous of you”, I replied sarcastically, realizing at an intellectual level that I was transferring anger but I was so full of despair and fear and emptiness that I didn’t care. The tears spilt over from my eyes to run freely down my cheek. I looked at him and saw the same pain reflected in his eyes.
“Where were you”, I whispered.
“Tejo, did you want me to be there”? He asked me gently.
I didn’t. I hadn’t wanted him to be there.
“Believing in you is almost delusional” I spewed. “You’re an intangible, ephemeral concept. That’s what you are…a concept. You can be anything anyone wants you to be. Like an unstable theory. You seem…well…ineffective, so why would I have wanted you to be there.”
“What would you have had me do”?
“Make things right”.
“What would your role in life have been then?”
“Nothing except to live a charmed life”, said I, feeling a little foolish.
“I’ve heard you say – Oh God, so many times. I’ve heard you say it in pain, in ecstasy, in wonder, whenever other words failed you; all you could say was Oh God. I heard you then Tejo, I was you then, in your deepest, truest feeling, stripped of rationalization or externalization. What you saw and see as emptiness, is the capacity to hold more of life. I was, am and will always be your most intense experience.”
“Very wily. So then it stands to reason that I should consider myself lucky that I’ve had so many intense experiences and so I have been you, while in them”.
“How did you arrive at that conclusion?” he asked
“You’re doing it again”.
He laughed, almost as loudly as me. “You’re hard to resist”.
My mood had changed from angry to pensive. The fire that had burnt inside me had quietened down to easy licks of subduing flames. I clinked my bottle against his and said, “cheers to experiences and intensity then”, I said.
“You’re rebelling against all the reverence that you were taught to show me. Go ahead. It’s a refreshing change. Most reserve stoic, solemn silence for me. They just assume I can’t hear the cursing and their very loud voices and thoughts the rest of the time. Is there any way I can get rid of this reputation of being a grim, judgmental, authority-figure with absolutely no sense of humour?”
I smiled, “well if you want it changed it will be changed won’t it? I thought you could do pretty much as you please”.
“You’ve always known haven’t you? I am not the answer, you are. One thing I do know Tejo. I don’t make anything that is not beautiful.
“Yeah? What were you thinking when you made the commodore dragon?”
He laughed gently. “You’ve got to see it through my eyes”.
“I don’t feel beautiful at all right now”, I said in a small voice.
“That’s because you’re not seeing yourself the way you should be: the way you were meant to be. In fact, you are not seeing yourself at all. You are looking in all the wrong places. When you find yourself, you will know what I mean.”
“I want to remember that God”, I said.
“There will be times when you will forget and you’ll remember again. I hope you remember more often than you forget. Now here comes your friend, so let me say bye”.
“It’s been a pleasure God”.
“The pleasure has been entirely mine”, said God.
Quite a gentleman that!!
“Wait, can we do it again”, I asked.
“Whenever you…er… conceptualize,” he said with a wry grin.
“Touché”, I yelled at his retreating back.
He just waved goodbye in response.
“There you are”, breathed Corina. “Wow, who’s that”, she asked, gazing admiringly at the figure fading into the horizon.
“God”, I replied.
“Yeah”, she drooled, I know what you mean.
-xxx_
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
There is no Nirvana
I am back on the blog after an eight month long 'hibernation'.
So'Ham has been happening, neverthless. It has nothing to do with our sleeping or awakening. It is the process, the Tao of things.
I have been and still am hearing a lot of words - idealism, self-actualization, nirvana etc. etc.
To my un-read un-bred self these words do not have any meaning. Neither, therefore, are any questions simmering in me.
The mind ask questions and has no answers. Love has no question and is the answer.
I see a lot of resistance. Within ones own self. Between fragmented conceptual personas of ours.
The clarion call is however to bring these pieces together and experience the bliss of being whole. Being complete. Right here. Right now.
By dropping our obsession to 'do' something about it. After all, what can we 'do' to bring together what is already together. Our random thoughts and the habitual need to act upon something has created these illusory concepts about ourselves and the enviornment in which we exist.
There is no 'stage'. There is no where to go. It's all here. Waiting to be experienced. If and only if we choose to surrender to our wholeness, our completeness.
“Life is an eternal pilgrimage. There is no goal to it. it is a pure journey. Hence the joy of it. Life knows nothing of full stops. Life is a continuum, a song that never ends, a story that goes on unfolding. Each moment something new is ready to happen if you are available .....”Osho
May I once again remind that this space is for sharing our experiences. And the discoveries we make, the insights we gather. Let's try and avoid intellectualizing. It takes us no where.
Love.
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