Ancient Life and Research, Turiya and Ramakrishna: Conversations around self- A Photo Book, Yogic Studies
Published on 17/11/2020
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Food and the World on a new Yogi’s mind

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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 arrived people were seen forgetting the Sun.

Breathe in breathe out.

In the new cities, statisticians were collecting some data. It was seen that children of non-meat eating parents were picking pizzas of a particular shop called fat lulu in their dreams because they were the only ones where vegetarian was written.

Stretch.

For many months, the voice inside had been asking him to leave dairy, and when it is the best time to be a cow in India. He thought, milk like few other well marketed products have been projected as a necessity to humanity. So he started writing alternatives, to the unmarked ones and whenever any untested eatable came to his mind.

Moon and Sun.

While riding back home along the river one evening, Nara saw a beggar sitting upright. It was strange, beggars like him, more so with a summer shirt and half pants do not sit in inspiring lotus postures. Nara stopped to observe. The beggar for many minutes held his left nostril called moon and would only breathe in from his right called sun. When he opened his eyes, seeing Nara, he smiled. And the only words he could say were, its very cold my child. He closed his eyes again, and went back black to balance his body temperature

Color

One day the road led him to an elite market, he saw a fruit man selling watermelon and grapes in November cold. Is there something called a season anymore? Because time seems to have taken a back seat. Yet he stopped, thinking all fruits are good, but where’s the seed?

When his german sister called he was eating Papaya and counting its chewing in his mind, to make sure he reaches thirty two before he could put the next slice.

Pray

Standing, his eyes stopped at a few children who were praying and garlanding their parents. It was a sight. Who prays first of all. And to their parents!! Did something happen? Many Mothers, fathers were seated on chairs at a podium. And possibly their children were taking innumerable rounds around them with marigold garlands and a ghee lamp. Smiling parents looked proud and satisfied, taking many selfies. Together they all sang and danced afterwards when a young little girl suddenly came upfront and stood beside Nara, she wore no shoes, her bare feet touching earth and her eyes trying to looking at his desirously or could it be the oldest way of asking. But she stood watching, she was different. And the moment he dropped his gaze on her, she overturned, her waist like rubber, spine made of elastic, summersaulted standing backwards where she was. Her prize was a large plate of Papayas, Watermelon, Grapes, and many other fruits that are never found in November.

Magic

All the magic that is there in the world lies in water, said Maharaj Ji. I had seen him drinking water like no one else. Every living being apart from human sips water, he said. You know sipping ! Look at that squirrel, or any birds, lion, cats, dogs; they naturally cant swallow water but drink one drop at a time like breath. I am no master neither i attended any school; and anyways no one tells you these things at school. But if you want this nectar to do magic within you, if you want to be healthy, if you want to never be taken over by any disease; forget swallowing water. Sit down and drink it sip by sip.

Anyways, keep breathing deep.

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Thank you.

If today is the first time you have arrived on The Road to Nara, you are heartily welcome ~ Namaste


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I will take this opportunity to introduce you to About me and importantly;

As a co-traveller, taking you through the Ten Lessons I learnt from several years on the road, before you coarse on your own Road to Nara.


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If you are still here, you might like to know about My Little School. If you wish to come over for a visit, to share your stories or one of your magic tricks, you will be heartily welcome.

If you would like to contribute to this project for us provide better or by helping us plant one tree, you can please do so here


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Above all, If you have anything to share, or feel like saying a hello, please feel free to write to me at narayankaudinya@gmail.com

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Hi, I am Narayan Kaudinya. And i welcome you on this journey, the Road to Nara ! I am an Ethnographer and a practicing Indologist. I did my masters in History and further learnt Sanskrit, Yoga and Nerve-therapy. At 24, pushing most academic sounding, office sitting works away, i felt compelled to know and understand the world and my country, Bharat/India. I travelled, and as it happened i took up teaching in Kashmir and further up in the remote villages of Baltistan in the foothills of Karakoram Ranges. For around three years and many states later there came a time when i felt that it was only while teaching i learnt how to laugh, to see, feel, breathe, love and cry -with children, and mostly resource-less parents in the harshest-freezing border conditions. I write, and work as a documentary photographer and Filmmaker, with numerous published, exhibited and some awarded stories. In my travels and life i have let nature lead me, the divine mother, and as a Yogin, my resolve here is to share my experiences and thoughts as honestly, and through them to blossom in everyone the power and possibility in pursuing your breath, that you seek your true nature with courage and curiosity. Here, on this road i will share my spirit, my love for nature, the elements of life that are us. And in doing so, i'll be happy to see you along.

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    • Narayan Tushar Kaudinya says

      Rosa, you are beautiful and are already filled with mindfulness 🙂 Yes, sipping water consciously is actually the only appropriate way of receiving this magical element.

      Thanks Rosa.
      Love. Narayan

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    • Narayan Tushar Kaudinya says

      Lovely to see the name right up there dearest Cheryl. You know it is wonderful to see you smiling always. Thanks, yes this essay in its creation took me to some places i had not gone before.

      Thanks Cheryl, Love.
      Narayan

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    • Narayan Kaudinya says

      It was pretty Guglu ji thanks. Homes and lanes were decorated with so many colourful lights, one day that looked old and sane in this long insanely year 🙂 thanks so much for wishing.

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        • Narayan Kaudinya says

          They had the flow and focus to be in their own, and through that they flowed almost all their lives, unlike now where half of our lives go in finding our identities. More apt word could be homely than sane Brian. As there were many insane old things too 🙂

          Hope you are well.

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          • equinoxio21 says

            Identity is definitely a current issue… Out of the traditional question: “Who am I? Where do I come from? And where do I go?”, kit would seem “who am I” is currently winning…

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    • Narayan Kaudinya says

      Marsha, lovely to have you, Your refreshing words.

      Yes the image is from an ancient Indian text, i did not create it, but used in the context of making us aware of Social distancing humorously on Insta.

      “Like when the social distancing is the norm but you still have to eat :-D”

      Narayan

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