Religion of Economist

Here I am again. Within a gap of one week to post again. Who is the reason? I say God is the reason. Yes. God who is within everyone of us... God who is in my friend's heart who specifically raised a question and made me write this.

Here I am, to write about my religion and my God. Yes. Mine. Not yours. This fight for my religion vs your religion, my God vs your god destroyed our earth and hindered the progress of civilizations by many centuries. Leading to war and death. As My hero Vivekananda famously claimed at the parliament of religions , if there was no religious fanaticism the progress of mankind would have been faster.

Who is my God? Is he the all forgiving creature who forgives even the sins of a killer or a rapist? Is he the supporter of bloodshed in the name of religion? Is she mother?Is he father? Is it a thing? Or non existent??

Krishna says in Gita..Whatever the route you take, it finally leads to me. What's important is faith. Not doubt.Vivekananda elaborated on it to call it faith in self. Shankaracharya called it the god within each one of us. He united a divided India in to one to give it the spirit of one nation.
Krishna did it in Mahabharata.
Vivekananda did it in 19th century.

For me my  religion is the all conquering, all accepting India. You can call me a Hindu. Or with whatever name you want. My hero is the saint who travelled to US to  represent Hinduism at the world parliament of religions carrying a book of Christ. That's my Religion.

My Lord is not Allah or Jesus. Neither Krishna or Buddha. Those are the names we chant. My Lord is in the blessings of a mother,father,sibling,teacher,wishes of a pure hearted friend,...

I quote Rig-Veda and end this.
Let good things come to us from all sides.

Chuku buku

Trains!

At 10 :40 pm on Saturday night at the comfort of my home in Pune, I remember trains. Do I miss home? Or train? I am not sure. It's both. Why am I writing this? Reason is my friend. She writes a beautiful post about her getting in to train and travelling home. She makes me feel about it....Oh my friend..Train...

What a great human invention? Aren't our movies incomplete without iconic train scenes? DDLJ,DIL SE,....Many more.

I have loved travelling on trains. Always. If there was one true love in my life it was train journeys...Be it a sleeper class or a 2 tier AC...Every journey has a story to tell. The people you meet, the vendors you see,the noise,the calmness within the chaos, you will become a yogi if you philosophically think about train journeys.
The journey of life....Slow..Fast..In control and on track. You got to handle it well to reach your destination. What a beautiful thought!

Train journeys are romantic. Movies made us restore our faith in love. Movies like DDLJ of course. But I am referring to my all time favorite movie by Suriya. Varanam Ayiram. The scene where he truly madly deeply falls in love with the heroine. The guitar ,non AC  sleeper coach, rain and a beautiful girl. Every teenager who watched that movie hopelessly wished to fall in love over a train journey..Of course not everyone was a guitarist like the hero. Not every girl that comes on train entertains that....Yet for most part of my Mangalore- Chennai days I carried a violin on my train journey....Just in case. Honestly I never found a girl and always slept on my upper berth and read books.  (don't take this seriously. I was a violin student then and had to carry it.)

Books and chai...Best part of my memories of train journeys. Buying a book in railway station, reading it over the journey just taking breaks for food so that I survive and I have finished many novels in my 14 hour journeys on train.. without sleep. Nostalgic about it.

Oh Girl you just made me write a whole post on train journeys.
Thank you so much my friend.

Birth

It starts with the Feud of the fittest
A fight between the millions
As only the chosen one reaches the destiny
The mark of love between two halves to become one.

The other half waiting in its wings
From times immemorial
To embrace me and create me
As the one to mark the beginning
Of a journey the story you'll hear from me

As I become an entity I  cling to the wall
Waiting to grow my heart my mind and my body
To become a temple for the soul

This is the beginning of a long meditation
In the sanctum sanctorum of creation
As moments pass into hours and hours into days into weeks 

The soul slowly recognises the existence
Of a greater being
As I become one entity and float in the ocean of love wildly kicking the walls that are protecting me I hear her speak to me

The voice of the Unknown
The reason of my existence my universe
I don't know what to call her..
I don't know how long will I be here in her protective temple

As the chord that binds me to her feeds me the nectar of love I wait impatiently hearing the outside noise
To go out and see the world out there
To be freed from this world that has been my existence from day one..

To see her..to feel her protective presence.
To see the mother of my  universe hold me in her hands..

Then the time arrives
My world starts turning upside down
In a battle between what binds me inside her and what frees me I find the way to go outside..the way I came in as a soul.

I hear wild cries from her and in the process of my freedom I lose my senses and all I know now is movement of my body finding its way to freedom

As the lights flash on my face I cry
The cry of freedom achieved from the sanctum sanctorum of creation
As the protective mother holds me tightly and kisses me softly and feeds me the nectar of love I become one with the world..

Open Letter to Arvind Kejriwal and United Opposition parties of India

Respected Chief Minister of Delhi Sri Arvind Kejriwal ji and your pack of supporters in united opposition

I am writing this letter in response to your revolutionary idea of bringing political revolution in India. You had the blessings of Anna Hazare and other anti corruption crusaders when you launched your political party for the common man. You gave an impression of being a change agent and in this age you were a rare educated public servant to quit his secure job and work for the people's cause. Then a strange thing happened. You became the chief minister of a city state with outside support of a party that you considered the biggest reason for corruption in India and you resigned after 49 days. Your vision now was to change India and you wanted to be the prime minister of this country and you fought against Sri Modiji from Varanasi and lost in the election. This led to an honest crusader turned politician get sleepless nights to avenge the loss and you focussed again on Delhi.

Your campaign in Delhi Elections was so great that you won a landslide victory that you termed as a victory against divisive forces and corrupt politicians and people's anger against Modiji. Everyone called you a champion and challenger to Modiji. From then onwards your habit of remaining in news started with constant criticism against the prime minister of India just so that you can remain in news. Your thirst for publicity resulted in negligence of administration and you focussed solely on confrontation  with central government and lieutenant governor neglecting your core voter base-the common man.

The opposition hailed you as a hero and continues to call you so even today because you share a rare gene of opposing anything proposed by central government. Everything was fine until the Uttar Pradesh election results came out. Until then you believed in the power of democracy. But the frustration of Miss Mayavati in UP led to allegations of EVM tampering. Suddenly there was a new hope for you. Your loss in Punjab had to be blamed on someone. There were not enough scapegoats in your party. So you decided to join the pack of ignorant politicians to fight against Election commission.

Mr Chief Minister and your friends in the  opposition, Let's agree Electronic Voting Machines were tampered by the election commission of India and BJP paid them to do so. I am glad you had the vision to understand such a novel concept so clearly. Now I need answers for a few simple questions. Who asked Election commission to tamper with the machines when your dear friend didi Mamtha Bannerjee won land slide victory in West Bengal last year?  Lt Selvi Jayalalitha from Tamil Nadu, Comrade Sri Pinarayi Vijayan in Kerala, Maharaja Captain Amarinder Singh in Punjab,the chief of mahagathabandhan Sri Nitish Kumar in Bihar, and most importantly his highness King of Kings Sri Arvind Kejriwal ji that's you in Delhi Elections. Let's debate openly as to how much was paid by each of you to Election Commission to win your respective elections. Then we can decide how to punish them and teach a lesson to Sri Modiji. I understand that you are an intelligent honest law abiding citizen of India whose integrity is unquestionable(some say your authority too). In your free time when you are free from all your worries please try to answer my question if you understand it.We need more entertainers like you.

Regards
Chyavan Mallya -Aam Aadmi of Bharat Varsh.

Soldier's Monologue

I remember those moist eyes...Full of love...bidding me farewell..
As I started from home...
My journey to neverland...
To protect my motherland...

The long journey....
Full of ups and downs..
Blood and Body...
Fallen Heroes and Breathing Brethren..

We feel alive in the sub zero temperature of these glaciers..
Living every moment...protecting our motherland..
Chanting the name of mother..
"Oh..matha..Give me Strength to serve you more"

As I run through the bodies of fallen heroes..
Shooting madly at the enemy..
An enemy bullet pierces through my heart..
I fall...short of breath..touching my wound..
Still shooting madly with one hand..
Until I black out...

I remember those moist eyes..
Full of love...bidding me farewell..
As I breath my last...
Trying to chant...but failing to complete in my feeble voice..."Maa...

Matters of the heart

Matters of the heart
Better left unsiad

Memories of the melody of that night..
The long walk to the beach..

The dance and the talk...
The song of the waves..

The silent glance..
The killer smile..

You make me go crazy
Every time I hear your voice..

Matters of the heart..
Better left hidden..

The magical gift..
The dramatic romance..
Just like in the movies..

The killing confusion..
Terrible realisation..
Soothing music..

Matters of the heart...
Better left not to repeat..

The pleasant surprise..
Dreamy Eyes..
Monstrous preaching...

Matters of the heart...
Better left to God..

As you continue your pursuit...
As I remain in denial..

There comes the monstrous preacher..
Creating more confusions...

Matters of the heart...
Better left unsaid...

My heart speaks.

My life has never been a cakewalk. In my primary school days I was a topper..in my highschool days because of different reasons I became an average student if acadeic excellence is the parameter of a person's success. After highschool in my pre degree days I became a topper again only to falter in the final hurdle where I gained fourth rank in my college. I came back strongly to secure second rank in graduation. Only to get another average score in my post graduate correspondence course. As you can clearly see I have had a rollercoaster life in terms of success...people around me have always seen me as an idealist and a person with immense potential. But everyone failed to recognise a free spirit within me except my parents and a dear friend. The behaviour of many people around me hurt me deeply and during my low phase I closed down my social window and stopped interacting with anyone who reminded me of negative thinking.

Then I started succeeding again in my typical style...coming back from failures and having a successful streak. This time everything seemed so good that everyone wanted to talk to me and know my future plans. Finally clearing career oriented exams gave me a confidence that I can do anything. People wanted to know when I will get my promotion...in how many years..etc. There I realised again that people measure your success in terms of money and not in terms of your ability to overcome challenges. Then I went on a lone biker journey to Goa to visit old temples and connect myself to my routes. People around me were not satisfied. Some called me a fool and some questioned the very basis of travelling alone. This gave me a realization that there are only a few souls in this world that understand me and I must only concentrate on what they feel and not what others feel. So after eight months of my goan bike trip I went on my second biker trip. This time to Chennai.

The trip was not a joy ride or a journey to connect with my roots. Neither was this trip made to prove a point to anyone. This was a trip to test my ability..to travel alone long distances...driving alone in the heat,dust,cold reaching my destination. This was a test of my character. Unveiling my ability to do anything my heart wants.

I informed no one in Chennai that I was coming in bike. I took a journey of thirteen hours with five short breaks beating the heat,dust and madness of the highway. Once I reached there I met some important friends and well wishers that I had planned and everyone was in awe of the new me. No one had in their wildest dream had thought I ll drive that long a distance within a day and come to Chennai. No one before had seen this side of my personality and the ones who saw have now seen a different person. The return journey took less time and I came back in 11 and half hours.

I came back like a soldier who had conquered his enemies. I had conquered my own enemies. As my bike's name is avenger...I had avenged my enemies..by conquering my own insecurities. This journey is just a beginning. Yet it will always remain as the one that gave me a purpose in my life.

Now that one week is over since I came back I have witnessed a different personality inside me. A dreamer who will go to any extent to achieve his dreams. Now I have decided that enough is enough..I ll not live someone else's life or dream someone's dream anymore... In career and life I ll do what I want to (not arrogantly) but with a gentle touch of authority.

I shall not let my life be a rollercoaster ride again..I shall live for the sake of my dreams..and lead my life the way I want it to be.

My dear detractors who are plenty in number...thank you. Without your discouragement in every stage of my life and  your doubt in my abilities I couldn't have done all this.

I had not planned writing this post. Then I realized, just like I dedicate my success to some people..I need to acknowledge my detractors. Their negativity is the source of my positive energy.

Hope everyone lives happily.