ROAD TO NARA | Travels of : ँ : a Yogin

A Traveller’s lessons from ten years on the ँ Road

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

Few years ago while swimming in the river Tungbhadra in Sringeri, I met an Indian data Scientist who had left his job in the US to work on the Indian River systems. As we spoke while floating in the river conversing about culture and civilization, it that time when i realized something very commonplace, and the impression of its true meaning changed something in...

22/04/2020

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Guidance: Ways to grow, On The Road, Philosophy, Road Journals

One night at the Indo-Pakistan border

Published by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

As Corona and the bats are the rhetoric of the year, i remember one night that came and crossed all expectations of mysticism and fear that will always go...

rajasthan, Short Stories, Tales from Rural India

LAST FLIGHT OF AN OWL

Published by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

She kept looking towards the sky while floating in the water kept for cows. Her death seemed such that at one time I felt she chose it. But...

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Mysticism, rajasthan

Mangla and her magical milk

Published by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

Mangla’s milk has been the best thing to happen in this sea ashram. But today even before I could taste it, Logar brought Papaya for the first time and...

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rajasthan, Short Stories

The neem Tree

Published by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

Its time to sleep. And Logar starts beating the drum again tonight. May be he does it for mangla, the cow. But then there is no need for that....

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Mysticism, rajasthan, Yogic Studies

A Traveller’s lessons from ten years on the ँ Road

Few years ago while swimming in the river Tungbhadra in Sringeri, I met an Indian data Scientist who had...

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

Homeland

He woke up four inches below the snow like bed. But the day ahead was going to be as...

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

Food and the world on a new yogi’s mind

It was time the sun arrived when he decided going to bed again. After last night chocolate truffle the...

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

Amarnath in the times of article 370

Even after thinking about doing something daily, one ends up doing it, achieving it, finishing it only in the...

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

Love is everywhere

Cambodia has started to settle inside. It is hot. But Its winters here. Its Busy and Open. Moving slowly....

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

The Red Cambodian Bed

I had been walking for last two days. But did not really reach anywhere. At the same time...

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

The Essence of Food in the times

How can we describe food? What sun is to plants, food is to humans. Food is as much sun. The only visible god. The energy. Prana Shakti. What you eat...

Letters to self, Yogic Studies

The Paradox

Who is observing the observer? Are you in front of the camera or behind it ? Or are you it ? Do you realize the change Changing? We walked...

Mysticism, Travel Poems, Yogic Studies

Mother is like light in life’s darkness

In the paralyzing times of helplessness, while doing nothing; close your eyes. Think of water, a river. And if possible become it. Shiva was eyes wide open in all...

Circus of Life, Madhya Pradesh, Mysticism, Yogic Studies

Life is only breath. Every other thing a distraction.

Tonight is dedicated to red Hibiscus flowers. They ended inside the fire place while praying for the solar chord. It was also mauni amavasya, i.e a moonless night observed...

Mysticism, rajasthan, Yogic Studies

The neem Tree

Its time to sleep. And Logar starts beating the drum again tonight. May be he does it for mangla, the cow. But then there is no need for that....

Bruce Lee, Yogic Studies

The measure of happiness

In one of my travels a sage asked me, what is the measure of happiness? I tried guessing but I wasn’t close ? Measure? I could only ask back...

Bruce Lee, Yogic Studies

Breathe deep, and Run

Sometimes from somewhere a may be comes. Now may be is a hope. It is told to you that if you can run till a point you might catch...

What is being Yogi ?

The most beautiful things in life work and are found in silence. So should be working of our stomach be. It is the home where Shakti resides. Feed her respectfully.

Motivation and Inspiration, Yogic Studies

The great art of Sleeping

Time stops for body but the mind evolves into dimensions connecting with the ethereal while disconnecting with the physical. Isn’t this magic? Sleep can consume all the good, bad...

Are you blinking?

It happens only in blink. Sages who have closed there eyes most in there lifetime know when to blink. How much to blink, because blinking has a count. And...

Arrival of Maharaj

Threads of cotton. Some new event had to happen. A long day in motion. Paris. Not patparganj but Indirapuram...

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

Play a sport

Many a times when body starts feeling the temperature, it starts affecting every other small action, as simple as...

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

The dip

Sometimes one dip changes your smile and temperature. It takes you then to places that can only be created...

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

For a better Life

As someone pointed out; convinience trumps privacy. Morality and good judgement for too many of us- the internet has...

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

Pattern

Here In north India if women had left dishes overnight to wash them tomorrow; then elderly women used to...

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

The play of Tendencies

There are many layers under and above your skin, that is living by you day after day. Taking time...

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

Lovers

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

His year began with a cold shower last valentines morning, of course it was February, of course it was cold. For many years he dismissed the love day by saying valentines’s mother was a pagan and did not believe in Christ herself, rather was in love with a tree outside her home. So he would love a tree that stood outside their home. She would rebel even thinking about going outside and say I detest this urban theatre. Every one is a clone of the other. Look a likes inside outside. He left mother for school where he found children crushing and tearing a chit that was given to them to call their parents. Later the painter came and looked at the plant pots and said no. They cannot be done. Twenty five years had passed. Then one day somebody complained about the school running in the park of a society. The notice came and school was shut. On the closing day school organised a reunion inviting all the ex parents where they served...

LAST FLIGHT OF AN OWL

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

She kept looking towards the sky while floating in the water kept for cows. Her death seemed such that at one time I felt she chose it. But do birds more so when one is a predator choose their own death? When Maharaj ji arrived, he first closed his eyes. May be she needed someone to close her eyes before it could be plucked out by hungry ones. May be he earned this burial. To only put a stop to this cycle. May his body rests and the spirit awakens. Aum Shanti In Photos 1

Mother is like light in life’s darkness

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

In the paralyzing times of helplessness, while doing nothing; close your eyes. Think of water, a river. And if possible become it. Shiva was eyes wide open in all directions. The destructive eye opened inwards. We went to pataloka to touch him in dim light and later ate spice. Darkness is the birth place of all creations. A child becomes in the dark. The lights glows the most in the dark. Mangla, the cow is pregnant. One big similarity, between a woman and a cow is that both take nine months before their child comes out in the wild. One of many reasons why the living civilisation considers cow as mother.

Remember, coming December

Years from now, after this event is long over, what should we remember about it? A week from now,...

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

Better than perfect ?

Draw a perfect circle. Use a compass or a plotter. Now, zoom in. If you zoom in close enough,...

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

Tomorrow comes daily

Ruts don’t dig themselves. Most of the time, we’re in a rut because that’s precisely where we put ourselves....

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

Towards Peace

Peace might not mean getting everyone else to do what you want them to do. Instead, it may involve...

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

On finding music

The poet-priest Kabir says, the first thing in the morning, do not rush off to the work. But take...

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

Ways to Grow

A checklist to get you started—you can either do the same thing or a different thing… More of...

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

Data in to useful Truth

It takes discernment to do this. Most problems don’t require more data. They require more insight, more innovation and...

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

Long work verses hard work

Long work is what a lawyer who bills 14 hours a day filling in forms does. Hard work is...

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

Life at School, The Capital

Vandy and her Wonders

Day 6 I called Vandy again, out of love. To show our solidarity, that school is behind you, that we are with her in this hour of anxiety and...

Life at School, Motivation and Inspiration

Many Children and a School for Life

Anyone who in coming weeks, months or years comes across this post, must know that we are always on a look out for someone who is happy and wants...

Bruce Lee, Life at School

A Digital mind

The world has long gone past finding comfort for humans. Comfort seems secondary. They might only say it has only started. Facebook and Google will leave no stone unturned...

Schools ruining the foundational roots of learning

We spent almost 15 years being brainwashed on learning things that have nothing to do majorly with our present mind space. And we keep paying the price. It is...

Teachers Day is also a Mother’s day

Teachers day is somehow another Mother’s Day. Because mother is our first teacher. First person who taught us love, and taught us how to everything on earth. It was...

Life at School, Yogic Studies

Open your eyes, inwards

Dawn 7 New Delhi The day was Tantra. But first of all what is it that you feel when you read this word? Does it evoke complexity? Mixed emotions?...

Man’s search for meaning

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

When I returned to Ishbar that night, Shiban seemed speechless. But Dr Kaul looked at him with satisfaction giving an expression like “then he has seen.” And soon the moment came to explain to him what he had seen. We sat around fire, while waiting for the food to arrive. Open your ears, said Dr Kaul and he began speaking like reciting an over practised hymn. “The men in the east, he said, are trees; those in the south are flocks of animals; those in the west are wild plants. Last, those in the north like ourselves, who cried out while they ate other men, were the waters. When the collective sound of chewing filled the air, he started explaining about eating. The act of eating is a violence that causes what is living, in its many forms, to disappear. Whether grass, plants, trees, animals, or human beings, the process is the same. There is always a fire that devours and a substance that is devoured. This violence, bringing misery and torment, will one...

The day of the U-Turn

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

I offered Cynthia Tea. She said “I am sorry, I am still not Indian’ and asked me to come up and look at the lines on her table. The table had a beautiful map. And this map sounded fulfilling. It had the river Indus, a path that will leave the road behind and lead to a narrow canyon. I must take that. And walk for an hour or two to the village of TAR where Cynthia’s best friend lives, in a cave like kitchen, where Ibex’s and snow leopards come sometimes to say hello. I left. In between late and very late. Almost not sure. Not excited. On my Himalayan. but something felt missing the whole day. More motivation! No. What had I thought and where am I leading myself to. The path seemed contrasting in my head. And Just before getting close to half the way to Chilling, I u-turned from a gorgeous bridge over Zanskar and rode back like I wasn’t riding. Faster, anxious as one gets after getting a temporary focus,...

One day win and other days Out

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

The night was strange. It was a mix of sleeping deep and aware of some thing gone wrong. Two weeks were over in Leh. And as I had planned I got a bike for myself from Angchuk. I wanted to have a classic 350 but after the new UT status, government ordered the bike union to commercialise all the bikes or they’ll be seized. I got a Himalayan with me. While riding down to the narrow path of lama ji lane at upper changspa, something happened; the tendon, the tissue that joins the back part of the knee just went numb. For a moment i could not lend my weight on to my left leg. As I lied in bed in the night the pain was such nonsensical that I couldn’t straighten my leg, and if i even pushed and did, i could not bend it again. Throughout night as I moved from one position to other, I could feel the weight of my knee. Somehow i completed the task of sleeping. In the...

Protected: Ways of Seeing, as in 2020

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Amarnath in the times of article 370

Even after thinking about doing something daily, one ends up doing it, achieving it, finishing it only in the...

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

Planets find a well

The four rounds around fire and seven complexities. Sound of a marble like play of a mystic. Gaya left...

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

Life is only breath. Every other thing a distraction.

Tonight is dedicated to red Hibiscus flowers. They ended inside the fire place while praying for the solar chord....

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

Saving the Bird Man of Kashmir

I and Rasool entered the hospital minutes after winter sun arose. Rasool had been in extreme pain ever since...

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

Vipassna in the Jungle

To tell you, I had lost this post a long time ago. Digital world has its own...

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

One monsoon in Bengal – II

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

After hiding under the monsoon tree i had thought of home and had felt at that moment home is calling. Bengal had become love filled for me because of Kaushik. I was living, moving in the rural country around his village as he wished to. We reached his home thinking i will take the evening bus to calcutta but the moment we arrived at his place it started drizzling and it did not stop raining for next four days to come. Here I am writing from Kaushik’s village home in Jhargram. Its night. Light has come after nine hours. I have cooked six packets of maggie with peas and potato. We both will eat it all tonight. Kaushik has gone to get McDowell’s for himself. Its my last night. We are partying. Meanwhile, I posted that letter to M. Something happened. Let me share this. it was magical – I am fortunate to have spent a memorable time during west Bengal monsoons. The blue sky behind the clouds had slept and drizzling took a break from firmly...

One Monsoon in Bengal – I

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

Monsoons are coming, Or are they ? They say that this year it’ll not rain but the skies are going to weep. Clouds have arrived two weeks early. Even the universe knows, that this time children are angry, they are not participating in anything. All are quiet and vulnerable. Few years ago, i travelled through Rural Bengal once in majestic Indian Monsoons. Being there it felt like my soul grew while in only seeing the earth showing her abundance, her happiness. So much went inside me then that i had to write a letter to a friend who sat far. Not to tell her as such, but to learn myself what was going. –– Clouds have arrived, I knew it ended right there with this photograph. I realised home is calling. Silda Football Ground West Bengal Rain was never far behind. This happened to be that moment of my journey. This tree felt home away from home. Travels have not been too comfortable but its liberating to learn that i could come to west bengal at this...

One night at the Indo-Pakistan border

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

As Corona and the bats are the rhetoric of the year, i remember one night that came and crossed all expectations of mysticism and fear that will always go together, found me at the lonely town of Rajasthan with Pakistan. – The day was done by the noontime. After a whole day of chasing a manganiyar singer, I finished my interview with an old tribal song as i requested Veeru’s great grandfather who sat under a neem tree looking up at a bird. I left Veeru’s beautiful white wall, red lined home in a hurry. I was leaving for Tanot, barely even a town, 120 kilometres away from Jaisalmer towards Longewala- and visit Tanot temple situated right at the border of India and Pakistan. I rented a Suzuki bike for three days. and left for the wilderness. It was all fine till a point but after Ramgarh, the road transformed into something like riding a snake. A snake slithering across, passing through the dunes of the oldest Asian Desert, that has forgetton the horizon between...

Love in Himachal Pradesh

Lets start from where we ended. For twenty-seven nights, I was the only one living in a wooden balcony...

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

Singing the uhuru burn

The case of chasing sun a fat girl wedded to life singing the uhuru burn what will remain of...

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

Lovers

His year began with a cold shower last valentines morning, of course it was February, of course it was...

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

Mother is like light in life’s darkness

In the paralyzing times of helplessness, while doing nothing; close your eyes. Think of water, a river. And if...

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

Arrival of the ancient mountains

In the night a train came. In it was an engine sleeping above Maharaj. So loud was his snore...

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

Birdsong

It was a memory devbhoomi, I went through This journey, I grew

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya