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Sunday, May 10, 2026

A Tale of Sattva (Rajas is on Sabbatical) and Tamas

 

A Tale of Sattva (while Rajas is on Sabbatical) and Tamas




In the beginning of the Kalpa  Brahma  created  the Universe and populated  mother Earth with leafy greens, gourds, tubers ,vegetables  and lentils, intended as Sattvik food—pure, fresh, and designed to keep Man and Woman meditating clearly and living long. And Brahma said, "It is good." Then, from the shadows emerged  demon Kali  the personification of the Kaliyuga ,the final degenerative age as described in Kalki Purana .A malicious Asura variant he is considered the source of moral decay, causing conflict.

Looking at the fresh produce that Brahma had provided Kali , whispered, " Does’nt  look like it has any joy in it ! “  &  immediately invented  Ice Cream,Crispy Dosas , and  samosas dripping  oil. "Do you want chocolate Fudge and spicy chutney with that ?”  he asked And Man said, “Yes  Yes  Yes!!!” and Woman pleaded, make it a double combo. Please And they gained 10 Kilos in a jiffy and became  lethargic. Kali  smiled.Brahma, looking concerned, created fresh probiotic Curd so Woman might keep the figure that Man found so fair .  Kali plied them with refined white flour & cane sugar , and hydrogenated oils for baking  , and Woman went from  size 36:24: 36  to 38:38:44 . Brahma urged people to try his  fresh green salad with cold-pressed olive oil..And Kali  presented  Rich Cream  salad Dressing, buttery bread crunchies , and deep-fried garlic toast on the side. Man and Woman unfastened their saris and dhotis, panting after the meal. Brahma pleaded “I have sent you steamed, fresh healthy vegetables.” Kali sneered &   served up  deep-fried Jalebi, Bajji & pakodas.  Man  gained more weight and his cholesterol shot  through the roof. An exasperated Brahma,  trying one last time, created a light, fluffy, steamed rice cake & named it “Idli. Kali  immediately conjured up a sinfully delicious dense chocolate fudge & named it  “Devil’s Pride” .Brahma gifted yoga mats and running shoes so his children might lose those extra Kilos.Not to be out done  Kali bestowed upon  them remote control & a subscription to 500 streaming channels so Man would not have to get up from the couch.& walk across the room. Man and woman laughed and cried before the Screen, consuming chips,Pizza & cake and gained more Kilos.Brahma introduced the humble potato, naturally low in fat but  Kali  peeled off the healthful skin, sliced the starchy center into chips, and deep-fried them. Brahma then gave lean lentils and rice (dal-chawal ) so Man might consume fewer calories.And Kali  instituted  Dominos & McDonalds and the Rs. 99/-.  double cheeseburger. & asked  “You want fries with that?” And Man replied, “ Yes  !!! And super-size them.please . Kali smiling devilishly said, “great.” Man went into  M I (myocardial Infarction).



Tired of the cosmic discord, Lord Shiva (the destroyer) decided  to open his third eye,  perform his Rudra Tandava & destroy the world .Elsewhere in Devaloka  a perturbed  Lord MahaVishnu too was preparing  to assume  his final form, the Kalki Avataram, to annihilate the wicked  Kali  426,873 years ahead of his time.and usher in a new Satya Yuga.

But Brahma sighed and as a last -ditch effort to save mankind invented triple Heart Bypass Surgery.

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बन्धुरात्मात्मनास्तस्य येनात्मैवात्मना जिताहात्मनस्तु शत्रुत्वे वर्तेतात्मैव शत्रुवत्

 

(bandhurātmātmanastasya yenātmaivātmanā jitaḥanātmanastu          

   śatrutve vartetātmaiva śatruvat)

 

Meaning: "For one who has conquered the mind, the mind is the best of friends, but for one who has failed to do so, the mind works like an enemy."

 

Saturday, May 2, 2026

Camera eats first

 

Camera eats first

This morning, a very personal tempting photo popped up on my social media feed. It was a high-quality, close-up picture of someone’s breakfast—specifically, three thick, fluffy “Set_Dosas” & a glass of  Cucumber Smoothie—posted by a Person on Facebook.

                                         


 


The picture was already drawing lots of attention. Fans were leaving eager comments about how hungry they were, discussing what  Chutney or Sambhar  would be best , and generally gushing over the food.


 

The comments section was already clogged with Gastronomes’ frenzy of "Yum !" Yummy ! Wow !, scrumptious , mouth-watering  and "Recipe please!" from people who don’t think beyond cereal & coffee for breakfast. " Is that  smoothie Organic ?" asked one obsessed follower, clearly ignoring the fact that he himself  lives on a 5th floor tenement in  a concrete desert " I need this in my life right now ! "   (“Ippove” ?) pined another, likely nibbling at  a tepid veg sandwich. 

The best part ? The glass in the picture is full and yet to be drunk from. It was  just placed next to  a succulent, and 200 odds pictures  shot , and then probably the Digital Addict  went back to bed.

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Everyone wins in this absurd charade. The prodigal feasts on the Applause & rush of validation from strangers, and the mob  who for some reason have assumed that the posts must only be by a Lady, feels " healthy " by association. 


This person is popular because SHE constantly posts pictures of random things in her life—like her food, her furniture, Potted plants and if nothing else Crows outside her window. She rarely shows her face, but the followers are patient, They praise her daily photos without fail, hoping to catch a rare glimpse of her.

And I  follow the posts only to see if this FOMO ever tries to eat a raw cactus for engagement. and  because it's better entertainment than  the “ breakings” “Nation wants to Know ” , “ the 9.00 pm Phenomenon”  and   IPL .

 



Saturday, April 25, 2026

some see Rubble , some see a thousand wishes

 

So          some see Rubble  ,

             some see a thousand wishes

On the gruelling hike to catch a glimpse of the imposing snow peaks of the Gangotri Range in Uttarakhand—where massive, ice-age glaciers stretch for miles—we had to survive a a brutal relentless scramble across rugged, rock-strewn terrain, making it a severe test of stamina."

We reached  the base of a minor mountain peak. Before us lay a sprawling, breathtaking wilderness of Moraine slopes formed by the accumulation of rock fragments, gravel, sand, and clay deposited by receding glaciers. Further ahead were acres upon acres of sparkling  white and deep blue, sculpted into towering, imposing  peaks ,the  stunning triple peaked Bhagirathi Massif , mount Shivling & Mount Meru  These peaks  create a dramatic landscape around Gaumukh, the source of  river Bhagirathi (Ganga) .

                                                                               Mount Shivling

                                                                          Bhagarathi Masiff 

                                                    Mount Meru peeping from behind the Rocks

It was a humbling sight, realizing this vast reservoir of solid ice has endured, layer upon layer, since the Ice Age, holding the quiet secrets of an ancient, spiritual world.

On the hike back, exhausted yet exhilarated, we paused beside a small, fast-flowing melt water stream rushing to join the main Bhagirathi River.flowing out of Gaumukh We filled our  bottles with water that was crystal  clear & cold enough to freeze our breath —pure, primal water straight from the holy  mountain peaks. 


                                                                Straight from Heaven

                                      A dream attained, guided by grace a quiet resonance with the Divine.

As we took a drink, feeling its icy, refreshing sting, a co-trekker exclaimed, “Aren’t we blessed ? This is truly ancient water we’re drinking! Another, staring at the distant peaks, quietly whispered , “ Yes, but All water is ancient. & all of it merely waiting to break free isn’t it” ?

 A thought which compels  us  to recognize our  own insignificance.considering the fact  that the water we drink is simply a carefree wanderer , continuously moving through the atmosphere and the earth: From being ice, destined to become a stream, then a river, and finally part of the ocean, before evaporating,to fall again somewhere as rain. Surely, something to think about. a fascinating  topic for introspection


                                                                         View from trek route



                                                                        View from trek route

   

                                                           Ganga Devi Temple, Gangotri

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We arrived at the forest office at Gangotri brimming  with anticipation,  permit in hand, ready to trek to Gaumukh—the sacred snout where the Bhagirathi descends from the Gangotri glacier, traditionally believed to flow from the locks of Lord Shiva near Mount Meru. However, fate had other plans. The route was closed for two days to facilitate a scientific survey by a large team of  researchers .

With our return tickets already booked, the dream of Gaumukh evaporated. Yet, the mountains rarely leave you disappointed. On the advice of a kind forest official, we pivoted to a less-travelled, alternate path. Which promised breathtaking views of the sacred mountains of Gangotri Glacier .That detour turned out to be a blessing—a deeply rewarding journey that reminded us that sometimes, the best experiences are the ones you never planned for.



                                      Ambition fulfilled: The heart's highest expression, anchored in the Holy.

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पवनः पवतामस्मि रामः शस्त्रभृतामहम् |

झषाणां मकरश्चास्मि स्रोतसामस्मि जाह्नवी || 

pavanaḥ pavatām asmi rāmaḥ śastra-bhṛtām aham

jhaṣāṇāṁ makaraś cāsmi srotasām asmi jāhnavī

 

Translation:

"Of purifiers I am the wind, of the wielders of weapons I am Rama, of fishes I am the shark, and of flowing rivers I am the  Jahnavi.( Gange ) "

 




Thursday, April 16, 2026

The Laughter league

 

The Laughter league

               …………  full of Life


Arrived at Hotel Panchavati to meet and discuss sale of  property with prospective investor . The restaurant was unusually crowded. Found a table for 4 at one corner. The adjacent table was occupied by a gaggle of boisterous, excited  giggling teen age  girls . As I waited  for client’s arrival , I couldn't help but catch their conversation ,it was loud enough !

It was apparent that they were preparing for some  event.



 Girl 1: : अरे साम्भा भाई कितने आदमी थे ?

  (Squealing all around).

 Girl 2: :  only 4 सर्कार  after thoughtDon’t ask कौन थे

   More laughter and squealing

Girl 1 : : वो 4 और  and तुम alone? Right? ?...  (shrill screams) 

 

Girl 2: :  in Kannada ನಾನು ಒಂದು ಪ್ರಶ್ನೆಗೆ ಒಂದೇ……….. ಸಲ  ಉತ್ತರಿಸೋದು  Understand ? ( shrill hysterical squeals)

Girl 1 : और तुम  उसको defeat नहीं कर  पाये ?  ….. Giggles all round

Girl 2: :Try तो  किया री…….

Voice from the group: “ She’s Non Violent ” More squeals and uncontrolled laughter.

Girl 1 : : Useless ,  कालिया, पिस्तौल देना

Girl 2: : Yes सर्कार .Right away सर्कार. Hands over her purse: डिशम डिशम

              (delirious shrieking,screaming, yelling all around)

 Voice from Group: Hey,  ಕಾಫಿ ಬಂತು ಕಣ್ಣ್ರೆ.  Prolongued giggles, banter.                  &  Discordant  Cacophony


My phone rings. Voice at the other end apologizes for delay & informs that the Party will arrive within next 15 minutes . Impulsively a thought occurred there could be more entertainment by this “ laughter league” !

But,as they finished their coffee, the excited group got ready to leave."

I asked one of the girls what was going on, and she replied, “We’re just practicing  funny skit for college day, Uncle."

 

This unexpected interlude proved to be a powerful catalyst for nostalgia, instantly transporting me to my own college days—a time typically characterized by high-pitched laughter & repartee, intense bonding, and carefree expression. It evoked impressions of a "golden age" of life, where friendships were forged quickly and emotions were uninhibitedly shared.



 Memories  like  storming “Chandra Café” after a cricket match to feast on masala dosas and coffee for just 0:65 apiece, and watching the waiter & cook struggle to keep up was pure comedy  Seeing other visitors curse our marathon sessions while we enjoyed the entire  batch of batter  & shamelessly basking in the annoyed glares and frustrated curses of other guests  was absolute bliss."



Phones and social media have definitely changed things. We used to just hang out more without constantly checking screens. People still want to socialize, but Spontaneous light-hearted banter is becoming outdated. There just aren’t many natural ways to break the ice anymore. There were fewer online distractions then .People had to meet up in person more often, and friendships seemed tighter because of that.




 

 

Thursday, April 9, 2026

Wrung & Wrested

 

Wrung & Wrested

 

The life of a “squeezee” bottle is a journey from promising flawless delivery  to a desperate battle for the last drop. It starts with easy, "ad-perfect" dollops, but quickly evolves into a ritual requiring excessive emotional persuasion  and, eventually, aggressive bouts of strangling to extract the last remaining drop. Even when deemed empty and about to be discarded, single minded determination brings it back from the recycling bin for that one final serving. Ultimately, it’s a stubborn, stressful tussle for every last dribble, proving that the final, hard-won blob is the tastiest and   is worth the chaotic effort.



 

 My hand looks  extremely rough, calloused,& wrinkled like dry tree bark  but I’m not bothered.


The  Lady of the House  is suspecting  my sanity right now, But that  hardly matters.






 I know we have a brand-new Squeezee bottle of Ketchup right there in the fridge taunting me, but I don't really care. I am not opening it until every inch of  pride is squeezed out this obstinate one and it is  truly dead.






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