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| Evolution of Love Part 2 |
| 1. If you take an Oriental person and spin him around several times, does he become disoriented? 2. If people from Poland are called Poles, why aren't people from Holland called Holes? 3. Do infants enjoy infancy as much as adults enjoy adultery? 4. If a pig loses its voice, is it disgruntled? 5. If love is blind, why is lingerie so popular? 6. Why is the man who invests all your money called a broker? 7. When cheese gets its picture taken, what does it say? 8. Why is a person who plays the piano called a pianist but a person who drives a racing car not called a racist? 9. Why are a wise man and a wise guy opposites? 10. Why do overlook and oversee mean opposite things? 11. Why isn't the number 11 pronounced onety one? 12. "I am" is reportedly the shortest sentence in the English language. Could it be that "I do" is the longest sentence? 13. If lawyers are disbarred and clergymen defrocked, doesn't it follow that electricians can be delighted, musicians denoted, cowboys deranged, models deposed, dog trainers debarked, and dry cleaners depressed? 14. What hair color do they put on the driver's licenses of bald men? 15.Why do they put pictures of criminals up in the Post Office? What are we supposed to do, write to them? Why don't they just put their pictures on the postage stamps so the postmen can look for them while they deliver the mail? 16.You never really learn to swear until you learn to drive. 17.No one ever says, "It's only a game" when their team is winning. 18.Ever wonder about those people who spend £2.00 apiece on those little bottles of Evian water? Try spelling Evian backwards: NAIVE 19.Isn't making a smoking section in a restaurant like making a peeing section in a swimming pool? 20.If 4 out of 5 people SUFFER from diarrhoea, does that mean that one enjoys it? |
| It was a summer evening in the month of Vaisakha of the year 1946, when I had the chance of seeing Mother Anandamayi for the first time. The occasion was her fiftieth birthday. The celebration was taking place in my locality at Ballygunge, Calcutta. I got an invitation letter and I at once thought of taking the opportunity of seeing Mother about whom I had heard for a long time. I went and found a very large crowd of men, women and children, not only inside the Ashram where Mother was putting up, but also in the street in front, making it almost impossible for anybody to push through. In any case, it was hopeless for me and I decided to go back, when fortunately a friend of mine, a senior advocate of the Calcutta Bar, accosted me and I told him why I had come there. He said that Mother had gone out for an evening drive in the car of a devotee and would be returning soon. Both of us were standing in the street and my friend requested me to wait. I did so and looked at the crowd waiting in eager suspense for the return of the Mother. Within a few minutes the car came. In the meantime I was wondering what the Mother looked like. I imagined an austere old woman with long matted hair or perhaps with a head clean shaven a samnyasini in 'gairik' dress. I also wondered as to why such a large crowd of different ages had collected. What did they find in Her? The car came and I was practically pushed near the door of the car by my friend who was a man of influence there. The door opened and to my utter surprise, instead of a rigid samnyasini of the usual type, a very soft and sweet personality in the form of an extraordinarily handsome woman alighted from the car. She was dressed in a clean white dhoti and a silk chadder was wrapped round Her body. I bowed as many others did from different directions. I was introduced by my friend who was well known to Her. She seemed to take no notice of me. I looked at Her face and saw a peculiarly distant look in a beautiful pair of dreamy eyes, the like of which I had never seen before. The face and in fact the whole personality was radiating, as it were, with a singular and distinctive glow which it is impossible to describe in words. I was deeply charmed. I realized at once what the people were mad for. My idea was just to see Her once and perhaps, to talk with Her for a few minutes and finish with it. But after I had seen Her, my attitude changed and during Her short stay in Calcutta for the occasion I went every day, and more often, twice daily, just to have a look at Her from a distance and to hear Her talk if possible. I heard Her replies to questions put to Her by different members of the crowd. I have heard learned scholars and philosophers asking intricate questions on religion and philosophy as also boys and girls in their teens asking simple unsophisticated questions. She answers them all and sometimes bursts out into laughter. Apart from what She says which, as I have been told by experts, reveals the highest philosophical truth in its simplest form though She has never received any education in the ordinary sense of the term, the way She talks fascinates all, and the ring of Her laughter one is bound to bear in mind long after it is heard no more. During the period I have known Her, I had the good fortune of coming in close contact with Her on more than one occasion. I have seen, not only in Bengal but all over the northern India, a large number of people of either sex, of different ages, belonging to various strata of society collecting around Her wherever She happens to be, looking at Her for hours and hours in a spirit of deep reverence and, almost without exception, unwilling to move away so long as She can be seen even from a distance. I have seen many young boys and girls, coming in contact with Mother only for a short while, weeping bitterly at the mere idea of separation. I have seen how She looks at them and how She smiles. I remember an occasion when a young girl of the Matriculation Class, who had been with Mother only for four or five days, started weeping in the evening merely at the prospect of leaving Mother the next day, though she was going back to her own mother and family. What is the secret of this mysterious attraction? I once asked Mother the question straight. She laughed and said: "I am the nearest and dearest to you all though you may not know it." I heard later from a very reliable source that Mahatma Gandhi, on an occasion when Mother was with him, asked Her a question, more or less on the same line to find out the mystery behind it. I am told by one who knows that the late Sm. Kamala Nehru was a great devotee of Mother. She was always looking for an opportunity to come in close contact with Mother and often took Mother away from the crowd in her car to some solitary place so that she might feel the proximity of Mother's presence all by herself in silence. And on such occasions she often went into a sort of trance and remained like that for a pretty long time. I have been further informed that she wrote a letter to a friend in which she stated that she realized Sri Krishna, her God, in the personality of Mother. Not only Indians, but I have seen many foreigners too, deeply attracted towards Mother. I shall only cite two or three instances. A young lady from Austria has given up practically everything of her life to be in Mother's company and she is now living the life of Indian Brahmacharini under Mother's care. A doctor from France who, I am told, had a very large practice at Marsailles and who came to India as he became interested in Buddhism and wanted to know more about it, came in contact with Mother and was so deeply touched that he surrendered completely to Mother and is now leading the life of an Indian sadhu under Mother's direction. I have seen him standing for hours with folded hands looking intently and with deep reverence at Mother even though it may be from a great distance, whenever he gets a chance. The case of a young American engineer is very interesting indeed. He is the only son of his parents and while doing higher studies in Radio Engineering he came in contact with an Indian sadhu who was on a lecture tour in U.S.A. and as such became interested in the spiritual culture of India. He decided to come to India and according to the direction of Mahasiddha Sachchidananda wrote a letter to one of the lady devotees of Maharshi Raman at Maharshi's Ashram. He booked his passage and started before he got any reply to his letter. He told me that while the ship in which he was sailing was still at sea nearing Bombay, he became very nervous because he had not the slightest idea of where he was going as he hardly knew anything of India or anybody here. Standing on the deck and looking at the sea he was in deep thought when suddenly the image of the face of a woman with long hair and closed eyes appeared before him under the sky. "I was not in a trance or anything of the sort, you know", he said to me: "I was wide awake and fully conscious." However, he came to Bombay and there got the letter from Maharshi Raman's Ashram. In that letter he was directed to go to Benares to Mother Anandamayi. "I had never even heard the name of Mother Anandamayi before that", he said. He went to Benares and saw Mother there and at once recognized the face he had seen. "I want to be with you always", he implored. "Will you be able to do whatever you are asked to do?" was Mother's question. He said: "yes" and he told me later: "I said so before I knew what I was saying as it came from within." That is what I have seen of Mother Anandamayi. What She is I do not know. What She represents I have not realized. Swami Vivekananda said: 'There is another set of teachers, Christs of the world. They are the Teachers of all teachers, God Himself coming in the form of man. They can transmit spirituality with a touch, with a wish, which in one second make saints of the lowest." Does Mother belong to that category? To me She is Divine as She suggests something eternal, something which inspires in us a sense of the Unknown, which is Beauty, which is Purity, which is Love. An all embracing and unchanging kindness of a mystic character seems to radiate from Her personality and everybody in Her company is fascinated by a peculiar sense of joy which is not to be had in the ordinary pursuits of our mundane life. That is perhaps the reason why She is looked upon by about seven lakhs of devotees all over India as the Incarnation of the Great Power which is nursing and sustaining the entire creation the Divine Mother. |
| I am an appendage Pinned to feverish hearts And timorous souls I am not inevitable Like the raindrop to the ground More like the cloud That looks to realize In rain I could be the glimmer of promise Equally, the flicker of torment The prefix to a dream But not the suffix To happiness I am the hinge that life swivels on It's just that An open door to one Is a closed door to another I am hope. Or maybe I am just the tipple That tickles this woman's soul |
| LIFE - REMEMBER A FEW BASICS..... 1. " Those who Wish to Sing, ALWAYS Find a Song...." 2. " We either make Ourselves miserable or We Make Ourselves STRONG. The amount of work is the SAME....." 3. " Once you Choose HOPE, ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE....." 4. " When there is No enemy WITHIN, the enemies Outside CANNOT hurt you...." 5. " ACCEPT Responsibility for Your Life. Know that IT IS YOU who WILL GET YOU where you WANT TO GO, NO ONE ELSE...." 6. " I DON'T Regret the things I’ve DONE, I REGRET the things I Didn’t Do when I HAD THE CHANCE....." 7. " It is Hard to Wait Around for Something you know Might NEVER HAPPEN; But IT IS HARDER to Give Up When You Know IT IS EVERYTHING YOU WANT......." AND REMEMBER..... " LIFE is like Photography. You NEED the Negatives to DEVELOP....." |
| "Immobility and silence are not inactive. The flower fills the space with perfume, the candle - with light. They do nothing yet they change everything by their mere presence. You can photograph the candle, but not its light. You can know the man, his name and appearance, but not his influence. His very presence is action." Nisargadatta, I Am That, Chapter 72 Ramana’s first Western devotee was F. H. Humphrys. He came to India in 1911 to take up a post in the Police service at Vellore. Given to the practice of occultism, he was in search of a Mahatma. His Telugu tutor introduced him to Ganapati Sastri, and Sastri took him to Ramana. The Englishman was greatly impressed. Writing about his first visit to the sage in the International Psychic Gazette, he said: "The Sastriar told me to look the Maharshi in the eyes, and not to turn my gaze. For half an hour I looked Him in the eyes, which never changed their expression of deep contemplation… I could only feel His body was not the man; it was the instrument of God, merely a sitting motionless corpse from which God was radiating terrifically. My own sensations were indescribable… He is a man beyond description in His expression of dignity, gentleness, self-control, and calm strength of conviction." Humphreys’ ideas of spirituality changed for the better as a result of his contact with Ramana. He repeated his visits to the sage and recorded his impressions in his letters to a friend in England that were published in the Gazette mentioned above. In one of them he wrote, “You can imagine nothing more beautiful than his smile.” And again, “It is strange what a change it makes in one to have been in his presence!” [http://www.sriramanamaharshi.org/ramana-maharshi/reminiscences/] Krishnamurti - The Reluctant Messiah, Chapter 6: After a delicious vegetarian dinner that evening, we went into the kitchen to help wash and dry the dishes, a chore that Krishnaji had imposed on himself to help the aging cook. Then we moved into the wood-paneled living room, where Krishnaji built a fire in the fireplace. Both of us sat on a couch, watching the fire without making a single comment. There is something wonderfully relaxing about dancing flames and crackling wood in a fireplace. Tonight, however, the psychic atmosphere in that charming old California bungalow, given to him by a friend, was not conducive to relaxation. The feeling was more like that generated by a giant dynamo. There was a powerful force concentrated there; it was almost physically palpable. It didn’t surprise me, though, for many times before I had felt it in Krishnaji’s presence, although never with such intensity. Krishnaji was one of those rare persons who could be perfectly relaxed in the company of another while completely silent, and I had visions of spending the whole evening with him just watching the fire wordlessly. I kept thinking about a remark he had once made to me, that he was like a deep well, out of which each person took as much of the quenching spiritual waters as he was capable of drinking. Unfortunately, the highly charged atmosphere tonight had a curious effect on me. Instead of sharpening my sensitivity, it dulled it. Perhaps I had eaten too much. Whatever the cause, my usually meager capacity to drink from the Well of Wisdom had diminished alarmingly. I simply wasn’t able to frame any kind of question appropriate to the occasion. At length, Krishnaji got up to stoke the fire. He turned and faced me, straight and austere, regal in appearance, a prince in faded Levi’s and worn cotton shirt, his expressive black eyes alight with a great fire. All at once, the veil of unawareness that had obscured my perceptions vanished. I felt entirely vulnerable. “What do you want out of life, Sidney?” “I’m not sure, Krishnaji. I thought I knew in Eerde, when I walked under the tall trees with you. I felt sure then that I could face any situation in life with serenity, confidence. I felt I would never lose that inspiration. Today, after battling with lawyers, bill collectors, and sitting for weeks in the witness chair in Superior Court, I feel like a truck had run over me.” “Forget about Eerde, what you felt and thought and did there. When you divide life between the beautiful woods of Eerde and the ugly business world of Los Angeles, you create a hopeless conflict. You long for a memory and fight the reality of your life now.” “You’re telling me to fully accept my present situation, without complaining.” “No, to accept is an attitude of the mind. To understand is to see, to perceive at the deepest level, and be free.” “I understand and perceive this, Krishnaji. That I am unhappy, in pain, frustrated. A life without conflict, such as you talk about, seems to me, at this point in my life, totally out of reach.” “It’s really easy,” he said casually. “But you complicate things. You don’t let Life paint the picture. You insist on doing it your own way.” “You’re a spiritual genius, Krishnaji. Most of us don’t have any particular talent in that respect.” “No, no,” he protested. “That’s just an excuse for not facing yourself. The very fact that you are here with me now shows you have the potential.” “I thought I did a while back,” I said, thinking of the great joyous laughter I had experienced. “It’s gone now. That’s the sad part of all this. You have moments when you think you’ve made a breakthrough, then the next day you’re in the soup again. Men like Walt Whitman and Edward Carpenter spoke about moments of great illumination, but they lost it, all but the memory of it.” “They tried to hang on to it,” said Krishnaji, as if he were well acquainted with the lives of these great mystics. “They didn’t let it come to them.” “Are you in constant touch with the reality you call Liberation?” “There’s no separation,” he said. Then, after a moment: “I am an example. I have cleaned the slate. Life paints the picture.” There was a long silence. The fire crackled in the fireplace; the wind whistled in the orange grove. Then Krishnaji spoke about a subject we had often discussed before: the importance of being a spiritual aristocrat, which he obviously was to his fingertips, of totally rejecting the deadening mediocrity which engulfed the world, of abandoning oneself to that great spiritual adventure which is unique to every person. “You have had great teachers,” I said. “You have reportedly taken several initiations and have been especially trained and guided for your role as World Teacher. Is it reasonable to expect that we who have not had any of these advantages can attain what you have discovered?” “I took the long road to find the simple Union. And because of that, because I have attained, you too can find the simple Union.” I had quickly scribbled some notes, which Krishnaji thought useless. We talked some more and then Krishnaji picked up his big Mexican hat and sauntered out, advising me to go to bed early, that I needed the rest. But that would prove a difficult task. I went over my notes and expanded them, then glanced at some of the interesting books on the living room shelves. My mind was racing; there was no possibility of sleep. I went out for a walk, but quickly returned because of the evening chill. Arya Vihara is a spooky place at night. I had been told that Dr. Besant had magnetically sealed off the place to keep “uninvited astral entities” from loitering on the premises. But the fact was that the night noises here were scary. No doubt they were caused by the expanding of the wood in the daytime with the heat, and the contracting of it with the evening chill. The effect, however, was disturbing. On top of it was the great force generated by Krishnaji, which did not leave with him. The house still felt like the central dynamo of a power plant. I went to bed, closed my eyes and tried to go to sleep. Impossible. The creaking, thumping, bumping noises no longer bothered me. It was that inescapable, pervading, challenging power that filled the house which I seemed unable to adjust to. At about three in the morning, without a wink of sleep, I could no longer cope with what a friend of mine had called “Krishnaji’s roaring kundalini." I got dressed and went out for a long walk. The sun was peeking over Topa Topa when I returned. I had walked miles, but I was so filled with the restless energy I had “caught” at Arya Vihara that I felt I could have walked back to Hollywood. |
| Didima is known as Giriji to seers, Mahatmas and disciples. Ma too called her Giriji. Born in Baisakh (April-May), 1877 in East Bengal, she was the eighth child of her parents. Didima’s parents called her Mokshada Sundari who was very calm and quiet and loved to spend time alone. Even as a child, she did not like games. Instead, she would stay in the religious environment of her home. As was the tradition in those days, she went to school to study up to the second standard. Her parents died early, therefore further studies were done at home. She could read the Ramayana, Mahabharat and Puranas in Bengali. At times she expressed her spiritual feelings through verses. She recited a number of such verses, which were her own composition. She was indifferent to her domestic life. Though there were problems a plenty, including that of money, they never reflected in her behaviour. She was always an excellent host, who would give her own food to a guest and still retain the charm of a very satisfied, contented person. This quality of kindness and compassion was the dominant part of her character. Ma’s father, the late Bipin Behari Bhattacharya, frequently left home because of his passion for tapasya. He was brought back home by relatives and friends. Even during those situations, Didima never lost her composure, her patience. However much financial trouble she was in, Didima never made complaint. Giriji hailed from the Shiva Shakta Sampradai. Durga Puja and Kali pujas were regularly held at her home. There was a Narayan Shila there too, which is now being worshipped by Brahmacharini Chandan Bhattacharya at Kankhal ashram. From her childhood, Didima took interest in puja and its related exercises. She also had darshan of God in her dreams. She had a special fascination for Narayana and was very much fond of the name of Narayana. She once had darshan of Lord Gopal who asked her to “offer Batasa Bhog worth one paisa”. Since then Didima regularly offered Batasa Bhog to Thakur. Didima first had her Mantra initiation in a dream. She did the japa of this mantra for several years. In 1905 she was formally initiated by the family priest Shri Kalikrishna Vidya Vinod. Didima always carried with her the picture of her family priest as her first Guru, and also that of her sannyas Guru. Nobody has ever seen Didima angry. Nothing could antagonise her. Once Ma said, ‘Dear Ma, what do you have in your brain that never looses its balance.” Didima laughed at this tribute. On another occasion, Ma spoke about her patience and perseverance, “She is mother earth.” Didima had infinite compassion for her devotees. One day, when she was very old, Didima was found to be reading the Hindi alphabets. To a devotee’s query why she was bothering to read them at that age, Didima said, “I myself want to read the several letters in Hindi which I get from my disciples, and reply to them suitably.” Her service and perseverance, love and affection particularly for the helpless, poor and needy was unparalleled. Whoever came in contact with her, was overwhelmed by her innocence and proper behaviour. Ma did not initiate her disciples in the customary way. It was Didima who in turn, became the Guru for innumerable devotees. At times, the devotees barely had a chance to touch Ma’s feet; they were happy touching Didima’s feet, and Didima too spread her arms in a gesture of blessing for the devotees. Didima drew the devotees close to her, irrespective of their position, stature and intelligence. She did Japa non-stop. When asked about it, she said this was being done for the welfare of the devotees. Once she had said, “how can I get Nirvana, until others (my devotees) attain it?” What a marvelous thing to say! In 1936, when Dada Moshai breathed his last and the only son tied the knots Didima expressed her desire to live with Ma. Ma suggested to her to take Sannyas. Haridwar was the venue of the Kumbha Mela in 1938. Ma had stayed at the Peet Kutir of Dr. Pant. During this Kumbha, Didima was initiated by the well-known Saint Mangalananda Giriji on 13th April, the Maha-Vipush Sankranti. She was named Shri Swami Muktananda Giriji. Mangalgiri Maharaj did not like the hustle and bustle and the crowds. He preferred tranquil surroundings. For this reason, he did not allow outsiders in his ashram. Ladies were definitely kept outside the ashram’s boundaries. But he took Ma there, most respectfully with Her devotees, at a time when she was yet to be recognised by the Sadhu-Samaj. In the same way that a male brahmin is initiated with the Merumantra of sannyas. Mangal Giriji bestowed the same on Didima. Next morning, when Ma found Didima dressed as a renunciate, Ma said, “You say that you give spiritual advice to all, but you do not advise me. Why? What is good has been said. People have problems in the family daily. How many people manage to get out of that? Now, be absorbed in meditation for the realisation of the self. Nothing will happen until you attain the power of wisdom and realisation of the Supreme Being.” Divine attributes were observed in Didima even when she was young. She really deserved to take sannyas. Those things described in Upanishads about the liberated soul were seen in Didima. She was very calm and quiet. While maintaining her composure for the outside devotees she was absorbed in deep spiritual thoughts. Sometime in 1963 Sri Ma mentioned in some context that uninterrupted japa of Sannyasa Mantra is continuing inside Giriji. For sometime, she kept poor health. But she always pined for Ma’s company. The Mahaprayan of Muktananda Giriji Maharaj, came on 9th August 1970 on the banks of the holy Bhagirathi in Haridwar. The end came naturally to the 94-year-old Giriji in Ma’s divine presence. Didima’s Mahasamadhi is at Kankhal ashram. |
| Mother used to teach different ways of sadhana to different people. She would, however, give prominence to jnana marga, the path of Self-inquiry. One of Her first devotees, after having received his first lessons, went to the Himalayas and on his return said, “I am He, who will practice and what?” When this reached Mother’s ears She sent for him and took him to task for trying to pass for a realized soul and thereby defraud people. Mother would never tolerate any of Her devotees trying to pass for a jnani and would at once expose them. She used to say, “Nowadays sadhus read a few pages from the standard authors, commit to memory some verses, and with this stock-in-trade start a campaign for making disciples. There is no hope for such cheats.” |
Actuated by your various inborn tendencies, you each worship a different deity. The true progress in one's spiritual experience depends on the sincerity and intensity of one's aspiration. The measure of a person's spiritual advance will be reflected in the manifestations that are vouchsafed to him of his Ishta, who will by no means remain inaccessible or separate from His devotee but let Himself be contacted in an infinite variety of ways. The multifarious kinds of beasts, birds, men and so forth, what are they all? What are these varieties of shapes, of modes of being, what is the essence within them? What really are these everchanging forms? Gradually, slowly, because you are rapt in the contemplation of your Beloved, He becomes revealed to you in every one of them; not even a grain of sand is excluded. You realize that water, earth, plants, animals, birds, human beings are nothing but forms of your beloved. Some experience it in this manner. Realization does not come to everyone in the same way. There are infinite possibilities. Consequently, the specific path along which - for any particular person - the Universal will reveal itself in its boundlessness, remains concealed from the average individual. The Universal Body of the Lord comprises all things - trees, flowers, leaves, hills, mountains, rivers, oceans, and so forth. A time will come, must come when one actually perceives this all pervading Universal Form of the One. The variety of His shapes and guises is infinite, uncountable, without end. When a sadhaka enters this state, he becomes conscious of the perpetual transformation of all forms and moods. When the current of one's thinking that was directed towards worldly matters, is reversed and turned inwards, the One Himself becomes revealed as the 'secret skill'. It is a Kingdom without end, in which even what is discerned as non-existence is equally an expression of the One. In Chinmaya, the purely spiritual (and completely non-material) world, all forms - whatever they may be - are ever eternal. Therefore, simultaneously and in the same place there is non-existence as well as existence, and also neither non-existence nor existence - and more of the kind if you can proceed further! Just as ice is nothing but water, so the Beloved is without form, without quality, and the question of manifestation does not arise. When this is realized, one has realized one's Self. For, to find the Beloved is to find my Self, to discover that God is my very own, wholly identical with myself, my innermost Self, the Self of my Self. Then according to the exigence of time and circumstances, various possibilities may take effect - as for example, the revelation of mantras and even of the entire Vedas by the ancient Rishis who were seers of mantras. All this will occur in consonance with the individual karma and inner disposition of the person concerned. Form is really void; one sees that freedom from form means the realization that form itself is the void. In this way the world reveals itself as void, before emerging into the Great Void. It is the perception of the world, based upon the identification of yourself with body and mind, that has all along been the source of your bondage. A time will come when this kind of perception will give way before the awakening of universal consciousness, which will reveal itself as an aspect of Supreme Knowledge. On transcending the level where form, diversity, manifestation exist, one enters into a state of formlessness. What can this be called? Godhood, the Paramatma Himself. As the individual self becomes gradually freed from all fetters, which are nothing but the veil of ignorance, it realizes its oneness with the Supreme Spirit (Paramatma) and becomes established in its one Essential Being. |
| It makes the mind look inside In the solitude of my heart I look for company In the emptiness I find my friends In the sea of mortals I find myself walking alone I look for souls like me who look for souls …like mine It’s a constant waiting…a search that never ends Sometimes though I got lucky when I met someone at life’s bends But that was momentary nothing lasting or eternal Someone still gives me a distant call and tells me not to stop A voice from no where guides me in directions which no one dares I go on and on in this endless travail, a journey so purposeful and yet so meaningless… The pains, the scars, the sobs and the sighs do not deter me The even so optimist, my soul, seeks another forlorn, forbidden creature of God Who like me is in the search…? Wonder what it will be like when we meet? The suspense, the uncertainty, the waiting, the wail…is no less like looking for the Holy Grail. |
| After the financial meltdown in 2008, several people from the financial industry and business community committed suicide in the US. The financial meltdown itself happened due to massive fraud in Wall Street - all were involved, from lending agencies to rating authorities. Many suicide victims were victims of fraud but most knew about the frauds going on in institutions when they invested themselves. Should we blame those who discovered the fraud and should we defend unethical business practices because some people committed suicide ? Since yesterday morning, Congress leaders across the country and so-called economists are blaming tax terrorism, Modi, ED, IT and what not. All beamed by our great TV channels. I even saw a program announced on TV9 - something to the effect of "Sorry, we failed you Siddharth". When Siddharth and DKS are linked to hawala money, media did not create a hype. When ED found 480 crores lying around in Siddharth's house, media did not question him. When it is well-know that politicians of all parties park their money with these men, media doesn't even throw a light on it. It helps the same old corrupt politicians to get to power by building their images. But TV channels used a corrupt politician's son-in-law's suicide, to actually get back at Modi ! The problem is with the media which itself has investments from questionable sources. Media houses don't pay taxes. They join hands with anti-nationals to manufacture news. The list of their crimes is endless. That is what makes media so interested in making a circus out of a suicide. All channels which were guilty of this must be punished. Siddharth , Mallya, Nirav Modi etc are all made of the same cloth. They took money from financial institutions because they had political backing (it is impossible to get 1000s of crores of loans without highest level of political backing. So please dont compare these men with the rest of the business class). These me never invested big from their own pockets. That is why you see Siddharth's assets being 3 times his liabilities. These men made profits but never paid back the insititutions or paid taxes even though crores were lying around in their homes. We, the tax payers funded their loans and some of us got employed in their companies. (We even bestow upon them the title of anna daata !) That doesn't make them philanthropists. That makes them financial manipulators. To top it, they indulged in money laundering and managing funds of corrupt politicians, which could be used for liquor and other gifts during elections - the same money that keeps poor people poor for the rest of their lives. I hope this incident serves as a deterrent to other 'Siddharths' in our system. His suicide is not because of his inability to pay back the money or tax terrorism or interrogation by tax authorities !!! It is something more (related to his unethical businesses) which we will never know. Before getting over-emotional about these incidents, people should try and see how they themelseves have been looted by such financial criminals. Think where you stand on the financial food chain. These people are sharks and you, the tax payer is their bait ! And stop watching TV which is a great brainwashing tool used by vested interests and therefore, your primary enemy. Stop trying to feed your own enemy with your money. You can do that by helping the government in its good intentions to help you. *We Indians need to learn how to keep emotions in check first of all.* |
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