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Saturday, March 5, 2016

Life is a Delusion.



                                                         Life is a delusion.
Each and every aspect of life is a delusion.
 It may be the material world, relationships, power, intellect, wealth, prosperity, position. Whatever form it may be in, it is not the real form. Every individual considers himself to be the doer or achiever of that life, of that progress and prosperity. But in reality exactly the opposite is true. He is not the doer but the done.                                                     
            When he transcends from the material world, only then does he understand the causes and effects of the materialization of things in this world. It is not that only the saints and yogis are capable of this transcendence.  It is for every human being. May it be a layman or an intellectual, rich or poor, powerful or weak.  Because this transcendence is the process of the mind, the soul, the spirit within and not of the physical self.  Whereas the material world, relationships, power, belong only to the physical world. It is not a new concept. This concept has been explained and taught time and again since the evolution or creation of human beings.  Through scriptures, religions, faiths since time immemorial.
But the question is, ‘Then why every human being does not learn it or adopt it and evolve through it?’
The reason is simple but unknown. It is unacceptable to the man of worldly pleasures. To the man of ignorance and facility. The reason is that he cannot distinguish between the body and soul, between matter and spirit, between temporary and permanent, momentary and eternal. This simple principle or philosophy of existence is not available to all.

Why is it not available?
Because human form results after many previous births. In each birth the spirit evolves with its Karma, with its thoughts, actions, cause and effect. Even after reaching the human form, his mind, his thoughts have not evolved to that stage. He then needs to search the self. Know the self.                                                                           
        As we know the self, our existence, we begin to evolve. Here the questions that enable to understand life are,  Who am I? Why do I exist? Where do I come from and where do I go?  What is my reason to be on this earth?

Familiar questions?
Yes, we have read them in every spiritual book, heard them in every discourse. But have we answered these questions?
Positively, NOT. Then let’s do it for our own self.

Thursday, October 23, 2014

The Human Mind.



The Human Mind
      The mind becomes confused, corroded when there are no clear thoughts. One thought over the other keep on attacking the mind. There is a total chaos going on and we feel lost, frustrated, uncertain. Not knowing what to do. These type of flooding, overpowering thoughts are disastrous. They deflect the serenity, the calmness that a human being always aspires for. These thoughts if not controlled become become destructing, negative thoughts and actions that can only harm the self and others.
It  is but a common feature of the human mind. Nothing extraordinary of abnormal about it. What is necessary is the need to control these overpowering thoughts that take charge of your mind and body, of your actions and reactions, of your behavior and perception.  Human beings’ greatest test is to control this dominant flow of thoughts.
      
       And how do we do it?                                                                                                                          
       There are innumerable ways taught in every faith, every   religion, in the different sources of knowledge relating to human mind and psychology.  Meditation, concentration, recitation of mantras, focusing on light, reading scriptures, listening to music, solitude, exercise, walking in isolation, etc. etc.                            
  The ways are many but the aim, the intention is only one.  And that is to curb the  flow of dominant thoughts. It sounds so simple, and believe me it is simple. Provided we intend it, provided we work towards achieving that goal of serenity and calmness.

     And that we do, everyone does,  at one or the other point of time, in this or other birth, as is destined for the evolution of his soul. This happens in stages of evolution.  When the right time comes, the mind begins to get its signals. The mind begins to yearn for an outlet from the overactive, confused state. It begins to search for the ways to find peace, happiness, freedom. When this happens  we need to understand that we need to aspire for more, search more into the self.  Because material comforts then become of less value and more of a burden. The feeling of a void, of emptiness amongst a prosperous, abundant material world is a sign for us to know that we are on the verge of a transformation, of evolution.  The only requirement the is to know the self.  The questions most interesting then are,  Who am I? What am I ? Where have I come form?  Where do I go ?  What is the reason of my  presence in this world? 
These questions become the milestones of your journey towards peace and eternity.

Friday, August 15, 2014

The Patriotic Touch



The Patriotic Touch

     The country, India. The people, Indians. The culture, Oriental. The rule, Anglo-Indian. A nation of Confederation. That was the scenario in the pre-independence period. A nation full of insecurity, uncertainty and non-entity.
     Towards the end of the 15th century the countries of Spain and Portugal, began their imperialistic activities in India. The Dutch, the French and the British too came as competitors. In 1857 AD. an attempt to overthrow the British power was made by Indian rulers, including Rani Laxmibai of Jhansi, Tatya Tope, Nanasaheb and others, but the revolt failed. Queen Victoria of England took over the administration of India, and India became a part of the British Empire. For 90 years, from 1857 to 1947, when India became independent, the Indian people were under the imperialistic rule of the British. Imperialism spread in India and its neighboring countries.
     In the intermediate period the First World War broke out between 1914 AD. to 1918 AD., involving 32 countries. The factors leading to the First World War were deep rooted since the beginning of Imperialism. It aroused nationalism among the masses. The spirit of nationalism became fierce and aggressive with the passage of time.
     Patriotism became perverted and nations became selfish. The word ‘Patriotism’ comes from a Greek word meaning fatherland. For most of history, love of fatherland or homeland, ‘motherland for Indians’ was an attachment to the physical features of the land. But that notion changed in the 18thcentury, when the ideals of Democracy, Socialism and Communism strongly emerged into political thoughts. Patriotism was still love for one’s country that included connection to the land and people, but then it also included its customs and traditions, pride in its history and devotion to welfare.
     Today most people agree that Patriotism also involves service to their country, but many disagree on how to best perform such services. Some believe that the national government speaks for a country, therefore, all its citizens should actively support government policies and actions.. Others argue that a true patriot speaks out when convinced that their country is following an unwise or unjust action. 
     The emergence of Patriotism led to the independence of countries from overpowering rulers. The celebrations of the red-letter days, i.e.
·         The Independence Day --- The day we stopped depending on foreign authorities and started self-governing our territories.
·         Republic Day ---The day on which the country where the supreme power is held by the people or their elected representatives.
·         Liberation Day ---The day the country or state was set free from its oppressors.
These days are reflections of the patriotic feeling. On these days’ freedom fighters, patriots, soldiers are awarded with medals and mementos to honour their contribution towards the nation. The celebrations are pompous events contemplated by millions of people. But, do these millions nurture the thought of liberation in their mind or heart?
They definitely forget it. It is just an event, blurred and insignificant, which drifts to the back of the mind after the momentous day has passed by.
     Hon. Ex-President, Dr. A P J Abdul Kalam, in his speech at Hyderabad, echoed J.F.Kennedy’s words to his fellow Americans to relate to Indians --------------
“Ask what we can do for India, and do what has to be done to make India what America and other western countries are today.”
     The essence of liberation is lost. The three basic essentials for attaining liberation are Right knowledge, right faith and right conduct. Do we at all fit into this form?
     The post-independence period has made quantum leaps in different fields of art, science, music, education, politics, etc. but the conduct is left behind. People have suppressed the importance of conduct, of religious and moral codes of behaviour, heading towards corruption, political instability and religious disharmony giving rise to universal destruction, terrorism, where all human values are lost.
Terrorism is caused due to frustration and desperation, misinterpretation of religion, justifying one’s religion to be superior, ignoring humanity and respect for life itself. The entire cycle begins and ends from the lack of conduct. People forget that life has to be valued more than nations, cultures and religion.
  “Nations grown corrupt,
    Love bondage more than liberty.
    Bondage with ease than strenuous liberty.”
                                           ----------------John Milton.
Year after year, we boast of celebrating several National events regardless of what we are truly doing to the country and for the country. The freedom fighters struggled to liberate India from its oppressors keeping in mind the human values. We have left these values far behind and are adopting the western culture that our ancestors strived to quit. The argument suggests that if we wish to live in the modern global village, which the world is transforming into, we need to adopt their ways. But would it justify the idea of leaving back our own culture and ethics, just to globalize? Do we really cherish the liberty we have or are we just making it a hoax?
     The west is adopting the oriental ways of life not forgetting its indigenous culture, so also can we preserve and cultivate the patriotism with our own values and principles, leaving no space for discrimination.
“The strength of a nation is derived from the integrity of its homes”                                          --------------Confucius.
     The countries of the world fight for their identity, for power, but each forgets that in the cosmic universe each has its own position. As Peter Sterry has quoted:
“See a golden Chain, see the Order of the precious Links, see how in a beautiful circle, the beginning is fastened to the end.”
If the chain has beautiful pearls in different colours, each would add to the entire beauty of the chain. Each country with its own brilliant colours could make a priceless jewel.
     The world is a small place to live in, for one and all to live in its entireness, in wholeness, not with one country but with the universe to celebrate life. Let us share our similarities and celebrate the differences.
      Many authors, scientists, intellectuals have expressed their Impressions of India, which might inspire us to adore our country, to be proud of it, to change our attitude towards it.
“India is the cradle of the human race, the birthplace of human speech, the mother of history, the grandmother of legend, and the great grand mother of tradition.” ---------- Mark Twain.
Adding more to it, Albert Einstein quoted,
“We owe a lot to the Indians, who taught us how to count, without which no worthwhile scientific discovery could have been made.”
     To sum it up, Liberation is therefore, to celebrate our freedom from dominating powers and not freedom from our faith for the nation, from duties and responsibilities towards the nation. Then and only then will the true sense of Patriotism come to the fore overshadowing the rest of the world and shining brightly.
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Monday, May 19, 2014

My book published.

My book launched.

History of Khoja Community in Daman by Toral Pradhan Gujarati Cover                 History of Khoja Community in Daman by Toral Pradhan English Cover            

  

 It is a bilingual book in English and \Gujarati on the Khoja community in Daman.







































Saturday, October 19, 2013

By the Sea



By the Sea.
    Oceans, rivers, lakes simply fascinate me.
     Sitting at the Beach Resort, a cup  of strong coffee and some snacks.    I could not take my eyes off the breathtaking sight. The white sand was blowing with the wind, the climate was hot and humid.             The sea was at its best with High tide. The water waves splashing the shore and running away back into the sea, spraying the beach with tiny salty droplets.  The beauty of the clean clear white foamy water waves transfixed me.
       The sky was blue and clear, the sea at its greenish hue looked like crystal glass reflecting the sunlight, sparkling like a million diamonds on water.  The height of the sky, the depth of the sea unfathomable and eternal, yet blending into each other at the horizon.  The Sun going down from its height into the depth of the depth of the water to rise again tomorrow.  I was in complete awe.             Oh! How beautiful, so very perfect, how eternal!
     When the vastness of the sea, of the sky gets absorbed into the self, we can feel nature at its infinite best. The spirit lifts you up to enjoy the beauty of nature. The spirit that unites you with the cosmos. It touches you at your deepest core and makes you feel so complete, so one with God. So much into it and so much of it.
     It brings a thought  to my  mind. How can we ever think of destroying nature or disturbing it. That which gives us the ground below and the sky above. No matter wha t man achieves, he cannot be separated from Nature. Because nature is always the sole survivor in all its different forms. It can only give you peace, tranquility, eternal bliss, because that is what your true self is.
     The people on the beach were swimming, sunbathing, children were playing and shouting with joy. As if the human world was uniting with nature, as if they were not being satisfied with the moments of joy, wanting more and more of it.
     Sitting on the beach front, I wanted to reach out and touch the beautiful, sparkling waves, to  feel them on my skin, to be a part of it, to dive in and out with them and to just be the Sea. I know, no words can describe it, no pages can be filled with that feeling, for it has to experienced, to be lost in it, to be one with it.
     I was in complete wonder of nature, of the Sea, the sky, the vastness, the tranquility, the space.  Aha!! I cannot express any more. The feeling is of just plain ECSTASY.
      It was at the Canacona Beach, Goa.

Sunday, March 24, 2013

The Cobbler



The Cobbler by the Road.

     He reached his tiny road corner on time as he regularly did. He swept the ground, sprinkled water, spread a sheet of plastic, placed his odd and even boxes and cartons that were picked from roadside discarded garbage. He placed them neatly, one next to the other in a neat row. Covered the boxes with an old newspaper. Placed some plastic and tin containers of creams and polishes. Brushes, needle, thread, his iron rusted tools, shoe strings, iron stand, that he used daily for his work. He took a bottle of water and cleaned some of the holy pictures pasted on the wall behind him, washed his iron stand on which he fixed the shoes for mending, all his odds and evens.
     He then took a bunch of incense sticks, lighted them and spread the smoke and smell in encircling motion directed towards his holy pictures, his iron gadgets, on every thing that  was used for his work in his tiny open shop. He then bent down to pay his respect to his Gods and to those things that brought him his daily earnings. 
     It was the cobbler by the road. The cobbler sitting in his own premises ready for the day.
     The shoes that we remove outside our houses, a particular Indian trend, outside kitchens, outside our religious places, considering them to be dirty, impure, something that is unholy and should not be brought into our most sacred places.  The same shoe is a source of income for the cobbler and hence he worships every tool that is used to mend it. The iron stand on which he fixes every shoe before mending was worshipped with incense sticks, joining hands and praying and bowing down to signify its importance.
     What a paradox?
He is of the same genesis of cobblers and shoemakers of generations, from the first person who mended the shoe to the latest shoe designers. Taking off shoes, washing hands after touching them,  look like myths when the humility and the faith of the cobbler makes the same shoe so important to  his as his source of income. For him his work is worship. For him to progress and support his family. How rupee by rupee he collects his earnings that an entire family depends over.
     It is only the faith and trust that keeps him going on and on over the years, over generations, doing the same job. Believing that it is his job and he should do it with complete faith and dedication, only then it will give him his success, his daily income.
     What a paradox?
Today we do not even think of such a negligible entity in the society. We do not even notice him sitting in a small corner of the road dedicated to his work, when we pass in luxurious cars. It is only when we need him badly, while walking on the road our footwear betrays us that we search for him.
But these unnoticed, personalities teach us what faith can be. What is trust in the universal power. What is true dedication. And what is it to be patient and calm.
      Cause, do we have these qualities to face our much faster, much complicated lives?
Definitely not. Not with that humility and simplicity of a cobbler by the road.
     “O people of the city, everyone knows
       I am a cobbler by trade and tanner by caste
      One of the low castes, and yet within my heart
       I meditate upon God
       I am haunted day and night by the thought
       Of my low birth, society and deeds.
       O God! The Lord of the universe!
       O life of my life, forget me not
        I am ever thy slave.   ----------------- Guru Ravidas.
What is the difference in the prayer of a cobbler and a connoisseur?
What is the difference between this God and that God? Or for that matter, what is the difference between God’s own creations?  He or we?

Friday, August 10, 2012

Goa, A Writer's Paradise


Goa, The Writer’s Paradise.

            It was an unexpected project. It fell into my lap suddenly, out of the blue. Writing an article for the community history. I went just blank. How do I write about the community I joined after my marriage, & that too its history in a place where I was not born nor brought up. It gave me shudders, but my innate feelings supported me. Though not a famous writer, I have done quite good amount of writing and teaching.
            My curious mind began its queries. I started searching for old records, documents, pictures, interviewing the senior citizens for acquiring the necessary information. As my project is about the History of Khoja Community in Daman, I came to know that the government  records and documents were taken away to Goa, after liberation for restoration and for preservation. And that I would find the required information only in Goa.
            A trip to Goa was inevitable. I have visited Goa innumerable times previously, and known the Panjim, Margoa areas and the beautiful beaches. It was when I was not aware of the literary world that is in Goa. The project gave me an opportunity to visit different places, a different Goa.
            The Central Library was the first on my list. Recently inaugurated in April’12. I stepped into the magnificent building and lost myself.  Oh! What an experience. It was a dream come true. The five storey building with its collection of   hundreds of rare books, manuscripts, old papers, documents. All the modern amenities, internet access, everything that a writer could yearn for and that too without any fees, completely free. And above all the excellent co-operative and warm staff members. Never have I seen people who come forward to help you in every possible way. How they guide you, help you and give their valuable time for absolutely nothing in return. I was really impressed and touched by their kind gestures. The library has different sections for all types of literary fields, may it be social, historical, geographical and most surprising section for the blind with all types of brail books, children’s section,3D Studio, maps, etc.
There are no words to describe the quality and thought that must have gone behind the planning, designing and making of such a brilliant masterpiece, with the most peaceful and comfortable layout. It can only be a Writer’s Paradise. Two full days there didn’t satisfy me.
            The next destination was the Archives and Archaeological department, Goa. An old building probably of the 50’s or 60’s with huge collection of old documents and books. I was baffled over the way they had a system of working. A book to guide you on the type of information you require. Volumes of carefully bounded old documents and historical events could be found from it. The old style wooden book stands  to hold heavy volumes so that the binding and papers can be carefully referred, the quite room for research work, the co-operation of the staff and their helpful gestures could only overwhelm me. Turning the delicate  papers, documents, the writings, the events, the special art of making notes and keeping records according to specific dates and events, hand writings and the ink on paper still intact of the 15th and 16th century could be only a dream that came true at these places. It was an experience never ever imagined about.Holding the books and documents of our forefathers of 4 to 5 generations, observing the way they wrote, their style, writing, language, Just incredible. The art that is almost forgotten in the present age of text messages was revived through these collections of ancient times. Though majority of the material is in the Portuguese language and of the Portuguese reign it does have the social information of that period in India. One full day at the Archives and my work was done.
            During my second visit to Goa, I visited the St. Xavier’s Institute of Historical Research, Porvorim, Goa. Unbelievably peaceful, a quiet place where a person could easily meditate for hours and relax and rejuvenate. The building with a botanical garden, rare species of plants, artefacts and of course a collection of old newspapers, documents, books, etc. the procedure of research was exciting and interesting. The name cards of topics had to be searched from a huge systematic collection in alphabetical order and the related material would be provided within minutes. So well organised and instant. No chance of wasting your time or delaying the work. A co-operative staff at every place made the work even easy. I do not know how many more treasure troves are hidden in Goa, but that I will leave for the future.
            Many more places were there to visit where I could find reference material but scarcity of time led me back home. The Goa I had seen since last 30 years was a place of tourist visit, student zone with many colleges, and a place to just laze around. This year my view and impression of Goa has completely changed. It is a place not just to freak around but also for intellectual and meaningful work. The people, the culture, the hospitality, the encouraging atmosphere for progress and up gradation were but a refreshing change I will always cherish. The people I met during this period, writers, historians, librarians, intellectuals, have changed my life, my way of thinking and it has given me immense pleasure and satisfaction working on this project.
            Whatever may be the social, political, economical condition of the State of Goa, it has maintained its culture, ethnicity and ambience, throughout the centuries to this day. And I cannot resist to salute them.
“Hats off to Goa and its people.”