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If Only Trees

The Devdar tree by the rockThe Fir and the Pinemust have its memories too:after a thousand years,see how its brancheslean towards the ground Only if I could get enoughaway from peoplewhere there was much more skyseen through the leaves abovemeeting trees from this and otherthan land,high risers. I see,by the day the grass is going brown or red in placesUnder the broad shadows of the Chinar treeSometimes now, here, everywhereI am talked to, is by silence Yet, IfI could only get closer to the lightwhere most of it is light. : ँ : Thank you. If today is the first time you have arrived on The Road to Nara, you are heartily welcome ~ Namaste : ँ : I will take this opportunity to introduce you to About me and importantly; Sharing some Lessons that awakened me while travelling Solo for Years on the Road, before you coarse on your own Road to Nara. You might also love to know about My Little School : ँ : I will appreciate all your support; your words or any contributions you might like to make towards …

But Love, and Other Poems

Just for a moment,sit down and be with yourself. Close your eyes and thinkhow short is our life on earth.   Is it worth fighting at all?internally or externally! In this short life span where time takes us on roller coasters,would you like to be happy or ? Shoot. Shoot. Shoot.Shoot the Mango! Because its summers. Because medical science has made such tremendous Progress,said Huxley, that there is hardly a healthy human left. Aren’t we all going to die, all of us,that alone should make us love, but it hasn’t. People are strange; But Lovebecause that would mean total Acceptance Of yourself.along with all your weaknesses and Strengths. But Love,because hard things must be told simply. But Love,because the mind must be taught, to keep out of it.  Else the mind will involve the Fate.and the Fate, it is known controls only the weak. But Love,because it is the spirit of the strong. and it is the strong who mould the Providence they want. : ँ : Thank you. If today is the first time …

Namaste to the Sun: An Ancient Yogic Way to Glow from Within

I had gone to my old Yoga school on a long walk. Not to meet anyone but to eat fruits. From an elderly woman who has been sitting outside Yoga centre ever since, with a fruit basket. “Mango aren’t yet sweet, I was about to tell her”, when she introduced me to a police man sitting beside, telling him that I am a Yoga Teacher. I finished my fruit Salad. About to leave when he requested me to come near and asked in a hushed voice, what to do when your face is darkening? Quiet. I wanted to hear more. It is my wife, she is also gaining a lot of weight. She isn’t old. 47 Years. What to do? Hearing these two queries took my intuition and understanding towards the Source; The Sun. And Since the Origin of Yoga is centered around and incipiently with worshipping the Sun, I started with telling him about how human civilisation and life actually started around Fire, and fire worship in form of the Sun on Earth, i …

The Last Journey to Ganga and Scenes from my Ancestral Village : A Photographic Essay

Visiting Grand Parents used to be the only time when the Joy of having many umbrellas multiplied the possibilities of games, laughter and Humour. But one day without any knock, or warning grandmother died an exceptionally unusual death. All those years the perception that I carried of association, I could never feel it again towards my birth home, my birth courtyard, after grandmother was gone. No sense of belonging. My village had started to look congested. May be that was why parents must have left it. In 1982. On the mud terrace of our ancestral home, fragrance of cow-dung cakes still brings to my mind the nostalgia of my grandmother cleaning the courtyard every morning. Even before the sun would rise; while telling me with love to keep sleeping. Upla* are still used for cooking and cleaning. And just last week were also used for lighting the pyre of my uncle. Father’s eldest brother. Death of a family pillar changes a lot of dimension. For one It brings overwhelming, repulsive, abominable silence in homes. I …

The Curse of A Tale: And Why each mother should make her child first, a storyteller?

Sound is important. Anyone who takes on a story takes on the responsibility of passing it on. A.K Ramanujan, an Indian Poet and Folklorist wrote in the preface to his book Folktales from India, “Stories and words not only have weight; they also have wills and rages, and they can take different shapes and exact revenge against a person who doesn’t tell them and release them into the world. They are there before any particular teller tells them; stories hate it when they are not passed on to others, for they can come into being again and again only in that act of translation. If you know a tale, any tale; you owe it not only to others but to the tale itself to tell it; otherwise it suffocates. Traditions have to be kept in good repair, transmitted, or else, beware, such tales seem to say, things will happen to you. You can’t hoard them.” He then tells of a Kondh tribal who possessed four stories which he was too lazy to repeat. One night, …

Have a Little Faith: 5 things to Achieve by the Year end.

I am writing. I have been writing. And even though I was away from Road to Nara, I kept writing on paper. I kept remembering everyone here. And it is now after thirty days of thirst, i finally opened this dying computer. How have you been? How is everyone doing? Please do tell me. Say it out loud. I will be very happy to read from each one of my co-traveller here. It is true that once the rhythm breaks, whoever you might be and whatever you do, life presides over. Life consumes even that time which once was someone’s. Like mine was for the Road to Nara. I tried write on 16th of this month and then on the 26th but it took my might to break this monotony. Truth be told that there is no going far away from here. I missed writing here. I missed sharing here. Because words are as important as the ones reading them. Because these days, these months, this year is very important. And i would like each …

THE ORIGIN : Thank you all my co-travellers. The Foundation of a Happy Life- Last Post of 2021

I have been talking to myself ever since I remember. And having a photographic memory I remember myself well; doing, playing, observing being as young as 1 year old, i remember a lot of things. And this listening, seeing, ultra observing of actions, reactions, relating, co-relating, correcting them, learning from what didn’t go right, or what did, the tone and sounds in a language, feelings; I am always well aware of each happening, every vibration that I receive or give. It is pure grace, a blessing. Namaste. Another blessing had been this blog, Road to Nara : My travels as a Yogi and the family that it has provided me. Each and every soul of you. To tell you, It has saved me from something, I do not know what but very important something. I even did not know till now that I could sustain writing, or that I can write this much. Road to Nara became my road to come back to myself, so many memories I have lived in my lifetime, so many …