ROAD TO NARA

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

28/09/2020

When a wedding found me travelling in Mumbai

It was then my first visit to Mumbai. And hence everything i was laying my eyes on went deeper...

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27/07/2020

To a Monsoon Wedding and a Rare Feast –III

After Kaushik and I experienced our first monsoon thunder, together under this Divine Tree, I knew that home was...

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27/02/2016

The Wedding Song

In her wedding dress that one day she stopped counting years I met J uncle on a very...

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19/08/2015

Jaimaal – The Wedding Song

An image of my parents wedding in 1982 I met J uncle on a rainy very cold january morning this...

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16/10/2021

Welcome To Heaven: Stories From the Line Of Control that May Enlighten The World–...

On the Great Himalayan Road Journey to Baltistan, today is the showdown, the final journey continuing from Call of...

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

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14/08/2021

The Gun Mountains and Other Gods -V

On the Road to Baltistan, continuing from Call of the Now- I Life and nothing more- II Road will...

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06/08/2021

Remember me with a Lotus: Memoirs of heaven and birds in Kashmir- IV

Narayan, do you know why I am here today? I kept my silence. I couldn’t see my father when...

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13/06/2021

How i found my Will? And sooner my health. The Kushti world of Ancient Indian...

It was a week later, since that night of inner churning, when I met Sangram Singh again, and for...

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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...

24/06/2020

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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...

13/02/2020

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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...

29/01/2019

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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....

26/01/2019

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Mysticism, rajasthan, Yogic Studies

16/10/2021

Welcome To Heaven: Stories From the Line Of Control that May Enlighten The World–...

On the Great Himalayan Road Journey to Baltistan, today is the showdown, the final journey continuing from Call of...

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

Comments 88

14/08/2021

The Gun Mountains and Other Gods -V

On the Road to Baltistan, continuing from Call of the Now- I Life and nothing more- II Road will...

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

Comments 93

06/08/2021

Remember me with a Lotus: Memoirs of heaven and birds in Kashmir- IV

Narayan, do you know why I am here today? I kept my silence. I couldn’t see my father when...

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24/07/2021

The Road will Tell you- III

It rains as i write this, mad heart, be brave. Continuation from Call of the Now and Life and...

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22/06/2021

Call of the Now

Image : Looking over river Shyok entering into Pakistan, from the last remaining Tibetan Monastery in the Gilgit-Baltistan Region....

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04/04/2021

A Dip in the Rivers

From time to time, a dip in the river changes your perception about that river you just became with....

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

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22/04/2020

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

Comments 98

20/02/2020

Homeland

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

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

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Ancient Life and Research, Guidance: Ways to grow, Motivation and Inspiration, Turiya and Ramakrishna: Conversations around self- A Photo Book, Yogic Studies

Turiya and RamaKrishna: Who Are You?- ११

Nara commentates … First called is Svante, alittle five year old sannyas aspirant, and subodhi, his mother. Ramakrishna tells him to shut his eyes which he does, instantly, with full obedience, tight and very still,...

Delhi, Making of The Capital, Quantum Mode: Walking in Delhi, Turiya and Ramakrishna: Conversations around self- A Photo Book, Yogic Studies

Yogmaya – १

It was sudden. A day of change. Something shifted. Paradigm. Light. Its been months that I had known where to look yet It took time to find. Because it...

Ancient Life and Research, Enjoy the Paintings, Making of The Capital, Mysticism, Tales from Rural India, Yogic Studies

Truth, Evil and the Sun

When we reached Gopeshwar that night, Gana seemed speechless. But Neel looked at him with satisfaction giving an expression like then he has seen. We sat around fire, while...

Ancient Life and Research, Guidance: Ways to grow, Yogic Studies

5 Ancient Secrets of Yogic Wellness – III

A long time friend and astrologer, who works as an Engineer in California has cautioned that the next 10-15 years is going to be very tumultuous for the world....

Ancient Life and Research, Guidance: Ways to grow, Yogic Studies

The cost of Life?-II

“Conserve”, because No, nature does not need us instead we need nature to stay relevant as life on earth.” By the end of 2020, the year had dented many...

Ancient Life and Research, Yogic Studies

A brief history of life on Earth and the origin of Yoga-I

It has been many centuries since humans have stopped moving from one place to another. Almost the majority of people today grow up in long settled societies. This new...

Guidance: Ways to grow, Yogic Studies

Moon, Woman, and the essence of a Long Life

The year will soon end, and hence i was thinking of going into the realms of my understanding of this life as a Yogi, to speak to you in...

Yogic Studies

Food and the World on a new Yogi’s mind

It was time. The sun had arrived when he decided going to bed again. After last night chocolate truffle, the cough had soared. The times are odd. Eversince electricity...

Mysticism, Yogic Studies

Life is only breath. Every other thing a distraction.

The night before was dedicated to red Hibiscus flowers. They ended inside the fire place while praying for the solar chord, our right nostril, symbolising river Ganga; and in...

Motivation and Inspiration, Mysticism, Yogic Studies

In Life’s darkness. Mother is light.

In these ongoing paralysing 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...

22/09/2020

The Play of Tendencies

There are many layers under our skin. Cells that live with us and leave us without even letting us...

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24/01/2019

Arrival of Maharaj

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

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07/01/2019

Play a sport

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

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29/12/2018

The dip

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

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24/11/2018

For a better Life

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

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22/11/2018

Pattern

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

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Truth, Evil and the Sun

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

When we reached Gopeshwar that night, Gana seemed speechless. But Neel looked at him with satisfaction giving an expression like then he has seen. We sat around fire, while waiting for the food to arrive. Open your ears said Neel 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. And those in the north like ourselves, who cried out while they ate other men, were the waters. When the collective sound started filling 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 day be carried out by those who inflict it. Pouring milk into the fire- every morning, every...

HYPNIC PICNIC : 5 elements Wind and Water published in Rare Journal

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

The journalist had been following my journey here on the Road to Nara and later found herself ecstatic on seeing some images that i had made few years ago following the sea along the expansive South-Western coast of India. I was then documenting it for a long term project on the journey of five elements and various shapes and forms they take. HYPNIC PICNIC was this month’s theme, magic as she asked me for images that carried in them a life in between and the journey. Along with me came a few other artists, as many as the fingers are in both hands, two from India and few from far away countries. Working, carrying their experience of the world in their fields of expression; illustration, sketches, graphics, Paintings and images. In them i found few very interesting people doing the things they have been doing in their lives like Stilleke, he is a curator and was invited here to talk about the future of festivals and even more so in the years leading to...

Life is only breath. Every other thing a distraction.

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

The night before was dedicated to red Hibiscus flowers. They ended inside the fire place while praying for the solar chord, our right nostril, symbolising river Ganga; and in yogic texts known as pingala. It was also mauni amavasya, i.e the quiet moonless night, as advised for centuries, this day must be observed in silence. Women who could not restrain themselves from speaking, fasted in exchange for words. And the ones who spoke nothing from mouths were seen talking cautiously from eyes. There was nothing satvic about the day even though I tried to make it. And above all It ended without a moral, not that it had to. But without a story as if either it wasn’t needed or we weren’t important. In the evening the walk became unending. It didn’t feel long but the sun had set. We went around the circular home to find more wood but instead found two calves loving like statues. Somehow they got excited and started running like jumping deers. The once desired magic when attained, when passed...

23/10/2021

Turiya and RamaKrishna: Who Are You?- ११

Nara commentates … First called is Svante, alittle five year old sannyas aspirant, and subodhi, his mother. Ramakrishna tells him to shut...

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

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05/06/2021

How I found my self ? And sooner my strength- I

In the silence of the night, the only sound that started coming was of the rain drops dropping, infrequently...

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

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20/05/2021

9 Ancient Yogic Ways to fight Corona Pandemic

When flood comes, the fish eat ants. But when water dries, the ants eat fish. – Theory of Life, Virus will be...

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

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28/02/2021

Born to Run

The first half of Bruce Springsteen’s autobiography makes some things abundantly clear: He had no natural ability to play...

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22/02/2021

Technique, and how must, can we learn one ?

Its amazing by how much we can get done simply by trying. Whether its writing, finishing a complex film,...

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

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25/12/2020

Conversations in a Dream

Never stand and drink water, eat food or smoke. Some one very important from the other world entered in...

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10/11/2020

Tomorrow comes Daily

Slowly slowly as good days passed, hardest ones arrived. Three deaths and earning a bagful of silence later, we...

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25/09/2020

Finding Music

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

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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...

Life at School

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...

Life at School

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?...

Welcome To Heaven: Stories From the Line Of Control that May Enlighten The World– VII. Final

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

On the Great Himalayan Road Journey to Baltistan, today is the showdown, the final journey continuing from Call of the Now- I Life and nothing more- II Road will tell you- III Remember me with a Lotus- IV The Gun Mountains and other Gods- V The Wait of Baltistan- VI : ँ : — It was more difficult to reach here than i had thought. To an extent I was only one night away from leaving it all and going back home. A whole day had gone in repairing Tyre and servicing this vehicle in Diskit, the same valley that hosted gypsies once, ancient travellers, porters coming from Turkey, Iran, Afghanistan carrying opium and other magic potions to the cold desert of Hunder; a stop that they still talk about as the Silk road. This was the ancient Silk route, and from here you either go up to Mongolia or find your way to the Tibetan plateau into China. I took to Baltistan. “And had Turtuk not pulled me in this one time, I...

The Wait Of Baltistan: Remembering Love and Lessons While Teaching in the Border Village of Turtuk – VI

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

On the Great Himalayan Road Journey to Baltistan, the final journey continuing from Call of the Now- I Life and nothing more- II Road will tell you- III Remember me with a Lotus- IV The Gun Mountains and other Gods- V : ँ : As i sit to write this final chapter, many memories from my journey that I first took eleven years ago arrive. Vivid. Bringing a state of spiritual alertness. An all round high, more out of oxygen levels shelving by the night, at that height. Breathing deep. I wasn’t able to stop my popcorn like popping soul at the sight of the Himalayas. More so I felt young. Carrying freedom in my eyes as I was being taken care of for months and if I wanted to, for as long, to only teach. Incidents, accidents; new kind of trees, new crops, thin air, cold wind, white walls, narrow streets, mountain dogs, brick lanes, chants, monasteries, Tibetan flags; the mountain life; that air of newness like teenage romance, lived shortly. As a...

The Gun Mountains and Other Gods -V

by Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

On the Road to Baltistan, continuing from Call of the Now- I Life and nothing more- II Road will tell you- III Remember me with a Lotus- IV : ँ : Before we reach Turtuk, Baltistan; it was important to dedicate an essay only to the journey. My travels that saw me traversing through these dangerous, rough and meditative landscapes that over the years helped changing me, even my cells. For many years this road has been my road to inner work and of the outside world, and i imagine one which taught me best how to discern. This National Highway that runs from Srinagar, Kashmir to Leh is called the NH Delta- 1 and is the most important road that joins the valley of Kashmir to Laddakh. La that is ‘a mountain pass’, and ddakh is the ‘King’- this land that is the king of the mountain passes, running along the mighty river Indus, parallel to the most active, volatile border in the world, the Line of Control with Pakistan. Ever since the...

09/01/2020

Protected: Ways of Seeing, as in 2020

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14/09/2019

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...

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06/02/2019

Planets find a well

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

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10/08/2018

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...

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05/07/2018

Vipassna in the Jungle

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

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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...

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...