ROAD TO NARA | Travels of : ँ : a Mystic

A Traveller’s philosophy for a kind World

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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Philosophy, Road Journals

LAST FLIGHT OF AN OWL

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He kept looking towards the sky while floating in the water kept for cows. Big round button yellow eyes like ever watching you do the doing. His death seemed...

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Mysticism, rajasthan

Mangla and her magical milk

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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

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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

Arrival of the ancient mountains

Published by narayan Tushar Kaudinya

In the night a train came. In it was an engine sleeping above Maharaj. So loud was his snore that I started going from bed to bed but to...

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Letters to self, Mysticism, rajasthan, Travel Poems

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

A date with Pluto at Bijli Mahadev

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

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...

A Traveller’s philosophy for a kind World

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

by narayan Tushar Kaudinya

Man’s search for meaning

When I returned to Ishbar that night, Shiban seemed speechless. But Dr Kaul looked at him with satisfaction giving...

by narayan Tushar Kaudinya

The day of the U-Turn

I offered Cynthia Tea. She said “I am sorry, I am still not Indian’ and asked me to come...

by narayan Tushar Kaudinya

One day win and other days Out

The night was strange. It was a mix of sleeping deep and aware of some thing gone wrong. Two...

by narayan Tushar Kaudinya

Jacky the Panther

World is the child of chaos or so it seems. Maharaj was expecting tea from a strange home when...

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

He kept looking towards the sky while floating in the water kept for cows. Big round button yellow eyes like ever watching you do the doing. His death seemed such that at one time I felt he chose it. But would a predator or anyone can choose his own death? May be. But When Maharaj arrived, he first closed his eyes. May be he needed someone to close his eyes before it could be plucked out. May be he earned this burial. To only put a stop to this cycle. May his body rests and the spirit awakens. Aum Shanti

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.

Life is only breath. Every other thing a distraction.

by narayan Tushar Kaudinya

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 in silence. Women had fasted in the exchange for words. They did speak from mouths today but eyes were seen talking. There was nothing sattvic about the day even though I tried to make it. It all ended without a moral. Without a story as if either it wasn’t needed or we weren’t important. The walk was long. It didn’t feel long but sun had almost set and we both had reached to the aghora rhymes. The once desired magic when attained, when passed over, turns to mundane. Life is only breath. Every other thing a distraction.

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

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?...

Protected: Ways of Seeing, as in 2020

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by narayan Tushar Kaudinya

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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

A meeting with the Frogs

by narayan Tushar Kaudinya

Writing from Kaushik’s village home in Jhargram. Its night. Light has come after nine hours. I have cooked six packets of maggie. We both will eat it all tonight. Kaushik has gone to get McDowell’s. Its my last night. We are partying. I posted that letter to m. Meanwhile, 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 falling for days. I found sometime and went out for a small walk. The air was muggy. Balconies were empty. Drops were still falling from the sides of the roofs. Yellow bulbs have taken a stand and sounds were coming out of televisions. A little late a sole cooker spoke. I took the right turn. Once football field where i played on my arrival day five days ago had nature-d into a full filled country pond. I was awed to see the amount in which the frogs have gathered...

A monsoon in Bengal

by narayan Tushar Kaudinya

State Highway number 9 Silda Football ground, West Bengal Sharing this letter i wrote to a dear friend while i was travelling for the first time through rural bengal. -. Rain was never far behind. This happened to be that moment of my journey. This tree felt home away from home. I knew it ended right there with this photograph. I realized home is calling. Travels have not been too comfortable but its liberating to learn that i could come to west bengal at this time. Clouds don’t seem to have much time to move ahead or to stop, they are moving in circles. Fields are just too green everywhere, and roads connecting villages too red. Pond’s are over filled, and women, girls in them makes me feel at times, its worthless to get educated and get conscious of your knowledge. The only thing one has to learn is the language of the world that has no place for words in it. And yes the cows, goats, buffalos, ducks, hen and chickens are in...

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

A date with Pluto at Bijli Mahadev

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

by narayan Tushar Kaudinya

Birdsong

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

by narayan Tushar Kaudinya