best survives
so refine,
evolve,
purify,
innovate,
renovate,
be reborn,
afresh,
update,
up to date,
win,
stay,
endure,
ever,
expand.
rule
that is how god is and will be
he survives the best, in all situations
because he is the best
and above and many more are the qualities of god,
ways of god, how he is and continues to be
sahasra namavali, the principles of how god ensures himself noble
people are seeing
seeing thru,
not amused,
but musing
silent ,
but in side violent
freedom , dumbed, doomed
ready to explode, thod-phod
govt a goat, blunders
no wonders,
citizen storms, thunders
varsha imminent, lightenings, tempest
prospects of good harvest
prayers of citizens
god surely listens
people are watching the ways of govt, elected by the people,
behaving like inheritors of kingship,
in democracy -of/by/for --the people .
how can ---any one individual citizen however powerful ,
fight with govt---equipped with police/military
with gas/bullets/laathi
all meant for protection of the rights of individual
but turned against the individual ?
if king does not protect,
who will protect?
if king commits a crime ,
who will punish him?
should we call god from heaven?
or die in the battle to reach him in heaven?
should we read his stories in history?
and enmass repeat the same history?
when in the stream of consciousness,
one's all resources like vocabulary, quotes, anecdotes,
academic subjects, memories,
experiences, incidents,
what ever encountered,
big or small, valuable or insignificant,
all acquire a kind of fluidity,
leave their stickiness and hold on the mind,
and as one tries to express truths cognized
they all come handy and flow in creative beauty and order,
though no attempt/ struggle is made consciously
to conform to rhyme and meter, rules of grammar,
or nuances of literary flavors ,
like similes homilies etc.
i get just joy,
and i read myself and enjoy
o god
Your plenty Laughs and many smiles
are spreading to me, away many miles.
you are happiness
you ,the best way to my happiness.
A better tomorrow ?
It is coming today, now
my tomorrow is my today
since many a yesterday
Circumstances are momentary
may influence me at my periphery
i stay at my core, it's my territory
source of my poetry ,it's my repository
you are my words and my wordsworth
making me to play, me without any worth
your presence, o god
makes my life ever, shanth,
anand ananth
rishi vasanth,
we learn alphabet , words, phrases, sentences, idiom grammar, prose writing,
we jump we switch to poetry, meter rhyme rhythm
we fly we freelance humor sarcasm metaphor quote what not
we enter the free space silence
we enjoy the freedom,
we come back free
no more anything to restrict, just flow
the consciousness flows
we the straw, takes its own course losing itself
not to bother to run or walk or stay still, just enjoying , every moment every movement , in the way the flow happens, creativity unobstructed, finding its own ways newer, unseen unheard,
being sure that it is a pure flow, a flow of purity unsullied by any ills. and yes the stream is beautiful the flow is plentiful playful
The reader too flows, another straw, forgets himself in the flow , unmindful of hurts or flirts of the flow, sees the clarity the purity the uncontrolled nobility, the reader and writer at times unite at times separate all moving despite to the ultimate goal the ocean , the infinite ocean of consciousness, and get merged get submerged, get immersed get saturated with bliss the nectar divine, flowing from the sacred feet of divine and become one and nothing never to return
love is the relation we enjoy here.
my friend slaps me , pinches my cheek, but it is all the more sweet, we being in love
i want you to be rishi.
i wait, i watch
may be days, weeks, months,
or years, decades, births
choice is with you
time is precious
without the light of self realization
i can caution that blogging is bogging
Assumptions, compromise, defeatist attitude, is no good
arjun realize your tru stature
i am happy as i am ..... i am eternal being .... i am what i am --only assuming, no help, it puts you off for reaching the final destination
one becomes alpasanthoshi
with swalpa small little
there is great god to be really discovered to be owned
we belong to rishi samskriti, you have a gothra,
but we are lost so a lot is lost in life only the superficialities,
biyyamunu vadulukuni thavudu tho bathukuthunnamu
why, ?
read energizing vedantha of vivekananda,
set your understanding of life on a higher plane
arjun klaibyam maa
Most of the blogs indicate all surface details ,
very few know what is the deeper wealth
their no fault
they really do not know their lack,
nor know what more is really beyond the abcd
And it is so easy to get at it , thru right guidance
here our souls look other way, they like to be in the same groove life long, they put in lot of hard work but there is no forward movement like a bull, rotating in the ganuga, oil mill
Result is , the purpose of life is lost to sight.
words replace the real
what is chith, sath, ananda,-
--they never know except the meaning in the dictionary
which says maarjaalam==pilli
So books are increasing,
blogs are flooding what is the value addition
realized by self or readers?
it is nothing or meager
So think of reassessing priorities.
this is my friendly, loving advice
i assure that it is possible to deliver 100 times
more than the present level in quality and quantity
thru sadhana with guidance, by guru,
not thru million books
Ajamila is a figure from the Puranas. The story of Ajamila is taken from Bhagavata Purana Canto 6.[1]
Ajamila was raised according to the Vedic regulations. He was a perfectly trained Brahmin and had a chaste and beautiful wife.
But one day, while he was out in the fields collecting flowers for worshipping the Lord, he happened to see a drunken sudra and a prostitute engaged in sexual embrace. Ajamila became bewildered and attracted; his mind becoming more and more attached to the prostitute.
In Bhagavad-Gita
it is said that if one contemplates sense objects, he becomes attached to them.
Although Ajamila was a strict Brahmin he became helplessly entangled by seeing a man and woman engaged in sexual activity.
Consequently he took this prostitute into his home as a maidservant. Inevitably, he became so entangled that he abandoned his family, wife and children and went off with the prostitute. Due to his illicit connection with the prostitute, he lost all his good qualities. He became a thief, a liar, a drunkard, even a murderer. He completely forgot about his original training as a Brahmin, and his whole life was ruined.
Engaging in sinful activities, Ajamila fell down from his position, and he begot many children through the prostitute. Even towards the end of his life, around the age of eighty, he was still begetting children. It is explained that while he was dying, which is a very fearful time,
he began to call out to his pet child, whose name was Narayana.
Narayana is another name of God or
At that time, the Yamadutas, the messengers of death, were coming. They were tying up the subtle body of Ajamila and preparing to take him to be punished by Yamaraja, the lord of death.
At the same time, because he happened to be speaking the holy name of the Lord Narayana, the beautiful Visnudutas,
the messengers of
also arrived there.
They checked the activities of the Yamadutas, refusing to allow them to take Ajamila for punishment. The Yamadutas were bewildered. "Why are these effulgent and beautiful personalities checking our action? It's our duty to take sinful men to Yamaraja for punishment; then they are awarded another material body for the next life so that they can get the result of their sinful activity." There was a discussion between the Yamadutas and the Visnudutas. The conclusion was that although Ajamila was sinful throughout his life and gave up his religious life, his wife and children and begot children through a prostitute, he nevertheless was purified from all these sins because at the last moment he chanted the holy name of
