Ache-sistence

Sound is energy – the root energy from which all other energies are derived. Light is a higher vibration of sound. So high that it passes through all other vibrations, hindered only by the lower vibrations of what it passes through. The Universal Parabrahman is the highest form of light, and is becoming lighter and lighter constantly. The Dark Forces are the lowest form of light in which the vibration levels are very low.

What is a low vibration level is a gross body, a higher vibration level is a light body – and the numerous variations within. When a soul is created, it has to pass through the various levels of vibration until it can go back to it’s original light source. This is essentially The Wheel of Life in which the soul is created from Pure Light – is sent to utter darkness, and then has to work its way back into the light for realizing the Divinity that it is made of.

A soul in a human body is considered to be a mature soul. Of course, there are groups, sub groups, and sub sub groups within this as well. This explains why some adults are childish and some children are really mature for their age. From books, we know that the levels of evolution are crystal, then plant, then animal, and finally human. Science teaches us that opposites attract and like repel. Energy Theory tells us that like energies attract, opposite energies repel. This is based on the principle of resonating sound. Similar sounds will vibrate harmoniously together, while discordant sounds will sound chaotic. Similar vibrations – and by that I mean all of life – will gravitate towards one another, while dissimilar ones will move apart as far as energetically possible.

It’s believed that a soul with a human incarnation has already passed through the animal, vegetable and mineral incarnations. The higher the maturity of the soul, the greater the test or burden it must face in it’s life. That’s why human existences are often miserable and troublesome. Animals have a much freer and relaxed existence. They are themselves with others of their kind. Humans are at odd within themselves, let alone other human beings. Let’s not even get into the dynamics of human-human relationships within families, neighbourhoods, towns, cities and so forth.

When it comes to consuming food, the principle of resonating energy follows the law of paradoxes. Human beings don’t eat other human beings – at least not in “civilized” society. They consume animals and vegetables. Here, the resonating sounds of flesh within flesh creates a grosser resonance. This is because the energy bodies of mature souls (speaking from a simple evolutionary perspective only) have grosser bodies to handle. The older the pupil, the tougher the syllabus. Vegetables and minerals have cleaner energy bodies compared to humans and animals. When a human eats an animal, the overall vibration frequency of the human decreases. However, when vegetables are eaten, the average vibrations don’t vary all that much. Why then don’t we eat minerals? This is because that particular frequency does not match with the human frequency anymore. It’s on the other side of the spectrum. Just as most humans can’t survive on air alone, they can’t survive on rocks and sand. Every being operates within its level of vibration.

Speaking of vibrations, the Universe was created by sound. The Word, as it is called in the Bible. The Word in this timeframe is Om. It’s a very energetic and high frequency word. Most of us can’t handle it’s frequencies for prolonged periods without suffering side effects. Our gross bodies are just not capable of vibrating at the frequency that Om exists at. It’s easier to chant Om from the throat than from the palate or through the nose. When chanting from the throat, it creates a pleasant vibration in the head and body. When chanting from the nose or palate, it causes shortness of breath and lightheadedness. The palate and nose are positioned higher than the throat. They operate at a higher frequency within the human range. That’s why, for gross bodies, a throaty chant is simpler. The overall energy quality of a throaty Om is lower than that of a pitched one, but it’s still much higher than the gross energy of a physical body. For beginners, chanting Om from the throat will gradually increase their frequency and they will be able to chant from their nose and palate with more comfort gradually.

Frequency is another aspect of life. We may wonder why we have to go through incarnation after incarnation just to learn lessons for our Higher Soul. Why must the incarnated souls go through this tedium? This reason can be traced back to the Parabrahman Itself.

In the beginning, there was only the Parabrahman as a thought. No energy. No matter. No existence. Nothing. It wanted to know what It was, what it was capable of. It wanted to realize itself. And so, it created existence. From thought came energy. Sound energy. Om. The Big Bang. From energy came matter. The universe and all that is within it. Interestingly, Universe can be broken down into Uni and Verse, or One Verse. The One Verse could very well be referring to Om.

Once the Parabrahman manifested it’s thought by exerting energies into creating matter, various things were made real. Creation extended into positive infinity and negative infinity – concepts which we are unable to fathom, but for the Parabrahman’s self realization quest it was a necessity. As we are part of a universe, that is part of a greater chain of universes and so forth. Similarly, we carry entire universes within us. Our bodies are composed of atoms, which are further subdivided into the nucleus and orbits. The nuclei are also broken down into smaller and smaller levels ad infinitum.

One of the created objects are souls. A class of light beings charged with awareness and entrusted with the task of understanding what created reality is. The higher souls sent off a portion of their light bodies into physical reality from time to time to experience living on that plane of existence. As the tenure of the incarnated soul drew to a close, it returned to the higher soul and shared it’s experience and learning. Each such sharing increased the average vibration of the higher soul. As more lessons were required to be learned for understanding the Parabrahman’s creations, more and more incarnations were made by the higher souls for greater understanding. Remember, the Parabrahman began this entire exercise to realize itself. Any action conducted by us – the incarnated souls – is a learning experience for our higher soul, and in turn, the Parabrahman. This does not mean that we can go around doing whatever we want under the garb of gathering all kinds of knowledge for the Parabrahman. We have to vibrate harmoniously with our fellow incarnated souls. If we disharmonize ourselves, we will be moved into a setting where we meet like vibrations, with greater volume. Something which we might not find very pleasant at all. The Laws of Karma operate on this principle. Then again, the concept of pleasant and unpleasant is something which only the incarnated souls experience. It’s in our best interest that we stick to our created concepts of pleasantness for our sake and strive to lead lives in which we attract pleasant vibrations. The principles of Loving Kindness, Non-Violence and Non-injury are guidelines to help us stay within the Laws of Karma and remain in harmony with incarnated reality.

After each and every portion of the higher soul’s light body has attained knowledge, it starts vibrating at a higher frequency. This might be called Attaining Nirvana from this plane. The higher soul then moves on to higher and higher planes, attaining Nirvana at each level. When all the planes have been covered and the overall frequency of the higher soul is close to that of the Parabrahman, it moves into God Realization and starts resonating with the Parabrahman itself. It then merges with the White Light and becomes One with God.

I've been thinking a bit.

Eye think. Eye go.

Do you know of the phrase "Aham Brahmasmi"? It means "I am Brahman". Mind you, this is not the Brahmin of the caste system, but the Brahman of Oneness. The word-root for Brahmanda, which means Universe.

Brahman, quite literally, is everything. It is where everything comes from. When someone says "Aham Brahmasmi", he actually means that he is everything because he originates from Brahman. Don't confuse Brahman with God. According to religious concepts, God is good while the Devil is bad. Brahman is everything. How can everything be wholly good or wholly bad? It just is. And everything arises from Brahman.

The word "Ahamkar" means arrogance or pride. The ego. Masters say that the Ego is fuelled by things we think, say and do. If the word Ahamkar is split, then you get Aham (which means I am) and Kara, which I suppose would mean "doing". Logically then, Ahamkara arises by what I am doing. And Ahamkar arises from myself.

Karma. The result of all our actions, good and bad. By action it doesn't necessarily mean what you do, but what you think and say as well. So basically, there are consequences for every action you take. And if you have an Ego, then it adds to your laundrypile of results to bear. And Karma arises from my actions.

The Ego is the "I" factor. If the Brahmanda is about everything, then "I" am about myself only. And the only way I can exist is if I am aware of the differences between myself and everything else. But if everything, including myself, IS Brahman, then why have Ego in the first place? It exists because we have been taught "every man for himself". We have to create an identity for ourselves or get sucked into the large mire of being like everything else. That is why we have created an I v/s Everything else situation in our heads.

But if you ARE everything, then where does the boundary line arise? How exactly are you, YOU? What makes you, you? Are you your body? No, that can't be right because you just said "My" body. What is ME, then? Are you your mind? Or your thoughts? Or just your soul? Are you any of these things individually? Possibly not, because one can't exist without the other. It's all these things combined that comprises you. And you are Brahman.

So there really isn't a you and me situation. Everything is a part of everything else. The concept of Maya isn't all that wrong either. We are trained to believe only what we see. Somewhere down the line, conveniently being unable to explain optical illusions or mirages which are blatant examples that everything that we see isn't really there.

Maybe then a Visionary is one who sees things for what they truly are. Or see things as they are not.. because they aren't real. Human beings can perceive up to seven colours - the vibgyor. What about ultra violent and infra red? What about the radiations higher up and lower down? Gamma rays and radio waves? What would happen if our eyes could perceive every bit of those rays? Imagine seeing telephone tower rays penetrating through you every living second. You really wouldn't want that kind of vision, would you? Most of us wouldn't know how to handle it. We wouldn't want it. We would be happy seeing only what we have seen so far and be happy with it, shutting out the incredible larger picture in favour of the comfortable smaller one.

And that's where the boundary lines come up. The larger outside and the smaller I. Is it any wonder that I believe what eye see?

Maybe it's just time for the ego to go. I don't know. I can't see where this is going. And that's very self fulfilling in itself...

25 things

This be a Facebook tag, where you're supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits or goals about you. But since I haven't yet figured out how to use the application even with detailed instructions, getting it done over here. Besides, I've suddenly become comment hungry.

So here goes..


1) My Dad plays the Sitar, so my earliest childhood memory is waking up to the sounds of rich music. In fact, this influenced me so much that till age 5 I used to sit on the stairs, embrace the banister like a Sitar and strum the railing. Since no sound came out, I would say "pao pao" imitating the instrument.

2) As I kid I was dreadfully afraid of two things: people and poo. In nursery school, I would quietly stand at the corner of the playground while all the other kids were running around. For some reason, the teachers would find this extremely cute. And they named me chubby cheeks..

3) The poo paranoia was so huge that I refused to take a dump. Used to think that this was something dirty, smelly and yucky. So I used to suppress it with all my might whenever I needed to crap. This led to constipation and the good doctor gave my very patient Mother a pill to shove up my ass. I remember how good it felt when I shat for 30 minutes at a stretch. I was 7 then.

4) The previous experience gave me the ability to control my bowel movements. Now I can go for a max of three without relieving myself. Comes in handy when I'm traveling and the arrangements are shitty. Erm..

5) My accent changes automatically depending on who I am talking to. This happens mostly when I'm conversing with clients. The South-East Asians think I'm making fun of them. The Americans introduce me to their wives.

6) I lose my cool very easily... and cool down even quicker. When I get angry, I can lift up dining tables to hurl them. If I'm getting angry on the phone, I change my voice to the Christian "Batman" Bale growl.

7) I pace while talking on the phone. At home, I've got this route - verandah, bed, dresser, bed, verandah. Whenever I've paced the verandah, I've often caught the neighbouring marwaris in various states of undress. They prance to the windows and draw the curtains shut. Every time. Which is another reason I detest them.

8) I don't tell people some very basic information about myself even if I've been close friends with them for more than 2 years. You know.. the whole "let the mystery be there" kinda thing.

9) I use too many I's in my sentences.

10) There's this desire to be in the limelight almost all the time. Maybe it's because I used to be the playground recluse as a kid, which is why I'm making up for it now.

11) I chew my lower lip when I'm thinking. My two front teeth are at right angles to each other because of that. When I'm concentrating on something really hard, but making no headway, I talk to the problem... have a conversation with it. This used to happen when I painted as a kid.

12) My G.I. Joe and He-Man action figures are collecting dust in the cupboard for the last three years. I can't bring myself to dust them clean because I don't want to start playing with them again. My friends walked in on me once when I was executing a Cobra counter strike, with the toys placed strategically on my bed, window sill and an upturned biscuit tin.

13) Sentimental movie and TV scenes make me cry. That's one reason why I stopped watching those home makeover shows on Discovery Travel and Living.

14) I am chewing my lower lip right now. (12:54 pm | February 14 2009)

15) I have a sweet tooth. If there are no sweets in the house, I'll make do with sugar. Or kishmish. Or throat lozenges. Or cough tablets.

16) I used to swing from the bathroom door curtains when I was 5. You know, knot the lower ends into a seat, sit down and go weeeeeeee. This stopped when the curtain tore and I hurt my bum. They just don't make strong curtains nowadays..

17) After my left collarbone broke, it didn't set perfectly. I take morbid pleasure in showing people the droop in the shoulder and detaching the upper arm from the collarbone as far as it can go without hurting. :D

18) While cleaning my room, if I find an old magazine or book, I'll start reading it. Cleaning be damned.

19) I take offence at minor things easily and don't forget them for a long time to come. And I won't tell the people concerned why I'm offended either. But after I've cooled down, I'll start behaving normally with them. This confuses them and they don't know how to react to me. I like this.

20) I love hearing good things about me, but don't know how to handle compliments. Usually I'll make a smartass remark which makes people regret saying something in the first place. Then I follow up with double meaninged sentences.

21) I can bench press up to a 100 kgs, but can't push my way through in a crowd.

22) I love matchmaking between friends. Then reminding them that I brought them together in the first place. :D And then feel rotten when it doesn't work out so I guess the matchmaking isn't exactly a good idea...

23) I am very surprised that I haven't used the straight face smiley even once yet :|

24) While walking, I avoid stepping on the shadows of people's heads. Unless the persons concerned are peeing. Then I pass comments.

25) When travelling alone by public transport, I make it a point to look someone in the eye until he or she looks away. Neighbouring taxi drivers are most susceptible to this.


And in this post I tag you. That's cos I am terrible at remembering names.

The profusion of confusion

One month since the flood of bombs left their mark on Bombay. Bombay. Mumbai. It's the same city, just numerologically different. Personally, I've never been fond of the renaming craze, but considering our Government's rather stoic and effeminate silence, perhaps the name Mum-bai is totally applicable. The media was busy coining new phrases for putting forward the indomitable spirit of the city in between it's frequent splashes of live  exclusivity, glossing over the fact that the city thrives on a "chalta hai" attitude. The reason why we all bounce back faster after a tragedy is because of ever increasing amounts of apathy.

If the above line didn't affect you, you know you're affected.

Live death telecast. Interesting. Exclusive mass telecast. Intriguing. The same thing said over and over. Insipid.

In our hurry to push our self stamped envelopes of mass appeal, we sometimes forget that we are putting the moron in oxymoron. So in times like these it's best to sit back and laugh at ourselves at the things we say.

Take that chewing gum ad for instance. The one where the cow has beautiful teeths. Cows have udders I know, but teeths? And milk white teeths at that? Maybe this is an in-joke about doctors leaving impressions (dents in this case) on their patients at a very deep level. It could also be a McBethian reference to the milk of human kindness. After a literal bongland translation it becomes "Mamata-r dudu". Considering the considerable swaying powers (politically only please!) of that particular sample of humanity, you wouldn't wonder for long why she calls the red reign a bunch of cow-ards.

While on the topic of cows, I saw a few miserable ones being led away to their slaughter on a bloody recent religious celebration. And not just the cows, many people got themselves goats as well. After the black sheep celebrations were over, a different BA BA swooped down with its luggage problems. The world will fight, animals will be feasted on and flights will keep losing luggage. Things keep changing, but the one constant now is the getting publicity out of everything. Pubic attention is a huge motivator. Ask Britney and the rest of her friends who check into detox centres when they can't get their regular fix.

Speaking of fixing, we really should do something about our pronunciations. Each of the wrongly said ones become painful sentences in their own right. Sometime back, I saw a  venerable *snigger* Marwari gentleman being served a Chicken Quickie by a gleeful waitress who didn't care about correcting his Quiche. Or the shoe salesman who was only too happy to sell an expensive Woodlund to a drooping shopper.

Sex sells. Making fun of sex sells even more. The recent spate of stay at home homosexual comedies are a good examples innuendo in your endo. But it sounds infinitely better when the press proudly proclaims that audiences are no longer confused and coming out of the closet. So that's buy bi to confusion. Slightly literal when you think of the biPhone. There's still a fair amount of debate whether it's for the "hard-core" business user or a sleek entertainment plaything.

Asking too many questions will never get answers, only add to the profusion of the confusion. It's that much more desirable to go with the flow and lap up commercials as the absolute truth. 

But the season to get our jollies has only just begun. Cake companies are advertising their indigenous versions of the portly figure from the North Pole and inviting us to dig in. Never mind the obesity.. go anonymousse while desserting. After all, Shanta's got her claws ready too.

Alphabet Soup

Tagged by Macavity. I'd hyperlink her name, but can't remember the tags, so she gets a lovely hue of red instead.


A- Alhambra. Something to do with pigs and pokers. Ron suggested the marriage of Islam with Lingerie.

B - Byakaron. Grammar in Bengali. Twisted Ron more like it.

C - Caantinue. Something my Mallu friends say. Some of them are slightly ahem oriented. Some of them are likesized.

D - Dodell. Making mouse marks on laptops..

E - Ellefaint. You know, those size zero models on that magazine cover.

F - Fushkuri. Fokla. Fishfish.

G - Globspot. Hmm.. frozen limbs dot glob spot.

H - Heh. The only response to heart cancer. This does not include frantic responses inquiring about Ron's health.

I - Ishkabon. Calling a spade a spade. Nothing to do with Issssh's sister, jungle or the both thereof.

J - Jibanu. Bong for microbes. Sounds like Anu's tongue.

K- Khunti. Khichuri. Khisti. I claim parentage of Khisti. You can't take that away from me.

L - Lebu. French ghosts. Sometimes seen playing water football in Lebur Pool.

M - Monsieur. My pig. Hmm.. sounds a bit like Mamata Banerjee.

N - Negro Nishidaak. Donald's and Daffy's nocturnal counterpart. Has a problem with his 31,000 knees growing ununiformly.

O - Orkut. Brazilian for genius programmer. Reverse bong for piece. Finnish for orgasm.

P - Padre. Please fart. Precedes PPP. PPP stands for Pre Poop Pee.

Q - Quetzalcoatl. The missing bit from ikir mikir cham chikir's dowar.

R - Rondhon. Cooking something that belongs to Ron, without which Ron would not be Ron. Or perhaps Rochonaboli.. literary sacrifices. Gee.. He wondered why my dhon is stuck on Ron...

S - Sheikh's Pear. The real reason English speaking nations are well lubricated.

T - Tora tora tora. Broke broke broke.

U - Umbilical cord. Comes linked amniotic fluid.

V - Vidya. She'll kill me when she reads this. Or die laughing.

W - Wonky. A lonely house key.

X - a residual current that still sends sparks flying.

Y - Yahweh. Heh's divine creator.

Z - Zarathustra. Pushing a little harder.



I tag my semi existent reader base. Especially Ron, Riju and Gaurav.

Spikeology

We leave bits of us behind. Our thoughts, words and actions. Leaving a mark on the world immediately around us. No, I’m not talking about shedded skin and nail trimmings.

There are a variety of roles to play and a number of masks to wear. You never quite know which mask you are wearing until it becomes a part of your regular face. Then it becomes difficult to actually open up. Tell anybody, “You are wearing a mask. This is not the real you” and chances are you are on your way to roadside astrology fame and fortune. Either that or some sluggish stagehand superglued your current expression – wood, paint et al.

Many of us walk with smiles so frozen it’s a wonder the temperature doesn’t drop to sub arctic levels. Or with tempers so flaring, your goose is cooked for the next few weeks. Then there are the lifestylists, radiating more joy than a lampshade will cover. Hmm… I can imagine quite a few people who’d look better with a lampshade on.

Sometimes it’s easier to wear a mask than to actually be yourself. Of course, it’s easier to talk to strangers than to real life people. Now you know the reason behind the success of gossip columns. Only now they are called “Survival strategies”, “Life’s lessons”, or “How to freeze your mother in law with a K look”. No, seriously, it’s much easier to open up to a random person imagining your anonymity preserved than to pour your heart out to the people who truly can make a difference. What difference can a few bits of advice or concern make? Pun intended.

So we discuss everything under the sun with our netizens. Those cyberians who “connect” to life with their yard long wires dangling out of their hardware. Some of them are wireless. In real life too.

And then one fine day you realize that your online existence has crawled into your offline one. Some of us just log in to the net. Most of us live there. We spend our time chatting up folks, talking into the wee hours of the morning or the pee hours of the night, playing games and hearing tales of woe until you realize your own life has become nothing more than the page of a gossip column. Your every move discussed threadbare. Your every thought processed by a billion minds, or worse, stored in a search engine server. And a malicious pleasure in trying to get inside someone’s mindspace. Whatever happened to trying to get into somebody’s pants in real life?!

We are so empty of true human contact that we resort to emptying our already depleted bowels of emotion over these wireless lines, not realizing that the person or persons to whom we are venting to get affected. They absorb our personalities to such an extent that they can almost predict our next thought. Then we get scared and move back. And find some other pot to put our steam into.

Life needs the milk of human kindness. Too bad it’s processed and packaged these days. Fat free.

Pounce upon a time

Once upon a time, in a land far far away, there lived many happy people. They worked hard for survival, hunted in packs, ate together - always watching each others' backs. They had each other for company. They lived on whatever Nature provided them with. And then Jamie Uys made a movie on them and called it "The Gods Must be Crazy".

Many years later, WulffMorgenthaler came up with this strip.

So after a main course of despair and sarcasm, side dish of hopelessness and a drink of disappointment (on the rocks, stoned), it's time to say thank you. This effectively means you grimace like a rabid dog, hiss like a viper, squeal "thanks" in a Justin Timberlakish octave and try not to throttle anyone in the next nine yards. The nine yards is a reference to sarees. Chances are if you are already squeaking you have been possessed by the spirit of Duh-shasana. Make that Krishna - he could give Hefner stiff competition. Oh God.

So thank you God.

Our father who smarts in Heaven
Helloed be thy name
Thy kingdom come, thy Will be done
As you continue screwing the heathen..
Give us this day our daily mead,
Forgive us our long tresses
As we furtively make passes to those around us.
And lead us not into umkemptation
Butt make deliveries really painless.
For thine is the bureaucracy, democracy and CBI queries for ever and ever.
Amen.
With lots of women.


Come to think of it (no pun intended), we've given God a pretty hard time (pun intended). For those that don't believe in monotheism, we've given the gods, goddesses, godlets, nymphs, fauns and pole dancers (I mean apsaras) a tough deal. Right from drawing contorted figures of them on rocks to writing leg-ends about their powers and prowess.

Take the deal about Gods not blinking because they are ever watchful over the earth. Protecting us with their benevolent gaze. Thanks very much, but blinkers on when I'm in the loo please. Also when playacting in the bedroom. Those are really private moments. And God, (goddess, godlet, etc) You need to sleep a bit. Think of those strained rods and cones. Think of the bloodshot eyes. Think of the cataract problems you might develop later on. Those windows to the soul need to have shutters down a little bit. No offense if anyone's been saying God's blind. They should realize that You've given them that privacy.

If You created us in Your own image then there's something really wonky about the ten hands and four heads business. If babies are born like that today, then they are possibly:
a) constantly exposed to radiation
b) a US government project
c) marwaris.
Many of the marwaris I know have two bellies, four ears, no eyes, a dewlap and immortal. (They lie like heck about their age. Men AND women.) Hmmm.. this means the marus are God. No wonder people say "Good heavens!" while dealing with them.


Moving on to divine strength and speed. Balancing mountains on little fingers and walking on water is all very fine, but You realize how badly the physicists' happiness is getting screwed? Forget center of gravity and fluid dynamics, You need a chiropractor. Gods have the guts to do lots of things (not accounting for digestive systems) but their backs are most likely busted. Think of engineers, accountants and managers. Poor blokes wind up their backsides flipping numberburgers and oiling up the boss stove.


No, we humans have given the Gods a really bad deal. We take googillions of things for granted, but never thought of according them to the divine. And we won't even take the initiative to help them out. Life insurance for instance. "Sir, you are all powerful and all knowing and all that.. but you're immortal. We can't sell you a policy because you'll never die. There's no provision in the rule book." Speaking of rule books, we mortals have our wrongs and rights written down somewhere. The god in charge of this library has to work around the clock, take no breaks, and keep scribbling. You do realize that this means God doesn't get a chance to have coffee, pee, flirt with colleagues or belong to a union.


Being God must be pretty thankless. Now I know what Holy Shit means Goddammit.