these lines emerged for one the most mesmerizing eyes...which have came to see...yes..i am talking about u only...now try to find out the similarity...hmmm
Uski aankhen hain chilman jaise,
mujhko dikhaati hai zhalak..
pal bhar bas uske zehen ki....
jo dekhun gaur se, to bas pakad leti hai gustaakhi meri.
uski aankhen hai nargisi..surmayi..
jaise samete ho aasman aur zameen..
jahan bitaana chahtan hu ta-umar apni...
bade saleeke se lagati hai...
wo pehra kajal ka..
jo dekhun gaur se,
to zhatak deti hai, meri nazar apni gardan ki harkat se..
uski aankhen hai meri nazm jaise
jitni asaan, utni gehri..
koi harkat ho to..ishaara karti hai, wapas laut jaane ka..
padh rahi ho..mere ye lafz..shayad..
jhuk jaayen haya se..wo aankhen bhi..shayad..
khatm nahi hoti..ye khubiaan...
so bas adhuri si lagti hai..wo aankhen uski..
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Aloneness and loneliness....
OSHO,
SINCE EACH OF US IS BORN ALONE AND DIES ALONE, AND ALONENESS IS THE
STATE OF OUR BEING, WHAT IS THE FUNCTION OF THE COMMUNE(of sannyasins)?
THE function of the commune is exactly that: to make you aware of your
absolute aloneness.
The family does not allow you that. The family gives you the fallacy
that you have a mother, you have a father, you have a husband, you
have a brother, you have a sister -- that you are not alone.
The society gives you the idea that you are a member of the rotary
club, the lions club; that you belong to this church, to that temple,
to this congregation or that congregation -- that you are not alone.
The society provides you with all kinds of crowds to mingle with. You
are republican, you are democrat, you are liberal -- but you are not
alone, all the republicans are with you.
The function of the commune basically is to destroy all these fictions.
Nobody is with you.
You are alone, and you have to understand that this aloneness is so
precious that you should not lose it.
It does not mean that you cannot relate. It only means that you don't
believe in relationships. Try to see the distinction between the two.
Relating is a flowing river. You can relate, and you can relate only
because you are alone, because you are an individual -- there is
somebody who can relate from your side. And you can relate only to the
person who understands his aloneness, otherwise you cannot relate.
If you know your aloneness, and you fall in love with a woman who does
not know her aloneness, this love is not going to go anywhere. This is
going to be finished sooner that you can imagine, because the woman is
asking for a relationship. The person who is lonely is asking for a
relationship: "Fill the gap, I am lonely. Be part of my being."
But a person who is alone knows that neither can you fill anybody's
gap, nor can anybody else fill your gap.
You can meet, but you will remain two alonenesses.
And it is beautiful that two alonenesses can meet, two individuals can
meet, but the meeting cannot be made solid, concrete. It cannot be
reduced to a relationship, it will remain a relating. It will always
remain a changing flux, a movement, because the other person is
changing and you are changing. You are not statistical -- though
that's what people expect.
When two persons get married, both are getting married to a certain
image which is going to change tomorrow. The woman you have married is
not going to be the same tomorrow. She is alive, she is growing, she
is moving -- tomorrow will be tomorrow. But if you expect her to
remain stuck here, at the moment when you signed the register in the
court, you are trying to stop the clock.
But even if you stop the clock... your clock is not running the time.
Both will carry the image stuck in their minds, and they would like
you to go on fulfilling that image. If you in some way differ from
that image, then you are deceiving, cheating. Nobody can fulfill that
image, it is impossible, it is against nature.
The function of the commune is to give you the opportunity to be
together, without any relationship.
It gives you the opportunity to relate to people without getting
fettered to people.
It gives you the opportunity to know others, feel others, but without
any bargain, without any bondage, without any imprisonment.
You remain you, the other remains the other.
It is good if we meet today, it is a joy to be together, but if it is
not going to happen tomorrow then there is no need to go on weeping
for the spilled milk. It is pointless. Perhaps this meeting was meant
to be only for this time.
You remain a stranger, the other remains a stranger, and you don't
reduce each other into acquaintances.
The strangeness is absolute, indestructible.
So the commune is not another society. It is not providing you with a
society, a club, a congregation, a party, no. It is simply providing
you a space, and an understanding that all these people are lonely,
just as you are. But don't try to fill it, because if you try to fill
it, you are trying to do something against nature and you will be
miserable. Hence, don't think in terms of loneliness; better to think
in terms of aloneness.
And to be alone is so beautiful; untrespassed, nobody trampling on
you, you are left to be yourself and you leave others to be
themselves. Yes, once in a while you meet....
India has produced a few great geniuses in this century; one of them
was Rabindranath Tagore. I love one of his novels -- The Last Poem is
the name of the novel. There are two persons: one, a young man, a
poet, a philosopher -- he actually says what Rabindranath would like
to say, he represents Rabindranath -- and a woman who is in need of
relationship. She is continually harassing him about marriage. And
particularly in India, if one woman and a man are even seen walking
together, that is enough for a scandal. They might not be doing
anything, but just walking together and it is enough for a scandal;
the whole town will be agog, and so many stories will start springing
up from nowhere. And of course the woman suffers more because
everywhere people start pointing at her.
So she was desperate. She was saying, "Why do you go on postponing? --
you love me, you want to be with me. If you don't love me, I will not
force you."
And the man says, "I love you, that's why I am not going to marry
you." Now, this is very difficult for the woman. If she had been from
my commune she would have understood. But what kind of statement is
this? -- "Because I love you I cannot marry you." But she goes on and
on, so he says, "I will marry you on one condition."
They are sitting on the bank of a lake. He says, "I will make my house
on this side of the lake and you make your house on the other side of
the lake. Once in a while, walking, perhaps we may meet. Once in a
while, perhaps I may knock on your door or you may knock on my door.
Once in a while, perhaps I am in a boat and you are also in a boat,
and we meet on the lake. But it always has to be without any
prearrangement. It has not to be a dating. I will never inform you
that I am coming, you will never inform me that you are coming. I will
marry you on this condition only. For a few days we may not be able to
see each other. You will never ask me,'Where have you been?' We will
never interfere in each other's freedom. We will remain as strangers,
as we are now."
The woman said, "Then what is the purpose of marriage?" Naturally she
cannot understand what is the purpose of the marriage.
The purpose of marriage is to be on each other's head twenty-four
hours a day. The purpose of marriage is to destroy each other in the
name of love; to nag, harass, fight. The man is suggesting exactly the
right thing: "It will be a great joy suddenly seeing you on the
lake... I will not be expecting it. Unexpectedly, I will find you in
the jungle by the side of the lake...." Just to think of that
unexpected moment is relating. There is no relationship.
He cannot send a message, "You have to come tonight because you are my
wife, otherwise I am going to court." In fact the husband cannot say
to the wife, "You sleep in the other room." That is enough to create
trouble. The wife cannot say to the husband, "You cannot sleep in my
bed." That is enough for trouble, because we have completely forgotten
a simple thing, our aloneness. And we are trying to forget it as much
as possible -- the very idea should be dropped.
But aloneness is a natural phenomenon. And there is nothing painful
about it.
When you know it, it is the greatest bliss.
The function of the commune is to give you the space, to give you the
understanding, to give you the feel of aloneness, and the experience
of relating without getting into relationship.
SINCE EACH OF US IS BORN ALONE AND DIES ALONE, AND ALONENESS IS THE
STATE OF OUR BEING, WHAT IS THE FUNCTION OF THE COMMUNE(of sannyasins)?
THE function of the commune is exactly that: to make you aware of your
absolute aloneness.
The family does not allow you that. The family gives you the fallacy
that you have a mother, you have a father, you have a husband, you
have a brother, you have a sister -- that you are not alone.
The society gives you the idea that you are a member of the rotary
club, the lions club; that you belong to this church, to that temple,
to this congregation or that congregation -- that you are not alone.
The society provides you with all kinds of crowds to mingle with. You
are republican, you are democrat, you are liberal -- but you are not
alone, all the republicans are with you.
The function of the commune basically is to destroy all these fictions.
Nobody is with you.
You are alone, and you have to understand that this aloneness is so
precious that you should not lose it.
It does not mean that you cannot relate. It only means that you don't
believe in relationships. Try to see the distinction between the two.
Relating is a flowing river. You can relate, and you can relate only
because you are alone, because you are an individual -- there is
somebody who can relate from your side. And you can relate only to the
person who understands his aloneness, otherwise you cannot relate.
If you know your aloneness, and you fall in love with a woman who does
not know her aloneness, this love is not going to go anywhere. This is
going to be finished sooner that you can imagine, because the woman is
asking for a relationship. The person who is lonely is asking for a
relationship: "Fill the gap, I am lonely. Be part of my being."
But a person who is alone knows that neither can you fill anybody's
gap, nor can anybody else fill your gap.
You can meet, but you will remain two alonenesses.
And it is beautiful that two alonenesses can meet, two individuals can
meet, but the meeting cannot be made solid, concrete. It cannot be
reduced to a relationship, it will remain a relating. It will always
remain a changing flux, a movement, because the other person is
changing and you are changing. You are not statistical -- though
that's what people expect.
When two persons get married, both are getting married to a certain
image which is going to change tomorrow. The woman you have married is
not going to be the same tomorrow. She is alive, she is growing, she
is moving -- tomorrow will be tomorrow. But if you expect her to
remain stuck here, at the moment when you signed the register in the
court, you are trying to stop the clock.
But even if you stop the clock... your clock is not running the time.
Both will carry the image stuck in their minds, and they would like
you to go on fulfilling that image. If you in some way differ from
that image, then you are deceiving, cheating. Nobody can fulfill that
image, it is impossible, it is against nature.
The function of the commune is to give you the opportunity to be
together, without any relationship.
It gives you the opportunity to relate to people without getting
fettered to people.
It gives you the opportunity to know others, feel others, but without
any bargain, without any bondage, without any imprisonment.
You remain you, the other remains the other.
It is good if we meet today, it is a joy to be together, but if it is
not going to happen tomorrow then there is no need to go on weeping
for the spilled milk. It is pointless. Perhaps this meeting was meant
to be only for this time.
You remain a stranger, the other remains a stranger, and you don't
reduce each other into acquaintances.
The strangeness is absolute, indestructible.
So the commune is not another society. It is not providing you with a
society, a club, a congregation, a party, no. It is simply providing
you a space, and an understanding that all these people are lonely,
just as you are. But don't try to fill it, because if you try to fill
it, you are trying to do something against nature and you will be
miserable. Hence, don't think in terms of loneliness; better to think
in terms of aloneness.
And to be alone is so beautiful; untrespassed, nobody trampling on
you, you are left to be yourself and you leave others to be
themselves. Yes, once in a while you meet....
India has produced a few great geniuses in this century; one of them
was Rabindranath Tagore. I love one of his novels -- The Last Poem is
the name of the novel. There are two persons: one, a young man, a
poet, a philosopher -- he actually says what Rabindranath would like
to say, he represents Rabindranath -- and a woman who is in need of
relationship. She is continually harassing him about marriage. And
particularly in India, if one woman and a man are even seen walking
together, that is enough for a scandal. They might not be doing
anything, but just walking together and it is enough for a scandal;
the whole town will be agog, and so many stories will start springing
up from nowhere. And of course the woman suffers more because
everywhere people start pointing at her.
So she was desperate. She was saying, "Why do you go on postponing? --
you love me, you want to be with me. If you don't love me, I will not
force you."
And the man says, "I love you, that's why I am not going to marry
you." Now, this is very difficult for the woman. If she had been from
my commune she would have understood. But what kind of statement is
this? -- "Because I love you I cannot marry you." But she goes on and
on, so he says, "I will marry you on one condition."
They are sitting on the bank of a lake. He says, "I will make my house
on this side of the lake and you make your house on the other side of
the lake. Once in a while, walking, perhaps we may meet. Once in a
while, perhaps I may knock on your door or you may knock on my door.
Once in a while, perhaps I am in a boat and you are also in a boat,
and we meet on the lake. But it always has to be without any
prearrangement. It has not to be a dating. I will never inform you
that I am coming, you will never inform me that you are coming. I will
marry you on this condition only. For a few days we may not be able to
see each other. You will never ask me,'Where have you been?' We will
never interfere in each other's freedom. We will remain as strangers,
as we are now."
The woman said, "Then what is the purpose of marriage?" Naturally she
cannot understand what is the purpose of the marriage.
The purpose of marriage is to be on each other's head twenty-four
hours a day. The purpose of marriage is to destroy each other in the
name of love; to nag, harass, fight. The man is suggesting exactly the
right thing: "It will be a great joy suddenly seeing you on the
lake... I will not be expecting it. Unexpectedly, I will find you in
the jungle by the side of the lake...." Just to think of that
unexpected moment is relating. There is no relationship.
He cannot send a message, "You have to come tonight because you are my
wife, otherwise I am going to court." In fact the husband cannot say
to the wife, "You sleep in the other room." That is enough to create
trouble. The wife cannot say to the husband, "You cannot sleep in my
bed." That is enough for trouble, because we have completely forgotten
a simple thing, our aloneness. And we are trying to forget it as much
as possible -- the very idea should be dropped.
But aloneness is a natural phenomenon. And there is nothing painful
about it.
When you know it, it is the greatest bliss.
The function of the commune is to give you the space, to give you the
understanding, to give you the feel of aloneness, and the experience
of relating without getting into relationship.
Wo shaam kuch ajeeb thi....
A friend of mine has requested me to go for the translations of the songs..i hope i have found my first true reader...so i have tried to justice with this famous song of Gulzar..the tranlations are in italics..
vo shaam kuchh ajiib thii, ye shaam bhii ajiib hai
vo kal bhii paas paas thii, vo aaj bhii kariib hai
That evening was strange...this evening is even more,
that one was closer as it is now...
the thoughts which are running in me..i owe them to that evening..
which dawned on me like a mystery...greater that the thoughts itself.
jhukii huii nigaah me.n, kahii.n meraa Kayaal thaa
dabii dabii ha.Nsii.n me.n ik, hasiin saa savaal thaa
those eyes which were dipping low..i could see my persona..
the smile which was jus visible..was laden with a serene qusetion...
your eyes were asking me a question..which i have no answer..
even if had one..i would rather be quiet..
mai.n sochataa thaa, meraa naam gunagunaa rahii hai vo
na jaane kyuu.N lagaa mujhe, ke muskuraa rahii hai vo
vo shaam kuchh ajiib thii ...
I still think..she has my name in her songs..
i dont know why i felt...she still smiles thinking me..
thats why...that evening was strange...
meraa Kayaal hai.n abhii, jhukii huii nigaah me.n
khulii huii ha.Nsii bhii hai, dabii huii sii chaah me.n
mai.n jaanataa huu.N, meraa naam gunagunaa rahii hai vo
yahii Kayaal hai mujhe, ke saath aa rahii hai vo
those mesemerizing eyes have still thoughts of mine...
in laughter which is free like breeze...in desires..deep like oceans
I still think..she has my name in her songs..
i dont know why i felt...she still lingers for me..
vo shaam kuchh ajiib thii, ye shaam bhii ajiib hai
vo kal bhii paas paas thii, vo aaj bhii kariib hai
That evening was strange...this evening is even more,
that one was closer as it is now...
vo shaam kuchh ajiib thii, ye shaam bhii ajiib hai
vo kal bhii paas paas thii, vo aaj bhii kariib hai
That evening was strange...this evening is even more,
that one was closer as it is now...
the thoughts which are running in me..i owe them to that evening..
which dawned on me like a mystery...greater that the thoughts itself.
jhukii huii nigaah me.n, kahii.n meraa Kayaal thaa
dabii dabii ha.Nsii.n me.n ik, hasiin saa savaal thaa
those eyes which were dipping low..i could see my persona..
the smile which was jus visible..was laden with a serene qusetion...
your eyes were asking me a question..which i have no answer..
even if had one..i would rather be quiet..
mai.n sochataa thaa, meraa naam gunagunaa rahii hai vo
na jaane kyuu.N lagaa mujhe, ke muskuraa rahii hai vo
vo shaam kuchh ajiib thii ...
I still think..she has my name in her songs..
i dont know why i felt...she still smiles thinking me..
thats why...that evening was strange...
meraa Kayaal hai.n abhii, jhukii huii nigaah me.n
khulii huii ha.Nsii bhii hai, dabii huii sii chaah me.n
mai.n jaanataa huu.N, meraa naam gunagunaa rahii hai vo
yahii Kayaal hai mujhe, ke saath aa rahii hai vo
those mesemerizing eyes have still thoughts of mine...
in laughter which is free like breeze...in desires..deep like oceans
I still think..she has my name in her songs..
i dont know why i felt...she still lingers for me..
vo shaam kuchh ajiib thii, ye shaam bhii ajiib hai
vo kal bhii paas paas thii, vo aaj bhii kariib hai
That evening was strange...this evening is even more,
that one was closer as it is now...
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Dekhaa huaa saa kuchh hai to sochaa huaa saa kuchh
Today i have returned to my old love...hmmm....that is poetry...so as i was surfing for that i found a very thoughtful piece by NIDA FAZLI. I am representing it as it is....so enjoy
dekhaa huaa saa kuchh hai to sochaa huaa saa kuchh
har vaqt mere saath hai ulajhaa huaa saa kuchh
hotaa hai yuu.N bhii raastaa khulataa nahii.n kahii.n
ja.ngal-saa phail jaataa hai khoyaa huaa saa kuchh
saahil kii gilii ret par bachcho.n ke khel-saa
har lamhaa mujh me.n banataa bikharataa huaa saa kuchh
[saahil=shore; giilii=wet; lamhaa=moment]
fursat ne aaj ghar ko sajaayaa kuchh is tarah
har shay se muskuraataa hai rotaa huaa saa kuchh
[fursat=leisure; shay=object/thing]
dhu.Ndhalii sii ek yaad kisii qabr kaa diyaa
aur mere aas-paas chamkataa huaa saa kuchh
[qabr=grave]
dekhaa huaa saa kuchh hai to sochaa huaa saa kuchh
har vaqt mere saath hai ulajhaa huaa saa kuchh
hotaa hai yuu.N bhii raastaa khulataa nahii.n kahii.n
ja.ngal-saa phail jaataa hai khoyaa huaa saa kuchh
saahil kii gilii ret par bachcho.n ke khel-saa
har lamhaa mujh me.n banataa bikharataa huaa saa kuchh
[saahil=shore; giilii=wet; lamhaa=moment]
fursat ne aaj ghar ko sajaayaa kuchh is tarah
har shay se muskuraataa hai rotaa huaa saa kuchh
[fursat=leisure; shay=object/thing]
dhu.Ndhalii sii ek yaad kisii qabr kaa diyaa
aur mere aas-paas chamkataa huaa saa kuchh
[qabr=grave]
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Being a woman....
I found this article while reading The Book Of Secrets by OSHO. The intresting thing is that i also think on some what the same lines.
Man and woman are not only physically different, they are psychologically different. Sex is not only a difference in the body; it is a difference in psychologies also.
A feminine mind means receptivity -- total receptivity, surrender, love.
A disciple needs a feminine psychology; otherwise he will not be able to learn. You can ask, but if you are not open then you cannot be answered. You can ask a question and still remain closed.
Then the answer cannot penetrate you. Your doors are closed; you are dead. You are not open.
A feminine receptivity means a womb-like receptivity in the inner depth, so that you can receive. And not only that -- much more is implied. A woman is not only receiving
something, the moment she receives it, it becomes a part of her body. A child is received.
A woman conceives; the moment there is conception, the child has become part of the
feminine body. It is not alien, it is not foreign. It has been absorbed. Now the child will live not as something added to the mother, but just as a part, just as the mother. And the child is not only received: the feminine body becomes creative; the child begins to grow.
Aggressiveness is the way of a man, and surrender is the way of a woman. But being incomplete men and women, as most of us are, no man is capable of being fully aggressive and no woman is capable of being surrendered. And that is why, when two
incomplete man and woman relate with each other, their relationship is paluged by struggle and strife.
Woman is passive; passive waiting is her way. She cannot be aggressive; she is very receptive. She has not only a womb in her body, even her mind is like a womb too.
The English word woman, wo-man, is very meaningful; Woman's whole makeup is receptive.Woman's receptivity turns into waiting and man's aggressively into search, into exploration.
It is interesting to note that woman never takes the initiative in proposing love to a man, she always recieves proposals from man.
Another beauty of feminine love is that it never says a straight forward yes when the man a woman loves comes to propose his love to her. While verbally she says no-which means yes she says yes with her silent gestures, with her whole being turned into love.
A disciple needs a womb-like receptivity. Whatsoever is received is not to be gathered as dead knowledge. It must grow in you; it must become blood and bones in you. It must become a part, now. It must grow! This growth will change you, will transform you -- the receiver. That is why tantra uses this device. Every treatise starts with Devi asking a question and Shiva replying to it. Devi is Shiva's consort, his feminine part.
One thing more.... Now modern psychology, depth psychology particularly, says that
man is both man and woman. No one is just male and no one is just female; everyone is
bi-sexual. Both sexes are there. This is a very recent research in the West, but for tantra this has been one of the most basic concepts for thousands of years. You must have seen some pictures of Shiva as ARDHANARISHWAR -- half man, half woman. There is no other concept like it in the whole history of man. Shiva is depicted as half man, half woman
Man and woman are not only physically different, they are psychologically different. Sex is not only a difference in the body; it is a difference in psychologies also.
A feminine mind means receptivity -- total receptivity, surrender, love.
A disciple needs a feminine psychology; otherwise he will not be able to learn. You can ask, but if you are not open then you cannot be answered. You can ask a question and still remain closed.
Then the answer cannot penetrate you. Your doors are closed; you are dead. You are not open.
A feminine receptivity means a womb-like receptivity in the inner depth, so that you can receive. And not only that -- much more is implied. A woman is not only receiving
something, the moment she receives it, it becomes a part of her body. A child is received.
A woman conceives; the moment there is conception, the child has become part of the
feminine body. It is not alien, it is not foreign. It has been absorbed. Now the child will live not as something added to the mother, but just as a part, just as the mother. And the child is not only received: the feminine body becomes creative; the child begins to grow.
Aggressiveness is the way of a man, and surrender is the way of a woman. But being incomplete men and women, as most of us are, no man is capable of being fully aggressive and no woman is capable of being surrendered. And that is why, when two
incomplete man and woman relate with each other, their relationship is paluged by struggle and strife.
Woman is passive; passive waiting is her way. She cannot be aggressive; she is very receptive. She has not only a womb in her body, even her mind is like a womb too.
The English word woman, wo-man, is very meaningful; Woman's whole makeup is receptive.Woman's receptivity turns into waiting and man's aggressively into search, into exploration.
It is interesting to note that woman never takes the initiative in proposing love to a man, she always recieves proposals from man.
Another beauty of feminine love is that it never says a straight forward yes when the man a woman loves comes to propose his love to her. While verbally she says no-which means yes she says yes with her silent gestures, with her whole being turned into love.
A disciple needs a womb-like receptivity. Whatsoever is received is not to be gathered as dead knowledge. It must grow in you; it must become blood and bones in you. It must become a part, now. It must grow! This growth will change you, will transform you -- the receiver. That is why tantra uses this device. Every treatise starts with Devi asking a question and Shiva replying to it. Devi is Shiva's consort, his feminine part.
One thing more.... Now modern psychology, depth psychology particularly, says that
man is both man and woman. No one is just male and no one is just female; everyone is
bi-sexual. Both sexes are there. This is a very recent research in the West, but for tantra this has been one of the most basic concepts for thousands of years. You must have seen some pictures of Shiva as ARDHANARISHWAR -- half man, half woman. There is no other concept like it in the whole history of man. Shiva is depicted as half man, half woman
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
The Mask....
The reason i have written this post lies somewhere in the previous post...sometimes what u wana
get is different all together what u actually gets...confusing na...dats y i have tried to
put my word through this touching song...
Aye dil, dil ki duniya mein
Aisa haal bhi hota hai
Baahar koi hansta hai
Andar koi rota hai
Aye dil, koi pehchaana nahin
Kisi ne yeh maana nahin
Kisi ne yeh jaana nahin
Kisi ko bataana nahin
Dard chhupa hai kahan
Aye dil, dil ki duniya mein
Aisa haal bhi hota hai
Baahar koi hansta hai
Andar koi rota hai
O heart, your ways are strange...
sometimes u have the happiness covered in the guise of deep sadness...
o heart, nobody has identified it yet,
nobody has acknowledged it yet...
nobody knows it yet..
and nobody should get to know..where lies the pain..
Seene mein uthte hai armaan aise
Dariya mein aate hai toofan jaise
Kabhi kabhi khud hi maajhi
Kashti ko dubota hai
Aye dil, dil ki duniya mein
Aisa haal bhi hota hai
Baahar koi hansta hai
Andar koi rota hai
There are storms raging in my heart...
storms which belong to vast seas..
i dnt why sometimes..u urself want to drown...
ya...i still fail to understand why sometimes..
knowing the consequences want to go to the unknown...
Hogi kisi ko pehchaan kaise
Pyaar mein hote hain kurbaan kaise
Humko yeh maaloom na tha
Pyaar bhi ek samjhauta hai
How can one get to know...
how to give away in love..
I was all wrong when i didnt took..
the love to be an agreement..
ofcourse...its the mutual consent of two souls..
itz not about only two bodies meeting..
but actually the two..dancing to a cosmic rythm..
but still...the way goes through the bodies..
Aye dil, dil ki duniya mein
Aisa haal bhi hota hai
Baahar koi hansta hai
Andar koi rota hai
Aye dil, koi pehchaana nahin
Kisi ne yeh maana nahin
Kisi ne yeh jaana nahin
Kisi ko bataana nahin
Dard chhupa hai kahan
O heart, your ways are strange...
sometimes u have the happiness covered in the guise of deep sadness...
o heart, nobody has identified it yet,
nobody has acknowledged it yet...
nobody knows it yet..
and nobody should get to know..where lies the pain..
hmm..thats the tick..i keep on playing..
with myself...
"sometimes the most laughing face is hiding the most painful heart"
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Lonely island....
Today I have realized a fundamental lesson of life..that too not by a stranger but by a person who i though
belong to me..
why a person tries to make a bond..jus to feel comfortable and to avoid day-to-day difficulty
and wat when the bond itself becomes a pain..isnt it better to leave the bond as it was
and become more alert in making the new ones..
may be this way one might end up in becoming a lonely island..but a calm and lonely na..
no doubts there will be sound..but dat too of sea and not of the inhabitants..
dats what i wana become..
tanhayion ki dhoop mein lamhey pighal gaye
humne zubaan kholi tu alfaaz jal gaye
tha band khirkiyoon k peechy khushbuoon ka dar
jhonky hawa k aye tu mosam badal gaye
barsa hy ankh se sawan kuch is tarhaan
jo khusk hogaye thy woh darya ubal gaye
ta umar jang larta raha tishna labi se mein
pani ager piya tu mere honth jal gaye.
Golden days....
U know...aaj dil thoda udaas tha..bcz an important phase in our lives has passed like..sand from hands..bas phir haath ruk nai sake..likhne ko bahut kuch tha...par...
aaj khatm ho gya..
ek kissa jo sabse lazeez tha..
itne khwabon, khwahishon ke beech bhi, dil ke kareeb tha..
is kisse main, kabhi khub hansa main,
aur kabhi roya ji-bharkar..
har roz, subah ke saath..
bhagam-bhag main kuch-n-kuch bhool jana,
kabhi koi notebook, kabhi koi pen,
to kabhi kabhi to so kar uthna hi..
to kabhi kisi din...
neend aankhon se sadiyon door hoti,
aur phir jo aankh lagti..wo exam likhte hue hi..
na jaane kitni baar choda maine
wahi sawaal jo aata tha khaas mujhe...
kabhi na socha tha..aage ki aur..
bas jee rha tha...usi ek kisse me.
koi hansi..pichkaari ki tarah chuuti
aur phata gubbaara thahaaka ka...
phir dekhne layak hoti teacher ki khisyaati-si surat..
aur na jaane kitne gud-gudaate lamhe chip gaye hain..
man ke andheron me..
jo nikalenge kisi udaas shaam me..
Coffee..ki naram chuskiyon me..
aaj khatm ho gya..
ek kissa jo sabse lazeez tha..
itne khwabon, khwahishon ke beech bhi, dil ke kareeb tha..
is kisse main, kabhi khub hansa main,
aur kabhi roya ji-bharkar..
har roz, subah ke saath..
bhagam-bhag main kuch-n-kuch bhool jana,
kabhi koi notebook, kabhi koi pen,
to kabhi kabhi to so kar uthna hi..
to kabhi kisi din...
neend aankhon se sadiyon door hoti,
aur phir jo aankh lagti..wo exam likhte hue hi..
na jaane kitni baar choda maine
wahi sawaal jo aata tha khaas mujhe...
kabhi na socha tha..aage ki aur..
bas jee rha tha...usi ek kisse me.
koi hansi..pichkaari ki tarah chuuti
aur phata gubbaara thahaaka ka...
phir dekhne layak hoti teacher ki khisyaati-si surat..
aur na jaane kitne gud-gudaate lamhe chip gaye hain..
man ke andheron me..
jo nikalenge kisi udaas shaam me..
Coffee..ki naram chuskiyon me..
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
THE PSYCHOLOGY OF CONDEMNATION
A few posts back, one of my friends was giggling about an article on gossiping, here i have found another gem from OSHO about condemnation or simply back-biting.
THE PSYCHOLOGY OF CONDEMNATION is cheap psychology, an easy way out. Your "genius" will be proven by it. And there is no cost.... There is no cost at all. There is no need to go anywhere to learn. There is no need for satsang. This is why EVERYONE IS SKILLFUL AT CONDEMNING.
You find people everywhere enjoying the mood of condemnation. Who knows, why did those who numbered the nine rasas, the nine dramatic moods, leave out the mood of condemnation? All the other moods come only now and again, THE MOOD OF CONDEMNATION COMES TO PEOPLE EVERY DAY, FROM MORNING TILL NIGHT. You read the newspaper to enjoy the feeling of condemnation. When someone is being condemned, you immediately cock your ears and start listening. If someone comes and says that the neighbor's woman has eloped with someone, how attentive you become! Your attention is so focused in that moment that you forget all matters of the world. You start digging, asking, "Say something more, tell what happened next. Elaborate a little, don't make it so brief. Where were they eloping to, tell the whole story before you go. Sit down and have some tea." You roll out the red carpet.
WHEREVER YOU NOTICE CONDEMNATION HAPPENING YOU ENJOY. You enjoy because another person is being made small and in his becoming smaller you inwardly experience that, "I am bigger." This is why if a beggar slips and falls on a banana peel on the street there is not so much enjoyment as when an emperor slips and falls on a banana peel. The heart becomes happy....
If some emperor slips and falls, how happy the mind becomes. When you hear the news that the prime minister or the president has been caught doing some illegal activity, how the joy of condemnation spreads. What's the point? Why should anyone be concerned with it? If the prime minister has fallen in love with some woman, enough! --as if a very rare incident has occurred. So much interest spreads, people become so eager. This tells only one thing about what is inside you, indicates only one thing, that YOU WERE WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO GET CAUGHT, to fall somewhere, for a foot to slip on a banana peel, for him to fall flat. This was your heart's desire.
This is why people become eager and excited to remove someone from power when he has been in office for four or five years. It is too long, this man must fall. THEN TRIVIAL THINGS ARE BLOWN OUT OF PROPORTION AND SPREAD AROUND. And people are ready to believe them.
Have you noticed something strange, IF YOU PRAISE SOMEONE NO ONE IS READY TO LISTEN, NO ONE IS READY TO ACCEPT IT. If you say, "Look at such and such person. He has become a great being." They will say, "We have seen all these great souls, these mahatmas! There is no great soul, nor has there ever been. It's all deception. Some trick is happening. Just wait, stop a little, when he is caught you will know. We have seen many falling."
But if someone says to you that such and such person is stealing, such and such person is deceiving, such and such person has taken a bribe you will never deny it saying, "No-no, how could it be?" You will immediately agree, as if you had already known it. WE HAVE ACCEPTED THAT EXCEPT OURSELVES, PEOPLE ARE ALL BAD. Some have been found out; others have not been found out and will be sometime. But except for us, all people are bad. This is our preconceived belief. Whatever supports our preconceived belief, we agree with immediately....
IT IS CONDEMNATION THAT INFLATES YOUR EGO. This is why people praise very reluctantly -- they do it very unwillingly, as if compelled. They do it when there is something to get by praising. This is why superficially they praise, but beneath they are taking revenge....
In the world whenever someone's downfall happens, people share great comfort, much lightness comes. PEOPLE ARE WAITING FOR SOMEONE'S CHARACTER TO BE CORRUPTED. They are greatly supporting it.
To create character is very difficult. To bring dignity to one's life is difficult, to bring greatness is difficult. BUT IF YOU WANT TO TAKE AWAY SOMEONE'S GREATNESS, IT IS EASY TO SPREAD AND INFLATE RUMORS ABOUT HIM. The more you talk badly of him the more you feel good inside. This is the psychology of condemnation -- it is the shadow of ego and the nourishment of ego also.
OSHO
THE PSYCHOLOGY OF CONDEMNATION is cheap psychology, an easy way out. Your "genius" will be proven by it. And there is no cost.... There is no cost at all. There is no need to go anywhere to learn. There is no need for satsang. This is why EVERYONE IS SKILLFUL AT CONDEMNING.
You find people everywhere enjoying the mood of condemnation. Who knows, why did those who numbered the nine rasas, the nine dramatic moods, leave out the mood of condemnation? All the other moods come only now and again, THE MOOD OF CONDEMNATION COMES TO PEOPLE EVERY DAY, FROM MORNING TILL NIGHT. You read the newspaper to enjoy the feeling of condemnation. When someone is being condemned, you immediately cock your ears and start listening. If someone comes and says that the neighbor's woman has eloped with someone, how attentive you become! Your attention is so focused in that moment that you forget all matters of the world. You start digging, asking, "Say something more, tell what happened next. Elaborate a little, don't make it so brief. Where were they eloping to, tell the whole story before you go. Sit down and have some tea." You roll out the red carpet.
WHEREVER YOU NOTICE CONDEMNATION HAPPENING YOU ENJOY. You enjoy because another person is being made small and in his becoming smaller you inwardly experience that, "I am bigger." This is why if a beggar slips and falls on a banana peel on the street there is not so much enjoyment as when an emperor slips and falls on a banana peel. The heart becomes happy....
If some emperor slips and falls, how happy the mind becomes. When you hear the news that the prime minister or the president has been caught doing some illegal activity, how the joy of condemnation spreads. What's the point? Why should anyone be concerned with it? If the prime minister has fallen in love with some woman, enough! --as if a very rare incident has occurred. So much interest spreads, people become so eager. This tells only one thing about what is inside you, indicates only one thing, that YOU WERE WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO GET CAUGHT, to fall somewhere, for a foot to slip on a banana peel, for him to fall flat. This was your heart's desire.
This is why people become eager and excited to remove someone from power when he has been in office for four or five years. It is too long, this man must fall. THEN TRIVIAL THINGS ARE BLOWN OUT OF PROPORTION AND SPREAD AROUND. And people are ready to believe them.
Have you noticed something strange, IF YOU PRAISE SOMEONE NO ONE IS READY TO LISTEN, NO ONE IS READY TO ACCEPT IT. If you say, "Look at such and such person. He has become a great being." They will say, "We have seen all these great souls, these mahatmas! There is no great soul, nor has there ever been. It's all deception. Some trick is happening. Just wait, stop a little, when he is caught you will know. We have seen many falling."
But if someone says to you that such and such person is stealing, such and such person is deceiving, such and such person has taken a bribe you will never deny it saying, "No-no, how could it be?" You will immediately agree, as if you had already known it. WE HAVE ACCEPTED THAT EXCEPT OURSELVES, PEOPLE ARE ALL BAD. Some have been found out; others have not been found out and will be sometime. But except for us, all people are bad. This is our preconceived belief. Whatever supports our preconceived belief, we agree with immediately....
IT IS CONDEMNATION THAT INFLATES YOUR EGO. This is why people praise very reluctantly -- they do it very unwillingly, as if compelled. They do it when there is something to get by praising. This is why superficially they praise, but beneath they are taking revenge....
In the world whenever someone's downfall happens, people share great comfort, much lightness comes. PEOPLE ARE WAITING FOR SOMEONE'S CHARACTER TO BE CORRUPTED. They are greatly supporting it.
To create character is very difficult. To bring dignity to one's life is difficult, to bring greatness is difficult. BUT IF YOU WANT TO TAKE AWAY SOMEONE'S GREATNESS, IT IS EASY TO SPREAD AND INFLATE RUMORS ABOUT HIM. The more you talk badly of him the more you feel good inside. This is the psychology of condemnation -- it is the shadow of ego and the nourishment of ego also.
OSHO
Monday, December 8, 2008
A celebration of Love...
These days this song is echoing in my ears.Very well sung by Pankaj Udhaas.
It aptly captures the spirit of a Belle mad in love for her beloved, but if carefully givena thought it is equally applicable to all of us,
who are in the charisma called LOVE..
Mohe aayi na jag se laaj
Main itna zor se naachi aaj, ki ghungroo toot gaye
Mohe aayi na jag se laaj
Main itna zor se naachi aaj, ki ghungroo toot gaye
Ki ghungroo toot gaye, ki ghungroo toot gaye, ki ghungroo toot gaye
Today I feel no shame for this world,
I danced so deeply, that my anklets have given up...
Simply this belle has become the dance itself.
Kuch mujh pe naya joban bhi tha
Kuch pyaar ka paagalpan bhi tha
Ek palak meri teer bani
Ek zulf meri zanzeer bani
Liya dil saajan ka jeet
Liya dil saajan ka jeet
Vo chede payaliya ne geet
Ki ghungroo toot gaye, ki ghungroo toot gaye, ki ghungroo toot gaye,
ki ghungroo toot gaye
A little i have the vigour of my ripe age,
a little i have the taste of this madness called love,
a brow of mine pierced like an arrow...
a strand of my hair held you like shackles,,
such that i won the heart of my beloved..
by the music of my rythm..
and my anklets have given up...
Main basi thi jiske sapnon mein
Vo ginega aub mujhe apnon mein
Kehti hai meri har angdaayi
Main piya ki need chura layi
Main ban ke gayi thi chor
Main ban ke gayi thi chor
Ki meri paayal thi kamzor
Ki ghungroo toot gaye, ki ghungroo toot gaye, ki ghungroo toot gaye,
ki ghungroo toot gaye
The habitat of whose dream was me,,,
now he is accepting me as a reality...
and i have now realized that
i have taken with me ur sleep o beloved...
I went there as a thief...but my anklets were weak..
and they have given up...
I this stanza..jus feel the magic of Pankaj Udhaas..his mesmerizing voice.and his emphasis on the word "gair lage"
Dharti pe na mere pair lage
Bin piya mujhe sub gair lage
Mujhe ang mile armanon ke
Mujhe pankh mile parvanon ke
Jub mila piya ka gaon
Jub mila piya ka gaon
To aisa latchka mera paon
Ki ghungroo toot gaye, ki ghungroo toot gaye, ki ghungroo toot gaye,
ki ghungroo toot gaye
Now, my feet are not on the earth..
without you i feel every thing out of this earth(..actually i wanted to use alien.but cudnt match)
my organs have become of what i have always dreamt of..
i have got the wings of fireflies..
with all this splendour..as ireached ur place o beloved..
my feet had given up..so did my anklets...
Mohe aayi na jag se laaj
Main itna zor se naachi aaj, ki ghungroo toot gaye
Ki ghungroo toot gaye, ki ghungroo toot gaye, ki ghungroo toot gaye,
ki ghungroo toot gaye
I have tried not to disturb the beauty of this song..but english is far behind in poetry than Hindi and urdu so a few places i have run short of words..dont mind that..
It aptly captures the spirit of a Belle mad in love for her beloved, but if carefully givena thought it is equally applicable to all of us,
who are in the charisma called LOVE..
Mohe aayi na jag se laaj
Main itna zor se naachi aaj, ki ghungroo toot gaye
Mohe aayi na jag se laaj
Main itna zor se naachi aaj, ki ghungroo toot gaye
Ki ghungroo toot gaye, ki ghungroo toot gaye, ki ghungroo toot gaye
Today I feel no shame for this world,
I danced so deeply, that my anklets have given up...
Simply this belle has become the dance itself.
Kuch mujh pe naya joban bhi tha
Kuch pyaar ka paagalpan bhi tha
Ek palak meri teer bani
Ek zulf meri zanzeer bani
Liya dil saajan ka jeet
Liya dil saajan ka jeet
Vo chede payaliya ne geet
Ki ghungroo toot gaye, ki ghungroo toot gaye, ki ghungroo toot gaye,
ki ghungroo toot gaye
A little i have the vigour of my ripe age,
a little i have the taste of this madness called love,
a brow of mine pierced like an arrow...
a strand of my hair held you like shackles,,
such that i won the heart of my beloved..
by the music of my rythm..
and my anklets have given up...
Main basi thi jiske sapnon mein
Vo ginega aub mujhe apnon mein
Kehti hai meri har angdaayi
Main piya ki need chura layi
Main ban ke gayi thi chor
Main ban ke gayi thi chor
Ki meri paayal thi kamzor
Ki ghungroo toot gaye, ki ghungroo toot gaye, ki ghungroo toot gaye,
ki ghungroo toot gaye
The habitat of whose dream was me,,,
now he is accepting me as a reality...
and i have now realized that
i have taken with me ur sleep o beloved...
I went there as a thief...but my anklets were weak..
and they have given up...
I this stanza..jus feel the magic of Pankaj Udhaas..his mesmerizing voice.and his emphasis on the word "gair lage"
Dharti pe na mere pair lage
Bin piya mujhe sub gair lage
Mujhe ang mile armanon ke
Mujhe pankh mile parvanon ke
Jub mila piya ka gaon
Jub mila piya ka gaon
To aisa latchka mera paon
Ki ghungroo toot gaye, ki ghungroo toot gaye, ki ghungroo toot gaye,
ki ghungroo toot gaye
Now, my feet are not on the earth..
without you i feel every thing out of this earth(..actually i wanted to use alien.but cudnt match)
my organs have become of what i have always dreamt of..
i have got the wings of fireflies..
with all this splendour..as ireached ur place o beloved..
my feet had given up..so did my anklets...
Mohe aayi na jag se laaj
Main itna zor se naachi aaj, ki ghungroo toot gaye
Ki ghungroo toot gaye, ki ghungroo toot gaye, ki ghungroo toot gaye,
ki ghungroo toot gaye
I have tried not to disturb the beauty of this song..but english is far behind in poetry than Hindi and urdu so a few places i have run short of words..dont mind that..
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Rivers-God's nectar or tears...
I wrote this as i was pained to read an article about river "Ganga" being polluted..and ya to mention Yamuna..which is like a flowing drain in Delhi..thats right Delhi has its own river.."Yamuna" but so pathetic in her condition...my heart cries for that..and hence the words flow...
main ek nadi hun..milne chali hun samndar se...
aao chalo mere saath mere safar par...
pahadon ki god me meri rangat chaand ko bhi feeka karti hai
saaf-pavitar jaise koi phool khila ho abhi..
aage khula aasmaan hoga, aur mere kinaare ugenge kuch khaamosh saathi bhi
dikhega saaf aks tumhara mere pani me..
tab tak..jab tak koi rang na ghule mujh me
ya na bahe koi deep, koi murda jism mujh me..
puja karna chahte ho meri..
to kya zaruri hai manthan mera??
maine kab maanga hai tumse kuch..
par mujhse na cheeno wo..jo mera hai...
ab
thodi aur angdaai lungi me..
to kar lo kaid mujh mitti ki diwaaron me...
banao meri raftaar se bijlee par..
mere motiyon ka thikaana mat cheeno..
ek duniya basti hai mere andar bhi..
use kyon banjar karna chahoge???
badloge meri raahien...
to kuch na paaoge..mere saath bas behte hi jaoge..
main to amrit thi khuda ka..
aansu na banao mujhe..
maine to seencha hai, mitti ki maang ko..
usi maang ko na ujadwao mujhse...
wo aa gya baahein phailaayen samandar..
us ki aagosh me sma jana hai..
ye mera ant hai..par
tumne mujhe mara hai..har mod par..
pilaaya hai zeher mujhe apne jehen ka..
dum toda hai...maine har baandh(dam) me..
ab to bas behti hun main kisi shayaar ki ghazal me
ya dabi hun tasveeron me chitarkaar ki..
par jisne banaya mujhe mere asal rang me..
wo kaala to nai tha..
wo kaala to nai tha..
peeche mudkar dekhu to...gumaan hota hai..
kya ise se badtar bhi insaan hota hai..
jo nikli thi main pura karne maksad..
uske khatm hone ka ehsaas yahaan hota hai...
yahaan hota hai...
main ek nadi hun..milne chali hun samndar se...
aao chalo mere saath mere safar par...
pahadon ki god me meri rangat chaand ko bhi feeka karti hai
saaf-pavitar jaise koi phool khila ho abhi..
aage khula aasmaan hoga, aur mere kinaare ugenge kuch khaamosh saathi bhi
dikhega saaf aks tumhara mere pani me..
tab tak..jab tak koi rang na ghule mujh me
ya na bahe koi deep, koi murda jism mujh me..
puja karna chahte ho meri..
to kya zaruri hai manthan mera??
maine kab maanga hai tumse kuch..
par mujhse na cheeno wo..jo mera hai...
ab
thodi aur angdaai lungi me..
to kar lo kaid mujh mitti ki diwaaron me...
banao meri raftaar se bijlee par..
mere motiyon ka thikaana mat cheeno..
ek duniya basti hai mere andar bhi..
use kyon banjar karna chahoge???
badloge meri raahien...
to kuch na paaoge..mere saath bas behte hi jaoge..
main to amrit thi khuda ka..
aansu na banao mujhe..
maine to seencha hai, mitti ki maang ko..
usi maang ko na ujadwao mujhse...
wo aa gya baahein phailaayen samandar..
us ki aagosh me sma jana hai..
ye mera ant hai..par
tumne mujhe mara hai..har mod par..
pilaaya hai zeher mujhe apne jehen ka..
dum toda hai...maine har baandh(dam) me..
ab to bas behti hun main kisi shayaar ki ghazal me
ya dabi hun tasveeron me chitarkaar ki..
par jisne banaya mujhe mere asal rang me..
wo kaala to nai tha..
wo kaala to nai tha..
peeche mudkar dekhu to...gumaan hota hai..
kya ise se badtar bhi insaan hota hai..
jo nikli thi main pura karne maksad..
uske khatm hone ka ehsaas yahaan hota hai...
yahaan hota hai...
Friday, November 28, 2008
Rabiya Al Adabiya, a sufi mystic
There have been just a few more women around the world who are enough to prove that there is no intrinsic incapacity in being a woman that prevents you from rising to the status of being a master. One of them is Rabiya Al Adabiya, a sufi mystic.
“She is a Sufi; her name is Rabiya al-Adabiya. Al-Adabiya means 'from the village of Adabiya'. Rabiya is her name, al-Adabiya is her address. That's how the Sufis named her: Rabiya al-Adabiya. The village became a very Mecca when Rabiya was still alive. Travelers from all over the world, seekers from everywhere, came searching for Rabiya's hut. She was really a ferocious mystic; with a hammer in her hand she could have broken anybody's skull. She actually broke many many skulls and brought out the hidden essence.
Once, Hassan came to her searching, seeking. One morning while staying with her he asked for the Koran for his morning prayer. Rabiya gave him her own book. Hassan was aghast; he said, "This is condemnable. Who has done this?" Rabiya had corrected the Koran! She had crossed out many words in many places. She had even cut out whole passages. Hassan said, "This is not allowed. The Koran cannot be edited. Who can edit the prophet -- the last messenger of God?" That's why the Mohammedans call him the last messenger -- because there will be no more prophets after Mohammed, so who can correct his words? He is correct, and not correctable.
Rabiya laughed and said, "I don't care about tradition. I have seen God face to face, and I have changed the book according to my experience. This is my book," she said; "you cannot raise any objection. It is my possession. You should be thankful that I allowed you to go through it. I have to be true to my experience, not to anybody else's."
This is Rabiya, the incredible woman. I include her in my list. She is enough to put Madame Blavatsky in her place. Again, Rabiya's words are not written by her, but are just disciples' notes, like Devageet's. Rabiya would say something out of context -- nobody could figure out any context; suddenly she would say something and it was noted down. So were the anecdotes she related and the anecdotes that her life itself became. I love that.
Meera is beautiful, but without salt, just sweet. Rabiya is very salty. As you know I am a diabetic, and I cannot eat or drink too much of Meera -- Devaraj won't allow it. But Rabiya is okay, I can have as much salt as I want. In fact I hate sugar, and I hate saccharin even more, the artificial sugar created especially for diabetics -- but I love the salt.
Jesus said to his disciples: Ye are the salt of the earth. I can say of Rabiya: Rabiya, you are the salt of all the women that have existed and will ever exist on the earth.”
OSHO
“She is a Sufi; her name is Rabiya al-Adabiya. Al-Adabiya means 'from the village of Adabiya'. Rabiya is her name, al-Adabiya is her address. That's how the Sufis named her: Rabiya al-Adabiya. The village became a very Mecca when Rabiya was still alive. Travelers from all over the world, seekers from everywhere, came searching for Rabiya's hut. She was really a ferocious mystic; with a hammer in her hand she could have broken anybody's skull. She actually broke many many skulls and brought out the hidden essence.
Once, Hassan came to her searching, seeking. One morning while staying with her he asked for the Koran for his morning prayer. Rabiya gave him her own book. Hassan was aghast; he said, "This is condemnable. Who has done this?" Rabiya had corrected the Koran! She had crossed out many words in many places. She had even cut out whole passages. Hassan said, "This is not allowed. The Koran cannot be edited. Who can edit the prophet -- the last messenger of God?" That's why the Mohammedans call him the last messenger -- because there will be no more prophets after Mohammed, so who can correct his words? He is correct, and not correctable.
Rabiya laughed and said, "I don't care about tradition. I have seen God face to face, and I have changed the book according to my experience. This is my book," she said; "you cannot raise any objection. It is my possession. You should be thankful that I allowed you to go through it. I have to be true to my experience, not to anybody else's."
This is Rabiya, the incredible woman. I include her in my list. She is enough to put Madame Blavatsky in her place. Again, Rabiya's words are not written by her, but are just disciples' notes, like Devageet's. Rabiya would say something out of context -- nobody could figure out any context; suddenly she would say something and it was noted down. So were the anecdotes she related and the anecdotes that her life itself became. I love that.
Meera is beautiful, but without salt, just sweet. Rabiya is very salty. As you know I am a diabetic, and I cannot eat or drink too much of Meera -- Devaraj won't allow it. But Rabiya is okay, I can have as much salt as I want. In fact I hate sugar, and I hate saccharin even more, the artificial sugar created especially for diabetics -- but I love the salt.
Jesus said to his disciples: Ye are the salt of the earth. I can say of Rabiya: Rabiya, you are the salt of all the women that have existed and will ever exist on the earth.”
OSHO
Rumi...the great sufi master
Jalaluddin Rumi There have been very few people who have moved and transformed as many hearts as Jalaluddin Rumi.
In the world of the Sufis, Mevlana Rumi is the emperor. His words have to be understood not as mere words, but sources of deep silences, echoes of inner and the innermost songs. He is the greatest dancer the world has known. Twelve hundred years have passed since he was alive.
His dance is a special kind of dance. It is a kind of whirling, just the way small children whirl; standing on one spot they go on round and round. And perhaps everywhere in the world small children do that and their elders stop them saying, "You will become dizzy, you will fall, you will hurt yourself," and, "What is the point of doing it?"
Jalaluddin Rumi made a meditation of whirling. The meditator goes on whirling for hours -- as long as the body allows him; he does not stop on his own. When whirling a moment comes that he sees himself utterly still and silent, a center of the cyclone. Around the center the body is moving, but there is a space which remains unmoved; that is his being.
"Jalaluddin Rumi is one of the greatest Sufi mystics. He is the only mystic whom Sufis have called Mevlana. Mevlana means, our Beloved Master.
A few people I love immensely. Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi is one of them, and the reason I love him is that he was not life-negative, but life-affirmative. And the meditation that he has found and which has continued for seven hundred years among a small stream of mystics was the meditation of a certain kind of dance. His followers are called whirling sufis.
You must have seen small children -- they like to whirl; and everybody stops them, because the fear of the parents is that the child may fall, may have a fracture, may get hurt. But in spite of all prohibitions, children love to whirl. And nobody has inquired why children love, all over the world, irrespective of race, nation, religion, why children love to whirl.
Jalaluddin Rumi, seeing children whirl, thought that there must be something that the children feel but they cannot express, and perhaps they are not fully aware what it is. So he tried whirling himself, and he was amazed that if you go on whirling there comes a moment when the center of your being remains static and your whole body, mind, brain, everything, whirls.
And that center which does not whirl, is you, the center of the cyclone. The whirling is almost like a cyclone, but exactly in the middle of the cyclone you will find a point which has not moved at all. Every wheel needs a center on which to turn, and the center has to remain unturning. You see in bicycles, in bullock carts, wherever there is a wheel, there is something in the center which is unmoving.
Once Jalaluddin became aware that you can find the unmoving center of your being, he tried for thirty-six hours non-stop, without eating, without drinking -- he was determined to whirl to his absolute capacity, not to hold back anything... unless he falls, he is not going to stop. Thirty-six hours he whirled, a great crowd watched. The crowd went on changing; people had to go to eat and then they came again. People had to do their work and then they came again; thirty-six hours is a long period. And after thirty-six hours he fell down. And people heard a great laughter.
Jalaluddin was laughing loudly, and he said, "You think you have seen me falling, I have also seen myself falling. These thirty-six hours I have not moved a single inch. Now I don't have to go to Mecca in search of God, I have found him. In the unmoving center of my own being, he is."
The followers of Rumi don't have great scriptures, don't have any rituals, except whirling, and a few beautiful poems by Jalaluddin Rumi, which he used to sing after whirling and falling. He will get up and he will be so drunk -- in that drunkenness he will sing a song, and those songs have been collected. That is the only literature the followers of Rumi have."
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Let your gossiping be creative, not destructive
I am not against talking, but your talking should not be empty. I AM NOT EVEN AGAINST GOSSIPING. I myself gossip so much. But let your gossiping also be creative, not destructive. Let your gossiping also have a quality of poetry and creativity in it. Gossip about God. What are gospels? Gossips about God. Gossip about truth, gossip about beauty, gossip about grace, grandeur. Gossip about this wonder that surrounds you. Gossip about the unknown.
What do you do with your gossiping? You are very destructive. People gossip only as a means to destroy others, to hurt others. DON'T BE AGGRESSIVE; THEN NOTHING IS WRONG IN GOSSIPING....
First learn how to be silent. Learn it with trees and rocks. They are silent and they are not uncomfortable at all. Learn it from the stars. They are silent, not embarrassed at all. Learn what positive silence is. Be meditative; it will come to you.
And then by and by STOP DESTRUCTIVE GOSSIPING. Gossip about something beautiful. Gossip something about the really significant. Let your gossiping also be a sort of communication for that which cannot be communicated. And of course you will never feel embarrassed, and your social interaction will not be just an impotent gesture; it will be real communication.
I have heard:
Mulla Nasrudin's wife told him that he must stop exaggerating about 'the one that got away' and said that next time he did it in company, she would cough to remind him.
Some friends called on them shortly afterwards and Nasrudin, after behaving himself for a while, suddenly said, 'I had this fish on my line last week. It must have been six feet long.' Just here his wife coughed loudly. 'And,' continued Nasrudin, 'half an inch wide.'
I'm not saying to change it so abruptly. Go slowly. I'm not saying to be so abruptly dramatic. First learn silence, then learn what beautiful gossiping is, mm? Then start practicing it. Not only you will be benefited by it, others will also be benefited by it.
All beautiful poetry is gossiping. ALL BEAUTIFUL STORY-TELLING IS GOSSIPING. Tell beautiful stories, invent beautiful stories, be a little creative. And that very thing will change your relationship with others. Your relationship will not be just a formality, it will become really intimate.
OSHO:
The Discipline of Transcendence
What do you do with your gossiping? You are very destructive. People gossip only as a means to destroy others, to hurt others. DON'T BE AGGRESSIVE; THEN NOTHING IS WRONG IN GOSSIPING....
First learn how to be silent. Learn it with trees and rocks. They are silent and they are not uncomfortable at all. Learn it from the stars. They are silent, not embarrassed at all. Learn what positive silence is. Be meditative; it will come to you.
And then by and by STOP DESTRUCTIVE GOSSIPING. Gossip about something beautiful. Gossip something about the really significant. Let your gossiping also be a sort of communication for that which cannot be communicated. And of course you will never feel embarrassed, and your social interaction will not be just an impotent gesture; it will be real communication.
I have heard:
Mulla Nasrudin's wife told him that he must stop exaggerating about 'the one that got away' and said that next time he did it in company, she would cough to remind him.
Some friends called on them shortly afterwards and Nasrudin, after behaving himself for a while, suddenly said, 'I had this fish on my line last week. It must have been six feet long.' Just here his wife coughed loudly. 'And,' continued Nasrudin, 'half an inch wide.'
I'm not saying to change it so abruptly. Go slowly. I'm not saying to be so abruptly dramatic. First learn silence, then learn what beautiful gossiping is, mm? Then start practicing it. Not only you will be benefited by it, others will also be benefited by it.
All beautiful poetry is gossiping. ALL BEAUTIFUL STORY-TELLING IS GOSSIPING. Tell beautiful stories, invent beautiful stories, be a little creative. And that very thing will change your relationship with others. Your relationship will not be just a formality, it will become really intimate.
OSHO:
The Discipline of Transcendence
Monday, November 24, 2008
Aao..saath chale...
well..well..first things first...me back after a long time with my own writing..and that too with a reason...this is for sumthing going on in my life these days...so read on..
Aa tujhe awaaz du..
tere sapno ko udne kaa saaz du...
ye lafjh kahin door se nai aayen hain,
ye to bas chiipe hain tere charon taraf,
bas thodi si dhool jhaad lo,
aur bas mil gya ek naya lafjh..
kai baar to tum bhi chale aate ho,
lapete hue libaaz ek ghazal ka,
ya chodte jaate ho...ek bhini si
mehak..kisi misre ki..
biche dekhta hu kabhi lafjh...
kisi khamosh lamhe me
to kabhi chup-chaap sote bhi milte sapno me..
aa awaaz du unhe..
chalo saath hi pukaare..
kaun kehta hai ki ye dastaan maine banayi hai,
maine to bas darwaza khola tha...
ye to khud-b-khud chali aayi hai...
kisi pagalpan ki lod nai..
bas lod hai ta..paaglan di bheed to bahar aan di..
phir utar aate hai yahi lafjh..
noor ki tarah..kisi sufi ke geet ki tarah..
bas taiyaar rakhna sazo-samaan saare..
ye mehmaan tumhaare padosi hi to hain..
ye lafjh kahin door se to nai aaye hain..
Aa tujhe awaaz du..
tere sapno ko udne kaa saaz du...
ye lafjh kahin door se nai aayen hain,
ye to bas chiipe hain tere charon taraf,
bas thodi si dhool jhaad lo,
aur bas mil gya ek naya lafjh..
kai baar to tum bhi chale aate ho,
lapete hue libaaz ek ghazal ka,
ya chodte jaate ho...ek bhini si
mehak..kisi misre ki..
biche dekhta hu kabhi lafjh...
kisi khamosh lamhe me
to kabhi chup-chaap sote bhi milte sapno me..
aa awaaz du unhe..
chalo saath hi pukaare..
kaun kehta hai ki ye dastaan maine banayi hai,
maine to bas darwaza khola tha...
ye to khud-b-khud chali aayi hai...
kisi pagalpan ki lod nai..
bas lod hai ta..paaglan di bheed to bahar aan di..
phir utar aate hai yahi lafjh..
noor ki tarah..kisi sufi ke geet ki tarah..
bas taiyaar rakhna sazo-samaan saare..
ye mehmaan tumhaare padosi hi to hain..
ye lafjh kahin door se to nai aaye hain..
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Smoking religiously....
Remember when I say that life is God, I don't mean life with a capital L, no; but just with a lower-case l. Just ordinary life is God.
A journalist just few days before asked Jean-Paul Sartre, 'What is the most important thing in your life today?' Sartre said, 'I don't know. Everything: to live, to love, to smoke.' This is a Zen kind of answer. Sartre is not a religious man but the answer is very religious. He has never belonged to any church, he does not believe in God, but the answer is religious. 'I don't know' -- that is the first religious quality of it because only foolish theologians know. A RELIGIOUS MAN IS SIMPLY AWARE OF HIS TREMENDOUS IGNORANCE. Life is a mystery; how can you know it? He knows only one thing, that he does not know. 'I don't know!' -- ask any priest, he cannot say that. He will immediately open his Bible and say, 'Here is the answer. I know.' And he is simply repeating borrowed knowledge. He is a parrot.
Once I went to Varanasi and a great scholar of the Vedas invited me to his home. He was very happy to show me his parrot, because the parrot could recite many things from the Vedas, from the Gita, from the Upanishads. I laughed. The pundit said, 'What's the matter? Why are you laughing?' I said, 'I am laughing because I don't see any difference between this parrot and you. The parrot is a scholar and you are a parrot.' He has been angry since then.
No, a theologian can never say, 'I don't know.' One needs courage to say that. ONE NEEDS REAL GUTS TO SAY, 'I DON'T KNOW.' One needs a certain realization to say that one doesn't know. And everything, when you lead a religious life, everything is beautiful, everything is important. There are no pigeon-holes, there are no categories. You cannot say that something is more important and something is less important. If you live a religious quality, all things are important: a dog is as important as God, not a single bit less important.
Somebody asked Joshu -- a Zen Master, a rare being; the person who asked must have been a sceptic -- he said, 'Joshu, I have heard that you say that God is in everything. What about a dog?' Nobody has answered this way: Joshu jumped on his four legs and started barking. He said, 'I am a dog, and also a god.' Joshu barking is God barking.
Then there is no difference. Nothing is small and nothing is great. The smallest carries the greatest, and the greatest carries the smallest; then the lowest is the highest, and the highest is the lowest; then the valley goes to the peak and the peak comes to the valley. That is the meaning when I say that sex is samadhi and samadhi is sex. Then there is no difference between the low and the high. Everything! -- to live, just to live today is the most important thing. To love, and to smoke.... Such an ordinary thing, to smoke, but WHEN A RELIGIOUS MAN SMOKES HE SMOKES RELIGIOUSLY; THERE IS NO OTHER WAY.
Once a man came to me. I was in Calcutta. The man was a follower of Paramahansa Ramakrishna, but he was worried about one thing: Ramakrishna used very vulgar words, like 'son-of-a-bitch', like that. Ramakrishna used very vulgar words. So he was very worried. He said, 'Everything is good, but Ramakrishna seems to be a little... vulgar. What do you say, sir?' I said, 'His vulgarity is religious. Even when Ramakrishna says 'son-of-a-bitch', it is a blessing. Yes, it is a blessing because whatsoever he says is purified by his saying it. Even a vulgar word becomes sacred; the touch of a Ramakrishna transforms it.' So I told him, 'Don't be worried. Wherever Ramakrishna treads, it becomes holy. If he goes to a prostitute's house, that becomes a temple. Because it is not a question of an outer house or an outer world, it is the quality that you bring to it. 'To smoke,' Sartre says, 'is the most important thing today.' Yes, I ALSO SAY THAT SMOKING CAN BE AS BEAUTIFUL AND SACRED AS CHANTING -- IT IS A CHANTING IN SMOKE. It depends on you.
In Zen monasteries they have a small tea-house, like a temple. Whenever somebody enters the tea-house, he has to be very aware because the goddess of tea resides there. The goddess of tea -- then why not the goddess of smoking? The nicotine is the same in tea as in tobacco.
I have just instructed Laxmi to make a small temple for smoking here in the ashram. But you have to go very alert, aware, meditative! IF YOU CAN SMOKE MEDITATIVELY, IT IS PERFECTLY BEAUTIFUL. If it stops by being meditative, that too is perfectly beautiful. Life is sacred.
So don't teach a child Christianity, Hinduism, Jainism. At the most, give him a milieu, if you love him, so that he can grow a sensitivity towards what religion is in its essence, in its purity. Don't teach him about so many flowers, just let him become sensitive to the fragrance of it -- that will do. THAT is baptism
A journalist just few days before asked Jean-Paul Sartre, 'What is the most important thing in your life today?' Sartre said, 'I don't know. Everything: to live, to love, to smoke.' This is a Zen kind of answer. Sartre is not a religious man but the answer is very religious. He has never belonged to any church, he does not believe in God, but the answer is religious. 'I don't know' -- that is the first religious quality of it because only foolish theologians know. A RELIGIOUS MAN IS SIMPLY AWARE OF HIS TREMENDOUS IGNORANCE. Life is a mystery; how can you know it? He knows only one thing, that he does not know. 'I don't know!' -- ask any priest, he cannot say that. He will immediately open his Bible and say, 'Here is the answer. I know.' And he is simply repeating borrowed knowledge. He is a parrot.
Once I went to Varanasi and a great scholar of the Vedas invited me to his home. He was very happy to show me his parrot, because the parrot could recite many things from the Vedas, from the Gita, from the Upanishads. I laughed. The pundit said, 'What's the matter? Why are you laughing?' I said, 'I am laughing because I don't see any difference between this parrot and you. The parrot is a scholar and you are a parrot.' He has been angry since then.
No, a theologian can never say, 'I don't know.' One needs courage to say that. ONE NEEDS REAL GUTS TO SAY, 'I DON'T KNOW.' One needs a certain realization to say that one doesn't know. And everything, when you lead a religious life, everything is beautiful, everything is important. There are no pigeon-holes, there are no categories. You cannot say that something is more important and something is less important. If you live a religious quality, all things are important: a dog is as important as God, not a single bit less important.
Somebody asked Joshu -- a Zen Master, a rare being; the person who asked must have been a sceptic -- he said, 'Joshu, I have heard that you say that God is in everything. What about a dog?' Nobody has answered this way: Joshu jumped on his four legs and started barking. He said, 'I am a dog, and also a god.' Joshu barking is God barking.
Then there is no difference. Nothing is small and nothing is great. The smallest carries the greatest, and the greatest carries the smallest; then the lowest is the highest, and the highest is the lowest; then the valley goes to the peak and the peak comes to the valley. That is the meaning when I say that sex is samadhi and samadhi is sex. Then there is no difference between the low and the high. Everything! -- to live, just to live today is the most important thing. To love, and to smoke.... Such an ordinary thing, to smoke, but WHEN A RELIGIOUS MAN SMOKES HE SMOKES RELIGIOUSLY; THERE IS NO OTHER WAY.
Once a man came to me. I was in Calcutta. The man was a follower of Paramahansa Ramakrishna, but he was worried about one thing: Ramakrishna used very vulgar words, like 'son-of-a-bitch', like that. Ramakrishna used very vulgar words. So he was very worried. He said, 'Everything is good, but Ramakrishna seems to be a little... vulgar. What do you say, sir?' I said, 'His vulgarity is religious. Even when Ramakrishna says 'son-of-a-bitch', it is a blessing. Yes, it is a blessing because whatsoever he says is purified by his saying it. Even a vulgar word becomes sacred; the touch of a Ramakrishna transforms it.' So I told him, 'Don't be worried. Wherever Ramakrishna treads, it becomes holy. If he goes to a prostitute's house, that becomes a temple. Because it is not a question of an outer house or an outer world, it is the quality that you bring to it. 'To smoke,' Sartre says, 'is the most important thing today.' Yes, I ALSO SAY THAT SMOKING CAN BE AS BEAUTIFUL AND SACRED AS CHANTING -- IT IS A CHANTING IN SMOKE. It depends on you.
In Zen monasteries they have a small tea-house, like a temple. Whenever somebody enters the tea-house, he has to be very aware because the goddess of tea resides there. The goddess of tea -- then why not the goddess of smoking? The nicotine is the same in tea as in tobacco.
I have just instructed Laxmi to make a small temple for smoking here in the ashram. But you have to go very alert, aware, meditative! IF YOU CAN SMOKE MEDITATIVELY, IT IS PERFECTLY BEAUTIFUL. If it stops by being meditative, that too is perfectly beautiful. Life is sacred.
So don't teach a child Christianity, Hinduism, Jainism. At the most, give him a milieu, if you love him, so that he can grow a sensitivity towards what religion is in its essence, in its purity. Don't teach him about so many flowers, just let him become sensitive to the fragrance of it -- that will do. THAT is baptism
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Music-a new paradigm
Listening to the music,
be alert, penetrate the music, and find the backbone of it -- the central thing which goes on flowing, holding everything together. Notes come and go and disappear, but the central core flows on. Become aware of it.
Basically, originally, music was used for meditation; particularly Indian music developed as a method of meditation, Indian dancing developed as a method of meditation.
For the doer it was a deep meditation, and for the audience also it was a deep meditation.
A dancer or a musician can be a technician. If there is no meditation in it, he is a
technician. He can be a great technician, but then the soul is not there, only the body. The soul comes only when the musician is a deep meditator.
And music is just the outward thing. While playing on his sitar, one is not only playing on his sitar, he is also playing on his alertness inside. The sitar goes on outwardly and his intense awareness moves inside. The music flows outwardly, but he is alert, constantly aware of the innermost core of it. And that gives samadhi. That becomes ecstasy. That becomes the highest peak.
It is said that when the musician has really become the musician, he will break his
instrument -- because it is of no use. If he still needs his instrument, he is not a real musician yet. He is just learning.
On the contrary, you are using music as something like alcohol. You are using it to be relaxed,
you are using it for self-forgetfulness. This is the misfortune, the misery: the techniques which were developed for awareness are being used for sleep. And this is how man goes on doing mischief with himself.
We have been using music as a drug, dancing as a drug. And if you want to use music
and dancing as drugs, then they will become not only drugs for your sleep, they will
become drugs for sexuality also. So remember this point: sexuality and sleep go together.
The more sleepy the person, the more sexual; the more awake, the less sexual. Sex is
basically rooted in sleep. When you awake you will be more loving, the whole energy of sex will have been transformed to love.
So...now onwards listen to music in a different view...and ut will do miracles..it will make u cry...make u laugh and sometimes...jus see the inner picture...
be alert, penetrate the music, and find the backbone of it -- the central thing which goes on flowing, holding everything together. Notes come and go and disappear, but the central core flows on. Become aware of it.
Basically, originally, music was used for meditation; particularly Indian music developed as a method of meditation, Indian dancing developed as a method of meditation.
For the doer it was a deep meditation, and for the audience also it was a deep meditation.
A dancer or a musician can be a technician. If there is no meditation in it, he is a
technician. He can be a great technician, but then the soul is not there, only the body. The soul comes only when the musician is a deep meditator.
And music is just the outward thing. While playing on his sitar, one is not only playing on his sitar, he is also playing on his alertness inside. The sitar goes on outwardly and his intense awareness moves inside. The music flows outwardly, but he is alert, constantly aware of the innermost core of it. And that gives samadhi. That becomes ecstasy. That becomes the highest peak.
It is said that when the musician has really become the musician, he will break his
instrument -- because it is of no use. If he still needs his instrument, he is not a real musician yet. He is just learning.
On the contrary, you are using music as something like alcohol. You are using it to be relaxed,
you are using it for self-forgetfulness. This is the misfortune, the misery: the techniques which were developed for awareness are being used for sleep. And this is how man goes on doing mischief with himself.
We have been using music as a drug, dancing as a drug. And if you want to use music
and dancing as drugs, then they will become not only drugs for your sleep, they will
become drugs for sexuality also. So remember this point: sexuality and sleep go together.
The more sleepy the person, the more sexual; the more awake, the less sexual. Sex is
basically rooted in sleep. When you awake you will be more loving, the whole energy of sex will have been transformed to love.
So...now onwards listen to music in a different view...and ut will do miracles..it will make u cry...make u laugh and sometimes...jus see the inner picture...
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Love as it is....
Here OSHO describes the most common dilemma of this humanity..which holds not only in the macro-level but also for those who are hesitant in love or are now-a-days feeling so...so "thus spoke the master"
LOVE ALWAYS CREATES FEAR because love is death, a greater death than the ordinary death you know of.
IN AN ORDINARY DEATH THE BODY DIES, BUT THAT IS NOT DEATH AT ALL. Body is just like a dress: when it is tatty and old you change for a new one. It is not death, it is just a change: a change of a dress, or a change of a house or abode. But you continue, the mind continues -- JUST THE SAME OLD MIND IN NEW BODIES, just the same old wine in new bottles. The form changes but not the mind, the shape changes but not the mind. So the ordinary death is not a real death. Love is a real death: the body does not die but the mind dies. The body continues to be the same but the ego disappears.
If you love, you will have to drop all your conceptions that you have about yourself. If you love, you cannot be the ego because THE EGO WILL NOT ALLOW LOVE. They are antagonistic. If you choose the ego you will not be able to choose love; if you choose love you will have to drop the ego. Hence, the fear.
A GREATER FEAR THAN DEATH GRIPS YOU WHENEVER YOU ARE IN LOVE. That's why love has disappeared from the world. Rarely, very rarely the phenomenon happens: love descends. What you call love is just a false coin: you have invented it because IT IS SO DIFFICULT TO LIVE WITHOUT LOVE. It is difficult because WITHOUT LOVE, LIFE CARRIES NO MEANING; it is meaningless. Without love, life has no poetry in it. Without love, the tree exists but never flowers. Without love, you cannot dance, you cannot celebrate, you cannot feel grateful, you cannot pray. Without love, temples are just ordinary houses; with love an ordinary house is transformed, transfigured into a temple. Without love you remain just possibilities -- empty gestures. With love, for the first time you become substantial. With love, for the first time, the soul arises in you. The ego drops but the soul arises.
IT IS IMPOSSIBLE TO LIVE WITHOUT LOVE, so humanity has created a trick. Humanity has invented a trick, a device. The device is: to live in a false love so that the ego continues on its own. Nothing is changed and you can play the game of being in love. You can go on thinking that you love, you can go on believing that you love. But look at your love -- what happens out of it? -- nothing except misery, nothing except hell, nothing except conflict, quarrel, violence. Look deep in your love relationships. They are more akin to hate relationships than to love. It is better to call them hate relationships than to call them love relationships. But because everybody is living in the same way, you never become aware. Everybody is carrying the false coin; you never become aware. THE REAL COIN OF LOVE IS VERY COSTLY: YOU CAN PURCHASE IT ONLY AT THE COST OF LOSING YOURSELF. There is no other way....
WHENEVER YOU LOVE YOU ARE AFRAID. Moving towards love is moving towards an abyss. One starts wavering, one feels dizzy. Go to a height in the Himalayas and look down at the valley -- that valley is nothing. When you look down at the valley of love, a TREMENDOUS fear grips you. You are almost paralyzed: you cannot run away, you cannot take the jump. You simply tremble in infinite fear. What to do? Going back is not possible because love attracts: love calls your depth, love calls your future, love calls your potentiality; and LOVE GIVES YOU A GLIMPSE OF WHAT YOU CAN BE. You cannot run away from it, and you cannot jump because the cost is too much. You will have to drop yourself -- all you have been thinking yourself to be -- the image, the past, the identity.
But I tell you, the cost only seems to be too much BEFORE the jump. Once you take the jump... then you will know that whatsoever you have given up is nothing, and what you have attained is INFINITELY valuable. Let me tell you a paradox: LOVE DEMANDS THAT YOU DROP THAT WHICH YOU DON'T HAVE, AND LOVE OFFERS YOU THAT WHICH YOU ALREADY HAVE. Love wants you to get rid of that which you don't have.
THE EGO IS A FALSE ENTITY, just a notion, a cloud in the sky of your being; just smoke, nothing substantial; a dream. Love requires you to drop that which you don't have, and love is ready to give you that which you have and have always had. Love gives your self back to you; the ego goes on hiding you from your self, love reveals you to your self. But the fear is there. The fear is natural, and one has to go in spite of the fear.
BE COURAGEOUS, DON'T BE COWARDS. The real mettle of your being is tested only when love arises. Never before it do you know of what mettle you are made. In ordinary life, in the marketplace, doing this and that, in the world of ambition and power politics, your real mettle is never really tested. You never pass through the fire.
LOVE IS THE FIRE. If you are really gold you will survive it. If you are not real gold, you will be gone. But I tell you that YOU ARE REAL GOLD.
TRUST ME -- pass through the fire. Hesitation is natural -- but don't make hesitation a barrier. Even with the hesitation, pass through it. In spite of the fear pass through the fire. And only through the fire, the rose of your consciousness will flower. There is no other way.
OSHO
LOVE ALWAYS CREATES FEAR because love is death, a greater death than the ordinary death you know of.
IN AN ORDINARY DEATH THE BODY DIES, BUT THAT IS NOT DEATH AT ALL. Body is just like a dress: when it is tatty and old you change for a new one. It is not death, it is just a change: a change of a dress, or a change of a house or abode. But you continue, the mind continues -- JUST THE SAME OLD MIND IN NEW BODIES, just the same old wine in new bottles. The form changes but not the mind, the shape changes but not the mind. So the ordinary death is not a real death. Love is a real death: the body does not die but the mind dies. The body continues to be the same but the ego disappears.
If you love, you will have to drop all your conceptions that you have about yourself. If you love, you cannot be the ego because THE EGO WILL NOT ALLOW LOVE. They are antagonistic. If you choose the ego you will not be able to choose love; if you choose love you will have to drop the ego. Hence, the fear.
A GREATER FEAR THAN DEATH GRIPS YOU WHENEVER YOU ARE IN LOVE. That's why love has disappeared from the world. Rarely, very rarely the phenomenon happens: love descends. What you call love is just a false coin: you have invented it because IT IS SO DIFFICULT TO LIVE WITHOUT LOVE. It is difficult because WITHOUT LOVE, LIFE CARRIES NO MEANING; it is meaningless. Without love, life has no poetry in it. Without love, the tree exists but never flowers. Without love, you cannot dance, you cannot celebrate, you cannot feel grateful, you cannot pray. Without love, temples are just ordinary houses; with love an ordinary house is transformed, transfigured into a temple. Without love you remain just possibilities -- empty gestures. With love, for the first time you become substantial. With love, for the first time, the soul arises in you. The ego drops but the soul arises.
IT IS IMPOSSIBLE TO LIVE WITHOUT LOVE, so humanity has created a trick. Humanity has invented a trick, a device. The device is: to live in a false love so that the ego continues on its own. Nothing is changed and you can play the game of being in love. You can go on thinking that you love, you can go on believing that you love. But look at your love -- what happens out of it? -- nothing except misery, nothing except hell, nothing except conflict, quarrel, violence. Look deep in your love relationships. They are more akin to hate relationships than to love. It is better to call them hate relationships than to call them love relationships. But because everybody is living in the same way, you never become aware. Everybody is carrying the false coin; you never become aware. THE REAL COIN OF LOVE IS VERY COSTLY: YOU CAN PURCHASE IT ONLY AT THE COST OF LOSING YOURSELF. There is no other way....
WHENEVER YOU LOVE YOU ARE AFRAID. Moving towards love is moving towards an abyss. One starts wavering, one feels dizzy. Go to a height in the Himalayas and look down at the valley -- that valley is nothing. When you look down at the valley of love, a TREMENDOUS fear grips you. You are almost paralyzed: you cannot run away, you cannot take the jump. You simply tremble in infinite fear. What to do? Going back is not possible because love attracts: love calls your depth, love calls your future, love calls your potentiality; and LOVE GIVES YOU A GLIMPSE OF WHAT YOU CAN BE. You cannot run away from it, and you cannot jump because the cost is too much. You will have to drop yourself -- all you have been thinking yourself to be -- the image, the past, the identity.
But I tell you, the cost only seems to be too much BEFORE the jump. Once you take the jump... then you will know that whatsoever you have given up is nothing, and what you have attained is INFINITELY valuable. Let me tell you a paradox: LOVE DEMANDS THAT YOU DROP THAT WHICH YOU DON'T HAVE, AND LOVE OFFERS YOU THAT WHICH YOU ALREADY HAVE. Love wants you to get rid of that which you don't have.
THE EGO IS A FALSE ENTITY, just a notion, a cloud in the sky of your being; just smoke, nothing substantial; a dream. Love requires you to drop that which you don't have, and love is ready to give you that which you have and have always had. Love gives your self back to you; the ego goes on hiding you from your self, love reveals you to your self. But the fear is there. The fear is natural, and one has to go in spite of the fear.
BE COURAGEOUS, DON'T BE COWARDS. The real mettle of your being is tested only when love arises. Never before it do you know of what mettle you are made. In ordinary life, in the marketplace, doing this and that, in the world of ambition and power politics, your real mettle is never really tested. You never pass through the fire.
LOVE IS THE FIRE. If you are really gold you will survive it. If you are not real gold, you will be gone. But I tell you that YOU ARE REAL GOLD.
TRUST ME -- pass through the fire. Hesitation is natural -- but don't make hesitation a barrier. Even with the hesitation, pass through it. In spite of the fear pass through the fire. And only through the fire, the rose of your consciousness will flower. There is no other way.
OSHO
Trust....
JESUS said unto his disciples, 'Let not your heart be troubled. Ye believe in God, believe also in me.'
Their hearts are troubled. THEIR MASTER IS GOING TO DIE, THEIR MASTER IS GOING TO BE TORTURED TO DEATH. They will be lost into this dark night of existence, their light will no more be with them. One who has been guiding them, one who has been taking them out of the wilderness, one who was their path, one who was their guide, one who was their friend, will not be any more. And they have become so dependent on him that they cannot think of life without Christ. Their hearts are troubled. It is natural, it is human.
Jesus says, 'Let not your heart be troubled. Ye believe in God, believe also in me.'
He says, 'You know what belief is...' Belief is not the right translation for the Hebrew word. The right translation will be trust. 'You know what trust is...' TRUST MEANS THAT GOD TAKES CARE, THAT WE NEED NOT WORRY, THAT SOMEBODY IS BEHIND THE SCENE CARING FOR US, THAT EXISTENCE IS MOTHERING US, FATHERING US -- THAT WE ARE NOT ORPHANS. That's what trust means: that we are not orphans, that we are not strangers in this world; this is our home because this is our God's home -- it belongs to us.
'...Ye believe in God...'
'You know what trust is,' he said. 'If you know what trust is you can trust in me too, because it is not a question of whom you trust. Once you know the quality of trust, you simply trust.'
It is not a question of whether you trust in God or you trust in Jesus or in Buddha -- remember it. IF YOU TRUST, YOU SIMPLY TRUST. If a Christian says 'I trust only in Jesus not in Buddha', he has not known what trust is -- because TRUST KNOWS NO DISTINCTIONS. If you have trusted in Christ you will trust in Buddha too, because you will not see any difference. Maybe the languages are different, maybe their ways of expression are different, but trust will be able to go directly to the heart of the matter, to the very core, and will see that CHRIST AND BUDDHA EXIST ON THE SAME PLANE. It is the same consciousness, the same awareness, the same enlightenment. If you trust Buddha, you will trust Krishna and Mohammed. If you trust me, you will trust Christ, you will trust Zarathustra.
TRUST KNOWS NO ADDRESS. It is not addressed. Trust is an inner quality. If it is there, it is there. It is like you bring a light, you bring a lamp into the room. Now the light will not fall only on the table, it will fall on the chair too. And it will not fall only on the chair, it will fall on the walls too, and on the paintings hanging on the walls. It will not fall only on the walls, it will fall on the floor and on the roof too. When you bring light into the room, light simply falls on everything that is there.
So is trust; it is a light. If trust is kindled in your heart, then it makes no difference. You trust God, you trust Christ, you trust your wife, you trust your husband, you trust your son, you trust your friend. you trust your enemy. You trust nature, you trust death, you trust insecurity. In short, you simply trust.
OSHO
Their hearts are troubled. THEIR MASTER IS GOING TO DIE, THEIR MASTER IS GOING TO BE TORTURED TO DEATH. They will be lost into this dark night of existence, their light will no more be with them. One who has been guiding them, one who has been taking them out of the wilderness, one who was their path, one who was their guide, one who was their friend, will not be any more. And they have become so dependent on him that they cannot think of life without Christ. Their hearts are troubled. It is natural, it is human.
Jesus says, 'Let not your heart be troubled. Ye believe in God, believe also in me.'
He says, 'You know what belief is...' Belief is not the right translation for the Hebrew word. The right translation will be trust. 'You know what trust is...' TRUST MEANS THAT GOD TAKES CARE, THAT WE NEED NOT WORRY, THAT SOMEBODY IS BEHIND THE SCENE CARING FOR US, THAT EXISTENCE IS MOTHERING US, FATHERING US -- THAT WE ARE NOT ORPHANS. That's what trust means: that we are not orphans, that we are not strangers in this world; this is our home because this is our God's home -- it belongs to us.
'...Ye believe in God...'
'You know what trust is,' he said. 'If you know what trust is you can trust in me too, because it is not a question of whom you trust. Once you know the quality of trust, you simply trust.'
It is not a question of whether you trust in God or you trust in Jesus or in Buddha -- remember it. IF YOU TRUST, YOU SIMPLY TRUST. If a Christian says 'I trust only in Jesus not in Buddha', he has not known what trust is -- because TRUST KNOWS NO DISTINCTIONS. If you have trusted in Christ you will trust in Buddha too, because you will not see any difference. Maybe the languages are different, maybe their ways of expression are different, but trust will be able to go directly to the heart of the matter, to the very core, and will see that CHRIST AND BUDDHA EXIST ON THE SAME PLANE. It is the same consciousness, the same awareness, the same enlightenment. If you trust Buddha, you will trust Krishna and Mohammed. If you trust me, you will trust Christ, you will trust Zarathustra.
TRUST KNOWS NO ADDRESS. It is not addressed. Trust is an inner quality. If it is there, it is there. It is like you bring a light, you bring a lamp into the room. Now the light will not fall only on the table, it will fall on the chair too. And it will not fall only on the chair, it will fall on the walls too, and on the paintings hanging on the walls. It will not fall only on the walls, it will fall on the floor and on the roof too. When you bring light into the room, light simply falls on everything that is there.
So is trust; it is a light. If trust is kindled in your heart, then it makes no difference. You trust God, you trust Christ, you trust your wife, you trust your husband, you trust your son, you trust your friend. you trust your enemy. You trust nature, you trust death, you trust insecurity. In short, you simply trust.
OSHO
Sunday, November 9, 2008
In Jesus' prayer 'our father', does God lead us into temptation?
It is a very subtle question, and you will have to be utterly attentive to understand it.
GOD IS GOOD; HE CANNOT LEAD YOU INTO TEMPTATION. But his very goodness leads you into temptation. The goodness of God is something which is already there. It exists; you have to do nothing to create it. You simply open to it and it showers on you.
When you become good you have not done anything; YOU BECOME GOOD THROUGH GOD. But when you become bad, you have done something; you become bad through yourself. So when you are good, the ego cannot exist. It is a prasad, a gift from God.
WHEN YOU SAY 'YES', THE EGO CANNOT EXIST; you disappear. In the very moment you say 'yes', you are not there; that is the temptation. Only by doing bad, you can be. Whenever you do evil, you are there; whenever you do good, you are not there -- GOOD FLOWS THROUGH YOU, EVIL YOU DO. Through evil you are, through good you disappear -- that's the temptation. Adam means 'no'; Jesus means 'yes'. Between Adam and Jesus is the whole history of human consciousness.
WHAT WAS THE TEMPTATION OF ADAM? Why did he disobey? God was good, but Adam was not there. Through his disobedience he created himself -- that is the temptation. In the Garden of Eden, God was there, everywhere. Adam was not there; he was a non-entity, a part of the whole. Through asserting, through saying 'no', through disobedience, through rejecting God, through doing evil, he became himself.
Adam was the first man, not because he was the first man -- there may have been many others before him, but nobody said 'no'. So the history cannot record them; they had no egos. And this is my feeling: HOW COULD ADAM HAVE BEEN THE FIRST MAN? There may have been millions before him, but nobody said 'no'. They could not become men, they could not become egos. Adam said 'no'. Of course he suffered for saying that; he was thrown out of the garden of bliss.
EVIL LEADS YOU INTO SUFFERING, but it has a temptation: it creates the 'I', you can feel that you are. Jesus, Buddha; they are not. Hitler, Genghis Khan; they are. The more evil you do, the more your ego becomes strengthened. The more against you go, against the wind, against the current, the more you feel that you are. When you float with the river, where are you? The river is, and the river goes on flowing through you also. God is good -- that's the temptation.
Just the other night I was reading a sentence from Baudelaire. It is simply, unbelievably true. Baudelaire says, 'The truth is; the truth is beautiful; the truth is good; the truth is God. I believe in it. That's why I am going to oppose it.' From where does this opposition come? Baudelaire says, 'If I don't oppose it, then I will not be. I have to say no; only then I can be.' Otherwise, TRUTH IS OVERPOWERING: IT ENVELOPS YOU, IT SURROUNDS YOU. You simply disappear in it, you melt into it.
You can say that you have done evil, but you cannot say that you have done good. GOOD IS ALWAYS DONE BY GOD. Good is already there, you are not needed to create it. Evil has to be created. Good can only be discovered; evil has to be created. The reality is there, the dream has to be created. You can claim your authorship about dreams; you cannot claim your authorship about reality -- that's the temptation. 'No' is very tempting. The very goodness of God tempts you against him. You have to oppose him, you have to go against, you have to betray, otherwise you will be lost. Adam says 'No', Jesus says 'Yes', and I say, this is the whole history of man. ADAM IS THE FIRST SON OF MAN, AND JESUS IS THE FIRST SON OF GOD. By saying yes, by surrendering, he disappears. Only then God remains.
In the prayer 'Our Father', does God lead us in temptation? God cannot lead you, but you are led by your own mind. A temptation arises because God seems to be destroying you. I come across people every day who would like to say yes to me, who would like to surrender, but they cannot -- it is too risky, it is dangerous. I can feel it. But something in them tempts them not to surrender. Something in them says, 'Go away, don't be here. It is dangerous to be here.' It is not that I am tempting them, but they are tempted. Wherever you see something which is already there, nothing is to be done. You have only to recognize it. But then where will you be? -- that is the temptation. THE EGO IS THE TEMPTATION.
GOD IS GOOD; HE CANNOT LEAD YOU INTO TEMPTATION. But his very goodness leads you into temptation. The goodness of God is something which is already there. It exists; you have to do nothing to create it. You simply open to it and it showers on you.
When you become good you have not done anything; YOU BECOME GOOD THROUGH GOD. But when you become bad, you have done something; you become bad through yourself. So when you are good, the ego cannot exist. It is a prasad, a gift from God.
WHEN YOU SAY 'YES', THE EGO CANNOT EXIST; you disappear. In the very moment you say 'yes', you are not there; that is the temptation. Only by doing bad, you can be. Whenever you do evil, you are there; whenever you do good, you are not there -- GOOD FLOWS THROUGH YOU, EVIL YOU DO. Through evil you are, through good you disappear -- that's the temptation. Adam means 'no'; Jesus means 'yes'. Between Adam and Jesus is the whole history of human consciousness.
WHAT WAS THE TEMPTATION OF ADAM? Why did he disobey? God was good, but Adam was not there. Through his disobedience he created himself -- that is the temptation. In the Garden of Eden, God was there, everywhere. Adam was not there; he was a non-entity, a part of the whole. Through asserting, through saying 'no', through disobedience, through rejecting God, through doing evil, he became himself.
Adam was the first man, not because he was the first man -- there may have been many others before him, but nobody said 'no'. So the history cannot record them; they had no egos. And this is my feeling: HOW COULD ADAM HAVE BEEN THE FIRST MAN? There may have been millions before him, but nobody said 'no'. They could not become men, they could not become egos. Adam said 'no'. Of course he suffered for saying that; he was thrown out of the garden of bliss.
EVIL LEADS YOU INTO SUFFERING, but it has a temptation: it creates the 'I', you can feel that you are. Jesus, Buddha; they are not. Hitler, Genghis Khan; they are. The more evil you do, the more your ego becomes strengthened. The more against you go, against the wind, against the current, the more you feel that you are. When you float with the river, where are you? The river is, and the river goes on flowing through you also. God is good -- that's the temptation.
Just the other night I was reading a sentence from Baudelaire. It is simply, unbelievably true. Baudelaire says, 'The truth is; the truth is beautiful; the truth is good; the truth is God. I believe in it. That's why I am going to oppose it.' From where does this opposition come? Baudelaire says, 'If I don't oppose it, then I will not be. I have to say no; only then I can be.' Otherwise, TRUTH IS OVERPOWERING: IT ENVELOPS YOU, IT SURROUNDS YOU. You simply disappear in it, you melt into it.
You can say that you have done evil, but you cannot say that you have done good. GOOD IS ALWAYS DONE BY GOD. Good is already there, you are not needed to create it. Evil has to be created. Good can only be discovered; evil has to be created. The reality is there, the dream has to be created. You can claim your authorship about dreams; you cannot claim your authorship about reality -- that's the temptation. 'No' is very tempting. The very goodness of God tempts you against him. You have to oppose him, you have to go against, you have to betray, otherwise you will be lost. Adam says 'No', Jesus says 'Yes', and I say, this is the whole history of man. ADAM IS THE FIRST SON OF MAN, AND JESUS IS THE FIRST SON OF GOD. By saying yes, by surrendering, he disappears. Only then God remains.
In the prayer 'Our Father', does God lead us in temptation? God cannot lead you, but you are led by your own mind. A temptation arises because God seems to be destroying you. I come across people every day who would like to say yes to me, who would like to surrender, but they cannot -- it is too risky, it is dangerous. I can feel it. But something in them tempts them not to surrender. Something in them says, 'Go away, don't be here. It is dangerous to be here.' It is not that I am tempting them, but they are tempted. Wherever you see something which is already there, nothing is to be done. You have only to recognize it. But then where will you be? -- that is the temptation. THE EGO IS THE TEMPTATION.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
the only SIN
HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT ABOUT IT, THAT YOU EXIST? It seems so impossible; there is no reason why. But you don't look at it because it has been given to you as a gift; you have not paid for it. That's why you are unaware, oblivious of it: A TREMENDOUS RICHNESS, THAT YOU ARE, that this moment you are conscious and alive and you can see the flowers, and you can smell the fragrance, and you can listen to the songs, AND YOU CAN EVEN ENCOUNTER A JESUS AND A BUDDHA. The sheer impossibility of it! -- just think of it.
THERE IS NO REASON WHY YOU ARE; it is just out of the blue. That is the meaning of "the grace of God". If you were not there, there is no way to be. If you were not there, you could not complain anywhere; there is no court of appeal. If you were not there, you are simply not there; you could not do anything about it.
You ARE. And you are conscious, and you are full of love, and you are wasting it -- a great gift will be wasted. You are not using it, you are not using the opportunity to grow. THE MORE YOU GROW, THE GREATER THE GIFTS BECOME AVAILABLE TO YOU. This is just the beginning, this is just the alpha; and you don't know what the omega is. Christ is the omega point. But if you go on living now, deeply committed to life, not postponing, going deeper and deeper every moment, living as wholly as possible, you will reach to the omega point. Even at the alpha point life is tremendously beautiful; what to say about the omega point? And you will never find any point for mourning.
IF YOU LIVE IT, LIFE IS ALWAYS A DEEP GRATITUDE. If you don't live it, things go sour, things become bitter: one mourns, one complains, one loses the capacity for thankfulness. Prayer disappears and then you live an angry life or a sorrowful life -- that simply means you missed. Nobody else is responsible, only you; ONLY YOU, nobody else is responsible. The responsibility is totally yours because you are free to choose -- to die, or to commit a slow suicide.
As I see it, millions of people go on simply committing a slow suicide. They go on poisoning themselves. THROUGH POSTPONING, YOU POISON YOURSELF. Then even that which is given to you will have to be taken away. And Jesus is perfectly true when he says this, and it is one of the most fundamental laws of life: THAT IF YOU HAVE, MORE WILL BE GIVEN TO YOU; IF YOU DON'T HAVE, EVEN THAT WHICH YOU HAVE WILL BE TAKEN AWAY. That is mourning.
Use! Be creative! Let life be a great adventure. The only sin there is, is if your life is not an adventure. Then, you are a sinner.
THERE IS NO REASON WHY YOU ARE; it is just out of the blue. That is the meaning of "the grace of God". If you were not there, there is no way to be. If you were not there, you could not complain anywhere; there is no court of appeal. If you were not there, you are simply not there; you could not do anything about it.
You ARE. And you are conscious, and you are full of love, and you are wasting it -- a great gift will be wasted. You are not using it, you are not using the opportunity to grow. THE MORE YOU GROW, THE GREATER THE GIFTS BECOME AVAILABLE TO YOU. This is just the beginning, this is just the alpha; and you don't know what the omega is. Christ is the omega point. But if you go on living now, deeply committed to life, not postponing, going deeper and deeper every moment, living as wholly as possible, you will reach to the omega point. Even at the alpha point life is tremendously beautiful; what to say about the omega point? And you will never find any point for mourning.
IF YOU LIVE IT, LIFE IS ALWAYS A DEEP GRATITUDE. If you don't live it, things go sour, things become bitter: one mourns, one complains, one loses the capacity for thankfulness. Prayer disappears and then you live an angry life or a sorrowful life -- that simply means you missed. Nobody else is responsible, only you; ONLY YOU, nobody else is responsible. The responsibility is totally yours because you are free to choose -- to die, or to commit a slow suicide.
As I see it, millions of people go on simply committing a slow suicide. They go on poisoning themselves. THROUGH POSTPONING, YOU POISON YOURSELF. Then even that which is given to you will have to be taken away. And Jesus is perfectly true when he says this, and it is one of the most fundamental laws of life: THAT IF YOU HAVE, MORE WILL BE GIVEN TO YOU; IF YOU DON'T HAVE, EVEN THAT WHICH YOU HAVE WILL BE TAKEN AWAY. That is mourning.
Use! Be creative! Let life be a great adventure. The only sin there is, is if your life is not an adventure. Then, you are a sinner.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Do we create relationships because we miss love??
Relationship means something complete, finished, closed. Love is never a relationship; love is relating. It is always a river, flowing, unending. Love knows no full stop; the honeymoon begins but never ends. It is not like a novel that starts at a certain point and ends at a certain point. It is an ongoing phenomenon. Lovers end, love continues. It is a continuum. It is a verb not a noun.
Why do we reduce the beauty of relating to a relationship? Why are we in such a hurry? Because to relate is insecure, and relationship is security, relationship has certainity.
Relating is just a meeting of two strangers, maybe just an overnight stay and in the morning we say goodbye. Who knows what is going to happen tomorrow? We are so afraid that we want to make it certain, we want to make it predictable. We would like tomorrow to be according to our ideas; we don’t allow it freedom to have its own way.
You are in love with a woman or a man and immediately you start thinking of getting married. You make it a legal contract.
Why? How does the law comes into love? The law comes into love because love is not there. It is only a fantasy, and you know the fantasy will disappear. Before it disappears, settle down. Before it disappears, do something so it becomes impossible to separate.
Why do we reduce the beauty of relating to a relationship? Why are we in such a hurry? Because to relate is insecure, and relationship is security, relationship has certainity.
Relating is just a meeting of two strangers, maybe just an overnight stay and in the morning we say goodbye. Who knows what is going to happen tomorrow? We are so afraid that we want to make it certain, we want to make it predictable. We would like tomorrow to be according to our ideas; we don’t allow it freedom to have its own way.
You are in love with a woman or a man and immediately you start thinking of getting married. You make it a legal contract.
Why? How does the law comes into love? The law comes into love because love is not there. It is only a fantasy, and you know the fantasy will disappear. Before it disappears, settle down. Before it disappears, do something so it becomes impossible to separate.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
RELAX AND DESTROY THE SPLIT
RELAX AND DESTROY THE SPLIT that society has created in you. SAY ONLY THAT WHICH YOU MEAN. Act according to your own spontaneity, never bothering about consequences. It is a small life and it should not be spoiled in thinking about consequences here and hereafter.
ONE SHOULD LIVE TOTALLY, INTENSELY, JOYOUSLY and just like an open book, available for anybody to read it. Of course you will not make a name in the history books. But what is the point in making a name in the history books?
LIVE, RATHER THAN THINK OF BEING REMEMBERED. You will be dead. Millions of people have lived on the earth and we don't know even their names. Accept that simple fact: that you are here for only few days and then you will be gone. These few days are not to be wasted in hypocrisy, in fear. These days have to be rejoiced.
Nobody knows anything about the future. YOUR HEAVEN AND YOUR HELL AND YOUR GOD ARE MOST PROBABLY ALL HYPOTHESES, UNPROVED. The only thing that is in your hands is your life -- make it as rich as possible.
By intimacy, by love, by opening yourself to many people, you become richer. And if you can live in deep love, in deep friendship, in deep intimacy, with many people, you have lived rightly, and wherever you happen to be... you have learned the art; you will be living there, too, happily.
OSHO
The Hidden Splendor
Ch #4: Who is preventing you? Join the dance!
am in Chuang Tzu Auditorium
ONE SHOULD LIVE TOTALLY, INTENSELY, JOYOUSLY and just like an open book, available for anybody to read it. Of course you will not make a name in the history books. But what is the point in making a name in the history books?
LIVE, RATHER THAN THINK OF BEING REMEMBERED. You will be dead. Millions of people have lived on the earth and we don't know even their names. Accept that simple fact: that you are here for only few days and then you will be gone. These few days are not to be wasted in hypocrisy, in fear. These days have to be rejoiced.
Nobody knows anything about the future. YOUR HEAVEN AND YOUR HELL AND YOUR GOD ARE MOST PROBABLY ALL HYPOTHESES, UNPROVED. The only thing that is in your hands is your life -- make it as rich as possible.
By intimacy, by love, by opening yourself to many people, you become richer. And if you can live in deep love, in deep friendship, in deep intimacy, with many people, you have lived rightly, and wherever you happen to be... you have learned the art; you will be living there, too, happily.
OSHO
The Hidden Splendor
Ch #4: Who is preventing you? Join the dance!
am in Chuang Tzu Auditorium
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
What is love....
( I got this through the mail from one of my friends )
A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, "What does love mean?"
The answers got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think:
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"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore.
So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love."
Rebecca- age 8
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"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.
You just know that your name is safe in their mouth."
Billy - age 4
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"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other."
Karl - age 5
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"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs."
Chrissy - age 6
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"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired."
Terri - age 4
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"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK."
Danny - age 7
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"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more.
My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss"
Emily - age 8
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"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen."
Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)
____________________
"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,"
Nikka - age 6
(we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet)
____________________
"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday."
Noelle - age 7
____________________
"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well."
Tommy - age 6
____________________
"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling.
He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore."
Cindy - age 8
____________________
"My mommy loves me more than anybody .
You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night."
Clare - age 6
____________________
"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken."
Elaine-age 5
____________________
"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford."
Chris - age 7
____________________
"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day."
Mary Ann - age 4
____________________
"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones."
Lauren - age 4
____________________
"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you." (what an image)
Karen - age 7
____________________
"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget."
Jessica - age 8
____________________
And the final one -- Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge.
The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.
The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife.
Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.
When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said,
" Nothing, I just helped him cry "
A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, "What does love mean?"
The answers got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think:
____________________
"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore.
So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love."
Rebecca- age 8
____________________
"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.
You just know that your name is safe in their mouth."
Billy - age 4
____________________
"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other."
Karl - age 5
____________________
"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs."
Chrissy - age 6
____________________
"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired."
Terri - age 4
____________________
"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK."
Danny - age 7
____________________
"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more.
My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss"
Emily - age 8
____________________
"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen."
Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)
____________________
"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,"
Nikka - age 6
(we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet)
____________________
"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday."
Noelle - age 7
____________________
"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well."
Tommy - age 6
____________________
"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling.
He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore."
Cindy - age 8
____________________
"My mommy loves me more than anybody .
You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night."
Clare - age 6
____________________
"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken."
Elaine-age 5
____________________
"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford."
Chris - age 7
____________________
"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day."
Mary Ann - age 4
____________________
"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones."
Lauren - age 4
____________________
"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you." (what an image)
Karen - age 7
____________________
"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget."
Jessica - age 8
____________________
And the final one -- Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge.
The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.
The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife.
Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.
When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said,
" Nothing, I just helped him cry "
Monday, October 20, 2008
well....truly said..Hosh walo ko khabr kya..bekhudi kya cheez hai..it is no doubt very nice to be sometimes just let oneself in love..sounds a little crazy..but thats how the cosmic law works..and the same Jagjeet Singh is trying to say..so enjoy the song..with hearts..bcoz only with ears u will miss the treasure..
Living happy ever after,,,,OSHO
Rather than living completely separately just meet for two or three hours
everyday, and the remaining time be alone. You can use the frictions and the
situations that come up in your relationship and be alone too.
In fact whenever 2 people are in love, they should not be together for 24
hours. It is very very harmful to them, and more than that, it is harmful to
the love itself. People kill and destroy their love by being together too
much, because something deep down is violated.
Each is in need of a certain space, and lovers become too interfering in
each others lives, unknowingly of course. They love – so they want to cling
and interfere in each and everything – and that's how every love is
destroyed. Love can be tremendously beautiful if not destroyed. If it is
destroyed it can become the greatest hell there is.
As son as anger or irritation or a desire to be alone arises, you should
immediately separate for a time. Each person needs a physical and
psychological space to himself. Lovers should only meet again when they want
to be together very much, when it has become a really intense desire.
If you live alone too much you get bored. There is no excitement simply you,
you and you. It is monotonous, a single note. You want a change a little
spice. The other brings the change brings another world into your world, and
that is helpful.
If lovers can know this rhythm of being alone and together and constantly
move between the two……….
If the other person loves you he/she will respect your need and if you love
the other you will respect his/her need. If you don't allow the other person
space, by and by one becomes miserable and will escape completely. So give a
little space ….. don't cling.
The greater the freedom in love the greater the possibility of it remaining
forever and ever.
If you make the other happy, your own happiness grows and the other returns
it, and there is no end to it.
osho.
everyday, and the remaining time be alone. You can use the frictions and the
situations that come up in your relationship and be alone too.
In fact whenever 2 people are in love, they should not be together for 24
hours. It is very very harmful to them, and more than that, it is harmful to
the love itself. People kill and destroy their love by being together too
much, because something deep down is violated.
Each is in need of a certain space, and lovers become too interfering in
each others lives, unknowingly of course. They love – so they want to cling
and interfere in each and everything – and that's how every love is
destroyed. Love can be tremendously beautiful if not destroyed. If it is
destroyed it can become the greatest hell there is.
As son as anger or irritation or a desire to be alone arises, you should
immediately separate for a time. Each person needs a physical and
psychological space to himself. Lovers should only meet again when they want
to be together very much, when it has become a really intense desire.
If you live alone too much you get bored. There is no excitement simply you,
you and you. It is monotonous, a single note. You want a change a little
spice. The other brings the change brings another world into your world, and
that is helpful.
If lovers can know this rhythm of being alone and together and constantly
move between the two……….
If the other person loves you he/she will respect your need and if you love
the other you will respect his/her need. If you don't allow the other person
space, by and by one becomes miserable and will escape completely. So give a
little space ….. don't cling.
The greater the freedom in love the greater the possibility of it remaining
forever and ever.
If you make the other happy, your own happiness grows and the other returns
it, and there is no end to it.
osho.
Karunesh-a true new age musician
Karunesh is a new age/ambient musician born in Cologne, Germany, 1956. His music has strong Asian and Indian influences prevalent throughout, with liberal use of Indian instruments (like the sitar for example).
In 1987, Karunesh released his first album entitled Sounds of the Heart, which was met with success, followed by Colors Of Light the following year and Sky's Beyond the year after that.
Songs from his world album 'Global Spirit' are featured on the Buddha Bar compilations and many more can be found in numerous world fusion projects.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Amir Khusro-the great Sufi mystic
Khusro was a prolific classical poet associated with the royal courts of more than seven rulers of the
Delhi sultanate.His poetry is still sung today at Sufi shrines. Amir Khusro is credited with fashioning the tabla as a split version of the traditional Indian drum, the pakhawaj
Delhi sultanate.His poetry is still sung today at Sufi shrines. Amir Khusro is credited with fashioning the tabla as a split version of the traditional Indian drum, the pakhawaj
Some samples of Khusro's poetry
Agar firdaus bar roo-e zameen ast,
Hameen ast-o hameen ast-o hameen ast.
If there is any paradise on the face of the earth,
It is this, it is this, it is this
ख़ुसरो दरिया प्रेम का, उलटी वा की धार,
जो उतरा सो डूब गया, जो डूबा सो पार.
Khusro dariya prem ka, ulṭī vā kī dhār,
Jo utrā so ḍūb gayā, jo ḍūbā so pār.
Khusro! the river of love has a reverse flow
He who enters will drown, he who drowns will get across.
सेज वो सूनी देख के रोवुँ मैं दिन रैन,
पिया पिया मैं करत हूँ पहरों, पल भर सुख ना चैन.
Sej vo sūnī dekh ke rovun main din rain,
Piyā piyā main karat hūn pahron, pal bhar sukh nā chain.
Seeing the empty bed I cry night and day
Calling for my beloved all day, not a moment's happiness or rest.
छाप तिलक सब छीनी रे मोसे नैना मिलाइके
प्रेम भटी का मदवा पिलाइके
मतवारी कर लीन्ही रे मोसे नैना मिलाइके
गोरी गोरी बईयाँ, हरी हरी चूड़ियाँ
बईयाँ पकड़ धर लीन्ही रे मोसे नैना मिलाइके
बल बल जाऊं मैं तोरे रंग रजवा
अपनी सी रंग दीन्ही रे मोसे नैना मिलाइके
खुसरो निजाम के बल बल जाए
मोहे सुहागन कीन्ही रे मोसे नैना मिलाइके
छाप तिलक सब छीनी रे मोसे नैना मिलाइके
Chhāp tilak sab chīnī re mose nainā milāike
Bāt atham keh dīnī re mose nainā milāike
Prem bhaṭī kā madvā pilāike
Matvālī kar līnhī re mose nainā milāike
Gorī gorī baīyān, harī harī chuṛiyān
baīyān pakaṛ dhar līnhī re mose nainā milāike
Bal bal jāūn main tore rang rajvā
Apnī sī kar līnhī re mose nainā milāike
Khusro Nijām ke bal bal jaiye
Mohe suhāgan kīnhī re mose nainā milāike
Bāt atham keh dīnī re mose nainā milāike
You've taken away my looks, my identity, by just a glance.
By making me drink the wine from the distillery of love
You've intoxicated me by just a glance;
My fair, delicate wrists with green bangles in them,
Have been held tightly by you with just a glance.
I give my life to you, Oh my cloth-dyer,
You've dyed me in yourself, by just a glance.
I give my whole life to you Oh, Nijam,
You've made me your bride, by just a glance.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
my love passed unknown
my love passed unknown.... 
...so did hers !!!!!!
As I sat there in English class,
I stared at the girl next to me
She was my so called 'best friend '
I stared at her long, silky hair,
and wished she was mine
But she didn't notice me like that,
and I knew it...
After class, she walked up to me and
asked me for the notes
she had missed the day before
I handed them to her
She said 'thanks' and left...
I want to tell her, I want her to know
that I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,
and I don't know why...
11th Grade....... ......... ......... ......... ....
The phone rang...On the other end,
it was her...She was in tears,
mumbling on and on about how her
love had broke her heart
She asked me to come over because
she didn't want to be alone, So I did
As I sat next to her on the sofa,
I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine
After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie,
and three bags of chips, she decided to go home
She looked at me, said 'thanks' and left...
I want to tell her, I want her to know that
I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,
and I don't know why...
Senior year........ ......... ......... ......... .........
One fine day she walked to my locker
"My date is sick" she said, "hes not gonna go well",
I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade,
we made a promise that if neither of us had dates,
we would go together just as 'best friends'
So we did...That night, after everything was over,
I was standing at her front door step
I stared at her as She smiled at me
and stared at me with her crystal eyes
Then she said- "I had the best time, thanks!" and left...
I want to tell her, I want her to know
that I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,
and I don't know why...
Graduation.. ......... ......... ......... ......... ..
A day passed, then a week, then a month
Before I could blink, it was graduation day
I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel
up on stage to get her diploma
I wanted her to be mine-but
she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it
Before everyone went home,
she came to me in her smock and hat,
and cried as I hugged her
Then she lifted her head from my shoulder
and said- 'you're my best friend, thanks' and left...
I want to tell her, I want her to know
that I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,
and I don't know why...
Marriage.... ......... ......... ......... ......... ......
Now I sit in the pews of the church
That girl is getting married now
and drive off to her new life,
married to another man
I wanted her to be mine,
but she didn't see me like that,
and I knew it...
But before she drove away,
she came to me and said 'you came! '
She said 'thanks' and left...
I want her to know that
I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,
and I don't know why...
Death....... ......... ......... ......... ......... .......
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin
of a girl who used to be my 'best friend'.
At the service, they read a diary entry
she had wrote in her high school years
This is what it read:
"I stare at him wishing he was mine;
but he doesn't notice me like that,
and I know it. I want to tell him,
I want him to know that
I don't want to be just friends,
I love him but I'm just too shy,
and I don't know why...
I wish he would tell me he loved me ! "
...'I wish I did too'...
I thought to my self, and I cried...
" Do yourself a favour, tell her/him you love them...
They won't be there....... ......... ...Forever
we never know what god has in store for us....but he surely does love each 1 of us.....we must never feelshy 2 show our love......
...so did hers !!!!!!As I sat there in English class,
I stared at the girl next to me
She was my so called 'best friend '
I stared at her long, silky hair,
and wished she was mine
But she didn't notice me like that,
and I knew it...
After class, she walked up to me and
asked me for the notes
she had missed the day before
I handed them to her
She said 'thanks' and left...
I want to tell her, I want her to know
that I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,
and I don't know why...
11th Grade....... ......... ......... ......... ....
The phone rang...On the other end,
it was her...She was in tears,
mumbling on and on about how her
love had broke her heart
She asked me to come over because
she didn't want to be alone, So I did
As I sat next to her on the sofa,
I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine
After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie,
and three bags of chips, she decided to go home
She looked at me, said 'thanks' and left...
I want to tell her, I want her to know that
I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,
and I don't know why...
Senior year........ ......... ......... ......... .........
One fine day she walked to my locker
"My date is sick" she said, "hes not gonna go well",
I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade,
we made a promise that if neither of us had dates,
we would go together just as 'best friends'
So we did...That night, after everything was over,
I was standing at her front door step
I stared at her as She smiled at me
and stared at me with her crystal eyes
Then she said- "I had the best time, thanks!" and left...
I want to tell her, I want her to know
that I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,
and I don't know why...
Graduation.. ......... ......... ......... ......... ..
A day passed, then a week, then a month
Before I could blink, it was graduation day
I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel
up on stage to get her diploma
I wanted her to be mine-but
she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it
Before everyone went home,
she came to me in her smock and hat,
and cried as I hugged her
Then she lifted her head from my shoulder
and said- 'you're my best friend, thanks' and left...
I want to tell her, I want her to know
that I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,
and I don't know why...
Marriage.... ......... ......... ......... ......... ......
Now I sit in the pews of the church
That girl is getting married now
and drive off to her new life,
married to another man
I wanted her to be mine,
but she didn't see me like that,
and I knew it...
But before she drove away,
she came to me and said 'you came! '
She said 'thanks' and left...
I want her to know that
I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,
and I don't know why...
Death....... ......... ......... ......... ......... .......
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin
of a girl who used to be my 'best friend'.
At the service, they read a diary entry
she had wrote in her high school years
This is what it read:
"I stare at him wishing he was mine;
but he doesn't notice me like that,
and I know it. I want to tell him,
I want him to know that
I don't want to be just friends,
I love him but I'm just too shy,
and I don't know why...
I wish he would tell me he loved me ! "
...'I wish I did too'...
I thought to my self, and I cried...
" Do yourself a favour, tell her/him you love them...
They won't be there....... ......... ...Forever
we never know what god has in store for us....but he surely does love each 1 of us.....we must never feelshy 2 show our love......
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Well..this ghazal is of Qateel Shifai....and i can bet that no one can escape without giving a wah-wah on this...
tuune ye phuul jo zulfo.n me.n lagaa rakhaa hai
ik diyaa hai jo a.Ndhero.n me.n jalaa rakhaa hai
jiit le jaaye ko_ii mujhako nasiibo.n vaalaa
zindagii ne mujhe daa o pe lagaa rakhaa hai
[daao=at stake]
jaane kab aaye ko_ii dil me.n jhaa.Nkane vaalaa
is liye mai.n ne Girebaa.N ko khulaa rakhaa hai
imtehaa.N aur merii zabt kaa tum kyaa loge
mai.n ne dha.Dakan ko bhii siine me.n chhupaa rakhaa hai
tuune ye phuul jo zulfo.n me.n lagaa rakhaa hai
ik diyaa hai jo a.Ndhero.n me.n jalaa rakhaa hai
jiit le jaaye ko_ii mujhako nasiibo.n vaalaa
zindagii ne mujhe daa o pe lagaa rakhaa hai
[daao=at stake]
jaane kab aaye ko_ii dil me.n jhaa.Nkane vaalaa
is liye mai.n ne Girebaa.N ko khulaa rakhaa hai
imtehaa.N aur merii zabt kaa tum kyaa loge
mai.n ne dha.Dakan ko bhii siine me.n chhupaa rakhaa hai
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
khul ke rone kii tamannaa thii hame.n
This piece has been written by Sufi Ghulam Mustafa Tabassum....i dnt know him...but he has written so beautifully...especially the line "khul ke rone kii tamannaa thii hame.nek do aa.Nsuu nikal kar rah gaye"...so read on and enjoy.....
jab bhii do aa.Nsuu nikal kar rah gaye
dard ke unavaa.N badal kar rah gaye
[unavaa.N = title/preface]
kitanii fariyaade.n labo.n par ruk ga_ii.n
kitane ashk aaho.n me.n Dhal kar rah gaye
[fariyaad = plea]
ruKh badal jaataa merii taqadiir kaa
aap hii tevar badal kar rah gaye
[tevar = countenance]
khul ke rone kii tamannaa thii hame.n
ek do aa.Nsuu nikal kar rah gaye
zindagii bhar saath denaa thaa jinhe.n
do qadam ham_raah chal kar rah gaye
tere andaaz-e-tabassum kaa fusuu.N
haadise pahaluu badal kar rah gaye
[andaaz-e-tabassum = way of smiling; fusuu.N = magic]
[haadise = incidents]
jab bhii do aa.Nsuu nikal kar rah gaye
dard ke unavaa.N badal kar rah gaye
[unavaa.N = title/preface]
kitanii fariyaade.n labo.n par ruk ga_ii.n
kitane ashk aaho.n me.n Dhal kar rah gaye
[fariyaad = plea]
ruKh badal jaataa merii taqadiir kaa
aap hii tevar badal kar rah gaye
[tevar = countenance]
khul ke rone kii tamannaa thii hame.n
ek do aa.Nsuu nikal kar rah gaye
zindagii bhar saath denaa thaa jinhe.n
do qadam ham_raah chal kar rah gaye
tere andaaz-e-tabassum kaa fusuu.N
haadise pahaluu badal kar rah gaye
[andaaz-e-tabassum = way of smiling; fusuu.N = magic]
[haadise = incidents]
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Love story ends bt life continues.........
Friend: Happy birthday!
She : Haan...tha......nk yo....u...was just getting up from the bed.
Friend : Oh! That means I am the first to wish you!
She : Naa! He has already wished me at 12 in the night.
Friend : Who???
She : Come on, who else, Nitin.
Friend : Oh, ok. So, what's the plan for today?
She : Nitin told me that he has a surprise gift for me for my Birthday. And also we are going to Flower Show today. I am excited! I have never seen the flower show that happens in Lal Baug. Actually that itself is the most wonderful gift for me.
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Friend : "Did you go to Palace grounds all the way from Basavanagudi, to see Bryan Adam's show!!! Who accompanied you?"
She : Nitin
Friend : By the way, who referred your CV in SoCrates? I mean you don't know anyone there, right?
She : No, he forwarded my CV to one of his friends there.
Friend : I heard that the HR round interview went on till 8pm in the night. I think you faced difficulty in returning to your room.
She : No, he had come to pick me up. He came from his office, dropped me to my room and he returned to his room at around 11pm. He didn't have dinner also. I asked him to have at my room. Poor Nitin.
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Friend : If you are supposed to go home tomorrow itself then what about reservation?
She : I have told him, he will go to Majestic and would get it done, and he told he has some work in Majestic. That's why I am relaxed a bit.
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Friend : How was your written test in Philips?
She : I failed yaar. The day before the test I had prepared perfectly. Nitin had come to our room. He taught me the basics of embedded programming concepts. I was very confident only because of him. But something else was in store for me.
Friend : Then, what did you do on Sunday?
She : We had gone to see "Lakshya". He doesn't see Hindi movies. But as I was upset after failing in the Philips written test, he took me for movie. I was very happy and surprised that he himself decided for a Hindi movie, and he was very happy that I enjoyed the movie. And you know; we had dinner in Pizza hut. It was his belated B'day treat!
Friend : And, what was your belated gift ;-)
She : Gift!! I had given the gift on his B'day itself. I was the first to call him at 12 in the night, he was busy throughout the day, and somehow we could meet in the evening and I gifted him with a cute time piece with a nice quote on it. He doesn't have time sense, so my time piece must always remind him of this. That day he didn't give me any treat as he had to go back to office. Yesterday I had a fight over this, you know! Poor kid.
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Friend : Hello...what about our sari shopping program in Malleshwaram?
She : Listen, I will call you later.
Friend : You didn't call me back in the morning, so I called now.
She : Yeah, when you called I was in Koramangala, with Nitin. He was very upset in the morning. He had a fight with his elder brother. So, it wouldn't have been fair on my part to leave him alone. If I am with him in such situation very soon he comes back to normalcy. So I postponed the Malleshwaram program.
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Friend : Hey! What happened? You seem to be very happy today.
She : Why not? You know today is one of the most happiest days for me. Nitin got an onsite assignment in UK , for 6 months! That's why I am very happy. All of his hard work paid today. He had been waiting for this opportunity since long. He'll be leaving next month.
Friend : You will miss him.
She : Badly. I am so much dependent on him. I must thank Sanju, through him only I got to know Nitin. Without Nitin it would have been very difficult for me to stay in this alien city with no friends, relatives and on top of all, no job. He has been so caring friend all through my tough times in this city, he is so mature, so understanding, so trustworthy...a true friend.
Friend : He loves you yaar.
She : I know.
Friend : And you? Don't you love him?
She : I don't want to.
Friend : Don't tell me. You also feel for him.
She : I know yaar. He has everything that I expect in my dream-life-partner. I know I can never get a true life partner like him. But I don't want to commit.
Friend : What is stopping you? I really don't understand. ?
She : Please...don't say like that. I never told him that I love him or something like that.
Friend : Is he a fool not to understand your feelings which are so clear from outside only? Poor fellow, don't leave him alone.
She : I have told him everything about my family. He knows how orthodox my parents are. They can never expect me marrying a guy from a different caste. They trust me. Come what may, I will not hurt my parent's feelings. I cannot imagine also. Now they are happily searching a guy for me in my native place.
Friend : Hmm, I don't understand at all.
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She : This Saturday I have to go home, a guy is coming to see me.
Friend : Oh! Is it? Good news yaar. Your first interview! Wish you all the best.
Friend : Any guesses, who is he?
She : Please yaar. I am least bothered and least interested. For the sake of my parents' happiness I have agreed for this.
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Friend : What about the interview, I was expecting your call actually?
She : Nothing so special. I didn't like the guy's attitude. I told my parents clearly. My parents are very understanding and so they too told me that they won't go ahead with this matter.
Friend : But still you should have analyzed properly.
She : I shared my views with Nitin. He had called me the next day. He didn't suggest me anything. He didn't tell me to say "yes" or "no", he didn't preach what is right or what is wrong. But after talking to him I was satisfied that whatever decision I took was right.
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Friend : Yesterday your mobile was engaged for more than half an hour. I kept trying, but I slept after 11pm.
She : Yeah, I was talking to Nitin. He is very much worried about my marriage. He is concerned whether I would get a guy of my choice or not, whether I would be happy with him or not. I was very sad to know this. But I am helpless. I pacified him and convinced that whatever my parents do, that will be the best for me, so no need to worry.
Friend : How Nitin will feel after you get married? Will he not be upset all the time?
She : Time will change everything. He will start living again. Was he not leading a normal life before I came into his life? It's all matter of time. Even I can't do anything other than pacifying him and myself with these philosophical statements.
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Finally " She " got engaged with a guy of her parent's choice (with her "yes" of course). She is in touch with both Nitin and the new " him " regularly through chatting in Yahoo Messenger.
Finally " She " got happily married to " him ", very soon converting Nitin into memories, but deleting the memories was slow and almost impossible for Nitin.
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Why do girls do like this?
She needs him when she is new to the city.
She needs his help in finding out a PG or hostel for her
She makes him prepare a good-format-CV for her
She needs him to drop her to the venue of a walk-in interview
She expects him to collect all the consultants' mail ids
She needs him while preparing for the interviews
She needs his help in identifying HER skill sets, strengths and weakness!
She wants him to conduct a mock-interview for her!
She gives her yahoo mail id password so that he can forward her CV to consultants through internet in his office (in office hours!)
She needs him for boosting her confidence when she fails in the 1 st written test in her life
She wants him to take her to M.G Road , Brigade Road, Forum and Big bazaar
She needs his company while visiting all the temples in Malleshwaram on Vijayadashami, though he is not a believer of God.
She asks his opinions on importance of marriage
She wants him to be a shoulder to cry when her parents force her for marriage
She needs his help in preparing her mind for the first interview with a guy
She needs his help in deciding about the marriage proposal
She loves to share her happiness with him when she gets engaged
She expects him to attend her marriage (Come on guys, he is a true friend of her!)
The guy does all this honestly, without saying a single "No".
He loves her.
He cares for her.
Whatever he is today; it is only because of her entry in to his life.
He treats her as his life.
She changed him.
It is only because of her, he is smiling.
It is only because of her, he has forgotten the past bitter experiences.
She is the first person in his life to influence him so much.
He was the " bhatka hua musafir " and she came as his " manzil ".
He threw the cigarette in the dust-bin because of her.
He has cultivated a positive attitude towards marriage and family because of her.
She is the perfect Indian woman he has ever seen.
He keeps a photo of Lord Krishna in his purse now; only because of her (also it is her favorite deity!).
Weekends come and go without his notice; it is only because of her.
He stopped going to office on Weekends; it is only because of her.
Onsite project was his dream; he puts all his efforts now, not to get an onsite assignment but to get a job for her in Bangalore .
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The girl depends on the guy as if she never lived and can never live without him. Guy behaves as if he has taken birth on this earth only to care for that lady. She treats him as a shoulder to cry and he treats her as a puppy in a rain storm. She loves to depend and he loves to take care, finally they fall in so called "love", ultimately adding an unnecessary trauma to life. Girls want a perfect life partner but they don't want to hurt their parents' feelings, guys know that they can't get her but still they want to care for her(because they want her to be happy wherever she is and with whoever she is).Great! Or shall I say crap !
Or I think no need to be so serious about it.
She gets engaged, life goes on...
Long lasting phone calls become short and sweet, life goes on...
A heart which was used to "Good morning" SMSs learns to be happy with just the "Happy weekend" SMSs, life goes on...
No more "Unread messages" in the yahoo mail, life goes on...
No one to share coffee at "Barista" at the end of a tiring working day, life goes on...
No more consultants' calls to be diverted and life goes on...
He starts smoking again, life goes on...
He is still living in flashback, and no looking back for her, but life goes on...
He gets promoted, he is a manager, she is mother of two kids, and life goes on...
He is in his late twenties, happily married to a beautiful, understanding, mature, caring, broad minded wife! Anyway life goes on...
There is " She " in every wife and there is Nitin in every husband (most of the times!). There are dumb spectators like " Friend " who are puzzled to see the whole episode between " She " and Nitin and just ask themselves " WHAT IT IS
She : Haan...tha......nk yo....u...was just getting up from the bed.
Friend : Oh! That means I am the first to wish you!
She : Naa! He has already wished me at 12 in the night.
Friend : Who???
She : Come on, who else, Nitin.
Friend : Oh, ok. So, what's the plan for today?
She : Nitin told me that he has a surprise gift for me for my Birthday. And also we are going to Flower Show today. I am excited! I have never seen the flower show that happens in Lal Baug. Actually that itself is the most wonderful gift for me.
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Friend : "Did you go to Palace grounds all the way from Basavanagudi, to see Bryan Adam's show!!! Who accompanied you?"
She : Nitin
Friend : By the way, who referred your CV in SoCrates? I mean you don't know anyone there, right?
She : No, he forwarded my CV to one of his friends there.
Friend : I heard that the HR round interview went on till 8pm in the night. I think you faced difficulty in returning to your room.
She : No, he had come to pick me up. He came from his office, dropped me to my room and he returned to his room at around 11pm. He didn't have dinner also. I asked him to have at my room. Poor Nitin.
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Friend : If you are supposed to go home tomorrow itself then what about reservation?
She : I have told him, he will go to Majestic and would get it done, and he told he has some work in Majestic. That's why I am relaxed a bit.
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Friend : How was your written test in Philips?
She : I failed yaar. The day before the test I had prepared perfectly. Nitin had come to our room. He taught me the basics of embedded programming concepts. I was very confident only because of him. But something else was in store for me.
Friend : Then, what did you do on Sunday?
She : We had gone to see "Lakshya". He doesn't see Hindi movies. But as I was upset after failing in the Philips written test, he took me for movie. I was very happy and surprised that he himself decided for a Hindi movie, and he was very happy that I enjoyed the movie. And you know; we had dinner in Pizza hut. It was his belated B'day treat!
Friend : And, what was your belated gift ;-)
She : Gift!! I had given the gift on his B'day itself. I was the first to call him at 12 in the night, he was busy throughout the day, and somehow we could meet in the evening and I gifted him with a cute time piece with a nice quote on it. He doesn't have time sense, so my time piece must always remind him of this. That day he didn't give me any treat as he had to go back to office. Yesterday I had a fight over this, you know! Poor kid.
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Friend : Hello...what about our sari shopping program in Malleshwaram?
She : Listen, I will call you later.
Friend : You didn't call me back in the morning, so I called now.
She : Yeah, when you called I was in Koramangala, with Nitin. He was very upset in the morning. He had a fight with his elder brother. So, it wouldn't have been fair on my part to leave him alone. If I am with him in such situation very soon he comes back to normalcy. So I postponed the Malleshwaram program.
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Friend : Hey! What happened? You seem to be very happy today.
She : Why not? You know today is one of the most happiest days for me. Nitin got an onsite assignment in UK , for 6 months! That's why I am very happy. All of his hard work paid today. He had been waiting for this opportunity since long. He'll be leaving next month.
Friend : You will miss him.
She : Badly. I am so much dependent on him. I must thank Sanju, through him only I got to know Nitin. Without Nitin it would have been very difficult for me to stay in this alien city with no friends, relatives and on top of all, no job. He has been so caring friend all through my tough times in this city, he is so mature, so understanding, so trustworthy...a true friend.
Friend : He loves you yaar.
She : I know.
Friend : And you? Don't you love him?
She : I don't want to.
Friend : Don't tell me. You also feel for him.
She : I know yaar. He has everything that I expect in my dream-life-partner. I know I can never get a true life partner like him. But I don't want to commit.
Friend : What is stopping you? I really don't understand. ?
She : Please...don't say like that. I never told him that I love him or something like that.
Friend : Is he a fool not to understand your feelings which are so clear from outside only? Poor fellow, don't leave him alone.
She : I have told him everything about my family. He knows how orthodox my parents are. They can never expect me marrying a guy from a different caste. They trust me. Come what may, I will not hurt my parent's feelings. I cannot imagine also. Now they are happily searching a guy for me in my native place.
Friend : Hmm, I don't understand at all.
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She : This Saturday I have to go home, a guy is coming to see me.
Friend : Oh! Is it? Good news yaar. Your first interview! Wish you all the best.
Friend : Any guesses, who is he?
She : Please yaar. I am least bothered and least interested. For the sake of my parents' happiness I have agreed for this.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Friend : What about the interview, I was expecting your call actually?
She : Nothing so special. I didn't like the guy's attitude. I told my parents clearly. My parents are very understanding and so they too told me that they won't go ahead with this matter.
Friend : But still you should have analyzed properly.
She : I shared my views with Nitin. He had called me the next day. He didn't suggest me anything. He didn't tell me to say "yes" or "no", he didn't preach what is right or what is wrong. But after talking to him I was satisfied that whatever decision I took was right.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Friend : Yesterday your mobile was engaged for more than half an hour. I kept trying, but I slept after 11pm.
She : Yeah, I was talking to Nitin. He is very much worried about my marriage. He is concerned whether I would get a guy of my choice or not, whether I would be happy with him or not. I was very sad to know this. But I am helpless. I pacified him and convinced that whatever my parents do, that will be the best for me, so no need to worry.
Friend : How Nitin will feel after you get married? Will he not be upset all the time?
She : Time will change everything. He will start living again. Was he not leading a normal life before I came into his life? It's all matter of time. Even I can't do anything other than pacifying him and myself with these philosophical statements.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Finally " She " got engaged with a guy of her parent's choice (with her "yes" of course). She is in touch with both Nitin and the new " him " regularly through chatting in Yahoo Messenger.
Finally " She " got happily married to " him ", very soon converting Nitin into memories, but deleting the memories was slow and almost impossible for Nitin.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Why do girls do like this?
She needs him when she is new to the city.
She needs his help in finding out a PG or hostel for her
She makes him prepare a good-format-CV for her
She needs him to drop her to the venue of a walk-in interview
She expects him to collect all the consultants' mail ids
She needs him while preparing for the interviews
She needs his help in identifying HER skill sets, strengths and weakness!
She wants him to conduct a mock-interview for her!
She gives her yahoo mail id password so that he can forward her CV to consultants through internet in his office (in office hours!)
She needs him for boosting her confidence when she fails in the 1 st written test in her life
She wants him to take her to M.G Road , Brigade Road, Forum and Big bazaar
She needs his company while visiting all the temples in Malleshwaram on Vijayadashami, though he is not a believer of God.
She asks his opinions on importance of marriage
She wants him to be a shoulder to cry when her parents force her for marriage
She needs his help in preparing her mind for the first interview with a guy
She needs his help in deciding about the marriage proposal
She loves to share her happiness with him when she gets engaged
She expects him to attend her marriage (Come on guys, he is a true friend of her!)
The guy does all this honestly, without saying a single "No".
He loves her.
He cares for her.
Whatever he is today; it is only because of her entry in to his life.
He treats her as his life.
She changed him.
It is only because of her, he is smiling.
It is only because of her, he has forgotten the past bitter experiences.
She is the first person in his life to influence him so much.
He was the " bhatka hua musafir " and she came as his " manzil ".
He threw the cigarette in the dust-bin because of her.
He has cultivated a positive attitude towards marriage and family because of her.
She is the perfect Indian woman he has ever seen.
He keeps a photo of Lord Krishna in his purse now; only because of her (also it is her favorite deity!).
Weekends come and go without his notice; it is only because of her.
He stopped going to office on Weekends; it is only because of her.
Onsite project was his dream; he puts all his efforts now, not to get an onsite assignment but to get a job for her in Bangalore .
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The girl depends on the guy as if she never lived and can never live without him. Guy behaves as if he has taken birth on this earth only to care for that lady. She treats him as a shoulder to cry and he treats her as a puppy in a rain storm. She loves to depend and he loves to take care, finally they fall in so called "love", ultimately adding an unnecessary trauma to life. Girls want a perfect life partner but they don't want to hurt their parents' feelings, guys know that they can't get her but still they want to care for her(because they want her to be happy wherever she is and with whoever she is).Great! Or shall I say crap !
Or I think no need to be so serious about it.
She gets engaged, life goes on...
Long lasting phone calls become short and sweet, life goes on...
A heart which was used to "Good morning" SMSs learns to be happy with just the "Happy weekend" SMSs, life goes on...
No more "Unread messages" in the yahoo mail, life goes on...
No one to share coffee at "Barista" at the end of a tiring working day, life goes on...
No more consultants' calls to be diverted and life goes on...
He starts smoking again, life goes on...
He is still living in flashback, and no looking back for her, but life goes on...
He gets promoted, he is a manager, she is mother of two kids, and life goes on...
He is in his late twenties, happily married to a beautiful, understanding, mature, caring, broad minded wife! Anyway life goes on...
There is " She " in every wife and there is Nitin in every husband (most of the times!). There are dumb spectators like " Friend " who are puzzled to see the whole episode between " She " and Nitin and just ask themselves " WHAT IT IS
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