Saturday, April 16, 2022

Message from a #liberated #guru of #bharat...

 



#liberation means many things to many people.

for me, #liberation was to find out the purpose of why #lordshiva sent me to this #universe

living a life with a purpose

at last

after I became a #guru of my young son #ridit

Liberation...

there is a little difference between the term #guru and #teacher

in ancient #bharat, we had #guru

A #guru was not dependent on the salary of anybody for his day-to-day needs

hence he was free from being influenced by any boss

so if he wished, he could see things as they are

not as they are projected by powerful people

i am not sure

but probably the term #bhikshhok was formed during the time of #lordbuddha

this was the term that drew utter respect in the society

and remember, this is not exactly the term that we use at present to debase a person - the #bhikhari 

#bhikhari means #beggar

but a #bhikshook was of high caliber people

and the rich people of the society used to offer everything they could whenever a #bhikshook came to the village

and this was the tradition of ancient #bharat

which got damaged utterly by the scoundrel #macaulay with his nasty plan to destroy the oldest civilization of this #universe

and I am sorry to say, this tradition is still going on in the guise of #education

so, the #crux of the ancient #guru of #bharat was that

they were free from any #bondage of the powerful people of the society

and hence their teaching was like pure milk. - not contaminated with polluted water provided by the powerful people to establish their own #game - healthy for both the #brain and the #brawn of the #shishya

after a lot of struggle to know #whoami

the real me is coming out

as a #guru of my young son

my great grandfather was a highly educated person working as #inspector of #colleges under the #british period for mainly three universities - #dhaka #calcutta and #burdwan and if I can remember how my grandfather used to explain his facial expression having terrific disdainful frowning while putting Red marks on the exam copies of the graduates of those times, I can imagine that he was probably a purist as far as the language was concerned.

but as I can see it, even he was somehow molded and did his higher education in the subject #english - but of course, that was the trend at that time - which was the part and parcel of the story behind the great Bengal Renaissance at that time...

but maybe that tradition is continuing in my family - and after the tremendous financial struggle I have again become a #guru after we have lost two generations of our family to work just as hand in the mouth circumstances

but I am thankful to my grandfather, who took the charge of enlightening me with the real history of #bharat showing the true picture of a person like #maxmuller and his role in destroying the facts of contemporary history of #bharat and all such facts along with stories #ramayana and #mahabharata

I am continuing to play this role with my son #ridit

so along with teaching him advanced #computerscience

now another role that I have to pick up

as a #guru showing him the real history of #bharat

not through the glasses of the first gigolo of independent #bharat after the #british left

but as an enlightened #guru from the knowledge of my #grandfather answerable only to my #lordshiva or the inner conscience

so, I and my wife took a decision today not to teach our son the history of #bharat during the darkest period - that is from Babur to Jafar shah - and this is a purposeful omit from our part to align his thought process on the real essence of #bharat 

so I have picked up the famous historian #rcmajumdar to start with - one of the many scapegoats because of his #wisdom and alignment with #truth

for the #universe

Know the real History of Bharat from here...



History of the Freedom Movement in India - I




History of the Freedom Movement in India - II




History of the Freedom Movement in India - III



Let us get rid of all the rotten eggs of society like Romila Thapar capable of producing only rotten potatoes...

And, let me end this fantastic description of the difference between Bhikhari (beggar) and Bhikshhok (the learned Guru), with one of the most fascinating poems by none other than Rabindranath Tagore describing that the Bhikshook does not care for the materialistic value of a gift, but he looks for the real love and compassion which makes the soul of the giver a real source of light - a true giver - in that gift.

enjoy...

অবদানশতক
অনাথপিণ্ডদ বুদ্ধের একজন প্রধান শিষ্য ছিলেন
"প্রভু বুদ্ধ লাগি আমি ভিক্ষা মাগি,
ওগো পুরবাসী, কে রয়েছে জাগি,
অনাথপিণ্ডদ কহিলা অম্বুদ-
নিনাদে।
সদ্য মেলিতেছে তরুণ তপন
আলস্যে অরুণ সহাস্য লোচন
শ্রাবস্তীপুরীর গগনলগন
প্রাসাদে।
বৈতালিকদল সুপ্তিতে শয়ান
এখনো ধরে নি মাঙ্গলিক গান,
দ্বিধাভরে পিক মৃদু কুহুতান
কুহরে।
ভিক্ষু কহে ডাকি, "হে নিদ্রিত পুর,
দেহো ভিক্ষা মোরে, করো নিদ্রা দূর'--
সুপ্ত পৌরজন শুনি সেই সুর
শিহরে।
সাধু কহে, "শুন, মেঘ বরিষার
নিজেরে নাশিয়া দেয় বৃষ্টিধার,
সর্ব ধর্মমাঝে ত্যাগধর্ম সার
ভুবনে।'
কৈলাসশিখর হতে দূরাগত
ভৈরবের মহাসংগীতের মতো
সে বাণী মন্দ্রিল সুখতন্দ্রারত
ভবনে।
রাজা জাগি ভাবে বৃথা রাজ্য ধন,
গৃহী ভাবে মিছা তুচ্ছ আয়োজন,
অশ্রু অকারণে করে বিসর্জন
বালিকা।
যে ললিত সুখে হৃদয় অধীর
মনে হল তাহা গত যামিনীর
স্খলিত দলিত শুষ্ক কামিনীর
মালিকা।
বাতায়ন খুলে যায় ঘরে ঘরে,
ঘুমভাঙা আঁখি ফুটে থরে থরে
অন্ধকার পথ কৌতূহলভরে
নেহারি।
"জাগো, ভিক্ষা দাও' সবে ডাকি ডাকি
সুপ্ত সৌধে তুলি নিদ্রাহীন আঁখি
শূন্য রাজবাটে চলেছে একাকী
ভিখারি।
ফেলি দিল পথে বণিকধনিকা
মুঠি মুঠি তুলি রতনকণিকা--
কেহ কণ্ঠহার, মাথার মণিকা
কেহ গো।
ধনী স্বর্ণ আনে থালি পূরে পূরে,
সাধু নাহি চাহে, পড়ে থাকে দূরে--
ভিক্ষু কহে, "ভিক্ষা আমার প্রভুরে
দেহো গো।'
বসনে ভূষণে ঢাকি গেল ধূলি,
কনকে রতনে খেলিল বিজুলি,
সন্ন্যাসী ফুকারে লয়ে শূন্য ঝুলি
সঘনে--
"ওগো পৌরজন, করো অবধান,
ভিক্ষুশ্রেষ্ঠ তিনি বুদ্ধ ভগবান,
দেহো তারে নিজ সর্বশ্রেষ্ঠ দান
যতনে।'
ফিরে যায় রাজা, ফিরে যায় শেঠ,
মিলে না প্রভুর যোগ্য কোনো ভেট,
বিশাল নগরী লাজে রহে হেঁট-
আননে।
রৌদ্র উঠে ফুটে, জেগে উঠে দেশ,
মহানগরীর পথ হল শেষ,
পুরপ্রান্তে সাধু করিলা প্রবেশ
কাননে।
দীন নারী এক ভূতলশয়ন
না ছিল তাহার অশন ভূষণ,
সে আসি নমিল সাধুর চরণ-
কমলে।
অরণ্য-আড়ালে রহি কোনোমতে
একমাত্র বাস নিল গাত্র হতে,
বাহুটি বাড়ায়ে ফেলি দিল পথে
ভূতলে।
ভিক্ষু ঊর্ধ্বভুজে করে জয়নাদ--
কহে, "ধন্য মাতঃ, করি আশীর্বাদ,
মহাভিক্ষুকের পুরাইলে সাধ
পলকে।'
চলিলা সন্ন্যাসী ত্যজিয়া নগর
ছিন্ন চীরখানি লয়ে শিরোপর
সঁপিতে বুদ্ধের চরণনখর-
আলোকে।
Contributors
Anathapindada was a leading disciple of the Buddha
"Lord Buddha, I beg,
O people of the city, who are awake,
Anathpindad said Ambud-
Ninade.
Young Tapan has just met
Arun laughter in laziness
Gaganalgan of Sravastipuri
In the palace.
Baitalikadal sleeping in sleep
Manglik song not yet caught,
Hesitant peak mild kuhutana
In the fog.
The monk says, "O sleeping city,
Deho bhiksha more, do nidra door '-
The latent citizen hears that tune
In the city.
The saint says, "Listen, the clouds are raining
The rain gives itself intoxication,
Sacrifice is the essence of all religions
In the world. '
Not far from Kailashshikhar
Like the great music of Bhairab
He is happy with the message Mandril
In the building.
The king awakens in vain the kingdom's wealth,
Homely false trivial arrangement,
Tears are wasted unnecessarily
Girl.
The heart is excited by that beautiful happiness
I think it is the last guarantor
Slippery Dalit dry Kamini
Mistress.
The window opens from room to room,
Sleepy eyes burst into layers
The dark path curiously
Nehari.
"Wake up, beg," he cried
Sleepless eyes in the dormant monument
Zero Rajbat is running alone
Beggar.
He threw the merchant on the way
Muthi Muthi Tuli Ratankanika--
Someone necklace, head bead
Someone go.
The rich bring gold to the plate,
The saint does not want, stays away--
The monk says, “Begging is my lord
Go away. '
The dust covered the clothes,
Konke Ratne played lightning,
The monk holds the empty bag in Fukare
Frequently--
"O citizen, pay attention,
The greatest of monks is Lord Buddha,
Deho is his greatest gift
As much as. '
The king goes back, Seth goes back,
No match for the Lord,
The great city is ashamed to walk.
Anne.
The sun rises, the country wakes up,
The way to the metropolis is the end,
Sadhu Karila entered the city
In the garden.
Deen Nari is an underground bed
There was no Ashan Bhushan,
He came to the feet of Namil Sadhu-
Less.
Somehow I stayed behind the forest
The only bus to be taken,
He raised his arm and threw it on the way
On the ground
The monk raises his head in joy--
Says, "Blessed Mother, bless you,
Mahabhikshukera puraile sadha
Paul. '
Chalila Sannyasi abandoned the city
Shredded chirkhani lay heading
Sampite Buddha's footsteps-
In the light.

And here we go...

when

The Real Man Comes Around with A Sankalp - A Resolution


The Kanyakumari resolve of 1892 was the resolution taken by Indian Hindu monk Swami Vivekananda to dedicate himself to the service and the welfare of people. In 1970 Vivekananda Rock Memorial was founded at the place where Vivekananda took this resolution.


Ramakrishna, the spiritual teacher of Vivekananda, desired to see his disciple dedicate his life to the welfare of society. After the death of Ramakrishna in 1886, Narendranath Datta (Pre-monastic name of Swami Vivekananda) and other disciples founded their first monastery at Baranagar.


In 1888, Narendranath Datta left the monastery as a parivrajaka (meaning: "the Hindu religious life of a wandering monk") "without fixed abode, without ties, independent and strangers wherever they go". Between 1888 and 1893 he traveled extensively in several states of India. In 1888, he visited several places in Northern India like Ayodhya, Lucknow, Agra, Vrindavan, Hathras, and Rishikesh. Between 1888 and 1890, Vivekananda visited Vaidyanath and Allahabad.


In 1891, he traveled to Ahmedabad, Wadhwan, and Limbdi. He also visited Girnar, Kutch, Porbandar, Dwaraka, Palitana, Nadiad, Nadiad ni haveli, and Baroda.


In 1892, he went to South India. He first traveled to Bangalore and then visited other cities like Trissur, Kodungalloor, Ernakulam, Nagercoil, and Trivandrum. He offered worship at Rameswaram and finally reached Kanyakumari on 24 December 1892.


Kanyakumari resolve

During his wandering years, Vivekananda experienced the sufferings and problems faced by common people. Poverty, lack of self-respect, and education pained him. He wanted to help these poor people. He wanted to restore the dignity and self-respect of these people.


When Vivekananda reached Kanyakumari on 24 December 1892, he was still unable to formulate an idea to help the masses of the country. In Kanyakumari, he swam across the ocean to reach a large mid-sea rock. There he sat on the rock and started meditating on India's past, present, and future. His meditation on the "last bit of Indian rock" (later known as the Vivekananda Rock Memorial) continued for three days from 25 to 27 December. Swami Vivekananda contemplated on India since the Vedic age during his 3 days of meditation in Kanya Kumari. The past glory of India brought tears to his eyes. In Bodhgaya, he contemplated the Buddhist age of India and its glory was so mesmerizing that he was overwhelmed while being in meditation.


Here he had a "vision of one India" and came up with a solution in the form of resolution, which is popularly known as the "Kanyakumari resolve of 1892"..." The purpose of the 'resolve' was also to organize sannyasins for social service...


In a letter written to Swami Ramakrishnananda on 19 March 1894, Vivekananda recalled


My brother, in view of all this, especially of poverty and ignorance, I had no sleep. At Cape Comorin sitting in Mother Kumari's temple, sitting on the last bit of Indian rock—I hit upon a plan: We are so many Sannyasins wandering about, and teaching the people metaphysics—it is all madness. Did not our Gurudeva use to say, "An empty stomach is no good for religion"? That those poor people are leading the life of brutes is simply due to ignorance. We have for all ages been sucking their blood and trampling them underfoot.


At Kanyakumari, he decided to dedicate his life to the welfare and uplifting of the common masses of India.


Sankalp Divas

The date 24 December, when Vivekananda took the resolution at Kanyakumari, is celebrated as Sankalp Divas (the resolve day, resolution day)


Learning beyond the classroom - part II



From a post of an MBA Lady of XLRI posted on Linkedin

"A close friend of mine is an IRS officer. And I recently went to meet her at a fancy government office in the heart of Delhi.

The guard at the gate asked me what I wanted. I said I was there to meet a friend.

He rudely asked me to go find another gate.

So I left and started to look around for this elusive 'other' gate.

Immediately another guard came and started shouting at me for loitering. He insisted that I leave immediately.

In a fix, I called my friend to come down.

And the moment she came and gave me a big hug, I was suddenly transformed into royalty.

I was now being treated with extreme courtesy – even deference.

Someone helped me into the lift. Someone else insisted on opening the car door for me.

I was exactly who I'd been 3 minutes ago. And yet, to them, I became a completely different person.

And this may just seem like a typical 'sarkari' thing to happen, but the truth is that we all do it.

We use our inherent biases to decide almost everything.

Whom we hire, whom we promote, and whom we trust.

Whom we open the car door for – and whom we shoo away from the gate.

So the next time we are the gatekeepers, maybe we can make a conscious effort to see beyond our biases.

To see people for who they truly are – and not just the baggage they come with."

This was my response to her:

aapko malum nahi aisey situation kayse handle karte hain... mujhe bhi kuch patay nahi tha. phir dhire dhire aankhe khulne laga... aur reality pata chala... phir ye sare tarikh pe tarikh lawyear kaysa hota hain, phir ye sare income tax ke logo ki ware mein jo gaon wala baatein karte hain uska thoda example kejri ji ne sunaya, phir pata chala police department mein kayse posting auction hota hain, aur ye sare cheese ka account kayse chori bazar se khrida hua MS- excel mein calculate hota hain, kayse bujurg log jhamela se nikalne ke liye haddi deta hain, aur ye sare ke sare cheese pata chala... phir ye sab kayse handle karna parta hain... kahan pe ghamandi kahan pe thoda muskan, aur kahan pe girls low necked dress pahante hain, sab malum hua... matlab life mein thoda senior ban gaya. to ayse mahal mein kaysa bolna chaiye . woh bhi bujurg ne sikhaya

to thoda iss haal mein aapko bolna chaye tha ki...

"aap log chinta mat karo...wapas jane ke time aap sab logo ko khush kar dungi..."

itna chota sa dialog agar aap emotion ke ssath, aankhon mein aankhein daal ke, voice mein thoda njuk hote hue hue bol dete ...

matlab jo boltein hain na ... narikala ... uoh college mein sikh leta ... sayyed aapko jo experience yaahaan pe describe kiya uoh na karna parta…

dekho boss, aisey kuch der nahin hua... mere yaad hain, purana Bengali newspaper mein kuch kuch ladies ek advertisement dete the...

Learn Bashikaran Mantra...

meaning how to tame a person...

woh sayed iss technology mein expert hain...

sikho boss...

sabse sikho...

open your mind...

Reality check: the futility of classroom education

From the above two discussions, what can a sane person learn?

If I answer you with my recent awakening, this may not sound good to many people of #bharat, and maybe I will be subjected to harassment or whatever by the so-called purist, but, as a #guru of my young son, I have to take up this reality check of the uselessness of classroom education and then you will surely understand why I have discarded all of my past experience and my engineering degree as I consider all these things were just the sheer wastage of my energy and it worked just to camouflage the real me from the outside world instead of showing my real version - the #whoami

Now let us juxtapose two of such famous political people of modern #bharat and then you will surely realize, that the training needs to be aligned with the change in the perception of the modern society…

The first one :

an absolute diligent student - may be an expert in statistics, bayesian econometrics, and all of the modern economic theories - who had worked as a senior economist in many top international monetary bodies, who probably, while studying very hard under the open sky of #punjab, under the feeble light of a lantern, roamed the field of his village barefoot, and then went to the USA to do research and gathered all such esoteric knowledge which is really unimaginable for a common person of #bharat - thought one day he would be the change maker to see his nation move ahead.

But could not really understand the reality of the universe.

So in the process, lost his voice of sanity, maybe out of fear and surrendered to the poison of an absolute a**-hole lady, who probably did not have the power to fathom his knowledge and wisdom and made him just a joker.

Such a feeble joker, that one statesman of a neighboring nation dared to call him a #dehatiauraut in an international forum in front of the camera.

And all of the people of #bharat just watched, maybe with disdain, but could not help him move out from the poisonous snake hole

The second one :  

the poisonous snake who never thought about education at all and never cared about being educated, as we, the middle-class families know as education, but learned the real game-changing mantra of the powerplay - how much poison to inject in which situation and to whom, whom to pick up as a shield, how to play the role of a bahu of #bharat without even caring for getting the citizenship of #bharat, how to create the camouflage to blind the poor and the uneducated farmers, how to keep the educated middle class happy with the masala wala haddi (the tasty bone), and what kind of masala to use for the haddi based upon the geography, and make it all under the guise of the #sacrifice just to keep the seat  warm by the former voiceless joker, so that when her own joker-son would become adult may be at the age of 65, would sit on the hot seat to rule over the blind people of #bharat

So rather than depending upon the education of statistics, literature, or philosophy, she learned how to dance around a pole to impress a gullible pilot of a cargo plane

So now you understand - who was smarter among those two and who actually won the Game Of  Life…

This is for the Reality Check of Education...

Do we need any classroom training anymore in #bharat and if we need what kind of changes in the syllabus do you suggest...

this is the question for the #universe to ponder upon...

Last but not the least...

if anyone wants to open such a department in any university to teach this

Bashikaran Mantra - or how to tame a person

which will be an exclusive women-oriented department, here is a suggestion from a #guru of #bharat to keep a statue of Urvashi or Menoka as they were probably the oldest specialist in this art form.

I can suggest recruiting a few professors -  the profile of whom you can easily get on LinkedIn

I know few such international female artists who may be recruited as a guest lecturers - one may be the Chinese ambassador planted in Nepal a few months back, and another one may be the foreign minister of a neighboring country, I have no idea about the current status of any of them because of my limited knowledge.  But I am sure we have many experts in this field who can help the Government in this endeavor. 

Friday, April 15, 2022

Learning happens outside the classroom...



This is the college admission time. Many people are posting videos that are a perfect representation of #youngistan, young in nature, showing a positive mind, creating opportunities, a perfect win-win condition for many youngsters and you. I appreciate that because of the way the presenters presented themselves - the charm of a really good presenter to explain a subject.


Now let me explain why I am trying to reach out to you through this message.


have you ever wondered, about the kinds of learning that one can achieve outside the university campus?

let me tell you. real learning happens not inside a classroom. but outside.


for example, you will know about a country not by watching the TV news, social websites, or all such things that came out from the educated mind to educate others.


but by mixing with people on the roadside, in the dhaba, at the tea stall, or in the vegetable market, or by speaking to the delivery boy of some of the so-called internet companies.


let me tell you how it can enrich a person.


yesterday morning I went to the local market.


As I voluntarily spoke with the people on the road and common people, the first shopkeeper started telling me that he had a gym friend whose name is also the same as my name. but he is very junior and still look up to him, a 55+ plus guy for some tips.


He continued about the health hazards of modern kids because of the virtual world and how to overcome it

I told him about a great person in my name who was the first recipient of Param Vir Chakra - the great Somnath Sharma. Read about him here…



Then the talk continued and we spoke about how we lost the real power of #bharat by glamorizing #ahimsa of #bapuji as a strength instead of a weakness.

and then it came to the Russia-Ukraine war and the resistance of Ukraine as a natural phenomenon of humanity.

and then I added about the great Second World War and the similar resistance by the Red Army of Russia in the war of Belgrade with just bayonets in each and every staircase and why it was an important lesson for war pundits about not to undermine the basic human nature of resistance only by means of mental strength which defy any possible logic.


I told him this is what you can say as godly power, which defies any logic from so-called human intelligence.


and so when you find a naked #rishi or #yogi in the freezing cold of #himalaya doing yoga as if it's such a natural condition, normal people can't explain it and hence many such people are called as #zany or #crazy by our society.


for the #universe, when you see #Einstein getting down from a train at some uncanny station, naturally normal people would have marked him as #mad had he not become famous before showing such behavior.


The next person in the conversation was an old lady in a fruit shop selling fruits. As I started my conversation with her, she gradually opened up after narrating the poor health of her husband and why she is worried about her only son, a 35-year-old family man who is a car mechanic by profession. She explained, that as the price of fuel is rising and because people are not using cars as they used to before corona hit mankind, her son is not getting much income to sustain his family. But she was very expressive when she explained that learning the skill is the only important aspect of a human being, and thanks to the almighty that her son was able to pick up this knowledge of car mechanics by his sheer willpower, you will get the vibe of what common people of #bharat actually wants.

My third lady in the conversation was a sabjiwali, who discussed the daily routine of waking up at 3:00 a.m., reaching the wholesale market vegetable and buying it and then loading it on a mini truck, arriving at the market at 7:00 a.m., and then getting ready for the sale till 1:00 pm and then returning home, far away from the vegetable market and then taking care of her family members. I told her about another such vegetable vendor who used to do double shifts, the morning as a vegetable vendor and the second shift as a rickshaw puller and he proudly admitted that his monthly average income is around 40 to 50 thousand Indian rupees. Then I said to her,” Do you know how much the so-called software engineers from the so-called educated families of #kolaka earn - on an average rs. 20000 per month and mostly writing documentation, and may do a little bit of bug fixing and then return home pretty late with the tension of going back to the office next day without any clue or purpose.” But all of them never miss a chance to flaunt their glossy credit card, or debit cards, a little outing for English breakfast at Park Street, and of course, sharing photos of the plates of the restaurant everywhere on the #internet showing the #fake version of themselves.


Now you all understand why living a life with a purpose is more important than anything else.

so you see, just a few minutes of open talk will enable a student to learn about so many aspects of life which will never be possible inside the classroom.


Now if we talk about professional knowledge, let me tell you, whatever software I have learned is because of my own perseverance and interests - despite the difficult circumstances and of course not with the help of any college professor.


We all should know that the way a man learns engineering is not exactly the way he practices engineering.

so we must cut the waste of time learning it, and use it to practice it.

that's why we, the people of #Bharat will have to change our understanding of real education...


The difference between education, degree, and wisdom…


Real education happens outside the classroom when somebody finds out the purpose of his existence


then nobody has to drive that person.


His #lordshiva or inner conscience will take care of his life

Wednesday, April 13, 2022

Salvation...




The great conundrum of #Human race…


how to achieve  #salvation… 


what it actually means…


how I may achieve it…


what we, as a human race can learn by studying the lives of great people across the globe about how they have achieved it…


to know the ultimate #truth of our lives…


For me, or maybe many people like me…


#salvation is achieved by playing the role in the lives extremely wild


with 


#passion


#energy


#greycells


#emotion


#love


#care


sometimes showing #selflove


sometimes showing #selfless love


executing #duties


acting #smart


and sometimes also


acting #stupid…


to win the battle of life and to make others win…


but ultimately…


winning the last battle of life after surrendering in front of the ultimate #creator, 


#lordshiva


through #losing the last game of life…


against Him…


and getting the ultimate winner’s garland


by watching 


Him 


#win


The #truth…


Enjoy the songs...



English Translation 

My liberation is radiance on the horizon, My liberation on the dirt and grass. Often I lose myself far away from terrenes, Melodies help my liberation to sail above. My liberation surrounded by universal souls, And in the toughest duties that stand high above stress and distress. Despite being churned in offering shrine - Wish I could offer my life in the quest for liberation




English Translation

Brim my heart, quench my thirst, Bestow me with more life. In your world, in your abode Bestow me with more space. On my wistful eyes - Bestow with more beams of light. In my cacophonic flute - Bestow with more melodic tunes. Oh Master, grind me with more pain, Bestow with more revelations. Blowing doors, breaking barriers - Help me emerge out, liberate me. Bestow me with more love - Let me inundate myself within. Offer me unlimited bestowing, Dispense yourself as drops of nectar.

Thursday, April 7, 2022

We have to break free...


“I don’t want a nation of thinkers…. I want a nation of workers”

When a crooked mind thinks like this and he motivates himself to execute his sinister plan, the result may be fatal.

The two ends of the Zero of #Bharat have joined now.

Now we have to break the shackles and recreate ourselves.

not for anybody else…

not for the universe…

but to know #whoweare - as A NATION…



I can’t say much about the topic of the creation of IIT as I am not at all in a position to comment on such internal matters, and I really don’t believe in the conspiracy theory, but I will be eager to know if the plan of creating IIts with the help from the outside industrialized nations just after the independence was actually to build our nation or the decision was taken by someone else in a powerful position to create 

“A country of technology workers catering to the global needs, and not necessarily for her own.”


Let's hear some of the words from the horse's mouth…


But now the bigger issue with respect to #bharat …

As I am stationed in the eastern part of #bharat, when I watch graduates and postgraduates with good academic backgrounds spending a good 12-13 hours of the time of day just for the mere #survival working as delivery boys of the latest internet startups…

we, collectively, have to ponder...


are we doing justice to the educated young generation - wasting the youth to

continue doing menial jobs as delivery boys of a few internet based startups?


#Enjoy the song - my liberation...





English Translation 

My liberation is radiance on the horizon, My liberation on the dirt and grass. Often I lose myself far away from terrenes, Melodies help my liberation to sail above. My liberation surrounded by universal souls, And in the toughest duties that stand high above stress and distress. Despite being churned in offering shrine - Wish I could offer my life in the quest for liberation...




English Translation

Brim my heart, quench my thirst,
Bestow me with more life.
In your world, in your abode
Bestow me with more space.
On my wistful eyes -
Bestow with more beams of light.
In my cacophonic flute -
Bestow with more melodic tunes.
Oh Master, grind me with more pain,
Bestow with more revelations.
Blowing doors, breaking barriers -
Help me emerge out, liberate me.
Bestow me with more love -
Let me inundate myself within.
Offer me unlimited bestowing,
Dispense yourself as drops of nectar...

Humans of Bharat.... we have to break free... The time is NOW...
Come on guys...

Enjoy a Bengali poem written by Rabindranath Tagore...

স্বাধীনতা

ভয় থেকে স্বাধীনতা স্বাধীনতা
আমি তোমার জন্য আমার মাতৃভূমি দাবি!
বয়সের বোঝা থেকে মুক্তি, আপনার মাথা বাঁকানো,
আপনার পিছনে ভাঙ্গা, ইশারা করার দিকে চোখ অন্ধ করা
ভবিষ্যতের ডাক;
যেখানে নিদ্রার ঝাঁকুনি থেকে স্বাধীনতা
আপনি রাতের স্থিরতায় নিজেকে উপবাস করেন,
সত্যের দুঃসাহসিক পথের কথা বলে এমন নক্ষত্রকে ভুল করে দেওয়া;
ভাগ্যের নৈরাজ্য থেকে মুক্তি
পুরো পালগুলি দুর্বলভাবে অন্ধ অনিশ্চিত বাতাসের কাছে পাওয়া যায়,
এবং মৃত্যুর মতো একটি হাত পর্যন্ত কঠোর এবং ঠান্ডা.
পুতুলের বিশ্বে বাস করার অপমান থেকে মুক্তি,
যেখানে মস্তিষ্কহীন তারের মাধ্যমে চলাচল শুরু হয়,
নির্বোধ অভ্যাসের মাধ্যমে পুনরাবৃত্তি,
যেখানে পরিসংখ্যানগুলি ধৈর্য এবং আনুগত্যের সাথে অপেক্ষা করে
শো মাস্টার,
জীবনের এক অনুকরণে আলোড়িত হতে.

Here's the English translation of the above poem.

Freedom

Freedom from fear is the freedom
I claim for you my motherland!
Freedom from the burden of the ages, bending your head,
breaking your back, blinding your eyes to the beckoning
call of the future;
Freedom from the shackles of slumber wherewith
you fasten yourself in night's stillness,
mistrusting the star that speaks of truth's adventurous paths;
freedom from the anarchy of destiny
whole sails are weakly yielded to the blind uncertain winds,
and the helm to a hand ever rigid and cold as death.
Freedom from the insult of dwelling in a puppet's world,
where movements are started through brainless wires,
repeated through mindless habits,
where figures wait with patience and obedience for the
master of show,
to be stirred into a mimicry of life.



Friday, April 1, 2022

Liberation....





আমার মুক্তি আলোয় আলোয় এই আকাশে,

          আমার মুক্তি ধুলায় ধুলায় ঘাসে ঘাসে ॥

দেহমনের সুদূর পারে    হারিয়ে ফেলি আপনারে,

          গানের সুরে আমার মুক্তি ঊর্ধ্বে ভাসে ॥

          আমার মুক্তি সর্বজনের মনের মাঝে,

          দুঃখবিপদ-তুচ্ছ-করা কঠিন কাজে।

বিশ্বধাতার যজ্ঞশালা আত্মহোমের বহ্নি জ্বালা--

          জীবন যেন দিই আহুতি মুক্তি-আশে।


Aamar mukti aaloy aaloy ei aakashe,

Aamar mukti dhulay dhulay ghaase ghaase.

Dehomoner sudur paare haariye pheli aaponare,

Gaaner sure aamar mukti urdhe bhaase.

Aamar mukti sarbojaner moner maajhe,

Dukkhobipad-tuchchho-kara kotthin kaaje.

Bishwodhaatar jogyoshaala atmohomer bonhi jwaala -

Jiban jeno diyi aahuti mukti-aashe.

Translation

My liberation is radiance on the horizon,

My liberation on the dirt and grass.

Often I lose myself far away from terrenes,

Melodies help my liberation to sail above.

My liberation surrounded by universal souls,

And in the toughest duties that stand high above stress and distress.

Despite being churned in offering shrine -

Wish I could offer my life in the quest for liberation.


And my earnest request to the almighty Bhagwan

Fill my life with more life

Enjoy the song written by Rabindranath Tagore



The English Translation of the song:

Brim my heart, quench my thirst,
Bestow me with more life.
In your world, in your abode
Bestow me with more space.
On my wistful eyes -
Bestow with more beams of light.
In my cacophonic flute -
Bestow with more melodic tunes.
Oh Master, grind me with more pain,
Bestow with more revelations.
Blowing doors, breaking barriers -
Help me emerge out, liberate me.
Bestow me with more love -
Let me inundate myself within.
Offer me unlimited bestowage,
Dispense yourself as drops of nectar.