Bubble Game

 Namaste,
Month ago, as part of routine I was at hill top.
To meditate on rising sun and do some breathing exercises.
As sun gazing went on, few words like rays start falling down.
Diary got opened, pen cover removed and something flow out.
Today while typing them down, I found so many things went missing.
That flow was so fast, that many things were sensed and yet not written down.
It might be interesting to see, whether still this makes sense or not. Not trying or putting efforts behind correcting mistakes and filling up gap.

offering this poem to parampriya and dedicating this poem to student of AMVM, kechala, odisha.

Once upon a time,
There was world of Bubbles,
Big and small, shiny and vibrant,
layers of them, layer within layer.
Some perfectly round,
Some with unique shapes.
And a bubble maker,
busy in making more bubble,
unaware from where they came,
so fragile, shield view from base.
more and more bubble,
popping out other's bubble,
to secure space for own.
in an attempt to go up,
meet with many hardship,
yet, bubble maker
kept on making bubbles.

Bubbles got its own power,
some fused together and engulfed the bubble maker
yet, bubble maker busy in making more bubble.
small and big, shiny and vibrant
going up, going down, going all over
reflecting million colours
makers gaze full on those multiple hue,
stopped for a moment,
forever chased for that marvel,
movement lead to movement of bubble,
trolling kept on, keeping goal afar
capturing them momentary,
lead ecstasy to pain and grief.
In grief bubble maker
once again started making bubble
trolling, self.
running for dream, which
only brought pleasure and suffering together
confined and suffocated
inside the bubble chamber.
A golden cage, which
no one wished to broke.

Purpose of creator,
different from bubbles path
sent a light which wasn't shiny or captivating,
rather silent and calm.
It looked at complete picture in one sight.
From wisdom sent forth
an idea, all powerful and subtle.
Which tried to enter inside the bubble.
For most it never went in and
reached till bubble maker
creator, sustainer and destroyer
of bubbles, that's what it believed.
Wisdom, kind and caring,
patiently and persevering
waited for opportunity,
'popping of bubble'.
Seizing that broken bubble, entered within a bubble. travelling
layer after layer, in silent
small plausible steps
reached to bubble maker.
A message of wisdom,
which can transform light, bring enlightenment.
In its silent voice, it said
"seek within, find from where
this million beauty came
who brought Bliss in disguise.
Why suffer and soil?
Contemplate in silence
Supreme victory will be thine."

In collapses, construction
of thousand bubble
silent voice went away unheard.
But mark was made,
seed was sawn.

Unconscious of act,
In making of more bubble,
offered a water, air and light
to tiny seed, father of giant tree.
Soon a root sprouted out
A field which was so
far making bubble,
now slowly turning into fertile
difficulty unmountable,
soil spoiled of all chemicals,
sprouting seems as a miracle.
Root grew, took its firm grip
In search of finding more
water, light and air,
In deep need of new soil
silent voice became louder
not clear of this new entrant
bubble maker perplexed
contrary to desire,
few conscious, many unconscious
act lead to more light, air and water.
Till seed broke out of,
into a tiny plant, fragile
dancing in joy, who found companion for pursuit.
As in square world vision
fitting of bubble always left a lonely space
where time to time maker
went to fill gap
as usual by making bubble,
As usual making bubble, solution presented before.
unaware of consequences
rhythmic steps did its work
bursting of bubbles
when awareness dawn, feet stopped.
Joy of new companion
lost again in pleasure and pain.
breaking and making of bubble
once again, bubble maker
went to cherished job
bubbles come out, small & big
shiny & vibrant
only difference was new companion,
a plant used to form a desired shape.
About that plant complain none, knower of fate
and purpose watched, unfolding of scenes.
Plant grew, with its root
shattering solid, firm ground of bubble.
bursting big bubbles which came in between light and him.
bubble maker still caught in old habits,
with slight change of belief that
plant will help in capturing
dream, converting into reality.

It took time, for bubble maker
to realize, helping and caring of others
is something that also gives
a value and wine.
On day of realization, a plant
who became a tree now
most happy, whose years of toil bare some fruit.
en-thrust with new sensation,
in its all passion,
bubble maker, set to work
still unchanged Nature.
Out of custom, wanted to build a big bubble
for all, in which all come in
presenting this very thought to
a mix response aroused
most found, new scheme useless
few liked it, waited forever scheme to work
and decide later
very few came together to build a bubble,
which can encompass all.
early attempts failed,
people laughed, ridiculed by few.
determinant, caught in fire
of helping other, very very few remain
with the task

fully engrossed in work,
care not of own bubble & self.
Bubble maker and very very few friend,
labour day and night, to help needy.
created bubbles for those who can't.
destroying bubbles which seemed
evil, engulfing sensation. fought
very hard to protect other and
punish dark.
In midst of all activity,
bud of flower, came to companion tree
unnoticed it went from eye
whose sight was fixed in
uplift & making universal bubble.
flower came and so does other
creature flock around.
That is when, hearing chirps and myrrhs
attention went to them.
wondering how tree got more friends
and I remain alone.
hesitating, he asked.
tree shared wisdom, like a friend,
without pride.
newer dimension open in front of bubble maker
"Transforming oneself" and "blooming"
few words heard very clear and aloud.
In joy of new knowledge,
watching splendour of companion tree.
Once again bubble maker danced
on enchanting tune.
Piercing many bubbles.
Thinking of transforming many more.
and dreaming to transform bubble world.
bubbly idea arrived
with its own discipline and difficulties
working for transformation
not only outside, within too
new springs of forgiveness and love
grew, healing broken things
providing enthusiasm to endure
as sleep of millennium is not
easy to convert into blissful day

season passed, change come in its own time
which looked as eternity
taking infinitely small steps while heard a marching beat,
tides of light, new forms gushes out
reshaping few, destroying, creating
seeker now learnt various art,
observing oneself in reflection of time.
change was evident, yet partial
unsatisfied it seek for more.
soon time of answer, fruit came,
observing self and trees
ways revealed a deeper mystery
"seek not" "do thy work"
"rest in peace and bliss"
were few phrases heard.
In attempt to find meaning
on logic and data of past, dream of future.
present missed, with presence
compassionate companion
tree had to act.
It was a moment for great
opening. fruit fell down,
breaking into two. cutting the
obstacles and revealing the core.
A light shone, penetrating all.
before one understand, it again
hide beneath the seed
bewildered by sudden happenings
shocked. looked at companion tree
smiling it stood like majesty
bowing before tree, seed was planted near by, carefully
under observation remain for time
waiting for next revelation to come.

Joy doubled as series of plantation
took place
from death of bubble, to new life.
till a one perfect all
embracing is found
bubble maker, learning this new art
come out of bubble
layer by layer, ye watchful of
not bursting others and putting
them in pain. with careful hand
those who were ready, open planted
a seed, given by companion.
Task will be done in time of light.
As all is light made.
continuing unfinished task,
unaware of fateful day,
a promise from companion tree
bubble maker too grow tall, compassionate
not asked for fruit, took what just
needed. life became harmonious
flow, river rolling to meet sea.

only time will say
what fruit those seed bare and
whether world will change?
not remain a question, any more
everything will blossom
as an offering

foaming splashing, blowing
ways of making bubbles
will be considered childish act.
sooner or later, child will grow
into a being of youth
carrying out new job in tune
with nature
not making bubble any longer
It will just be and build
a world of beauty.

- vaibhav pandya
19-02-2016, on mountain top of kechala, koraput, odisha.

what is home?

A conversation on whatsapp.
Something makes sense and some not.

here is a glimpse

[14/03 8:13 pm] P: What's home for you?
[14/03 8:14 pm] jiyomaitry: what you mean by home here?
[14/03 8:15 pm] jiyomaitry: asked this question, so i can justify the answer and don't give any thing.
[14/03 8:16 pm] P: Naadan parinde "ghar" aaja... (Naadan parinde) "Mora piya ghar aaya" (araziyan)
[14/03 8:16 pm] P: If u heard the song
[14/03 8:18 pm] jiyomaitry: yes
[14/03 8:18 pm] jiyomaitry: at different places it takes different connotation
[14/03 8:19 pm] jiyomaitry: tell me what u mean by ghar
[14/03 8:20 pm] jiyomaitry: right now, what comes to me tells its just an expression of being somewhere which naturally belongs to you. whether its a place in physical plane or till spirit.
[14/03 8:20 pm] P: I don't know is ghar for me
[14/03 8:21 pm] jiyomaitry: do you want to define and create a picture of it.
[14/03 8:25 pm] jiyomaitry: I would rather love to break this notion of home. which separates. whether its man with man/animal/nature or inner/outer life, matter with spirit.
[14/03 8:27 pm] jiyomaitry: whom i can call home, when i look for no separation
[14/03 8:30 pm] jiyomaitry: isn't home always a place where you feel free and safe? this notion comes with deeper sense of bondage and fear. and whole will be transformed when home will be made from free, love and not fear or bondage.
[14/03 8:33 pm] jiyomaitry: if you don't mind can I put parts of our conversation on my blog.
[14/03 8:35 pm] jiyomaitry: disclaimer: all this sounds great and cool. But at higher domain, it has to come to every cell of body. As of now I can't imagine living without that comfort and closeness which home provides, whether its my parents, friends, community or school.
[14/03 8:41 pm] P: Home can also be a place of return... From where u have come
[14/03 8:41 pm] P: Isn't it?
[14/03 8:41 pm] P: Yes sure put them
[14/03 8:42 pm] jiyomaitry: if we feel and think, we have come from somewhere.. but all is here and there is no where, than what? is there really a difference.
[14/03 8:44 pm] P: I don't see any point intellectually expressing... Don't take me wrong but I feel very strong... This body is not my home
[14/03 8:44 pm] jiyomaitry: yes, at initial stage this duality lead us to that union. ones oneness is found, established and lived on, no difference remain. All becomes home.
[14/03 8:44 pm] P: N I don't understand heart so well
[14/03 8:44 pm] P: Like u spoke of the coin...
[14/03 8:45 pm] P: Duality is always..n still its one
[14/03 8:45 pm] P: That's the whole point
[14/03 8:45 pm] jiyomaitry: you are very well right. you have to go on.
[14/03 8:46 pm] jiyomaitry: untill you don't leave this base, you can't fly high and rich summit, but ones found, you will find not to shun or reject what you don't feel home.
[14/03 8:47 pm] jiyomaitry: I pray you move on and find natural dwelling place of your spirit. for physical it has its home, so  true for thoughts, emotions and spirit. where they are pure. for your spirit, naturally body is not a home. but it stays in it.
[14/03 8:48 pm] jiyomaitry: what i expressed out, is somewhere happens down the line.
[14/03 8:48 pm] jiyomaitry: or not down the line , rather in upward spiral ascension.

Pilgrimage

Schools in India are called 'Vidhyalaya',

means temple of knowledge,

where one search for the Truth.

I am on pilgrimage to schools,

traveling to meet child god of school

and priest, devotee gathering around.

Not just to observe, to seat on back benches

but to participate and share the delight of learning

I am on pilgrimage to school.

Crossing plains,mountain, river and inhibition

of all image and concept of minds, while

I am on pilgrimage to school.

There are many questions in mind,

many desires in heart, I forget all

when child god play, share & learn alongside.

I am not looking for facts or answers,

just want to feel Lord's Presence, when

I am on pilgrimage to school.

would you like to be part of my pilgrimage,

to wish and make our school,

dwelling place of living God.

Would you give some space & time in your temple,

to pray, worship and do service,

to gods and goddesses of your temple.

 

 

Dear friends,

On 8,January 2016 I went to puducherry for celebrating and getting guidance on my 30th birthday. 

While leaving home, there was a thought to travel across India for whole year were also there.

Few incidents and experience made that thought into a force. A movement begin and things got arranged and still getting arranged.

Its now, when I have taken a pause from the traveling, yet journey is going on. Following days, I will try to put forth my observations, experiences and questions which arose in my first phase of journey, a pilgrimage. However, Everything didn't started with same intention and zeal. Nor this words were there, few things shaped them into current form and with some certitude, I know they are shaping and will shape future course too. 

 

First I went to my own Master's place, puducherry. As per Indian tradition of Guru Grahya siksha [learning at Master's place]. From there I visited Hyderabad in transit towards my main destination kechla,koraput, odisha. Where I had offered to give service for two month in school specially made for tribal children of that place. Transitory visit to Hyderabad, sawed some seeds for infinite vision, which took its root and came out as plant in Odisha. Many things, ideas came down and few things started moving, in return journey. I visited Hyderabad again and got chance to be with kids at two different, unique schools in Hyderabad. 

 

Pune, my next halt before reaching home was full of surprises. Where I got chance to reflect, read and experience as well meet wonderful people. There too, for a short while visited a school. Towards end of my visit, I thought to quit this journey and give up this stupidity. 

 

I returned back and meet few other people on consecutive days, travel around mumbai. This encounter, made me realized that it's not a time and place to put full stop on this pilgrimage. Rather it is an comma, to pause, reflect, share, learn and gather more for future journey. 

 

Before I begin to write down anything further, I thank with folded hand, a humble gratitude to all hands who supported and who didn't, to all whom i know and i don't know, those whose hands were visible and not visible. Thank you so much. Also to all the places, where I had been and about them I might write. I put forth my apologies in advance, if by any means i hurt or say something in this mode. Intention of this writing is just to share and put forth some questions, pertaining to education. With the hope that this question, helps us to formulate as well as lead us to deeper answer and solving them from the root. Also doing so may enable us to carry on our journey towards ultimate goal.

 

All are welcome to take this pilgrimage and if any one has any questions feel free to ask, as and when they arise. Also if any one has anything to share or have some solutions & answers of question, please share. I will try to give them space here. 

 

Thanking you all. With love,

 

Eti Shubham

 

Vaibhav