near Lights

when a painter paints black, it doesn't destroy other colora but preserves it within the walls of black. It leaves us to the imagination of subtle, to see us everything possible and not just what painter wanted us to see. It is open, although its been ptotected by black. It is not vision but our intuition that keeps us looking.

And our shadows, that never leaves us. It is what that defines us. Beauty is perception but our shadows leaves us in a perfect notion of reality about itself. All shadows are same, and so we have to see deep within to distinguish a person, which is real self. Black is philosophical identifier, it is a muse of an intelligentsia.

It is the color of vaccuum and also the color of universe. Black hole can stop time and leaves you bewildering in timeless imagination. Deep tunnel tests the stand of hope against time. It is the color in absence of all the color. And when you realize it is most unbiased color that dissolves all the color and , I go and light a small candle and light of that can tear apart the darkness raging from thousands of years in the jungle.

Ramdhari Singh Dinkar - A tribute

Throughout the great classic Rashmirathi, Dinkar seems to hold the view that the Mahabharata war should have been avoided. Wars should not be fought on personal prestige points. Instead, the greater issues of tremendous attendant human suffering and avoidable loss of lives should be more important considerations. Here is a small excerpt from the book, that focuses on the selfish motives behind wars.

वसुधा का नेता कौन हुआ?

भूखण्ड-विजेता कौन हुआ?

अतुलित यश क्रेता कौन हुआ?

नव-धर्म प्रणेता कौन हुआ?

जिसने न कभी आराम किया,

विघ्नों में रहकर नाम किया।

जब विघ्न सामने आते हैं,

सोते से हमें जगाते हैं,

मन को मरोड़ते हैं पल-पल,

तन को झँझोरते हैं पल-पल।

सत्पथ की ओर लगाकर ही,

जाते हैं हमें जगाकर ही।

वाटिका और वन एक नहीं,

आराम और रण एक नहीं।

वर्षा, अंधड़, आतप अखंड,

पौरुष के हैं साधन प्रचण्ड।

वन में प्रसून तो खिलते हैं,

बागों में शाल न मिलते हैं।

कङ्करियाँ जिनकी सेज सुघर,

छाया देता केवल अम्बर,

विपदाएँ दूध पिलाती हैं,

लोरी आँधियाँ सुनाती हैं।

जो लाक्षा-गृह में जलते हैं,

वे ही शूरमा निकलते हैं।

बढ़कर विपत्तियों पर छा जा,

मेरे किशोर! मेरे ताजा!

जीवन का रस छन जाने दे,

तन को पत्थर बन जाने दे।

तू स्वयं तेज भयकारी है,

क्या कर सकती चिनगारी है?

वर्षों तक वन में घूम-घूम,

बाधा-विघ्नों को चूम-चूम,

सह धूप-घाम, पानी-पत्थर,

पांडव आये कुछ और निखर।

सौभाग्य न सब दिन सोता है,

देखें, आगे क्या होता है।

Confluence of two greats : When Einstein Met Tagore

Confluence of  two greats : When Einstein Met Tagore

Collision and convergence in Truth and Beauty at the intersection of science and spirituality.

On July 14, 1930, Albert Einstein welcomed into his home on the outskirts of Berlin the Indian philosopher Rabindranath Tagore. The two proceeded to have one the most stimulating, intellectually riveting conversations in history, exploring the age-old friction between science and religion. Science and the Indian Tradition: When Einstein Met Tagore recounts the historic encounter, amidst a broader discussion of the intellectual renaissance that swept India in the early twentieth century, germinating a curious osmosis of Indian traditions and secular Western scientific doctrine.

The following excerpt from one of Einstein and Tagore’s conversations dances between previously examined definitions of science, beauty, consciousness, and philosophy in a masterful meditation on the most fundamental questions of human existence.

EINSTEIN: Do you believe in the Divine as isolated from the world?

TAGORE: Not isolated. The infinite personality of Man comprehends the Universe. There cannot be anything that cannot be subsumed by the human personality, and this proves that the Truth of the Universe is human Truth.

I have taken a scientific fact to explain this — Matter is composed of protons and electrons, with gaps between them; but matter may seem to be solid. Similarly humanity is composed of individuals, yet they have their interconnection of human relationship, which gives living unity to man’s world. The entire universe is linked up with us in a similar manner, it is a human universe. I have pursued this thought through art, literature and the religious consciousness of man.

EINSTEIN: There are two different conceptions about the nature of the universe: (1) The world as a unity dependent on humanity. (2) The world as a reality independent of the human factor.

TAGORE: When our universe is in harmony with Man, the eternal, we know it as Truth, we feel it as beauty.

EINSTEIN: This is the purely human conception of the universe.

TAGORE: There can be no other conception. This world is a human world — the scientific view of it is also that of the scientific man. There is some standard of reason and enjoyment which gives it Truth, the standard of the Eternal Man whose experiences are through our experiences.

EINSTEIN: This is a realization of the human entity.

TAGORE: Yes, one eternal entity. We have to realize it through our emotions and activities. We realized the Supreme Man who has no individual limitations through our limitations. Science is concerned with that which is not confined to individuals; it is the impersonal human world of Truths. Religion realizes these Truths and links them up with our deeper needs; our individual consciousness of Truth gains universal significance. Religion applies values to Truth, and we know this Truth as good through our own harmony with it.

EINSTEIN: Truth, then, or Beauty is not independent of Man?

TAGORE: No.

EINSTEIN: If there would be no human beings any more, the Apollo of Belvedere would no longer be beautiful.

TAGORE: No.

EINSTEIN: I agree with regard to this conception of Beauty, but not with regard to Truth.

TAGORE: Why not? Truth is realized through man.

EINSTEIN: I cannot prove that my conception is right, but that is my religion.

TAGORE: Beauty is in the ideal of perfect harmony which is in the Universal Being; Truth the perfect comprehension of the Universal Mind. We individuals approach it through our own mistakes and blunders, through our accumulated experiences, through our illumined consciousness — how, otherwise, can we know Truth?

EINSTEIN: I cannot prove scientifically that Truth must be conceived as a Truth that is valid independent of humanity; but I believe it firmly. I believe, for instance, that the Pythagorean theorem in geometry states something that is approximately true, independent of the existence of man. Anyway, if there is a reality independent of man, there is also a Truth relative to this reality; and in the same way the negation of the first engenders a negation of the existence of the latter.

TAGORE: Truth, which is one with the Universal Being, must essentially be human, otherwise whatever we individuals realize as true can never be called truth – at least the Truth which is described as scientific and which only can be reached through the process of logic, in other words, by an organ of thoughts which is human. According to Indian Philosophy there is Brahman, the absolute Truth, which cannot be conceived by the isolation of the individual mind or described by words but can only be realized by completely merging the individual in its infinity. But such a Truth cannot belong to Science. The nature of Truth which we are discussing is an appearance – that is to say, what appears to be true to the human mind and therefore is human, and may be called maya or illusion.

EINSTEIN: So according to your conception, which may be the Indian conception, it is not the illusion of the individual, but of humanity as a whole.

TAGORE: The species also belongs to a unity, to humanity. Therefore the entire human mind realizes Truth; the Indian or the European mind meet in a common realization.

EINSTEIN: The word species is used in German for all human beings, as a matter of fact, even the apes and the frogs would belong to it.

TAGORE: In science we go through the discipline of eliminating the personal limitations of our individual minds and thus reach that comprehension of Truth which is in the mind of the Universal Man.

EINSTEIN: The problem begins whether Truth is independent of our consciousness.

TAGORE: What we call truth lies in the rational harmony between the subjective and objective aspects of reality, both of which belong to the super-personal man.

EINSTEIN: Even in our everyday life we feel compelled to ascribe a reality independent of man to the objects we use. We do this to connect the experiences of our senses in a reasonable way. For instance, if nobody is in this house, yet that table remains where it is.

TAGORE: Yes, it remains outside the individual mind, but not the universal mind. The table which I perceive is perceptible by the same kind of consciousness which I possess.

EINSTEIN: If nobody would be in the house the table would exist all the same — but this is already illegitimate from your point of view — because we cannot explain what it means that the table is there, independently of us.

Our natural point of view in regard to the existence of truth apart from humanity cannot be explained or proved, but it is a belief which nobody can lack — no primitive beings even. We attribute to Truth a super-human objectivity; it is indispensable for us, this reality which is independent of our existence and our experience and our mind — though we cannot say what it means.

TAGORE: Science has proved that the table as a solid object is an appearance and therefore that which the human mind perceives as a table would not exist if that mind were naught. At the same time it must be admitted that the fact, that the ultimate physical reality is nothing but a multitude of separate revolving centres of electric force, also belongs to the human mind.

In the apprehension of Truth there is an eternal conflict between the universal human mind and the same mind confined in the individual. The perpetual process of reconciliation is being carried on in our science, philosophy, in our ethics. In any case, if there be any Truth absolutely unrelated to humanity then for us it is absolutely non-existing.

It is not difficult to imagine a mind to which the sequence of things happens not in space but only in time like the sequence of notes in music. For such a mind such conception of reality is akin to the musical reality in which Pythagorean geometry can have no meaning. There is the reality of paper, infinitely different from the reality of literature. For the kind of mind possessed by the moth which eats that paper literature is absolutely non-existent, yet for Man’s mind literature has a greater value of Truth than the paper itself. In a similar manner if there be some Truth which has no sensuous or rational relation to the human mind, it will ever remain as nothing so long as we remain human beings.

EINSTEIN: Then I am more religious than you are!

TAGORE: My religion is in the reconciliation of the Super-personal Man, the universal human spirit, in my own individual being.

source: brainpicklings.com 

falling in LOVE when even you don't know when...

Love is an emotion of strong affection and personal attachment.[1] Love is also a virtue representing all of human kindness, compassion, and affection; and "the unselfish loyal and benevolent concern for the good of another".[2] Love may also be described as actions towards others (or oneself) based on compassion, or as actions towards others based on affection.[3] 
In English, love refers to a variety of different feelings, states, and attitudes, ranging from pleasure ("I loved that meal") to interpersonal attraction ("I love my partner"). "Love" may refer specifically to the passionate desire and intimacy of romantic love, to the sexual love of eros, to the emotional closeness of familial love, or the platonic love that defines friendship,[4] to the profound oneness or devotion of religious love.[5] This diversity of uses and meanings, combined with the complexity of the feelings involved, makes love unusually difficult to consistently define, even compared to other emotional states. 
Love in its various forms acts as a major facilitator of interpersonal relationships and, owing to its central psychological importance, is one of the most common themes in the creative arts.[6] 
Love may be understood as part of the survival instinct, a function to keep human beings together against menaces and to facilitate the continuation of the species.[7] People with developmental disorders may have a limited or minimal capability of experiencing love.[8][9]

Inner chaos

relentless chorus, limitless chirping
echoes of those asking voice, multiplying
commotion of those outside me,
incessant and interminating

Forsaken me, looking for peace
looked within
a stranded clusters of chaos,
more convoluted and yet mild.

thoughts of me.

Thousands of sparkling suns

Thousands of suns sparkling,

bewildering & distracting.

captivating thoughts, like an endless entangled rings

disastrous, yet enslaving

her image amuse me, 

smiles & more

felicity of air after rain

the caress of waves against the shore.

yet, your words hammered the brittle being

the meaningless, endless, elongated

conversation of the midnight,

feels lamented and yet haunted

Why?

the sensitiveness of regret & happiness,

thousands of suns sparkling

asking and tearing- usual human recourse

This is my first attempt in writing poems. This is about our feelings when we fight/argue/break up with our loved one and thousands of mind boggling ideas comes into our mind. Most of the time, over shadow the thoughts of our happy moments of long period by just formed arguments. We forget, we are humans and we should be prepared to face both. Don't let your long time love overshadowed by some stupid ideas, or else, it never was. 

Diary of a lone traveller

2am, Kuala Lumpur airport at Starbucks, I feel annoyed by the person who came and sat on my table without even asking. Thin and fair complexion, small tufted beard, small eyes and loose clothes and with annoying smile he asked me “Do you mind if I can use your laptop?” I was half sleeping, yawning and bit confused now…and then two hour conversion started.

Working in Malaysia as a supervisor of worker in a construction company for two years now, and he wants to go to Belgium to find his love of live. He is alone for past 3 years and he lives on streets mostly and has a pet street dog which he is going to miss for some months now. He had an illegal entry in KL and things have not been totally fixed yet. He has a police complains registered against him for indulgence in fight. He has never been to Europe or any other countries elsewhere SE Asia. In short he was in all kinds of mess that I would say enough to give a reason for people to feel unhappy and painful about. 

“Pain is important, it makes me feel human.” he said. My mama and dad died in a bus accident. Yes, sometimes I miss them and feel alone, but not lonely. They give me strength to live more. I find no bigger reason to live every day without regrets and without complain. It makes me live more lives every day without worrying what will happen. If live is all about uncertain, which you would agree, why not to make it uncertainly happy.

I was much sad about his situation that he was. Indeed ironical. He explained me about his daily activities. He hates his Job because most of the time he has to sit and watch others work. For him, unimportant things were most important. He likes talking to people, helping the old lady at grocery shop nearby, making graffiti around abandoned walls and his pet dog. “These are some of my very important work, which people think unimportant. I grow with them and feel a rhythm in them.” I was listening. “Most important things in life are those which we consider not-important. It’s like breathing, we don’t care, but it’s vital. We care for office meetings but we fail to meet with our security guards outside; we care for salary but fail in some helping donation. We fail to understand that they are collateral.”

And why are you going to Belgium? “It is about only girl I loved. We were in Philippines and her father was working in the same office with my dad. They moved to Belgium a month before the accident. Though it took me three years to save enough but I am certain of my motives. I’ll meet her and together go to Paris.” he said. What if you could not find her? “I’ll try my best. Even if I couldn’t I’ll have a better travelling experience, chance to explore new places and I’ll have proud feeling that I always tried. Life gives you alternatives but no less.”

I was speechless. That was the first and last time I ever met him. I don’t know if he could meet his love of live. I don’t even remember his name but for me, he remained un-important person who can have some most wonderful experiences.