Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Nouns and Verbs






"Whenever you are in love with flowing things, moving things, you have a different vision of life. Modern man lives with asphalt roads, cement and concrete buildings. These are nouns, remember, these are not verbs. The skyscrapers don't go on growing; the road remains the same whether it is night or day, whether it is a full-moon night or a night absolutely dark. It doesn't manner to the asphalt road, it does not matter to the cement and concrete buildings.

Man has created a world of nouns and he has become encaged in his own world. He has forgotten the world of the trees, the world of the rivers, the world of the mountains and the stars. There they don't know of any nouns, they have not heard about nouns, they know only verbs." - OSHO

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Osho


I never tried to encounter his philosophy. To me, he was the one who took Vinod Khanna away from Bollywood - at a time when I used to like watching him paired with Bachchan. Nothing more than that.

A few of my friends had read about him and used to tell me that his philosophy was about overdoing ones desires and make them stale. As you keep doing this with each one of your desires, one day you would achieve tranquility.

The other day, I casually picked up his autobiography at Danai's titled - Autobiography of a Spiritually Incorrect Mystic.

The book is unputdownable. A must read. No pretense of being a spiritual master's autobiography. I have read about 81 pages of the 300 page book. I realize that Osho is much more than what my friends told me about.

Osho was a destiny's child. Hence he could do what he did with so much of nonchalance and confidence and fearlessness.

His fearlessness is infectious, amusing, unbelievable, and somewhat scary to emulate. His childhood memoirs are humorous, his ability to question everything from religion, god, rituals, gurus, etc. are a pure joy to read. Though controversial, they are nonetheless extremely incisive and makes you think in a completely unexplored dimension of religion and spirituality.

Here's one that I liked:

"Religion needs a religious quality. A few qualities are missing. One of the most important is a sense of humor"

The book is all about such irreverence and more...

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

My Marriage Anniversary


My wife, Maya. She has been a friend for 19 years, out of which 12 years as a wife.
From the Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupery -
So the little prince tamed the fox.
And when the hour of his departure drew near---

"Ah," said the fox, "I shall cry."

"It is your own fault," said the little prince.
"I never wished you any sort of harm;
but you wanted me to tame you. . ."

"Yes that is so", said the fox.

"But now you are going to cry!"
said the little prince.

"Yes that is so" said the fox.

"Then it has done you no good at all!"

"It has done me good," said the fox,
"because of the color of the wheat fields."
And then he added:
"go and look again at the roses.
You will understand now
that yours is unique in all the world.
Then come back to say goodbye to me,
and I will make you a present of a secret."

The little prince went away,
to look again at the roses.
"You are not at all like my rose," he said.
"As yet you are nothing.
No one has tamed you, and you have tamed no one.
You are like my fox when I first knew him.
He was only a fox
like a hundred thousand other foxes.
But I have made a friend,
and now he is unique in all the world."
And the roses were very much embarrassed.

"You are beautiful, but you are empty," he went on.
"One could not die for you.
To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think
that my rose looked just like you
--the rose that belongs to me.
But in herself alone she is more important
than all the hundreds of you
other roses: because it is she that I have watered;
because it is she
that I have put under the glass globe;
because it is for her
that I have killed the caterpillars
(except the two or three we saved
to become butterflies);
because it is she that I have listened to,
when she grumbled,
or boasted,
or even sometimes when she said nothing.

Because she is MY rose."

And he went back to meet the fox.
"Goodbye" he said.

"Goodbye," said the fox.
"And now here is my secret, a very simple secret:
It is only with the heart that one can see rightly;
what is essential is invisible to the eye."

"What is essential is invisible to the eye,"
the little prince repeated,
so that he would be sure to remember.

"It is the time you have wasted for your rose
that makes your rose so important.

"It is the time I have wasted for my rose--
"said the little prince
so he would be sure to remember.

"Men have forgotten this truth," said the fox.
"But you must not forget it.
You become responsible, forever,
for what you have tamed.
You are responsible for your rose. . ."

"I am responsible for my rose,"
the little prince repeated,
so that he would be sure to remember.



Monday, December 10, 2007

Some more Calligraphy work







Ira's Birthday


Ira turned eight on December 2.

I can't imagine this kid was born to me.

At 37, I still feel that I am a 22 year old!!

Its strange how your mind refuses to grow up.