Kaivalya

Notes from “Medieval Thought – The Western Intellectual Tradition from Antiquity to 13th Century” by Michael Harren. (MacMillan). Pages: 8-9 Plato’s philosophical background: I. 1) Pythagoras (530 BC): doctrine of the permanence of soul in terms of transmigration. 2) Universe reduced to mathematical formulae. (Pythagoras) 3) Timaeus: description of composition of bodies. II. 4) Earlier speculations on the nature of reality (Metaphysics) – problem of interpreting change. 5) Heraclitus (500 B.C.): i) Change was the natural condition of reality and had emphasized the relativity of things as we experience them. ii) Divergences were aspects of same reality & that accordingly reality was one. 6) Parmenides (475 B.C.)- founder of Eleatic School. To notice change and plurality was to be deceived by appearances; reality as perceived by reason was one- constant Being. Such a monolithic concept of Being forbade change. If a thing does not exist (was not al

yesterday, i realized what a sucking loser i am. yet again, that is. the beginning of the day was sort of good. i saw her after a long time, that too pretty closely. i was near the staircase, about to walk up to the food court and she was coming from the opposite direction from the ICICI ATM. she surely saw me and God knows what she thought. to give a little background, after having been unaffected with the opposite sex after my last crush about a couple of years ago, i started noticing this pretty face really after a long time. although there are too many chicks and babes who seek attention at my work place, this pretty face was way too different. at least that's what seemed to me. although i might have seen her many times before, i noticed her only after a long time. it was during the commuting in the local RTC buses, that I got my eye on her. since i am into poems, i wrote one for her. this became a personal favorite of mine and i showed it off to my friends. the feeling didn

With a greying beard upon Thy chin And a Holy cloth covering Thy brow Thou smile at me, when all my senses go; When my heart is weak and my skin is thin; Thou give me enduring strength against pain, Thou hold me up when I am feeling down- And when in my selfish desires I drown, And my own sins pour down as drops of rain Thou show me way to Thine Holy Kingdom Where Thy sweet children live in love and peace. Let me bow down my head and bend my knees And pray to Thee to take me to Thou home O! The Holy Saint of the Shirdi town Let exalted be forever Thy crown! P.Siddartha Dt: 29/08/05

At the dawn of a day so long, I sing for you a purple song; Wearing purple you come along, ‘Cos a purple world is where we belong. At the dawn of a day so long, I sing for you a purple song; Wearing purple you come along, Before this feeling grows more strong. At the dawn of a day so long, I sing for you a purple song; Wearing purple you come along, Do understand; don't get me wrong. P.Siddartha 17/08/05

The Seventeenth Star of the Eastern sky Shimmer brightly over the world so high Having sit on the deadly Scorpion Till the afternoon, since the early morn With Mitra, the friend, as your ruler Bestow upon me the worshipping power. Sometimes in light pink, sometimes in dark blue But more oft Purple as your true hue Twinkle forever and sprinkle below On my dry life, all colors in rainbow. Bring with your smile a shine every night Fill all my mind with your divine light. The Seventeenth Star of the Eastern sky!! O Seventeenth Star of the Eastern sky!!

When she makes me blush 'Is it love?' I ask myself And desire her touch.

Often I had chanced to ponder on And awe at the wondrous gracefulness With which she manages to climb in The brimming omnibus amidst human mess. Her name, I know not, but I can tell Her's is a beauty which many fancy. Though I'm unsure she bears which fragrant smell- Her cheerful face, even in my dreams, I see. Seldom she opened her little mouth To converse with a neighbor sitting next And spoke in sweetest dialect of the South, Her tongue now moving and now coming to rest. On some hard day, in the crowded bus With effort she strains her nimble feet Would she be angry? I start to guess.. Yet her smiling lips are just as sweet. P.Siddartha Dt:June 2005

I wonder, while the summer breeze Blows splendidly during the noon- Of when this life of mine shall soon By all its virtues come to cease. In forlorn nights of trembling cold When there's no moon to look upon I dream of stars beyond the sun Which glisten brighter than the gold. When 'tis time for the autumn rain That drops so hard causing this pang I think of all the bards who sang Of wealth and strife, of love and pain. I hear slow whispers around me "There is no devil to kill us And no desire to fulfill thus" I understand what I couldn't see. I wish to seek the Truth untold Unknown to many, and hence find The secrets lying in my mind- I shall then become strong and bold. P.Siddartha May 08, 2k5

Lest I mistake this summer rain As Thy blessing to heal my pain Lest I forget, my life of shame Whilst I still chant Thine Holy name Perchance I glance backward at moon, Hoping my dream will come true soon Lest I feel 'tis time to renounce And Thine own words lest I pronounce Do make me wise, let me be right Bless me follow the Divine Light. Before I lose this hazy game Before I burn in flames of blame Allow me chant Thine Holy name Thy name, sweet name, Thine Holy name. P.Siddartha April, 2005

Bear me your countenance And allow me a poet's stance So to sing before her castle Enamoring odes of romance. Longing was I for this fair chance To break this spell of evil trance On my tonsured vocal muscle And produce in blissful nuance A solemn tone reflecting penance I'd done, to be blessed with a glance Of her eyes on my life's puzzle, Unsolved by many and perchance She could, with her perseverance, End my miserable endurance Of this tough grueling battle; Bestow back my significance. P.Siddartha 17/04/05

Shall I bow at Thine holy feet Or gather the dust beneath them And rub my forehead till there’s heat To vaporize all evil from My mind of which, I was so proud; My thoughts of which, I seldom thought. Like Thunder strikes a moving cloud And kills all foes it ever fought, Strike me such as I never had No doubt on my ability To serve Thy kingdom as Thy bard. Bestow me with tranquility; Shower on me kind words of love, Let my honor exalted be. In Thy pure eyes allow me have A nobler place whence I can see Nature and seasons in full bloom The mighty sun; the placid moon; Make me blissful and leave no room To sorrow; hence I start to croon And hum Thy hymns which I invent, As on my art I contemplate Leaving no moment left unspent Caring no King however great; My youth I shall not let go waste By running after wine and wealth; I despise greed and give-up ha

‘Soul’ is consciousness. Soul is the vision in eyes, strength in muscle, intelligence in mind, feeling in heart and so on. Soul can be of a particle or wave or another intangible form. The basic nature of soul is curiosity- to learn, to know. If you feel conscious of something, then your soul is in action. An intangible form of soul is that which cannot be seen, only felt. Probably, it is a ‘force’ or ‘energy’, which is not tangible but still exists and is real. The soul feels the joys, pains, anger, compassion, love, hatred etc. The true sense beyond all physical senses is the soul. The temporary state of the soul is that what it behaves in the material world. The whole universe is built on the bonds that connect the individual souls. Thus, universe is a collective state of consciousness and a hence a collective soul. Humans lead their lives based on instincts and intelligence. This intelligence is the soul of the human mind. I get back to one of my favorite conclusions that ‘mind’ is

Notes on pain and pleasure…………………. Part A: Utilitarianism The principle of utility: In “Introduction to the Principles of Morals and Legislation”, Jeremy Bentham (Utilitarianism) included both the principles of human nature and a list of twenty-one offences “to which the condition of a husband stands exposed.” Explanation of Human Nature: “Nature has placed mankind under the governance of two sovereign masters, pain and pleasure. It is for them alone to point out what we ought to do, as well as to determine what we shall do. On the one hand the standard of right and wrong, on the other the chain of causes and effects, are fastened to their throne. They govern us in all we do, in all we say, in all we think: every effort we can make to throw off our subjection, will serve but to demonstrate and confirm it. In words a man may pretend to abjure their empire: but in reality he will remain subject to it all the while. The principle of utility recognizes this subjection, and assumes it for

Methinks, that bright blue star yonder in sky Twinkles forever smirking at my soul, The fiery black thunder when storm comes by, Frightens my mind for thoughts I never stole. The might of the mountains standing so high, Make me panic for my lack of hard goal. Perchance, the adept breezes willfully try To disclose my best kept corner-and-hole Causing apprehension as to imply And leaving nothing for me to console My despair'd heart, so inclined to cry, Desolate, desperate like a tadpole Wishing to become a lotus in pond Aloof and free from relation and bond. P.Siddartha Oct,2004.