Vibration is another word for Existence.
According to some fundamental laws of Physics, for every strand of energy and matter there is vibration. Be it sound, be it light or be it atoms – a unique vibration defines them all. Assimilation of these uncountably infinite number of waves, sewn over billions of years of Space-Time, lays the fabric of our perceivable Universe.
As we all know, there are an infinite number of integers in the number system. But at the same time, there are again an infinite number of fractional numbers between any two consecutive integers. Similarly, in this seemingly infinite physical universe, all of us are entities who are themselves a well of infinite potential. As most of us tread in the shallow depths of our Being, hedges of confusion and ignorance have grown a layer and covers the entrance to the undiscovered depths, thus conveying a false perception of the actual reality.
As we dive deeper, piercing through the thick thorny layers of accumulated bramble, most of us yield to the bruises that the Journey impose on us in the attempt, while the persistent one carries on forward, challenging the limits of his endurance.
At the end of it all, one may expect Divine Bliss, a grand orchestra of heavenly music that fills up his mind, body and soul; but all he encounters is a sudden, utter Silence! An absolute Nothingness!
This is the Period of Silence.
All noise, all commotion dies at the doorstep of this stage. Like the sudden rain after a torrid and searing summer, like the sudden stop after hours of deafening rock music, this Nothingness gives a pleasant jolt, so soothing that it revitalizes your entire consciousness. You’re freed of all materialistic earthly thoughts and worries, all the strings are cut loose that attach you to the breeding ground of germs that eats your core every day, every moment. A peaceful calmness surges through your nerves. You levitate into the Stratosphere of your existence.
This period of silence purifies and nourishes you and for the first time you feel so full, yet to empty! All the heavy stones from your Being have been removed, and you float freely like a feather, effortlessly in all the dimensions.
Gradually, you start to discover happiness everywhere, in every thought in every pace you take! The same old things are perceived differently, you can see yourself playing your small part in the Grand Theatre of the Universe. You discover the String that binds them all, the subtle tunes of the Divine Flute that makes the world dance to its rhythm.
All struggle, all confusions, all doubts come to an end. Now you are able to fathom the Unity in all Diversity, and you find yourself sinking happily in the Sounds of Silence…
Finally, the Darkness gives way, you embrace the Dawn of the Divine in the horizons of your consciousness.
Epilogue:
Some billions of years ago, in the grand event of a beautiful Singularity, our universe was created, out of Nothing! Seemingly, it had defied all laws of Physics to be pregnant with what we are today. But on deeper analysis, it yields that all agents were there in the Nothingness itself! It just needed some Divine Calibration in the Universal Machinery to set off the Spark.
Every individual, every one of us has all the ingredients necessary to explode the Eternal Happiness that resides within. We just need to find the right calibration to initiate the Spark!
Saturday, May 15, 2010
In Search of The Divine : Isolation (Part 2)
If you take a lump of metal and perform numerous chemical reactions on it, the results would be similar to another metal that fits into the periodic table in a similar group. Only when you break down the lump to its atoms, that it shows the characteristics truly unique to that element.
The external manifestations of our daily activities reveal only a part of the mystery that lies deep inside, astounding and unimaginable.
Just like the lump, which we need to tear down to its atoms, to perform the analysis of the Self and reach the core of our Being, we need to shake off all the other super-incumbent forces, which tame our natural self in every way. Hence the need for Isolation.
Isolation does not mean to be lonely physically, and not even mentally! Isolation is the state in which you can differentiate the unique color of your paintbrush from the thousands of others’ in the canvas of your consciousness. By knowing your own color, your vision and judgment remains unblurred by the blotches of attachments, desires and emotions that cloud every sphere of your existence.
When in the calm of your mind, you blot the canvas with your inner wisdom, only your unique color remains.
All of a sudden a beautiful harmony and gorgeous pattern unveils itself amongst all the chaotic scribbles.
Now you are ready to decipher the code that would open the Pandora’s Box, lying Within!
The external manifestations of our daily activities reveal only a part of the mystery that lies deep inside, astounding and unimaginable.
Just like the lump, which we need to tear down to its atoms, to perform the analysis of the Self and reach the core of our Being, we need to shake off all the other super-incumbent forces, which tame our natural self in every way. Hence the need for Isolation.
Isolation does not mean to be lonely physically, and not even mentally! Isolation is the state in which you can differentiate the unique color of your paintbrush from the thousands of others’ in the canvas of your consciousness. By knowing your own color, your vision and judgment remains unblurred by the blotches of attachments, desires and emotions that cloud every sphere of your existence.
When in the calm of your mind, you blot the canvas with your inner wisdom, only your unique color remains.
All of a sudden a beautiful harmony and gorgeous pattern unveils itself amongst all the chaotic scribbles.
Now you are ready to decipher the code that would open the Pandora’s Box, lying Within!
In Search of The Divine (Part 1)
Essentially, there are two kinds of Beauty : One, that would make you jealous, that would arouse your desire to possess it, eat it, smell it, touch it - that would suffocate your sensuality and rationality until you can declare "It is mine!".
The other, will just make you admire its sheer Presence. It would flush all other thoughts off your mind and you would lose yourself in its aura.
No matter how objectively you try to assert that you only admire the red Ferrari, subtle or not, you will definitely have the strong desire to be behind its wheel and to be in control of that beautiful beast! But, stand in front of an ocean, or beneath a snow-white, seemingly topless mountain, and you would just keep gazing at it...
In the daily hustle and bustle of life, the inner calm always gets discomposed by the ripples and waves of restlessness. But, amidst the overwhelmingly Absolute, everything becomes perfectly serene and carries a subtle mesmerizing refreshing fragrance of peace and happiness.
This is when we are ready to perceive The Divine.
The other, will just make you admire its sheer Presence. It would flush all other thoughts off your mind and you would lose yourself in its aura.
No matter how objectively you try to assert that you only admire the red Ferrari, subtle or not, you will definitely have the strong desire to be behind its wheel and to be in control of that beautiful beast! But, stand in front of an ocean, or beneath a snow-white, seemingly topless mountain, and you would just keep gazing at it...
In the daily hustle and bustle of life, the inner calm always gets discomposed by the ripples and waves of restlessness. But, amidst the overwhelmingly Absolute, everything becomes perfectly serene and carries a subtle mesmerizing refreshing fragrance of peace and happiness.
This is when we are ready to perceive The Divine.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Parables of a Survivor in Chennai : Part 1
When the train (Satabdi Express) was reaching Chennai, the view of the city from our AC compartment was almost like Kolkata. In fact some of our friends were shouting "Dhakuria Bridge" , "Howrah" etc when very similar structures were noticed. However, when I came offboard from our comfortable AC capsule, the noise, the polluted air, the humidity ll struck me at once!
The company had arranged for a bus for more than 40 employees. But I think they forgot we were not individuals but accompanied by our luggages. And by luggages I mean the whole "family stores" that was accumulated in Mysore over a period of over 6 months. I was fortunate enough to retain more or less the same amount (a backpack, a huge suitcase & a sidebag) that I carried from kolkata. But people, especially girls brought as much as 9 huge bags for a single individual ! God bless them !
It was clearly deduced that in the bus there will be room for either us or our luggages. Both could not be carried at the same time ! So we started stashing the bags, and soon enough 3/4th of the bus got filled up ! However, in the meanwhile a Tamil guy called up the Infosys person responsible for this miscalculation, who ofcourse denied to accept the fault in his part and blamed on miscommunication. However, after an hour of waiting at the station, a similar bus came and we were on our way to Mahindra City, cutting through the heart of Chennai.
Chennai was just like any other metro city. Lots of buildings, people, banks, stores, road-side restaurants, narrow/wide streets. Even those Bengali friends in between started shouting "Dalhousie" when a very similar structure was seen. However there was no "Howrah Bridge" or "Hoogly Bridge" or even "Victoria" here !
It took almost 2 hours to reach Mahindra City. We were travelling in a National Highway very similar to the EM Bypass. There was huge green fields on both sides and scarcely populated areas. Even the "Dhapa" smell of perceived in some places in the journey. However, Mahindra City was completely different from the other parts. It is a well maintained sector, adorned by huge dazzling buildings, modern infrastructure and an international look. But after almost 7 hours of journey we were too tired to look around when we reached. All our bags were checked in the entrance of our hostels (Employee Care Centre). And atlast we got into our rooms, a double bed room (for the first time). However as usual, everything was fantastic in the hostels with everything you need, from instant tea/coffee to scribble-pads. I took a warm shower and turned on the AC and jumped on the cozy soft bed (that sinks 6 inches when you get into it) and went to sleep for the first time in Chennai.
The next morning was at 9am. Initially we went to take a look around the campus. But immediately we realised it was no more Mysore and our skin started responding adversely showing rep burning patches. So we left the plan for evening, had some breakfast and started looking for a flat. It is a long story in itself. We started to know Chennai, its cultural differences.
Coming Up :
1. Chennai in the first few days : The Cultural Adversity
2. The Horrible House Search : The Broker Theory
3. The Campus : Lighter & Darker Side
But you have to respond suitably to let me know that you're really reading everything, and then only I'll write more!
Love,
Vivek
The company had arranged for a bus for more than 40 employees. But I think they forgot we were not individuals but accompanied by our luggages. And by luggages I mean the whole "family stores" that was accumulated in Mysore over a period of over 6 months. I was fortunate enough to retain more or less the same amount (a backpack, a huge suitcase & a sidebag) that I carried from kolkata. But people, especially girls brought as much as 9 huge bags for a single individual ! God bless them !
It was clearly deduced that in the bus there will be room for either us or our luggages. Both could not be carried at the same time ! So we started stashing the bags, and soon enough 3/4th of the bus got filled up ! However, in the meanwhile a Tamil guy called up the Infosys person responsible for this miscalculation, who ofcourse denied to accept the fault in his part and blamed on miscommunication. However, after an hour of waiting at the station, a similar bus came and we were on our way to Mahindra City, cutting through the heart of Chennai.
Chennai was just like any other metro city. Lots of buildings, people, banks, stores, road-side restaurants, narrow/wide streets. Even those Bengali friends in between started shouting "Dalhousie" when a very similar structure was seen. However there was no "Howrah Bridge" or "Hoogly Bridge" or even "Victoria" here !
It took almost 2 hours to reach Mahindra City. We were travelling in a National Highway very similar to the EM Bypass. There was huge green fields on both sides and scarcely populated areas. Even the "Dhapa" smell of perceived in some places in the journey. However, Mahindra City was completely different from the other parts. It is a well maintained sector, adorned by huge dazzling buildings, modern infrastructure and an international look. But after almost 7 hours of journey we were too tired to look around when we reached. All our bags were checked in the entrance of our hostels (Employee Care Centre). And atlast we got into our rooms, a double bed room (for the first time). However as usual, everything was fantastic in the hostels with everything you need, from instant tea/coffee to scribble-pads. I took a warm shower and turned on the AC and jumped on the cozy soft bed (that sinks 6 inches when you get into it) and went to sleep for the first time in Chennai.
The next morning was at 9am. Initially we went to take a look around the campus. But immediately we realised it was no more Mysore and our skin started responding adversely showing rep burning patches. So we left the plan for evening, had some breakfast and started looking for a flat. It is a long story in itself. We started to know Chennai, its cultural differences.
Coming Up :
1. Chennai in the first few days : The Cultural Adversity
2. The Horrible House Search : The Broker Theory
3. The Campus : Lighter & Darker Side
But you have to respond suitably to let me know that you're really reading everything, and then only I'll write more!
Love,
Vivek
Monday, September 21, 2009
Parables of a Survivor in Chennai : Part 2
Chennai : The Cultural Adversity
Most of the Bengalis are a sort of gourmet. Naturally, people who are addicted to the 'Daal-Bhaat-Maacher-Jhol' diet, Chennai has been (and perhaps always be) a nightmare ! However, blessed are the people who get to live at least in the main Chennai City, where plenty of Bengali communities have grown up over the ages. Seems like we are the one chosen to go through the toughest tests a 'shanto-shisto-niriho' Bengali could have endured...
First let me give a view of where Mahindra CIty is. Let's visualise the Chennai Central railway station, almost adjacent to the beach (1 Km away). Now from Chennai Central you start going to the south west. After about 30Km (1 hr by bus/train) you reach a town called Tambaram. You continue in the same straight line, and after 6 Km you reach Urapakkam. It is also a developing town. Again after about 5 Km there is MM Nagar (a big south indian name). Next after 5 Km is Singaperuma-Kol. Then after 4 Km Mahindra City main gate. Next in 6 Km is Chengalpattu.
You must be feeling dizzy by now in the details. But know this : In the hottest period of the day, when the sun was dazzling directly above our blessed heads and evaporating the least amout of brain-matter we had, all of us had to visit all these god-forsaken places to just avoid shelling out Rs.1000 per day per person which the Office Guest House would be deducting directly from our salary in case we failed to check out on Friday. We desparately needed a place to put our bodies (especially the luggages) in the non-office hours !
People here understands only Tamil. We understand only 1 Tamil word : "Tamil-teriyaat". Ironically this means "I dont understand Tamil." !
If you try to speak Hindi, they'll frown and give you a dirty look. It is said that they think we 'foreigners' are taking away all the jobs of their people, we do not follow any religion, we dont have any culture, we are reckless, we are all ill-mannered, we are drunkards, we create hell in where we live. In few words we are the living examples they set to their next generation what not to be !
Hence there was no way of communication as English language was non-existent to them, Hindi they hated, Tamil we do not know, and seems like they've skillfully developed a different (Tamil version) of sign-language too ! Their "yes" means swaying heads to the sides, their "no" means swaying heads to the sides, but in a 15 degree angle ! We are engineers all right, but seems like they have a much evolved sense of measurement !
However, amidst our countless miseries we are blessed with a fellow Bengali who is the only one that can make out & speak Tamil Abhishek Palit (he had the great achievement of surviving 4 years in Chennai in his college days!!) While in Mysore campus, he was the underdog. Hardly few people knew about his existence. But here, he is the Local Hero, our Saviour Jesus Christ ! You could clearly make out a vast difference in his attitude, his body language, his linguistics and even his accent from the moment his importance was realised ! He knew he was The One, and he was obviously enjoying it !
Anyway, as I have no further intention to bore you with the finer details of our hundreds of hours of torture and miseries, I'm briefing the inferences from the many experiences that we had in our several road-adventures throughout the past 5 days :
1. Here the bus conductor does not come to ask for your ticket. You have to come to him and pay the respects. They have a fixed seat in the bus, even if some lady or kid sits in it, he makes a rough hand-gesture indicating to vacant his presiding throne !
2. The bus source-destination and even the demarcation of ladies/gents seats, all are written in the blessed Tamil Fonts. So after once we caught some very hor fiery Tamil words for sitting in a seat pre-sitted by a gentleman (which later turned out to be a ladies' seat), we preferred to stand in the bus-journey.
3. People here think we Infoscions get 50K-60K per month, as clearly mentioned later by our Bungalow-owner (later we tried our best to convinced her that accumulating five of us we really did get that amount, but individually maybe our boss's boss would fall short of the salary they conceive !).
4. Just opposite of what pre-conception we had, these people are very bad hosts (especially to 'foreigners' like us), are blessed with least grey-matter and more air in their huge craniums (in Vodaphone service centre, it took exactly 27 minutes and 4 different operators to make them understand that I do not know Tamil and I can understand only English or Hindi & I want to know my billing details).
5. Never travel in auto-rickshaws. There is no fixed rate. It will vary according to the financial impression you will give them in your self-presentation. And if you turn out to be a 'foreigner', voila ! Its Jackpot !
6. The weather now, almost 36 degrees, is very 'cool & comfortable'. They feel summer is very hot. Few friends have already got heat strokes in this 'comfortable' weather. Let's not even talk about summer in here. Personally I think, to avoid pre-matured death I'd be 'working' in the office for 24*7 in the whole summer. God bless the office ACs !
This is more than enough for you to digest and relish the visualisation of our existence in Chennai.
I will write more, but I demand a suitable response as your token of receipt and interest.
God has been very kind to you that you are far from this place.
Coming up :
1. The Horrible House Search
2. The Campus : Lighter & Darker Side
Regards
Vivek Panda
Most of the Bengalis are a sort of gourmet. Naturally, people who are addicted to the 'Daal-Bhaat-Maacher-Jhol' diet, Chennai has been (and perhaps always be) a nightmare ! However, blessed are the people who get to live at least in the main Chennai City, where plenty of Bengali communities have grown up over the ages. Seems like we are the one chosen to go through the toughest tests a 'shanto-shisto-niriho' Bengali could have endured...
First let me give a view of where Mahindra CIty is. Let's visualise the Chennai Central railway station, almost adjacent to the beach (1 Km away). Now from Chennai Central you start going to the south west. After about 30Km (1 hr by bus/train) you reach a town called Tambaram. You continue in the same straight line, and after 6 Km you reach Urapakkam. It is also a developing town. Again after about 5 Km there is MM Nagar (a big south indian name). Next after 5 Km is Singaperuma-Kol. Then after 4 Km Mahindra City main gate. Next in 6 Km is Chengalpattu.
You must be feeling dizzy by now in the details. But know this : In the hottest period of the day, when the sun was dazzling directly above our blessed heads and evaporating the least amout of brain-matter we had, all of us had to visit all these god-forsaken places to just avoid shelling out Rs.1000 per day per person which the Office Guest House would be deducting directly from our salary in case we failed to check out on Friday. We desparately needed a place to put our bodies (especially the luggages) in the non-office hours !
People here understands only Tamil. We understand only 1 Tamil word : "Tamil-teriyaat". Ironically this means "I dont understand Tamil." !
If you try to speak Hindi, they'll frown and give you a dirty look. It is said that they think we 'foreigners' are taking away all the jobs of their people, we do not follow any religion, we dont have any culture, we are reckless, we are all ill-mannered, we are drunkards, we create hell in where we live. In few words we are the living examples they set to their next generation what not to be !
Hence there was no way of communication as English language was non-existent to them, Hindi they hated, Tamil we do not know, and seems like they've skillfully developed a different (Tamil version) of sign-language too ! Their "yes" means swaying heads to the sides, their "no" means swaying heads to the sides, but in a 15 degree angle ! We are engineers all right, but seems like they have a much evolved sense of measurement !
However, amidst our countless miseries we are blessed with a fellow Bengali who is the only one that can make out & speak Tamil Abhishek Palit (he had the great achievement of surviving 4 years in Chennai in his college days!!) While in Mysore campus, he was the underdog. Hardly few people knew about his existence. But here, he is the Local Hero, our Saviour Jesus Christ ! You could clearly make out a vast difference in his attitude, his body language, his linguistics and even his accent from the moment his importance was realised ! He knew he was The One, and he was obviously enjoying it !
Anyway, as I have no further intention to bore you with the finer details of our hundreds of hours of torture and miseries, I'm briefing the inferences from the many experiences that we had in our several road-adventures throughout the past 5 days :
1. Here the bus conductor does not come to ask for your ticket. You have to come to him and pay the respects. They have a fixed seat in the bus, even if some lady or kid sits in it, he makes a rough hand-gesture indicating to vacant his presiding throne !
2. The bus source-destination and even the demarcation of ladies/gents seats, all are written in the blessed Tamil Fonts. So after once we caught some very hor fiery Tamil words for sitting in a seat pre-sitted by a gentleman (which later turned out to be a ladies' seat), we preferred to stand in the bus-journey.
3. People here think we Infoscions get 50K-60K per month, as clearly mentioned later by our Bungalow-owner (later we tried our best to convinced her that accumulating five of us we really did get that amount, but individually maybe our boss's boss would fall short of the salary they conceive !).
4. Just opposite of what pre-conception we had, these people are very bad hosts (especially to 'foreigners' like us), are blessed with least grey-matter and more air in their huge craniums (in Vodaphone service centre, it took exactly 27 minutes and 4 different operators to make them understand that I do not know Tamil and I can understand only English or Hindi & I want to know my billing details).
5. Never travel in auto-rickshaws. There is no fixed rate. It will vary according to the financial impression you will give them in your self-presentation. And if you turn out to be a 'foreigner', voila ! Its Jackpot !
6. The weather now, almost 36 degrees, is very 'cool & comfortable'. They feel summer is very hot. Few friends have already got heat strokes in this 'comfortable' weather. Let's not even talk about summer in here. Personally I think, to avoid pre-matured death I'd be 'working' in the office for 24*7 in the whole summer. God bless the office ACs !
This is more than enough for you to digest and relish the visualisation of our existence in Chennai.
I will write more, but I demand a suitable response as your token of receipt and interest.
God has been very kind to you that you are far from this place.
Coming up :
1. The Horrible House Search
2. The Campus : Lighter & Darker Side
Regards
Vivek Panda
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