Tuesday, February 26, 2019

A Raaga, Words, Invocation and more


Gaansaraswati Kishori Amonkar - Sahela Re (Raag Bhoop) ~


One of those rare compositions where words to the Raaga are not only not irrelevant or at odds, but more than go with the spirit of the Raaga, and in fact take it further for the listeners' comprehension of the spirit of the Raaga, of being able to flow with it. Bhoop is an early morning Raaga, of having risen before Dawn and it being still cool of before sunrise, light still soft and brightening. The composition here takes it incredibly further, of opening an invocation of mind, body and Spirit to unity with the Divine, using words that invite one's Mate to join together in Divine notes of invocation, of souls uniting to rise to heavens. This is in spirit of Soul and Energy union, of music at level of pure Yoga in sense of Soul Union with Divine.
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To those who are feeling, as evidenced by the various posts below the video, that great talents of Indian music are gone and there is no replacing them - please do hear the children on various shows! True, the great of yore are gone, as are most of our grandparents, but India overflows with talent and music is very alive too. And this is true of most parts of India. Here are some names.

Children on voice kids India 2016 were impressive, Nishtha Sharma most but others were close behind, and you can get an idea on the internet. Misimi Bose, Vishwaprasad, Priyanshi, are a few names, but those that were out at some stage or other were very good too, numbering some fifty of the sixty in auditions.

Pooja Insa on voice kids 2016 impressed as did Jassu Khan Mir on Z, for double reason. Ridipta, Kaavyaa, Yumna, Pravasthi Attaluri, I can go on with names.

Of those outed there, some ten or more auditioned for Z TV Saregamapa, and some six or so we're selected, and three are still going strong. Well deserved too.

Mythili Thakur on rising star was, is, incredible, match for Nishtha Sharma and so perhaps is Shanmukhapriya who is now on Z TV Saregamapa, having lost votes on voice kids. Superb, all. Rising star had also Ankita and Vikramjeet, and Nikita, very good.

Of slightly older, young adults, three on voice India 2016 were as great as the Supremes mentioned. There is Mohammad Danish, by the way he is grandson of a maestro of yore, but very good. Niyam Kanungo matches him, as does Sharayu Date.

All of these are young, from say ten to early twenties - and then the wonder child Jayas Kumar, just six. He is merely beginning to learn as far as music goes, remember when hearing him on Z TV Saregamapa. If you aren't charmed out of your mind and lost your heart, do have a check up!


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Tuesday, September 4, 2018

Quoted from "Savitri"


"Thoughts leaped down from a superconscient field
Like eagles swooping from a viewless peak,
Thoughts gleamed up from the screened subliminal depths
Like golden fishes from a hidden sea.
This world is a vast unbroken totality,
A deep solidarity joins its contrary powers;
God’s summits look back on the mute Abyss.
So man evolving to divinest heights
Colloques still with the animal and the Djinn;
The human godhead with star-gazer eyes
Lives still in one house with the primal beast.
The high meets the low, all is a single plan.
So she beheld the many births of thought,
If births can be of what eternal is;
For the Eternal’s powers are like himself,
Timeless in the Timeless, in Time ever born."

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"And the ocean silence of Infinity.
Even now some thoughts could cross her solitude;
These surged not from the depths or from within
Cast up from formlessness to seek a form,
Spoke not the body’s need nor voiced life’s call.
These seemed not born nor made in human Time:
Children of cosmic Nature from a far world,
Idea’s shapes in complete armour of words
Posted like travellers in an alien space.
Out of some far expanse they seemed to come
As if carried on vast wings like large white sails,
And with easy access reached the inner ear
As though they used a natural privileged right
To the high royal entries of the soul.
As yet their path lay deep-concealed in light.
Then looking to know whence the intruders came
She saw a spiritual immensity
Pervading and encompassing the world-space
As ether our transparent tangible air,
And through it sailing tranquilly a thought.
As smoothly glides a ship nearing its port,
Ignorant of embargo and blockade,
Confident of entrance and the visa’s seal,
It came to the silent city of the brain
Towards its accustomed and expectant quay,
But met a barring will, a blow of Force
And sank vanishing in the immensity.
After a long vacant pause another appeared
And others one by one suddenly emerged,
Mind’s unexpected visitors from the Unseen
Like far-off sails upon a lonely sea.
But soon that commerce failed, none reached mind’s coast.
Then all grew still, nothing moved any more:
Immobile, self-rapt, timeless, solitary
A silent spirit pervaded silent Space."







 



Monday, December 25, 2017

Gravity Waves, Big Bang, Universe ...



One looks at the headline, it seems reasonable and plausible. One goes through the article, and ends up wondering, what makes humans think reason and ideas, built on the edifice so far, is all it takes to comprehend everything across time and space through universe? If direct perception were possible,  it could all be completely different  - and why not? Every time knowledge of universe took a quantum leap, it was only because a new theory went at an angle so at odds to the older one, it threw all science till date into turmoil, with reactions ranging from minds agape to hostility to downright inquisition! Think Galileo, Newton and Kepler, Einstein and his relativity theory,  and his own reaction to quantum theory. So could it be about the singularity of the big bang too, and has anyone considered it seriously that the big bang might just be a recurring phenomena? Not the absolute moment zero, that is? 


"Gravitational Waves --"May Prove That Black Holes Existed Before Birth of Stars in the Early Universe""

http://www.dailygalaxy.com

Sunday, November 15, 2015

Children's Day



Short hours of
Light, long nights of
Winter dark of
Nordic latitudes continent

Hordes from sunlit deserts
Swarm up, exploding the
Peace and bliss of
City of Joy,
Quiet efforts of
City of Lights, to
Lighten the dark cold winter

Hordes swarm up from sunlit deserts
Exploding the stoic peace, quiet endurance
Aims they include in their agenda of death, reducing
World to ashes, spreading desert

Their flag is green, colour of life,
Life, they hate!

They have tried, repeatedly, to extinguish the land of
Light, and failed, hating the failure, breaking it up,
Turning pieces into opposite,
Over and over, attempting to extinguish the
Light, piece by piece, photon by photon,
Photons grow, and forces of dark are
Desperate,
Biting the hands that fed them through their centuries of despair,
They hope to conquer
Light and hope and life, joy and
Peace!


Friday, June 5, 2015

One's Own Star



Life waits for
Dawn
To rise and go about
Life's needs
Through heat and cold, snow and grass and shade of tropics
Nesting, resting in midst of
Day,
Resumes the toil till
Birdsong of evening tells of
Dusk bringing nightfall.

Life steals a look up at
Starry firmament, pausing for a moment stolen from
Life's needs, to ponder the heavens above
And then settles down by fireside
Storytelling begins from old to young
So begins history, builds up through millennia.
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Myriad stars above, but only one Sun,
Most can see
Heat of desert makes those avoid the Sun,
Those that travel by Moon's light or
That of other stellar lights
Nordic lands look up, and find
One star that seems never moving
They can navigate oceans and
Conquer the world, all because of this
One fixed star
So Nordic lands swear by the fixed stars, after they have
Known variations in Sun's travels that
Make it imperative they find another one
To steer their ships by.

Deserts stand by the Moon, they need the light and cool
And the North Star is too far down,
Firmament too volatile to be guided by that one
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Tropics are comfortable, as long as forests last and shade and waters
Sun rises every day in East, and
Day is normally not that short, ever,
Multitude of stars passing from East to West,
All too normal,
And yes, there is a north star, but
Not that necessary to fixate on, even for time
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Funny, why and when do wars begin, Tropics have lost
All trace
Perhaps the only why was
Primitive need to promote one's own reproduction,
End that of others
But the Deserts invade in name of night,
Nordics in name of North Star,
Sun and Moon and all the stars of
Tropics Firmament are
Known to them
They accuse the Tropics of
Not favouring one,
Worshiping all three hundred and thirty million known
And accepting the two preferred by the invaders too!
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South is not known much until then, and
When it is known
Life has lost track of why the preference for
One Stellar Body
Began at
Dawn of Time

But if someone is looking up
From a Southern continent,
Having travelled or migrated from
Nordic Latitudes
They do know,
The Firmament is the same, and yet
Vastly different enough
Disorienting
Just as Nordic Latitudes are for Tropical traveller
And Deserts drive both crazy with
Heat unrelenting
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When would someone standing beneath a
Southern continent's Firmament
Know with a small revelation
It is the same Firmament,
And yes, there are trillions of stars, more than
Life can see or count or estimate
And they are all stars,
Just like the North star, or like
One on the various green flags!

When would Life know
It isn't real, flinging mud or death
At Life in other lands
In the name of one's own preferred
Star by any name!
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Stars meanwhile
Look down and smile at
Life that stakes claims by
This star or that
They don't even wonder if
Life will know
The stars, the Firmament
Belong to nothing below


Only the
Blue Heaven that
Envelops Earth
Belongs to Earth
For above that Blue
Space is all dark,
Stars clear through day and night
Clouds below, and
Life at mercy of
Mind's Tools
For air too is
Earth's own!
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Thursday, May 7, 2015

Spectrum in Time



Dawn begins from
Deep Blue Gold Heaven
Held gently secure in it's cocoon
Until ready to burst forth
On the pre dawn
Starlit blue waiting in a silvery sheen
Dawn lights up
Eastern horizon in its hues
Red and Gold, Pink and Peach and Apricot

Dawn brings reds and pinks and golds and
Colours of life to
Life on earth, and
Earth responds
Blossoms of all hues on carpets of grass and trees and forests
Green of life glows.
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Spectrum of Light
Somewhere in the spectrum of all wavelengths of existence
Somewhere held in spectrum of Light
Colour spectrum as known to life, humanity, us,
While on Earth

Reds favoured by babies, toddlers -
And they are quite capable of fighting for their beloved
Scarletts and Reds, Apples and all
Crimson hues of dawn of
Life on Earth
So easily found by the babies' little eyes searching for colour
And so, favourite -

While their moms prefer gentle blossoms on sunlit grass
A happy garden for the child's life
Visible on the child's attire
Mother's wishes and blessings from deepest of her
Heart that is now the child's for ever.

And so the babe wins
As long as the mother pays attention
To the whims of child -
Reds it is as long as the baby insists.
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Somewhere later comes a liking for
Gardens of mothers
Blossoms on carpets of brilliant sunlit greens
Life wanted by her for her heart's brood

Somewhere then comes
Soft grey of clouds
While brilliant green grass is shaded
Under tall deep green trees
A grey of thought, of mind and more
While deep green of
Life
Struggles to grow,
Wanting sunshine and
Shade of grey
All at the same time -

Deep green of shade of tall trees
Soft grey of clouds heavy with
Life giving rains
So needed in the early burning heat of morning
And it continues if one is lucky
Until forenoon sees a descending sun
Heat now on its last brilliance
Western horizons about to be lit up
With sunset brilliant hues of
Reds and golds that
Autumn echoes on earth.


Now the skies are clear
Brilliant sapphire blue
Just as they were on eastern shores of an
Early morn

Only, now the heat is already a
Welcome warmth
No longer in need of the ocean breezes

But the ocean awaits
Off western shores - just as it gave one
A shore to climb out of waves
A lifetime ago
East in the morning.

Blues of heavens now echo the
Blues of the ocean
One reflects other and
Who knows which is reflecting, which the real primordial
Light refracted from all that
Earth receives every moment -
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Blues with white flowers large
A cherished gift once
Mother wrapped around one, now remodeled into a suit that
Already seems thoughtless
Oh, one ought to leave alone
Heaven's gifts of
Love.

May not be too late -
Maybe the  heaven would wrap one again in
Soft blue with large white flowers
Until then one waits, breathes in


Hoping one sees the loved ones in the
Blue that one is cloaked in -
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Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Civilisations, Marauders, Wolves, .... Choices We Make -


Recently there is an outcry about someone making a short film based on, and expounding a little on, a free verse poem titled My Choice. That this poem and this film was a response to the spate of rapes in recent years has been ignored completely by those criticising it for advocating western lifestyle, short clothes, et al; and most retorts consist of male choice for rape being equally valid.

Ever since the rapes began to proliferate one had to wonder if the rapes were not merely the inability of the males involved in finding any women to consort with except by assault and force, however pathetic that is - after all the country has been short of women in significant numbers since people realised economic benefits to small families in doing away with daughters, a policy in fact adopted by the government decades ago to curb population that backfired majorly on humanitarian arena on several levels - but something far more sinister and demonic.

Is it an ever looking to west and north copying action of the illiterate or nominally literate, to try to prove they are not short of taliban like control of the land in general and the women specifically, to try and push them back in homes for servitude in kitchen and bed and general slavery?

For that is a common reaction to any such events by the cowards and the weak amongst men and civilisations, telling women not to go out, give up jobs, not be ambitious, not think of themselves. Having dreams counts as negative if you are a woman, and a woman without dreams declares so proudly, or having had them but not realised any states so anyway, meant to be explicitly derogatory towards - and an example set to - a woman who might have suffered a great deal due to having dreams at all, and worked for them.

So the thinking is, better not dream, have no ambitions, better not go work except if your family is starving and your man incapable and if possible not even then, avoid achievements and personal identity, give up your self, sacrifice it to all men and their demands first and general women next, and be happy if you are not raped.
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But it could be worse.

What if this is not merely a publicity seeking populace's effort to have their acts if not names in papers via the cheapest act possible, rape? What if there is an organised systematic effort behind it all?

Could it be that throwing bombs and general terrorist efforts are no longer enough to satisfy those that would destroy a nation with ancient civilisation still alive and flourishing, neither converted nor finished and dead like others? 

What if it is a conspiracy from those that are not satisfied killing hundreds of innocent civilians and wish to do worse, by pushing women of India indoors due to terror created by repeated rapes of women that step out?

What if this is a move to destroy all progress and more of India by the simple method of attacking her daughters and mothers, via rape and murder, so education and work and careers of women are the first casualty, and civilisation of India the final? For, no civilisations, no marauders have prospered ever, if their mothers are kept illiterate in slavery and ignorance, barefoot and pregnant as the western phrase goes, or KKK as the forties German diktat by the infamous leader.

What if this is a fascist conspiracy, via taliban, using the publicity hungry ignoramus part of the general populace, of those that cannot achieve but want to see their names up there in print and their faces on television? It might no longer be enough for them to try and get on a camera, whether news or someone's wedding or a film shoot, by forcing their face into the camera?

What if this is the new weapon of terrorist attack, more insidious than pamphlets for false propaganda and more deadly than any nuclear weapons?

Ancient India had women who were not merely free to go about and choose their own consorts, but more - they were learned, experts in their work as equal partners in family, and too, able to use debates and win them in public. Then came a thousand years of colonisation by marauders who invaded and massacred, looted, raped and more. This pushed the women indoors, and effects thereof are still visible in the difference between north India and other parts, culturally in every little detail every day.

It is a horror to envision loss of all India regained in a relatively short time thereafter, by reverting to her own soul. 
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Someone has said, civilisations begin with swords and end in violins. This is not an exact quote, because trying to find it rather than going with memory and gist is not worth the effort, but it is true enough. There was a lot more he could have said, but he belonged to a civilisation that was still proud of past swords and not quite there yet with violins, so he did not.

What he did not say is that while achievements are superior to destruction of others achievements, lesser people take solace in doing the latter since they are plagued by jealousy and either unsure of matching them or sure of achieving nothing else whatsoever.

Rape is not very different from massacre of civilisations. Any male confident of finding plenty of attractive mates without lifting a finger will strut along like a peacock, rarely deigning to look at the crowd following him, while those jealous of him and full of hatred for women who would not look at them are the ones that will try to force those women in every way possible - telling them what to do and what not to do, telling other men to control the women, physically assaulting them, raping, and blaming everything on the victims of their crimes.

While all along the fact is the so called men are not qualified for the epithet - for their biggest qualification for the title of loser is their inability to control their own selves. Their lower selves, lower in every way, are controlling them, and their minds and hearts are taken over by the lower instincts of killing others who might be superior while their bodies are dominated by the nether parts.
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The short film gone viral is attacked from all sides - on television and internet alike - post the first stunned shock of "wow!", with most people finding a word here or a shot there to attack conveniently. They claim it is all about wearing less clothes and being sexually not quite what any society approves of, and freedom should be about education and choices should be about being an astronaut.

Those are better, superior options, yes. Why don't most men make those choices, since they have all the choices?

And therein lies the whole point. They have the choices, and make what choices they can. Women are told to make only those choices everyone else will be ok with, which rather makes it a lack of choices and freedom, lack of personhood.

If society, men, women, granted personhood to women, who will take up the slavery without compensations that women's lives largely consist of?

Hence the quaking of the society with fear - for if she today can wear what she likes and make other choices that she wants, and realises this, tomorrow no one is going to be around to pick up after him, to serve him, to take up the slack in providing for his family including him and his parents and siblings and friends and colleagues and other social connections for any amount of time of his and their choice, no one is going to be available to him and his to take out their frustrations on, whether by physical assault or starvation or forbidding her to meet her people and do anything she likes, or by murder when the frustration goes too far.

And there are no repercussions while she does not matter because she is less valuable than a pet that has been paid for, since she in fact paid for the privilege of this slavery, with her life and mind given over and if she is finished off society will not even shed a crocodile tear, but will offer more women with dowries who are more than willing (or those that are offering them are willing to offer them) in taking the place of one murdered.

A male in mid seventies who has beaten his wife to death with an interim of a time when she suffered the same injuries US footballers do with the same consequences, has all the society to help him celebrate his wedding to a willing partner as young as he can get, usually a couple of decades younger if not more, as long as he is willing to allow it. A woman in early twenties is told she would find no one unless she settles, and fast, into a life of lifelong servitude without escape, and far worse if she is not well behaved about it.

And if she persists, in going out and choosing education and work and self reliance, there is always rape and murder.
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The video is attacked on the same basis rape is excused - she was exciting males, wearing short clothes, culturally improper in behaviour, and basically, asking for it. But then a woman covered from neck down to ankles is not safe nor is one too old or too young - infants have been raped as have been old women. Old, not as in fifties, but as old as eighties. Patients in hospitals unable to move or speak have been raped, as have in fact dead bodies.

When does society awake and tell males, it is rape that is evil? When do males inculcate their sons in the real secrets of humanity, so far taught women but left as a choice to take up or not as far as males go?

When does society realise there is no excuse for rape and assault, physical or verbal or emotional, and it merely exposes inferiority of the assaulter, not their superior physical power?
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When wolves begin attacking farms, a farmer might try to find better guard dogs, electric fences, locks and so on. Lock up his fowl in secure airy housing and penning up his sheep in secure pens with guard dogs. What the farmer, or average householder, does not do is to lock up the babies and children - he gets a shotgun and hunts down the threat, and if not by himself then by collecting the village.

For locking up the children is not the answer - the wolf that can get them in your garden can very well enter through the window and get them in their beds, and humans do not lock up their own in secure cages.

When women are being assaulted, they are told explicit;y or implicitly to no longer go out without adequate male protection, no longer seek education or work or enjoyment, but stay at home and serve their lords and masters the males, and if they are kidnapped from home then serve the new lords and masters the kidnappers or buyers. In whatever way the lords and masters choose to demand.

When is it going to be clear that in this the women are being treated more like live property to serve alive or dead, and less like humans that they are? What else is slavery but tolerating this attitude?

What after all is adequate protection, if those that attack are precisely those that one is counting on as one's fellow humans, relatives, friends, partners, colleagues, protectors?

And seriously, which total moron is going to state on penalty of his own life that no woman was ever attacked, raped, murdered, in her own home while she presented herself as completely dressed as possible, from neck down to ankles, or even more, having one's face covered as well?

Anyone who is so foolish as to claim this, is free to swear it on bible and all other holy books, and on all possible gods, on pain of his own blood.
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The film is built on words of a poem and has 99 women who are shot to make up the video footage, and talks about choices. It is not about demanding approval or about telling everyone what to do. It IS about a woman who has a mind and a soul, and every right to make her own choices, right or wrong, and freedom to do so. And that is every woman.

Reducing it to convenient labels of short clothes and immoral behaviour is merely a convenient way to victimise those that assert the freedom, the rights, the right to make choices, the equality of souls and minds.

And that is no different from those that defend rapes with assertions of men being men or boys being boys, or comparing the situation to meat and dogs, or asserting that women who behave properly don't get raped. They do, but then they are conveniently forgotten.

It is only humans that do this to their own females. Every other species alive protects its females. Are humans on top rung of evolution, in attempting to finish of the females of the species one way or another? Is this about extinction being a need of humans?
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Everyone familiar with evolution is aware that apes are further along in evolution than the equines, but few bother to think it over and realise the implications, else they would not brag about nether equipment and difference vis a vis females of the species. For gorillas lack what donkeys routinely, publicly display - donkeys have not only excellent equipment, it borders on two forelegs and a hind tripod when in heat.

This should be a further argument for those that do not realise the relevance, the significance of one's head and heart being far up above the nether end of the torso, and not as connected to the heart as a woman's body in its internal structure - a woman carries a baby under her heart, connected to her whole being, and it is only a male that can conveniently disclaim his own nether parts as if they were not his own sole and exclusive responsibility, but that of every woman on the planet.

But a bank robber is not excused for robbing a bank even though the premises are meant for business of money, nor is a hungry man excused for robbing a place that sells food, much less a home or another person's wallet.

Being unable to control one's own nether parts, for whatever reasons, is no excuse for assaulting another person, however hot or provocative, either physically or verbally or in other twisted ways. Nor is it a justification for any crime.
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Civilisations that vanished due to onslaught of other civilisations were more advanced, not less, and the marauders more primitive, albeit unable to see it, and hence the assaults. Humanity as a whole needs to evolve to where wolves are not given free range while evolved humans are caged in homes or concentration camps and reservations and reduced land areas while wolves keep migrating out from designated forests and into human civilisations and cities.

It is time for farmers to take up shotguns and nets to trap wolves, and push them back, It is time humanity evolved to where it grows into light, rather than allowing humanity to sink back to primitive with fangs bared and babies caged for safety.

If the latter comes to pass, forget beauty and grace, forget music and all other achievements and blessings from above. The only defence for women who do not escape assault and rape even in home in complete accord with all norms prescribed would be to turn around, wear beards and moustaches and even horns, use horrible stinking sprays or even poisonous ones, and if that is not enough, carry weapons of assault - always available in black market or in kitchens of one's homes - and use them when felt threatened.

Or if none of it works and women are still assaulted, nature will let women perish and thereby let humanity go extinct, for humanity that does not defend its own women on par with other half and designates them to servitude does not deserve to survive.
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