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  • A Traveller’s lessons from ten years on the ँ Road

    by Narayan 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...

by Narayan Kaudinya
Comments 80
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...

by Narayan Kaudinya
Comments 55
27/02/2016

The Wedding Song

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

by Narayan Kaudinya
Comments 19
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...

by Narayan Kaudinya
Comments 25
24/11/2020

The motorcycle, Dalai Lama and the Meal – I

Few years ago, I was travelling with once upon a time a beautiful friend. And like all great friendships...

by Narayan Kaudinya
Comments 108
09/09/2020

A Journal of Animal stories in the last ancient fair of Nepal

“There is no other no other culture on earth that worships a woman as a goddess. And has gone...

by Narayan Kaudinya
Comments 63
28/08/2020

SINGSONG : Finding the Father with the golden voice of Cambodia – A...

In December 2018, I rented a bicycle and started recording songs of the people I would meet in my...

by Narayan Kaudinya
Comments 58
03/08/2020

Bateshwar Temples from the eyes of the legendary Archaeologist KK Muhammad: A Photo...

My earliest memory of meeting KK Muhammad was in his white room, filled with books to the brim, touching...

by Narayan Kaudinya
Comments 51

Nara, listen. Do yourself a favor, without thinking too much about it, pack a pillow and a blanket; see as many trees and visit as many villages. Trust me, you will not regret it.

notes from an old diary

One night at the Indo-Pakistan border

Published by Narayan 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
Comments 87
rajasthan, Short Stories, Tales from Rural India

LAST FLIGHT OF AN OWL

Published by Narayan 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
Comments 8
Mysticism, rajasthan

Mangla and her magical milk

Published by Narayan 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
Comments 0
rajasthan, Short Stories

The neem Tree

Published by Narayan 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
Comments 2
Mysticism, rajasthan, Yogic Studies
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 Kaudinya
Comments 65
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 Kaudinya
Comments 3
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...

by Narayan Kaudinya
Comments 5
07/12/2018

Love is everywhere

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

by Narayan Kaudinya
Comments 2
07/12/2018

The Red Cambodian Bed

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

by Narayan Kaudinya
Comments 0
30/11/2018

First Flight to Bangkok

We are a few minutes away from entering into December. Most things if asked from the deepest alleys of transparent,...

by Narayan Kaudinya
Comments 0
29/11/2018

In the land of Snakes

Twenty six days ago and three hundred fifty kilometers north I Moon I reached Aldona late in the night....

by Narayan Kaudinya
Comments 19
01/03/2016

In love with Sipna

Sipna Art Residency, was a very memorable time. Very precious days and nights amongst the oldest tribes living on...

by Narayan Kaudinya
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On one full moon night in central India; I stood in front of the biggest ashvattha tree when all its leaves one after another started falling. Behind me two big birds flew screaming as if informing someone of my presence. A fireball descended from the sky far and vanished. Along the way a blue insect kept blinking. I reached a vast field. Here innumerable men eeriely quiet walked like reptiles looking for the vanished fire when my camera flashed. Their heads turned like snake hoods turn to you. They ran. I ran. Escaped but everything changed since that night.

Tales from Rural India

Yogic Studies

Ancient Life and Research, Yogic Studies

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

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...

19/01/2021
Comments 71
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...

19/12/2020
Comments 45
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...

17/11/2020
Comments 39
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...

16/10/2020
Comments 35
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...

15/09/2020
Comments 54
Mysticism, Philosophy, Yogic Studies

Are you Blinking ?

It happens only while blinking. Sages and meditators who have closed there eyes for the longest time in there lifetimes, know when to blink. How much later to blink,...

21/08/2020
Comments 15
India, 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...

30/07/2020
Comments 50
Yogic Studies

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...

12/05/2020
Comments 16
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....

26/01/2019
Comments 2
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...

31/10/2018
Comments 0

Being a traveller is to carry; like a river, the memory. It is to flow, and surrender completely to exactly what is holding you.

It is to master your breath. To let the self be in bliss. It is to keep contemplating on the sublime, to travel as far within till you meet your sea.

T Krishnamacharya

Shape of Water

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...

by Narayan Kaudinya
Comments 18
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...

by Narayan Kaudinya
Comments 0
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...

by Narayan Kaudinya
Comments 0
29/12/2018

The dip

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

by Narayan Kaudinya
Comments 2
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...

by Narayan Kaudinya
Comments 0
22/11/2018

Pattern

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

by Narayan Kaudinya
Comments 0

One's happiness can only be measured by the average sum of sunrises and sunsets one has seen in his life.

Akira Kurosawa

Mystics and Healers

Life is only breath. Every other thing a distraction.

by Narayan 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...

16/10/2020
Comments 35
Mysticism, Yogic Studies

In Life’s darkness. Mother is light.

by Narayan Kaudinya

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 all directions. Yet the destructive eye had to open, and took him inwards. Ujjain arrived in the morning. We went to pataloka to touch the equator in dim light and later ate potato spice. Darkness is the birth place of all creations. A child becomes in the dark. The lights glows the most in the dark. It is not that the darkness is wrong. It’s a part of life, a backdrop for the stars at night, the space between what you know. Darkness has a way of reminding you of the light. ExistING side by side. Sometimes overlapping, one explaining the other. And Mangla, the beautiful brown cow here in the village is pregnant. One big similarity, between a cow and a human mother is that both take nine months for their child to come out playing in the wild. Also one of many reasons, the oldest living...

15/09/2020
Comments 54
Motivation and Inspiration, Mysticism, Yogic Studies

Are you Blinking ?

by Narayan Kaudinya

It happens only while blinking. Sages and meditators who have closed there eyes for the longest time in there lifetimes, know when to blink. How much later to blink, because blinking comes with a count. And whosoever blinks is certain, to die. And that is how gods were differentiated from humans. because gods do not blink. In our lives, we live through a series of decisions that we make daily, weekly, monthly: but those decisions that subconsciously occur, the quiet ones which get shared with no one. The ones which come with horse power velocity leading us to our destinies are the which cry in silence. Because the only way you will ever awaken is through silence, not through analyzation of facts, not by sorting out good and bad, but through simple silence. By focusing towards the light in the dark, and to particularly stand in that invisible line trying to reveal ones true potential by letting every thought be, by surrendering to all the possibilities, Possibilities. By just showing up day after day...

21/08/2020
Comments 15
Mysticism, Philosophy, Yogic Studies

As you start to walk on the way, the way appears

Ramakrishna Paramhansa

Motivation and Inspiration

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...

by Narayan Kaudinya
Comments 54
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...

by Narayan Kaudinya
Comments 49
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...

by Narayan Kaudinya
Comments 54
15/09/2020

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...

by Narayan Kaudinya
Comments 54
31/08/2020

Being the Light

People in general have been generous with us through the years. A doctor who took the time to understand...

by Narayan Kaudinya
Comments 29
17/08/2020

Towards Peace

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

by Narayan Kaudinya
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01/03/2020

Remember, coming December

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

by Narayan Kaudinya
Comments 3
29/02/2020

Better than perfect ?

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

by Narayan Kaudinya
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Life at School

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...

11/10/2019
Comments 0
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...

31/05/2019
Comments 0
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...

14/10/2018
Comments 2
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...

11/10/2018
Comments 11
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...

06/09/2018
Comments 3
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?...

15/08/2018
Comments 0

Enjoy the paintings

25/12/2020

Conversations in a Dream

04/10/2020

Learning from Mahatma, knowing Gandhi

15/08/2020

Happy Birthday Incredible India

14/09/2019

Amarnath in the times of article 370

06/02/2019

Planets find a well

10/08/2018

Saving the Bird Man of Kashmir

About me

Narayan Kaudinya

Narayan Kaudinya

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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The Head

Man’s Search for Meaning

by Narayan 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...

07/08/2020
Comments 20
Jammu and Kashmir, Oral Stories from Rural India, Short Stories

The day of the U-Turn

by Narayan Kaudinya

Winters had started settling in Leh. I used to get up the earliest, take the coldest shower from the waters of Indus. For at least half a day to come, my peace with that. I was making tea when i heard Cynthia, singing. An old American woman who had been teaching in Leh for last 29 years. From the US, she arrived each winter to teach Laddakhi students. I offered Cynthia Tea. She said “I am sorry, I am still not Indian’ and laughed out loud. And asked me to come up and look at the old lines on her table. The table had a beautiful map. And this map sounded fulfilling. It had a path along the river Indus, that left the road way down and lead one to an ancient looking narrow canyon. She suggested, I must take that. And then without asking walk for an hour or two to the village called TAR. There lives my best friend; in a cave, like kitchen, where Ibex’s and snow leopards come sometimes to...

16/09/2019
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India, Jammu and Kashmir, Road Journals

One day win and other days Out

by Narayan 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...

15/09/2019
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India, Jammu and Kashmir, Road Journals
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...

by Narayan Kaudinya
Comments 5
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...

by Narayan Kaudinya
Comments 0
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...

by Narayan Kaudinya
Comments 0
05/07/2018

Vipassna in the Jungle

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

by Narayan Kaudinya
Comments 0

Being able to listen well is a superpower, that comes with a key. And that is while listening to someone you should keep asking them “Is there more?”, until there is no more.

Uncle Kesh from France

Short stories

Man’s Search for Meaning

by Narayan 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...

07/08/2020
Comments 20
Jammu and Kashmir, Oral Stories from Rural India, Short Stories

One monsoon in Bengal – II

by Narayan 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...

02/07/2020
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India, Short Stories, West Bengal

One Monsoon in Bengal – I

by Narayan 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...

29/06/2020
Comments 45
India, Short Stories, West Bengal

River is Everywhere

Hermann Hesse
24/08/2020

The Sweetness of Change

You will certainly know better things and worse things than those you already know, but that does not matter....

by Narayan Kaudinya
Comments 56
17/07/2020

The Lovers

Where are the lovers? The ones who roamed and flew kisses at each passing nightingale; that one who promised...

by Narayan Kaudinya
Comments 47
07/07/2020

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 Kaudinya
Comments 39
30/05/2020

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 Kaudinya
Comments 7
25/01/2019

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 Kaudinya
Comments 4
15/08/2015

Birdsong

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

by Narayan Kaudinya
Comments 9

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Ancient Life and Research, Yogic Studies

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

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...

19/01/2021
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