LAST PAST SALT

[unorganized thoughts in a sentence forming something.]

word 'LAST' and 'SALT' are made up of same four letters.

SALT normally comes LAST into the party and adds the charm.

Condition: one should put SALT as much needed else chances of spoiling are more.

Whatever we did LAST turns immediately into the PAST. 

On that account, PAST is like a SALT.

Something which can increase or decrease our blood pressure.

Reason PAST hold so much importance in our life is simple.

We want those PAST image either to LAST forever with us or for us

Or we wish its LAST time in this life for those PAST image. 

Just like things decay if kept for too long inside SALT; 

Same happens if remain too long with the PAST.

This might be the LAST message as year 2016 PAST away.

Its solely up-to us how to use PAST.

Something like putting SALT [a good memory] to brighten and made things delicious

Or putting SALT on fresh wound this PAST year has given.

Everything is going so FAST, 

let me also say at LAST,

'All this blog post in past 10 days are just because in this VAST space something got CAST

in forms of word. And those words still LAST. Gives gentle reminder that 'Nothing LAST'.

"To the ego, the present moment hardly exists." - Eckhart tolle

I want to say something to you..

મારે કાંઈક કહેવું છે તને,

એમ કહીને હું ચુપ થઈ જાવ ને

નીરવ શાંતીમા સરી પડુ

અને તુ મને સાંભળે.

હું બધુંજ શબ્દોમાં ગુંથવા મથું ને

તુ આવીને મારી બધીજ ગુંથ ઉકેલી દે.

તુ કોણ્? એ પ્રશ્ન પહેલો આવે ખરો

પણ રહી જાય 'હૂં કોણ્?'

હવે છુપાવવું નથી, ને

નથી રહેવું ચુપ હવે.

મને કહી દેવા દે ભવ્યતા,

ઓ દિવ્યતા

પરમ ને પ્રેમ છે આ,

કોઇ વ્હેમ નથી,

તારી રહેમ.

બસ આટ્લુંજ

Translation {thanks to google, even though its not perfect - i liked it}:

I say unto thee,

By saying I become silent

Surrey catch noiseless santima

And you hears me.


I gunthava mathum all words

Ye give me, and solved all guntha.


Tu kon? The question of what comes first

Even after they "do kon?


Now do not evade, the

Do not remain silent anymore.

I say let us give glory,

O Divine

Love is the ultimate,

No wham,

Thy mercies.


Just atlunja

Silent Day

[Note: It's hard to communicate yet can't stop the urge to write and share. May be its the way to fill in or give out. Many a point while writing, certain words and phrases been used to express and yet they fell short or used just for sake of communication. Specially those where differences are created between inside and outside, inward and outward or just layers of existence lived simultaneously. When one sees it, feels it and listens it than one will able to figure out them. Otherwise for our mind and in current state, understanding with differences, comparison is much easy. SO WHILE READING TRY TO BE SILENT AND READ THE SILENT SPACES BETWEEN EACH SENTENCE, WORDS AND LETTERS. Om Shanti.]

The Moment I opened my eyes in morning today, I felt some difference. What was it? I didn't knew at that time nor i know completely right now. It continued like that and till now it is. What I am writing here is just an attempt to feel it more, to feel it with more clarity.

Routine task happened with ease while mind was busy in some other thoughts and awareness that all of this is happening. As journey from home to office began, i felt like i left it. Every step taken found an opportunity to Remember and Offer. Specially those moment when unwanted thought had past or Senses brought in and created a ripple.

"Whose birthday is today?" A simple thought crossed the mind as it happens daily. And mostly when I reach railway platform to catch train. To wish friends and be part of new beginning. Answer of this question was surprising to me at first and later it meant a lot. "Can't recall whose birthday is today whom I have to wish. Facebook will tell that. But I feel like its your birthday today." Happy Birthday to Me. Wow! So early.

And train arrives too. On time. As i enter and get settled inside, mobile comes out and with that FB. 

Series of post from previous year to present. If i start giving account of each and every detail than I don't know how much time i need to spent behind that. So not going into details.

"All here is a mystery of contraries:
Darkness a magic of self-hidden Light,
Suffering some secret rapture's tragic mask
And death an instrument of perpetual life."
- Sri Aurobindo, savitri:600

And death an instrument of perpetual life....

I felt that too, a jump from birth to death. An emptiness felt inside heart. Reaction followed soon to remove emptiness. While searching for song, landed up on...

या निज़ामुद्दीन औलिया,

या निज़ामुद्दीन सलक़ा

क़दम बढ़ा ले

हदों को मिटा ले

आजा ख़ालीपन में, पी का घर तेरा

तेरे बिन ख़ाली, आजा, ख़ालीपन में

रंगरेज़ा...

कुन फ़याकुन, कुन फ़याकुन

फ़याकुन, फ़याकुन

Translation:

O Nizamuddin Auliya

O Nizamuddin Salqa

Take a step fro

Erase your limits

Come into the void, the house of your lover

It is empty without you, come into the void

O bestower of hue...

Kun fayakun, kun fayakun, fayakun, fayakun

Be! And it is

And it is

And it is

[song here: Kun Fayakun]

 Instead of filling something and removing emptiness. Song made more of void within. So Parampriya can come and Play. Track changes and here comes a bigger surprise.

Title: Surrender

 
I hear the silence calling me,
So softly calling me,
To what I have always been
I am burning and burning in your grace
I surrender to this mystery,
I awaken to the beauty.

Now its time to get down from the train and wait for another one towards destination. Silence going deep and calling. So softly that ___________. 

Yes, burning and burning but thy Grace is there. This Burning of Heart sounds sweets and feels more intense. No idea what is the yearning of heart. Good part is surrender of all plans and dreams and of past & future were done. Burning increased as those were the homages to fire, to The Lord. Mind remember this is not a sacrifice but a surrender. A surrender which has brought so much joy.

And on other side at few times when above things were going on, mind wanted to come out. Mind wanted to talk with people and continue discussion happen over yesterday and yesteryear.



Grace! Grace acted and flow continued, didn't allowed mind to do so. A long preparation still require to train and tame the mind. 

Many things than followed and still flowing. Don't feel like sharing them. In gist something which has come is very simple.

Remember and Offer. 

At the service of Parampriya....

Kadam badha le
Haddon ko mita le
Aaja khalipan mein pee ka ghar tera
Tere bin khali aaja khalipan mein
Tere bin khali aaja khalipan mein

Read more: http://www.lyricsmint.com/2011/09/kun-fayakun-lyrics-and-video-song.htmladam badha le
Haddon ko mita le
Aaja khalipan mein pee ka ghar tera
Tere bin khali aaja khalipan mein
Tere bin khali aaja khalipan mein

Read more: http://www.lyricsmint.com/2011/09/kun-fayakun-lyrics-and-video-song.html

Kadam badha le
Haddon ko mita le
Aaja khalipan mein pee ka ghar tera
Tere bin khali aaja khalipan mein
Tere bin khali aaja khalipan mein

Read more: http://www.lyricsmint.com/2011/09/kun-fayakun-lyrics-and-video-song.html

Kadam badha le
Haddon ko mita le
Aaja khalipan mein pee ka ghar tera
Tere bin khali aaja khalipan mein
Tere bin khali aaja khalipan mein

Read more: http://www.lyricsmint.com/2011/09/kun-fayakun-lyrics-and-video-song.html

Image Made And Given by Ego.

Image

Made

And

Given by

Ego.

Image Made And Given by Ego. Which was hold tight, loose and all in between.

Image Made And Given by Ego. Which was hold in front of light, Dark and all in between.

Image Made And Given by Ego. Which was hold close, far and all in between.

Image Made And Given by Ego. Which was hold on high, low and all in between.

Image which was taken as still absolute;

So I, the ego can go and get there.

So I, the ego can meet and make it perfect. 

So I, the ego can show and seat there.

Image, Is Moving Always Growing Evolving.

A message came.

Hard to take, In.

Hard to Make life with it.

Hard to Accept.

Hard to Give away

that build over time, by Ego.

Following message,

to Instil Moving Always Growing Evolving, IMAGE of I.

Impermanence, Impermanence, Impermanence, Impermanence !!!

Message

Again & again

Gives

Ear, enough of ease & hope to end rule of ego.

Its so verbal now I ask to make it visual. 

When that be done, realisation comes on.

Include the practice of observation,

Moment to moment

Alert and Awake

Give away judgement

Equanimously hold.

If its IMAGE, I in past or in future

as present doesn't have image.

Present where tribunal of

creation, sustenance and destruction meets.

Present, the one which is always in motion. 

How can Present hold IMAGE?

The Moment you capture the IMAGE of present moment it becomes the Past.
The Moment you want to capture as IMAGE in present are of Future.

Rather than capturing, move & flow from one to another.

one go IN

going in with practice, more & more inner and Inner Most

Lets you to Inner Most Abode

Key to Inner Most Abode's Gate?

Key to Inner Most Abode is Giving with Gratitude to the One

Seated on thrown of Inner Most Abode.

So much that Inner Most Abode Govern Ever.

Forever, Inner Most Abode Govern Every

aspects and being.

Still this is a new image I hold, upfront and back.

Guiding my path from Impermanence to Permanence.

Note:
In continuation of yesterday's blog 'IMAGE' some more words, some more connection and vocalization of deepest & highest aspiration done.

After writing yesterday's piece I was not feeling that completeness which normally follows. Rather there was more unrest and I knew something is still in process to emerge. It was during light conversation with new friend about the piece. Those meaning hit me, Yet that was not the time. Today after whole day, when I sat down with diary and started writing, something came. Working upon that, gate open and than there was a flow. with very less disturbance from within, out and without. Here is what came up.

Image

Image is a maze created by I,

To keep you amaze.

Real or Virtual, Small or Magnified

Its about selections, whether subject or object.

Let scientist debate on duality, 

whether its wave or particle.

Let mystics proclaim oneness.

yet,

What you and I will do?

Calculate or Create more,

Images of Self, World & all about,

Images of life, work & all about,

Images of Success, weakness & all about.

To pursue those images,

calculating, creating many more.

Whether its illusion, vision or just imagination.

Whether its color or in black & white,

All will have values attached, hanging on frame.

Proclaiming its worth, of past & future.

Lens of Present not, value guides & shape image.

Image some time a bubble,

came forth in some waves movement.

Image sometime a sculpture,

carved on stone with particle around.

Image to adore or pity, to love or hate,

speaking a volume from silent might.

Image is nothing but a maze created by I.

When learn putting I,

not in front but towards the end.

Image creation will be flowing, making magic.

Surrender to the hand of above,

from where way out of maze been seen,

Break the image of sides and sights,

as 

i m age

go and do it now

as i m age

will not wait by your side

but will have game i

 

Who arranged this journey?

Who arranged this journey?
Whether it was by this little i, which claims to be Big.
Or She who always remain present on side and back and everywhere.

At every step, I meet whom i suppose to meet.
However i didn't planned to meet them all.
Sharing took place, wishes shared and gave a push ahead.

At every step, work was there. Waiting, for offering hand.
Just need to go and do, play your part and move on.
Machine or Man put on work,
while a deeper talk with fellow beings goes on.

At every step you see.
someone holds you and takes you there.
Where you supposed to be.
someone holds you and makes you say.
What you supposed to share.

Now, when i seat and reflect.
I wonder and count blessings received.
I wish and pray for well being of all..
with peace, courage and love
let yearning of soul leads our journey on.

Background:

 

 

Another day

Another day passed by,
Grace was there, that's why!

Full of Action,
bit of Reaction.
On Beats of Time
On feast, when Inner shine.
It's fine to hold,
some tension inside;
That's what makes,
things combine.

 

My Thoughts comes from?

My thought comes from?

 

Fear or Love? [both comes in Red.]

Greed or Gratitude? [Again both comes in green.]

Expectation or Experience? 

[does blue match this words?]

Assumptions or Reality? 

[Both are so colourful, can't really justify with one colour.]

When I meet them

When I meet them,

I am like them.

Solid

When I speak to them,

I am like them.

Listner

When I lean to them,

I am like them.

Supporter

Who are they?

who am I?

Them I know, Wall.

whether Short or Tall,

office, house or Mall,

They are Wall.

 

Do I know,

Who am I?

I know when I see or believe.

I know when I feel or imagine.

I know when I do or draw.

I know when  ...

Do I know who is this I which knows?

 

I know when I see or believe. I know when I feel or imagine... - OMG! this phrase has stolen and broken my mind. 

What meaning to be taken out from this phrase? 

Whether it tells that I am aware when I sees, believes, feels and imagines. Or I come to know about something by seeing, doing, feeling, imagining.

But I know right now

what?

I don't know.

 

IDK

 

again back to zero,

travelling infinite hoops

crushing many hopes.

Nothing can be done,

what had to happen, has happen.

But can't stand back or quite or

show another loli-pop.

I need to Acknoweldge, IDK.

I need to Accept 

and I need to Learn.

To start again a loop.

and place a hope.

To Aspire earnestly, 

perspire stoically.

 

To break the wall which resist & divide,

and build a wall which reaches & unite.

There will be no tear shading, 

on death of wall

when all will be free

sometime those who help can kill too.

Its up to us, how long to take support,

 and when to break umbilical cord.

A time will come when 'I' will certainly know.

when to cut the cord with i, which claims to be I.

 

 

આ ખાલી દિવાલો

આ ખાલી દિવાલોને જોયા કરવાનું મને ગમે છે.

હું ચુપચાપ એની સામે ઉભો રહુ છું,

ને એ પણ ચુપચાપ મારી સામે ઉભો રહે છે.

આમ તો એક્જ  રંગ એનો ને મારો,

દેખાતા ધબ્બા, ઈ કોના દોષો?

એ દિવાલો પર આવેલી તિરાડોને જોવાનું મને ગમે છે.

કંઈ કેટલી આક્રુતિઓ, અવનવી ભાતો;

જેમાં હું એટ્લો ખોવાઈ જાવ છું કે

પોતાની અંદર બહાર પડેલી તિરાડોને

ભુલી જાવ છું.

ક્યારેક મને લાગ છે કે આ દિવાલો મને

કંઈક કહેવા ચાહે છે.

હું તેમને આલિંગન આપી, કાન ધરુ

તે પણ મને કાન આપે છે

એક સ્થિર થઈને મને સાંભળે છે.

જ્યારે હૂમ કાંઇ બોલતો પણ ન હોવ.

કારણ કે અહિંયા ઢોંગ કરવા માટે છે શું?

અને મને પીઠબળ આપનાર બીજુ છે કોઇ?

આ દિવાલ નથી, વ્હાલ છે

કદાચ તરુવર પાસેથી લીધેલું ઉધાર છે.

જે હોય તે

આ દિવાલોને જોયા કરવાનું મને ગમે છે.

વૈભવ, ૦૧-૧૧-૨૦૧૬

simply

Complex occupation of mind,
Obstacle on path of simplicity.
In this wonderfully crazy world,
Being simple is an art, a science.
Claim of mine on simplicity,
Has brought riots in life...
How can I than make such claims
which are surely going to fail
Lots of work is require for not building,
But for forgetting what all I know.
From where to begin is not remain a question now,
Simply go ahead and forget, destroy.

Simply, isn't it!

કવિનો વેશ સજાવું.

હું મારી જાતને સમજ્વાં,

ક્યારેક સમજાવવાં.

કવિનો વેશ સજાવું.

હું મારા અશ્રુને વહાવું,

હર્ષને વધાવું.

કવિનો વેશ સજાવું.

ભારેલા અગ્નિને શાતા આપવાં,

કે શાંત અગ્નિને પ્રગટાવવાં.

કવિનો વેશ સજાવું.

What consists a family?

Today my topic for writing is 'Impact of a Family'. Its a special request from a lovely sister. She says my sharing will be inspiring for all. I am not sure of that! What I am sure write now is I am writing something, as from within somewhere there is need. First of all, I want to write for y sister but more than that its about inner appeal. An idea which will not leave me till it will manifest in some form.

Every family, parents and environment has a great impact on persons life. There are millions of such story, happy ones and sad ones. Some stories are about hardship & struggle while other violence & abuse. Some might be inspiring and motivating while other funny & witty and still other romantic or morally uplifting. But, I am not going to share any of such stories or story to you today. Rather I have a question.

My question is simple and very basic of our topic.

What is a family? 

To put that in another way, 

What consists a family?

I think, second one makes more sense. As generally when someone ask us, 'who all are there in your family?' Our point of reference is second question. 

Dictionary has meanings, definitions for word 'family'.  Instead of asking it to Dictionary or Google, if we ask this to ourselves. What kind of responses will emerge? Isn't it be wonderful to define this word which we use casually and seriously at times. To define in a way that its acceptable to sentiment & logic. This might also give a nice observational ground to see our own relations, sentiments, thoughts & feelings at present moment and structural changes happened in past as well as our future aspiration.

From past 45 days or so, a day sister put a request. I went through above process. Now, without looking here & there [I haven't opened dictionary or google, yet!] let me define for myself.

'With whom I lives is a Family.'

 Family generally means relation, relationships. All this are relative and complex term. One thing is clear there is Individual (I) and its relations with other at levels of Physical [biological, geographical, institutional], Emotional, Mental and admixture of them. Also beyond level of Mind-Body complex, till realm of Spirits and Soul.

When we think or even feel of family, very first establishment of relation will be of our blood /biological relations [Mother, Father, Brothers & Sisters, Uncles & Aunts, Grandparents]. Further up relations with friends, neighbourhood, colony, village and so on. 

Now read the definition again, 'With whom I lives is a Family.'

So where I is located and how much it encompasses that much is our Family.

If I is located at only physical level; either of biological or geographical than our family will be consisting of blood relatives or neighbourhood.

If I is located and encompasses at emotional level than it most probably with friends, may be with animals and all those with whom we can share emotionally including physical ones mentioned above.

At mental level it can take any mode of going till national or international level or restricting just to oneself. 

All admixture of above is possible and there is no clear cut categorization. Its very fluid and dynamic too. As some time we strongly support our family based on physical and other moment we want to ignore & break or remove at emotional or mental level. 

There are very very few who are able to expand their horizon of I. For them whole world, all beings - animate & non-animate becomes part of family. I too aspire for such thing and believe world would be more peaceful and beautiful with that. 

Luckily born in joint family. That too in midst of a family kind of neighbourhood & relatives. Followed by living in an ashram, a family towards common goal. All this has somewhere shaped above view. Forever grateful of them; seers & saints who sees everyone as part of family and above all my Lord.

What's your family? 

Shall we rise 

and move from 

Animal to Man, 

Man to Human 

and 

Human to Divine.

Concluding note:

Extending above quote little further: When you will move above this transactions of love. You will be Love, All will be love, a family.

PS: In case, you have a some story of family/parent/environments impact/influence upon you. And you feel to share with all. please share it here: http://www.1001connections.com/ishare/

I write because....

Why do I write?

#Reason 1:

When I want to think loud. When I want clarity. I write.

#Reason 2:

Some part of me and few of my brothers & sisters believe that I should share my experiences and perspectives. Thus I write.

#Reason 3: 

 

#Reason 4:

 #Reason 5: 

I love this one. Truly, You learn as much and more than by reading.

#Reason 6:

#Reason 7:

 

 #Reason 8:

 

#Reason 9: 

 

#Reason 10:

In the Light of Lamp - 2.0

ઍક હતા જ્ઞાની. (પુરુષ કે સ્ત્રી? જે હોય તે, જ્ઞાની જ્ઞાની જ હોય. લિંગ,જાતી, ધર્મ, ભાષા, દેશ કોઈ ભેદ ન હોય.) આંખોમાં ચમક, મુખ પર સ્મિત, શાંત અન ચારેકોર પ્રસરતી ઍમની આભા. ઍક ઍક બૉલ પ્રકાશના પુંજ સમા. સર્વ દિશાઓને જાણે પ્રકાશીતના કરતા હોય. દર્શન માટે લોકોની લાંબી કતાર. હજારોની માત્રામાં ભીડ જામેલી હોય, ઉપદેશ સાંભળવા, બોધ વચનો ઝીલવા. કેટલાયની સમશ્યાના નિરાકરણના દાખલા. જ્ઞાની સર્વને જ્ઞાનનાં પ્રકાશમાં રહીને, જ્ઞાન માટે, જ્ઞાનનો પ્રકાશ પાથરતા. ઈ તો ત્યાં સુધિ કહેતા કે આવો તમારી અંદર પણ પ્રકાશનો દીપક પ્રગટાવ.

બહું થોડા જણ તૈયાર થતાં. તેમાંથી પણ ઍક્લ-દોકલ ઈ જ્યોત સુધી પહોચતા. પણ જ્યોતથી જ્યોત પ્રગટે તો ખરી નહીતો ભયોભયો; ને જો પ્રગટે તો પણ વધારે સમય ટકે નહીં. ક્યારેક ઘી કે તેલ ખૂપી જાય, ક્યારેક વાટ પુરી થઈ જાય તો ક્યારેક હવા ને પાણી નડે. અને ક્યારેક ઈ સળગવું, ઘસાવાવું ઘણું આક્રુ લાગે, બધે કાળાશ નજર આવે ને જ્યોત હોલવાઈ જાય. કોઇક મહાવીર નીકળે ને સૂર્ય સમાન થાય. ત્યારે જ્ઞાની ને જ્ઞાની મળે.
કિનારે બેસીને જે આ કાર્યક્રમ નિહાળી રહ્યાં હોય તે મનમાને મનમાં મલકાય. કોઈક ચતુર જોનરો અહોભાવથી જ્ઞાનીની સેવામાં ઈ સર્વ વિધી અને બાહ્ય વસ્તુની નોંધ રાખે, સુવિધા હોયતો recording પણ થાય. આ બધૂંજ જ્ઞાનીની જ્યોત પુરી થાય ત્યારે ખપમાં લાગે. દીવા નીચે અંધારુ આમ વર્ષોના વર્ષો ચાલ્યા કરે.

જો જ્યોતથી જ્યોત પ્રગટી હોત તો દુનિયા કેવી હોત?  દિવાળીના દિવસે બહુ વાતો કરી, આત્મ દીપો ભવ: ઍવી પોસ્ટ મોકલી. પણ શું આપણે ખરેખર તૈયાર છિયે? ક્યાં સુધી દીવાની નીચે ને પાછળ ઉભા રહી, પ્રકાશને જોયા કરશું ને અંધારામાં જ પડ્યા રહીશું?

બેસતું વર્ષ છે આજે. જો કોઈ સંકલ્પ લેવો હોય તો દીવો બનવાનો ને જ્યોત પ્રગટાવવાનો પણ લઈ શકાય.

સર્વ જ્ઞાનીને વંદન કરતાં આજના દિવસની, આ વર્ષની શરૂઆત કરિઍ.

Background:
Basic thought and question came yesterday while writing In the light of lamp -1.
Questions were like; Is there light or darkness, below the lamp [diya] and specially back side of lamp?
How much we are influenced by that light that we either don't dare to be, to spark our own light? Why we feel contended following and being below the lamp [staying in ignorance, darkness]? Can just by looking at flame and light, our delusion be removed? What happens when that lamp finishes work on earth, can another lamp be lit through that? They say you are a light, than why aren't we shining? and many such question. Whole night they crawled with me and made me bit crazy.

In writing too, we write under influence of a writer whom we have read more. There is no individual style but unconsciously we copy not only style but uses similar vocabulary. As deeper the study of that writer deeper the influence of it on us. Very few are able to come out and chart their own way. Still question remains same. Can one more lamp be lit from enlighten being.

Note: I wrote in Gujarati as question had came in Gujarati and following thoughts were also in Gujarati. It was hard to start thinking on same line and transit from one language to another. At the end selected easy non-resistant path, most comfortable. Thus written article in Gujarati.I hope from Background, you might get some hint of what I have written in Gujarati.

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(Message for the Durga Puja of 1957)

To express our gratitude to Sri Aurobindo we can do nothing better than to be a living demonstration of his teaching.

- The Mother

30 September 1957

In the Light of Lamp - 1

WHAT YOU THINK,

YOU BECOME.

Whether its been said by Buddha or Gandhiji. Quote contains profound truth. 

Today, in light of festival of Light I want to ask different questions. Towards end come back again to this quote and show away shadow caste by Lamp.

In which language do we think?

Do we think original or its just borrowed or shadowed words/thoughts/idea/information of others?

Can we think without words?

Can we go beyond thinking, in domain of ideas, intuitions? 

Before all this, main question Do we think? 

Too many questions and there are not straight forward answers. As thinking is something tiresome for majority of people. Thus we run life on auto-pilot mode, rather than thoughtful mode like Human. 

First question was asked to me, some 9-10 years ago. I was showing my report to college professor and asked for her help in improving writing. After going through report, correcting some error and suggesting minor changes. She Asked, 'Vaibhav in which language do you think?' I was confused over her question. So far, I had never observed the language in which I think. After few seconds I replied. 'Not in English'. 

That's where I was. Driven by general notion of improving writing - Read More, Listen More. To write more. I had started blog, reading and writing on & off. Still, improvement was meagre. Something was missing in pursuit of more reading & writing.

The basic problem never got addressed or done very subconsciously - habit of translating.

What's problem with translating? 

See, first of all our thoughts will be from a language, which we are not going to write. Than hard work put behind translating words of those thoughts into known words of language in which we are going to write. Isn't it. Than obviously there will be more structural changes of language. This bring first fault, secondly we will never use more words and appropriate words of written language. And thirdly we have to put more time and energy.

Solution:

Read little, mostly editorial piece of newspaper. Read something of your interest and now think on that issue or on what you read in same language as you have read. Try over and see.

This was one of the exercise given at that time. Quite interesting and it makes us observe our thought and becomes meditative too.

Some effort and practice leads to amazing result. It gives ease while writing and 

speaking too. Sometime it was super fluid, thinking changing from one language to another. 

Writing in a same language as of our thoughts and feelings [thoughts of senses and expression!] indeed is the way. Still in our country we are forcing our children to do something quite contrary. Hope lights spread and we be natural & authentic in our quest of knowledge.

A first step

When child first takes steps & walks. When child first time speaks a word and call someone. When Child writes first time on paper. All that been done for first and done by everyone of us. Isn't that moment had brought a Joy, smiling faces all around! Lots of applause and Glee Shouts. A Confirmation of success, which makes us proud. Our efforts finally yield some reason.

Even after crossing childhood, much becoming adult and senior citizens. Our first attempt on something brings smile on our face and love one's around. Sometime its quite embracing too but mostly its overwhelming. Those sweet memory of our first attempt. Whether that first time be driving your car or  first time you proposed to your love or creating your Facebook account [specially for old ones] or Learning how to use smart phone! We feel that we have accomplished very valuable task. Sometime a task which seemed like reaching at pick of Mt. Everest.  Today I want to share one such incident of my life. An event that occurred exactly 10 years ago.

It was 20/10/2006, As per Indian Calendar an auspicious days of choti diwali [more known as kali choudas, narak chaturdashi,etc.]

A day I started writing.

What? You didn't wrote before that. No, Not like that I didn't wrote anything. But they were just writing one does in school and college. Writing one does either impress someone or to score marks [for may good marks!]. To tell you one fact, I started writing bit late compare to my classmates. My Mother told me that, that she used to ask almost every day to my Jr.K.G. teacher, whether I began writing or not? Reply was mostly in negative till end of first term. somewhere in sixth month of schooling, I had begun writing in school. I can't recall what all efforts my mother and teacher put behind me to do that.

So I began writing late, so this writing late is not surprising for me. I started writing around age of 20. As told, its not about schooling or educational writing nor about writing letters for work purpose to concern authority figure. In my case its also not about writing poem in Gujarati.

This writing is about writing an article in English for upcoming e-magazine of our online community. Also where I had to first time, in real-life [not in exams hall or classroom] to translate few material from Gujarati into English.

Story behind the article.

A year 2006 was very special year for me, for many reason. Most important and Highest stand is that year 2006 marks as a year I came to know about Sri Aurobindo.

Thanks to Gujarati monthly magazine 'Yug Shakti Gayatri' by AWGP. Issue of August 2006 was a special issue for Youth. It contained articles to guide and motivate youth. There were three articles where either Sri Aurobindo were mentioned, I still remember and have kept the copy very safely. Those article gave some glimpse of his life, work as yogi & freedom fighter, his influence on Indian Patriot, specially likes of Subhash Chandra Bose. Instantly I started admiring him and made him one of my idol in life. I thought to gather some more information about Sri Aurobindo. I don't know why? but surprisingly I searched on orkut and not google at that time. I found few groups/community on it and joined two of them. One of them 'In Search of The Mother' had amazing activities and discussion going on around. Soon conversations between me and admin of the group, Unknown M began. It was during one of those conversation, I shared about those article I read in magazine. That is when Unknown M, asked me to send them. As conversation went on, proposal came to write an article for upcoming e-magazine of community.

That time, I was more of 'Yes, I will do it. I want to do. That's way I will serve and give something for e-magazine.' Next day, yes 20/10/2006, writing began. Lots of thinking went on. Helping at house chores on festival day is like must, thus less time to complete work. It somehow happened, took three days in total to complete. In fact some of the translation part, basic idea and framework were done while travelling in a BEST's bus. That bus ride was interesting as due to Eid on 20/10 and Diwali 21/10, traffic jam was huge. That's reason, I was able to write something, as bus wasn't moving much.
Article had many errors, few unsuccessful attempt for correction were done. I sent with note of request to check and edit mistakes.

Yet, group published the article almost as it is in e-magazine. [link] or blog post

That's how it began. Thanks a lot Unknown M [ and still I don't know who is Unknown M?]

All Gratitude at lotus feet of Divine. Who made all this happen.

I will continue more about this writing journey in next blog. [hopefully tomorrow. About important figure on this journey of writing.]

Just another observation, sparks curiosity

Today marks a day when old coins, special coins and other things are brought out from their confinement. Washed, worship and put back again till next day.
Unlike previous years, I wasn't much interested in this custom. May be from past many years I hadn't done it, I was tired at end of day by doing nothing! whatever!!

Still Around 10pm, I sat down finally with the container [which contains all those coins] and other material require to follow the ritual. Instead of following scripture, I followed the heart and tried to connect myself with the worship. More it turn out towards my connection and Prayer. Whole view and words were different. Actions were some what similar but intent, feelings were different. As process went on, something i saw.
 An observation done after so many years.. I had see those coins many time ago, off course during Dewali only.

What I observed created ripples of question. They were the ones who distracted me from continuing and completing the custom rituals. I tried and as I finished all duty. straight went to google, followed by wikipedia.. and few things I found, learnt were quite surprising and many of you might not know them. thus sharing them. One request, this is just an observation and some questions asked.. but see it from heart, as mind will try to link it with many things going around...

First thing I noticed was the coin of year 1919..King George V on obverse side. reverse side, denomination and year were printed in english and...
you see yourself..

Indian Rupee [1918]

Further down, I found coin little more older of 1913 and 1905

one is here for your observation: Indian rupee [1905]


Oldest among them was of east india company. something like this one: Indian rupee [1835]


So on all this you will see english as main language and other being urdu/arabic [not sure]

people knew denomination of coin by figure, shape & size..

In 1947 coin, there are three language in which denomination been mentioned - Hindi, English & Urdu

Also, found one coin which has four languages - apart from Hindi, Urdu & english, fourth one as per my guess might be nepali or bangali..

 Here is one from indian state of Baroda.. [source: wikipedia]



one of the interesting fact which I never heard from any old people is where all our currency were used.  South-east Asia is common, they all might be using same currency Ruppee...

from wiki page as it is..

International use
After the Partition of India, the Pakistani rupee came into existence, initially using Indian coins and Indian currency notes simply overstamped with "Pakistan". Previously the Indian rupee was an official currency of other countries, including Aden, Oman, Dubai, Kuwait, Bahrain, Qatar, the Trucial States, Kenya, Tanganyika, Uganda, the Seychelles and Mauritius.
The Indian government introduced the Gulf rupee – also known as the Persian Gulf rupee (XPGR) – as a replacement for the Indian rupee for circulation outside the country with the Reserve Bank of India (Amendment) Act of 1 May 1959. The creation of a separate currency was an attempt to reduce the strain on India's foreign reserves from gold smuggling. After India devalued the rupee on 6 June 1966, those countries still using it – Oman, Qatar, and the Trucial States (which became the United Arab Emirates in 1971) – replaced the Gulf rupee with their own currencies. Kuwait and Bahrain had already done so in 1961 and 1965, respectively.^[17]
The Bhutanese ngultrum is pegged at par with the Indian rupee; both currencies are accepted in Bhutan. The Nepalese rupee is pegged at ₹0.625; the Indian rupee is accepted in Nepal, except ₹500 and ₹1000 banknotes, which are not legal tender in Nepal and is banned by the Government of Nepal, though accepted by many retailers.^[18] On 29 January 2014, Zimbabwe added the Indian rupee as a legal tender to be used.



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In those mind, where questioned came after observing coins of 1918,1835. on use of language... last part International use might give some clue...


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I am back to my wonderland... investigating and just feeling studious of this online research [so called]. Indeed History gives many insight, only to go forward and not backward. Indeed whole hour became more interesting and finding, tinkering and observing. Yes coins can be observed from many point of view, but this time instead of weight, material, dates and other, notice went on language used on coin. Actually first thing I had observed was a Australian 2 dollar coin which has something in Braille [This is also guess.. not done worship of google.. To tell a fact, google tailors the search result.. my new school website temporary one is online since yesterday. You search with key words in google, you will not get it. put same keywords in yahoo, you will find it on first place!!! so that's where we are...]


 and those who want to see online coin museum and more detail please go here
https://www.rbi.org.in/currency/museum/c-ancient.html

and

those who love poems.. here is couplet coins.
https://www.rbi.org.in/currency/museum/c-others.html

and this virtual museum makes it more easy
http://coinindia.com/home.html

list can go on and many things are there...
I stop here, and you also might like to go and celebrate...


Have a great celebration time ahead...



Have a great celebration time ahead...