Tum Ek Gorakh Dhandha Ho – Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan

कभी यहाँ तुम्हें ढूँढा, कभी वहाँ पहुँचा,

तुम्हारी दीद की खातिर कहाँ कहाँ पहुँचा,

ग़रीब मिट गये, पा-माल हो गये लेकिन,

किसी तलक ना तेरा आज तक निशाँ पहुँचा

हो भी नही और हर जा हो,

तुम एक गोरखधंधा हो

[ दीद = vision, पा-माल = Trodden under foot, Ruined, गोरखधंधा = puzzle, enigma]

 

हर ज़र्रे में किस शान से तू जलवानुमा है,

हैरान है मगर अक़ल, के कैसा है तू क्या है?

तुम एक गोरखधंधा हो

[ज़र्रे = grain/speck of dust, जलवानुमा = magical/divine, अक़ल = mind/Thought]

तुझे दैर-ओ-हरम मे मैने ढूँढा तू नही मिलता,

मगर तशरीफ़ फर्मा तुझको अपने दिल में देखा है

तुम एक गोरखधंधा हो

[दैर-ओ-हरम = temple & mosque; तशरीफ़ फर्मा = to take position ]

 

जब बजुज़ तेरे कोई दूसरा मौजूद नही,

फिर समझ में नही आता तेरा परदा करना

तुम एक गोरखधंधा हो

[बजुज़ = except]

 

जो उलफत में तुम्हारी खो गया है,

उसी खोए हुए को कुछ मिला है,

ना बुतखाने, ना काबे में मिला है,

मगर टूटे हुए दिल में मिला है,

अदम बन कर कहीं तू छुप गया है,

कहीं तू हस्त बुन कर आ गया है,

नही है तू तो फिर इनकार कैसा ?

नफी भी तेरे होने का पता है ,

मैं जिस को कह रहा हूँ अपनी हस्ती,

अगर वो तू नही तो और क्या है ?

नही आया ख़यालों में अगर तू,

तो फिर मैं कैसे समझा तू खुदा है ?

तुम एक गोरखधंधा हो

[उलफत = love/enamored; अदम = lifeless; हस्त = life; नफी = precious; हस्ती = life/existence ]

 

हैरान हूँ इस बात पे, तुम कौन हो , क्या हो?

हाथ आओ तो बुत, हाथ ना आओ तो खुदा हो

अक़्ल में जो घिर गया, ला-इंतिहा क्यूँ कर हुआ?

जो समझ में आ गया फिर वो खुदा क्यूँ कर हुआ?

फलसफ़ी को बहस क अंदर खुदा मिलता नही,

डोर को सुलझा रहा है और सिरा मिलता नही

तुम एक गोरखधंधा हो

[बुत = idol; अक़्ल = mind/Thought; ला-इंतिहा = boundless; फलसफ़ी = philosopher; बहस=debate]

 

छुपते नही हो, सामने आते नही हो तुम,

जलवा दिखा के जलवा दिखाते नही हो तुम,

दैर-ओ-हरम के झगड़े मिटाते नही हो तुम,

जो असल बात है वो बताते नही तो तुम

हैरान हूँ मैरे दिल में समाये हो किस तरह,

हाँलाके दो जहाँ में समाते नही तो तुम,

ये माबद-ओ-हरम, ये कालीसा-ओ-दैर क्यूँ,

हरजाई हो जॅभी तो बताते नही तो तुम

तुम एक गोरखधंधा हो

[ माबद-ओ-हरम = temple & moseque; कालीसा-ओ-दैर = church & temple ]

 

दिल पे हैरत ने अजब रंग जमा रखा है,

एक उलझी हुई तस्वीर बना रखा है,

कुछ समझ में नही आता के ये चक्कर क्या है?

खेल क्या तुम ने अजल से रचा रखा है?

रूह को जिस्म के पिंजड़े का बना कर क़ैदी,

उस पे फिर मौत का पहरा भी बिठा रखा है

दे के तदबीर के पंछी को उड़ाने तूने,

दाम-ए-तक़दीर भी हर सिम्त बिछा रखा है

कर के आरैश-ए-क़ौनाईन की बरसों तूने,

ख़तम करने का भी मंसूबा बना रखा है,

ला-मकानी का बहरहाल है दावा भी तुम्हें,

नहन-ओ-अक़लाब का भी पैगाम सुना रखा है

ये बुराई, वो भलाई, ये जहन्नुम, वो बहिश्त,

इस उलट फेर में फर्माओ तो क्या रखा है ?

जुर्म आदम ने किया और सज़ा बेटों को,

अदल-ओ-इंसाफ़ का मेआर भी क्या रखा है?

दे के इंसान को दुनिया में खलाफत अपनी,

इक तमाशा सा ज़माने में बना रखा है

अपनी पहचान की खातिर है बनाया सब को,

सब की नज़रों से मगर खुद को छुपा रखा है

तुम एक गोरखधंधा हो

[हैरत = confusion; अजल = time immemorial; रूह=soul; जिस्म =body; तदबीर = action/diligent दाम-ए-तक़दीर=trick of luck; सिम्त = direction; आरैश-ए-क़ौनाईन = decoration of both world ला-मकानी = homeless; नहन-ओ-अक़लाब = place for praying; अदल-ओ-इंसाफ़ = justice and equity मेआर = benchmark; खलाफत = kingdom]

 

नित नये नक़्श बनाते हो, मिटा देते हो,

जाने किस ज़ुर्म-ए-तमन्ना की सज़ा देते हो?

कभी कंकड़ को बना देते हो हीरे की कनी ,

कभी हीरों को भी मिट्टी में मिला देते हो

ज़िंदगी कितने ही मुर्दों को अदा की जिसने,

वो मसीहा भी सलीबों पे सज़ा देते हो

ख्वाइश-ए-दीद जो कर बैठे सर-ए-तूर कोई,

तूर ही बर्क- ए- तजल्ली से जला देते हो

नार-ए-नमरूद में डळवाते हो खुद अपना ख़लील,

खुद ही फिर नार को गुलज़ार बना देते हो

चाह-ए-किनान में फैंको कभी माह-ए-किनान,

नूर याक़ूब की आँखों का बुझा देते हो

दे के युसुफ को कभी मिस्र के बाज़ारों में,

आख़िरकार शाह-ए-मिस्र बना देते हो

जज़्ब -ओ- मस्ती की जो मंज़िल पे पहुचता है कोई,

बैठ कर दिल में अनलहक़ की सज़ा देते हो ,

खुद ही लगवाते हो फिर कुफ्र के फ़तवे उस पर,

खुद ही मंसूर को सूली पे चढ़ा देते हो

अपनी हस्ती भी वो इक रोज़ गॉवा बैठता है,

अपने दर्शन की लॅगन जिस को लगा देते हो

कोई रांझा जो कभी खोज में निकले तेरी,

तुम उसे झन्ग के बेले में रुला देते हो

ज़ुस्त्जु ले के तुम्हारी जो चले कैश कोई,

उस को मजनू किसी लैला का बना देते हो

जोत सस्सी के अगर मन में तुम्हारी जागे,

तुम उसे तपते हुए तल में जला देते हो

सोहनी गर तुम को महिवाल तसवउर कर ले,

उस को बिखरी हुई लहरों में बहा देते हो

खुद जो चाहो तो सर-ए-अर्श बुला कर महबूब,

एक ही रात में मेराज करा देते हो

तुम एक गोरखधंधा हो

[नित = everyday, नक़्श = copy/model; ज़ुर्म-ए-तमन्ना = crime of desire; सलीबों = cross; ख्वाइश-ए-दीद = desire for divine vison; सर-ए-तूर = one with a halo/Saint/prophet; बर्क- ए- तजल्ली = blessing of divine menifestation; नार-ए-नमरूद = Furnace of King Nimrod;ख़लील = friend;गुलज़ार = garden;नूर= light शाह-ए-मिस्र= king of Egypt; अनलहक़ = I am the Truth/I am the God; कुफ्र = apostasy; फ़तवे= religious decree तल = desert; तसवउर = think; सर-ए-अर्श = In heaven; मेराज = exaltation]

 

जो कहता हूँ माना तुम्हें लगता है बुरा सा,

फिर भी है मुझे तुम से बहरहाल गिला सा,

चुप चाप रहे देखते तुम अर्श-ए-बरीन पर,

तपते हुए करबल में मोहम्मद का नवासा,

किस तरह पिलाता था लहू अपना वफ़ा को,

खुद तीन दिनो से वो अगरचे था प्यासा

दुश्मन तो बहर तौर थे दुश्मन मगर अफ़सोस,

तुम ने भी फराहम ना किया पानी ज़रा सा

हर ज़ुल्म की तौफ़ीक़ है ज़ालिम की विरासत,

मज़लूम के हिस्से में तसल्ली ना दिलासा

कल ताज सजा देखा था जिस शक़्स के सिर पर,

है आज उसी शक़्स क हाथों में ही कासा,

यह क्या है अगर पूछूँ तो कहते हो जवाबन,

इस राज़ से हो सकता नही कोई शनसा

तुम एक गोरखधंधा हो

[अर्श-ए-बरीन = from heaven; नवासा = son of one’s daughter; फराहम = offer,तौफ़ीक़=consent/support]

 

आह-ए-तहकीक में हर गाम पे उलझन देखूं,

वही हालत-ओ-ख़यालात में अनबन देखूं,

बन के रह जाता हूँ तस्वीर परेशानी की,

गौर से जब भी कभी दुनिया का दर्पण देखूं

एक ही खाक से फ़ितरत के तzआदत इतने,

कितने हिस्सों में बटा एक ही आँगन देखूं,

कहीं ज़हमत की सुलगती हुई पतझड़ का सामान ,

कहीं रहमत के बरसते हुए सावन देखूं ,

कहीं फुन्कारते दरया, कहीं खामोश पहाड़ ,

कहीं जंगल, कहीं सेहरा, कहीं गुलशन देखूं ,

खून रुलाता है यह तक्सीम का अंदाज़ मुझे ,

कोई धनवान यहाँ पर कोई निर्धन देखूं ,

दिन के हाथों में फक़त एक सुलगता सूरज ,

रात की माँग सितारों से मज़्ज़यन देखूं ,

कहीं मुरझाए हुए फूल हैं सचाई के ,

और कहीं झूट के काँटों पे भी जोबन देखूं ,

रात क्या शै है, सवेरा क्या है ?

यह उजाला यह अंधेरा क्या है ?

मैं भी नाइब हूँ तुम्हारा आख़िर,

क्यों यह कहते हो के तेरा क्या है ?

तुम एक गोरखधंधा हो

[आह-ए-तहकीक = desire to inquire; गाम = step, उलझन = confusion; हालत-ओ-ख़यालात = reality & thought; फ़ितरत= Nature/Characteristic; तzआदत=division/Contradiction/Lie; ज़हमत = Inconvenience

English Version:

You Are A Puzzle:

Sometimes I looked for you here, and some times there
To have your sight I’ve been ruined and I’ve everywhere
The dear ones vanished, but No one got a lead to you

You are not, yet you are at every place,
You are a puzzle

With what splendor you can be seen in every speck
But the mind is puzzled what you look like and what you are
You are a puzzle

I looked for you in the houses of worship, but couldn’t find you
Yet I found you residing in my heart,
You are a puzzle

I couldn’t find you anywhere
But the spectacle is that You are there, where we are
You are a puzzle

If there is none but you
Then I cannot understand why veil Yourself
You are a puzzle

You manifest-in the houses of worship
Your light is resplendent in these places
You are a puzzle

He who is lost in your love, He is rewarded
You could not be found either in a temple or Ka’bah
But you could be found in a broken heart
Sometimes you are hidden as non-existence and somewhere you appear as existence
If you are not then why deny?
Even the negation confirms your existence
The one I call my Existence who is that if not you?
If you didn’t come in my thoughts
Then how did I learn you are God?
You are a puzzle

What puzzles me is who and what are You
You’re an idol when You come by and if not then You are God
You are a puzzle

How did the one who entered wisdom could become Everlasting? How did one who comes into mind’s grasp become God
The philosopher doesn’t find God in an argument
He is trying to untangle the cord but cannot find the top
You tell all You are homeless
But surprisingly You dwell in a broken heart
You are a puzzle

If there is none but You 0 God,
Then what is all this commotion about?
You are a puzzle

You don’t hide, You don’t show Yourself
You show the manifestation but don’t show Yourself
You don’t remove the conflicts of the manner of worship
You don’t reveal the exact things
I’m surprised how You accommodated in my heart?
When the two worlds are not enough for You
You are in the houses of worship
You are faithless for not showing Your countenance
You are a puzzle

The puzzle taken strange possession of my heart
A confused picture it’s drawn within it
I do not understand what all this puzzle is
What is this game You’ve been playing since the beginning of time
You made the soul the prisoner of the body’s cage and then put the guard of death on it
You make the bird of contrivance fly ‘ yet you’ve spread the net of fate everywhere
For years you adorned the world and hereafter yet you have also made the plan of destruction
Though you claim to be homeless
Yet you preached about home, kith and kin
This is bad, this good, this is hell, this is heaven
Please tell me what is in this perplexity?
For Adam’s crime you punish his children
Is that the standard of your justice?
By giving the earthly vicegerency to the man,
You have made it into a spectacle
For Your own recognition you created all
But you hide yourself from all
You are a puzzle

You draw and erase yourself
I don’t know which crime of desire you punish us
Sometimes you’ll turn a pebble into a diamond
Other times you’ll turn a diamond into dust
The one who revived many dead
You made him to adorn the crucifix
The one that longed to have your sight on the Mount Sinai
You reduced the Mount to ashes with the Lightning of your Manifestation
You wished Abraham to be thrown into Nimrud’s Fire
Then you turned that fire into flowers yourself
Sometimes you throw a Canaanite into the well of Canaanites
And then deprive Jacob of his sight
You make Joseph to be put into the slave-mart of Egypt
And then you also make him the king of Egypt
When someone reaches to the destination of higher spirituality
You make him to voice: I’m the Truth
Then allow the verdicts of infidelity against Him
You send yourself Mansoor to the crucifix
One day he too loses his life
Whom You make to see Your sight
If a Ranjha goes in Your quest
You make him in the charity of Jhang
If some Majnun goes in Your quest
You make him a beloved of some Laila
If Your love awakens in Sassi’s heart
You scorch her in a burning desert
If Sohni imagined you as her Mahinval
You drowned her into the ragging currents
You do as You wish by summoning to the Heaven
And in a single night You can make the Prophet’s Accession to Heaven
You are a puzzle

You’re Your Veil
You are a puzzle

I accept what I say You mind it a little
But still I’ve a little complaint to make
You sat quiet on your Throne and watched Muhammad’s grandson the scorching desert of Karbala
How he was giving his blood for Your Love though he was thirsty for three days
His enemies were after all enemies, but it’s sad even you didn’t provide him with a little Water
Every favour of oppression is the inheritance of the oppressor
But the oppressed is neither consoled nor comforted
Yesterday he who had a crown on his head
Today I see him with a begging bowl
What is this? If I ask, your answer is
That no one can get acquainted with this secret
You are a puzzle

You are a world of astonishment
You are a puzzle

You are Omnipresent but I do not know where
I have heard your name but I do not know your location
You are a puzzle

Once the heart’s wish is fulfilled it glows
And when eyes are gratified they are filled With tears

When a person is lost in spiritual love
He is elevated and becomes like Bahu the poet
No one comes to harm under a dagger
But the arrow in an infant’s throat becomes the scale of justice
You are a puzzle

How carefree you are.
A long story you are
You are a puzzle

Inquiring about you cause confusion at Every step
I see discord between the circumstances and Ideas
I become a picture of distress
Whenever I see in the mirror of the world
I see so many contradictions in a single eye
I see one place divided into so many parts
Somewhere I see the autumnal smoke of hardship and somewhere I see the monsoon showers of blessing
H
ere I see hissing rivers and there silent Mountains
Here I see a forest, there I see a desert and somewhere else I see a garden
This style of division writhes me
I see some rich and some poor here
In Day’s share, I see only one sun shinning
While the night is bedecked with millions of stars
Here I see the withered flowers of truth
There I see the thorns of lies abloom
Somewhere I see Shamas skinned alive
Somewhere I see Sarmad’s head severed
What is night? What is morning?
What is light? What is darkness?
After all I’m also your deputy, why You say “what is yours?”
You are a puzzle

What would a person see of you?
You are veiled in every way
You are a puzzle

These mosques, temples and taverns
Some believe in this and some believe in that
All are your abodes dear,
Some believe in this and some believe in that
We are convinced of your Oneness
Someone leans towards negation
But You know the truth
Someone believes in this and someone believes in that
One includes him with the creation
The other stays aloof from all
Both are Your devotees
Some believe in this and some believe in that
If all are the devotees of your name
Then why the conflict of your names?
You are a puzzle

You are in every house of worship
You are in both the worlds wherever one is
You are there for him
In everywhere You are Unique
You are a puzzle

You are the center of our quest, the world of colour and scent
You manifest all the time, You are Omnipresent
In Bahu’s surrounds there is only You
You are the beloved, very Handsome
You are the Glory and Honour of the Heavens
You are the gain of longings of the two worlds
You gave eyes and makes us perform ablution with the tears
Now give us a flask of your manifestation
Come out of the veil before me
For a short meeting and a conversation
Naaz will tell his beads place to place, street to street
Allah is one, He has no partner
Allahu, Allahu, Allahu………………….

What it means to be living…

I was watching a documentary on creation of synthetic life on discovery channel and at the end of the film they put a very pertinent question : from time memorial we have believed that life is something special and mysterious but if it can be created within a lab we may have to rethink our theories on existence, life, nature and God.

Sometime back I had read a book called the Web of life in which the author had pointed out that while we think of ourselves as central to the world around us , we are in fact an accident in the nature’s scheme of things. It is the atoms within us which have decided for some unknown reason to arrange themselves in a certain manner that gives us our shape, form, color, emotions,skills and intellect. If they decide to rearrange themselves in a different way there is jolly little we can do about it except get mad or sick or even perish and become non existent giving back to the elements what we took from them.To that extent our intelligence, beauty(handsomeness), morality, emotions are all governed by the arrangement of atoms and molecules within us. As we grow older this arrangement perhaps changes in more ways than one and we become different not only by getting old by by having more wisdom from the experiences stored in our data warehouse.The quality of analytics depends upon the quality of data and the richness of data points and so is the case with our mind.

Before I digress from the original thought let us turn to the interesting bit – if what is being proposed in Paragraph1 is possible even to a small degree then what I have quoted in para 2 doesn’t entirely hold true. Which is to say that if the atoms within me start arranging themselves which causes me pain from arthritis I could seek a remedy or even a cure from the artificial life cells and atoms within them. So on one side there is an attacking army which I do not own and has decided to fight against me but on the other side I have an army of my own that can be trained and programmed to do as I please,wish or command.This is different from antibiotics which are temporarily hired mercenaries who will cause more harm than good if not ousted from the system in time. And when your heart breaks you can go to the ‘love doctor’ and he will fix up the atoms so that you become completely oblivious to the person whom you once thought be the most important in life. Alcohol is currently used for this but again it has a transitory effect and is not free from side effects.

It might seem to be like a simple story of good vs. bad or love vs. hate but it is anything but that. It is really the theory of our existence and the very meaning of it. If we can always be happy and healthy then why go to the mosques, the temples and the churches ? Who will bother about God and seek his Blessing ? Death and decay cause fear and fear gives rise to ideas of another life, another time , another place that is accessible through the idea of a supreme being who created everything and can therefore control it whether it is on the earth or in heaven. Religion and morality which occupy a large share of our consciousness and mind space will be gone as now there will be no need for a means to attain bliss or God. You can see this now if you compare the importance of religion in the developed,the developing world and the tribals who have nothing to bank upon but the Sky and earth.

When You are always happy and healthy and you have what it takes to enjoy life to the fullest. Feeling stupid get your brain scanned and go for some Brainy cells, Feeling weak go and get some Sporty cells, Got a disease get it flushed and replace the diseased cells with good ones and so on.

But one problem will still remain – if no one dies then where will all of us live. And if we stop reproducing where will the newness in our lives come from ? and even if we suppose that we will keep rotating the same people in different parts of the world for a change who will look after such a complex system of transfers ? Also what will it mean to love if You cannot start a family or live with the same person till the end of your days as there are no end of the days anymore ? In suspended time where all people are always there humans may become like mountains seas and rivers till one day someone says enough I want to die so I can give my life a meaning. And then more and more may follow so that they can laugh and cry and strive and achieve and love and hate and live and die.

The one who preaches death as a means of salvation – finding meaning will probably become Deepak Chopra in the new world and you will have a number of Nityanands cropping up to give solution to the ever living souls trying to find some meaning in continuing to live forever without death and disease.

So what am I trying to say here….nothing great really perhaps Craig Venter should put me on a panel that advises him on how to use this new technology so it makes sense for the people and profits for him.

And then the same can be passed on to the Angels who I am sure have started to feel bored sitting and smiling there in heaven for centuries now….

Time Pass

It was a lazy sunday morning and I was a bit free from the daily routine of the week days.My son Anant who had taken his own sweet time to get up was now lounging on the bean bag playing with his Nintendo DS. In a casual tone I admonished him ” your exams are starting monday and here you are wasting time.” Without bothering to turn back he replied” I am not wasting time I am doing time pass”  I said “what do you mean?” He said ” Papa if I am not doing anything then I am wasting time but if I am playing then I am doing time pass”

I thought to myself – Anu( my wife) must have been reading Emmanuel Kant when this guy was in the womb. My fatherly instincts took over so I snatched the Video game and asked Anant to leave immediately and be seen with his books.He looked at me as a philosopher will at some ignorant fool but I put up a brave face nonetheless.

The video game was now in my hands so I started fiddling with it. It was a game called plants and Zombies wherein the target was to save the house with the help of plants who had special powers to destroy the Zombies who kept barging in from one end trying to reach the other end unless stopped by the plant. The catch was that all Zombies were not the same and so were the plants.Some were more stronger than the others and some had special characterstics so they could b destroyed only with the special features that only some of the plants had. I thought I will give it a try…..

After playing for about half an hour I realized that the game was not as simple as it seemed to be. The moment you reached to the next higher level the frequency and speed of the Zombies increased making it almost impossible for at least someone like me to check their misadventure. I could barely reach the level 2 but was quite pleased with my performance until I exited the game to see that the top performers led by Anant Kumar were all at least above the Level 5, a feat I could perhaps never achieve!!

I put the game aside and started thinking about the original quote by the Guru (Anant). Perhaps the not so obvious meaning in his morning discourse had to be decoded to understand the true depth of the statement. The difference between wasting time and passing time solicited closer scrutiny. Wasting time as per Anant was when you are doing absolutely nothing and passing time was when you were doing something which had no material value but was done solely for the purpose of self gratification  or you may even say for the sole purpose of Soul entertainment. Now here’s where the catch lay….my education in Vedanta and subsequent studies on meditative techniques defined meditation as the state of ‘nothingness’ or ‘Shunyta’ where the mind is absolutely free from any agitations – a thoughtless, speechless, non sensory condition in which you felt one with the silence and nothingness of the universe to realize that you are the part of the same whole and therefore limitless and free.

But on the contrary when you look at the interplay of the Jeev and the Atman as prescribed in the same Vedantic texts the Jeev is supposed to have been separated from the Atman and due to its ignorance cannot realize its true nature which is sat chit anand i.e all pervading,all knowing and ever blissful. The creation of the world for Gods happiness or playfulness is also explained  with the help of above phenomenon. It is said that the God created the whole Universe and everything within it for his own happiness as there is nothing else which could have forced him upon this endeavour , after all he doesn’t have annual appraisals !

So if we look at God creating the entire Universe and everything in it for the sole purpose of soul entertainment which is nothing but time pass then Anant’s time pass theory is well justified.  But if we consider man’s not doing anything an act of meditation leading to self realization then there is probably more value in wasting time than in passing time.

Now if I take the same argument to Anant I know what his answer would be – do you consider God to be superior or Man to be superior. I would say God Of course ! and he will therefore win the argument saying that since he was indulging in a ‘godly act’ of time pass and I had committed a serious error of judgement by breaking his concentration. To which my only humanly response could be that wasting time which qualifies as meditation is the right thing to do for us Jeev’s to meet with the Atman but then Anant might lose the argument but stop doing anything.

The above put me to a larger question of human existence – if we do something for the purpose of pleasing the spirit do we come closer to being God or if we strive towards non action in thought and deed do justify the purpose of our being.

Whatever might be the answer I don’t see the place for work in any of the two positions. And I think this is one thing that Anant will completely agree with me…..

 

 

Children of a playful god

Have been on the road for a while and did not get much time to post anything.Between airport lounges,boardroom meetings and Taxi rides it struck me that most of the people I met with,looked at or came across were trying to prove a point ,to themselves if not to anyone else.

I am a business Manager                             DSC02424

I am a Vice President

I am a go getter

I am an achiever

What no one seemed to exhibit was a simple statement which perhaps drives whatever we do in Life.All this while I felt a very strong urge to stand up and shout :

I am Happy,I am at peace with myself,I am joyous about the world around me.I am…..just I am.

I guess saying that would mean stepping down from my current status of a harassed,overworked,struggling,upwardly mobile executive.I am none of that and I do not wish to be any of that.I just wish to be me not judged by anyone,not playing to live up to my image,not answering anyone or asking any questions to others.Just existing and being alive,aware.

I have always found happiness to be a very rational and logical choice.There is a lot to be gained if I keep myself amused as the world passes by  and there is everything to be lost if I chose to crib and sulk.I am not saying that I do not indulge in those activities but I am always aware that I am doing it for the sake of it.Deep down I am unmoved,unchallenged.

Its Janamashtmi today and sadly enough I will be arriving home well after Lord Krishna is ‘born’. Through his life Krishna gave a message be playful,be joyous,to have nothing to loose or to gain.We have many lives.There IS no hurry.Be patient,enjoy the journey.

I had a debate with a friend who was reading Bertrand Russel’s treatise on religion.He asked me the question : why did God create the world ?And I told him what Tulsidas said when he was asked why did he write Ramcharitmanas : Swantah Sukhaya which simply translates : for his sheer satisfaction/pleasure.There cannot be any other reason.This is why we do most of the things we do and perhaps it applies to our creator too.If you consider it God does not have to go through an appraisal process so he ‘HAD’ to create the world else he will be given a lower rating.There is no one who can force him to do anything.He does not owe anyone of us a favor so what else ?He could not believe it and said it is a silly assumption.Well I believe in it as it is the only thing that gives meaning to my life and all that happens around me.I cannot otherwise explain the death,disease and the misery.Just like in a video game you keep playing for pleasure and do not mind if you loose a life ,being alive or dead cease to have  a context when you know that it is just a game in which each player has as many lives as there could be till he gets the perfect score,Nirvana,Moksha or whatever else you may call it !

So what have I done about it ??Nothing just been playful doing things for my own pleasure.

I hanged the showpiece in my company guest house in a funny posture and asked the caretaker to make sure it doesn’t change till my next trip.He thought I had lost it and I loved the expression on his face.

I realigned the basketballs at Reebok Office in a certain manner which I thought was funny while waiting for the meeting to start.Those who worked in that office thought something was weird but could not figure out what.I was amused yet again.

I made faces at a 5 year old riding back from school dressed in Krishna attire…………she teased me back.

I smiled .Both of us were children of a playful God.

** I wrote this post on the free internet connection provided at the Airport Lounge at Delhi and saved Rs.30 worth of internet time 🙂

Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

Born in Persia in the 11th century Omar Khayyam was better known as an astronomer and a mathematician than as a poet. Being a master of Algebra,Geometry,Astronomy and Physics he revised the Persian calendar for  Sultan Malik Shah and named it the Jalali Calendar.

While mathematics was his occupation his heart’s wanderings took him to the realm of verse where his free spirit wondered in the company of wine. Before he passed away in 1123 AD he had composed an enormous body of work in the form of Rubais peculiar of their rhyme and striking content. While most of the ideas were self contained they were unified by a central philosophy of enjoying life while it lasted.

The Rubaiyat was unknown to the western world for the next 600 years,till Edward FitzGerald published a translation around 1860.

There have been many translations since but the one by Fitzgerald is still the most popular.

I am presenting here a few of his rubais that I like more than the others :

Tis all a chequered board of Nights and Days   khayamportraitsm1

Where destiny with men of pieces plays

Hither and thither moves,and mates and slays,

And one by one back in the closet Lays


The moving finger writes and having writ,

Moves on : Nor all thy piety nor wit

Shall lure it back to cancel half a line,

Nor all thy tears wash out a word of it.


And that inverted bowl we call the sky,

whereunder crawling coop’t we live and die,

Lift not thy hands to it for help – for it

Rolls impotently on ….as thou or I.


With Earth’s first clay they did the last man’s knead,

And then of the last harvest sowed the seed.

Yea,the first morning of creation wrote,

What the Last dawn of  reckoning shall read.

Me thinks this Wheel at which we gape and stare,
Is Chinese lantern  – like we buy at fair;
The lamp is Sun and paper shade the world,
And we the pictures whirling unaware. .

The Skies rotate, I cannot guess the cause;
And all I feel is grief, which in me gnaws;
Surveying all my life, I find myself
The same unknowing dunce that once I was!

Is there a God ?

An atheist professor of philosophy speaks to his class on the problem science has with God, The Almighty.He asks one of his new students to stand and …..

Prof: So you believe in God?

Student: Absolutely, sir.

 Prof: Is God good?

Student: Sure. 

Prof: Is God all-powerful?

 Student: Yes. 

Prof: My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to God to heal him. 

Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But God didn’t. How is this God good then? Hmm?

 (Student is silent.)

 Prof: You can’t answer, can you? Let’s start again, young fellow. Is God good?

 Student: Yes.

 Prof: Is Satan good?

 Student: No.

 Prof: Where does Satan come from?

 Student: From…God…

 Prof: That’s right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?

 Student: Yes.

 Prof: Evil is everywhere, isn’t it? And God did make everything.Correct?

 Student: Yes.

 Prof: So who created evil?

 Student does not answer.

 Prof: Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don’t they?

Student: Yes, sir.

 Prof: So, who created them?

 Student has no answer.

 Prof: Science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Tell me, son…Have you ever seen God?

 Student: No, sir.

 Prof: Tell us if you have ever heard your God?

 Student: No, sir.

 Prof: Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God, smelt your God? Have you ever had any sensory perception of God for that matter?

 Student: No, sir. I’m afraid I haven’t.

 Prof: Yet you still believe in Him?

 Student: Yes.

 Prof: According to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your GOD doesn’t exist. What do you say to that, son?

 Student: Nothing. I only have my faith.

 Prof: Yes. Faith. And that is the problem science has.

 Student: Professor, is there such a thing as heat?

 Prof: Yes.

 Student: And is there such a thing as cold?

 Prof: Yes.

 Student: No sir. There isn’t.

 (The lecture theatre becomes very quiet with this turn of events.)

 Student: Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don’t have anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat, but we can’t go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.

 (There is pin-drop silence in the lecture theatre.)

 Student: What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?

 Prof: Yes. What is night if there isn’t darkness?

 Student: You’re wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something.

You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light….But if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and it’s called darkness, isn’t it? In reality, darkness isn’t. If it were you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn’t you?

 Prof: So what is the point you are making, young man?

 Student: Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.

 Prof: Flawed? Can you explain how?

 Student: Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there is life and then there is death, a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can’t even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life: just the absence of it. Now tell me, Professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?

 Prof: If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of course, I do.

 Student: Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?

 (The Professor shakes his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument is going.)

 Student: Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a preacher?

(The class is in uproar.)

 Student: Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor’s brain? (The class breaks out into laughter.)

 Student: Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor’s brain, felt it, touched or smelt it? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, sir. With all due respect,

Sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?

 (The room is silent. The professor stares at the student, his face unfathomable.)

 Prof: I guess you’ll have to take them on faith, son.

 Student: That is it sir… The link between man & god is FAITH. That is all that keeps things moving & alive.

 WANT TO KNOW WHO THAT STUDENT WAS ?

 This is a true story, and the student was none other than………

 Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam, the Ex president of India