When the coin becomes the icon.

~~ When the coin becomes the icon. ~~


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27.07.2011
© Vinay Vaidya 




When the coin becomes the icon,
Icon becomes the coin.
And as is said,
The price you pay is the same, 
As You are paid,
Because,
The fake drives out the true !
And all run after the coin,
All follow the line.
And every one suffers,
Including you !
The wrong becomes the right,
And the right becomes the wrong,
Everything goes haywire,
When Coin becomes the icon.

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~~Concerns~~ / "The way to Shiva"

~~~Concerns : "The way to Shiva"~~~
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25072011
© Vinay Vaidya 
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3:01 PM
e- : hi

me : hi !

e : i made everything right i deleted the site

me : congratulations,!

e- : thanks
3:02 PM
me : and tomorrow is your exam ?
ready ?
3:03 PM
e-: no ! exam is postponed

me : :)

e- : to 30 aug

me : jul or aug. ?

e- : party ho gaye ab agla exam 29 ko hai
 30 aug ko hai
3:04 PM
me : very late ?
e - : University jinda bad
  :)
me : but your career ?
3:05 PM
e- : haaa
3:06 PM
but this world is an illusion shiva ! why i get into
trap of illusion ? Career is also an illusion, let shiva
decide it. Why do i take tension its shiva's tension
what to do with me not mine.
 :)
me: right.
3:07 PM
and 29 jul or aug ko aglaa exam ?
e- : 29 july ko hindi ka exam

me: not difficult.
3:08 PM
e- : can't say i had read it yet.
me: theek hai, let shiva take care /worry,...
e- : yaa
3:09 PM
me: how are you ? health, blood-pressure...?
3:10 PM
e- : everything is fine / normal.
I am like the rays of sun
me: piercing the cloud ?
e- : :)
barish ho gaye dhup bhee hai.
(It rained, and now the sky is wide open with
bright sunlight.)
3:11 PM
me: that is your avatar ! hai na ?
e- : everything is me, avatara or whatever.
3:12 PM
and me is I.
me: do you feel one day everything that is part
of the memory will go away ?
....and even the memory itself fades-out,...gone ?
e- : so everything is I
3:13 PM
me: and can you imagine what you are without
the memories, bad, good or others?
e- : yes.
3:14 PM
imagining our self without memories is also........,
memories..., thought can't go beyond memories
.....
me: yes.
3:15 PM
So what are you when you are neither what happens
to the body, nor what happens to the mind ?
3:16 PM
memory, desire, fear, worry, happen to mind, sickness,
health, thirst, hunger happen to the body.
3:20 PM
e- : I is beyond the thoughts if u observe the I then
there is no memories and no thought and mind don't
work without memories so what i m is beyond the
thoughts and words depends upon thoughts so i can
not be explained in words, cause it is a long chain of
illusion which depends on each other even body is also
a tool for continuing of thoughts and illusion. u dont
have any body and mind its all is like spider net which
is made to trap u but if u know the truth then this spider
net is illusion and u found nothing other then shiva and
u observe ur self as shiva....
3:22 PM
me: and what about relationship of any kind, ...?  of mine
and your's, ..... and of papa, mummy, brothers, friends,...
people, and acquaintences?
is it not that all in memory and thought only ?
3:26 PM
e- : it is memory actully we create this by our thoughts
and made it memory, cause our senses feel good with it
so i think i don't know i m right or not but i think that mind
khud ko relax karne ke liye or indriyo ka sukh pane ke liye
ye memory create karta hai (...mind, creates memory in the
hope of relaxing itself, or to enjoy the pleasures of the
senses) and because of the this, continued impressions
create 'sanskar' (acquired habits / tendencies stored in the
mind) and make the spider net strong.
3:27 PM
me: yes. but why mind seeks 'sukh' (happiness) ? is it because
it is not 'sukhee' (happy) ?
what makes it 'dukhee' (unhappy) ?
3:28 PM
if that is not seen, mind will continue in search of 'sukh' in
and through the 'senses', and will hardly see why it is not
'sukhee'.
3:29 PM
so, do you feel it is very important to see, how mind gets
traped into it's own thought, / memory ?
3:31 PM
e- : mind is made of thought and thought-impressions run the
body. The body is made-up of 'senses' and it have its 'needs'.
Mind thinks (believes ?) it-self as the body, because they have
the same origin, -the thoughts.
so when the body feels happy which is nothing other then a
thought-impression, mind thinks it is happy, so in this way,
mind is trapped into its own thoughts of illusion.
3:35 PM
me: brilliant ! but is there real 'sukh' in keeping the body
always in a  'sukhee' condition ? and is it possible also ? So,
is it not important to get less and less influenced by the body
and the mind, let them do their work, which they are already
doing, say it 'praarabdha' or prakriti, and without interferring
in their functioning, without trying to 'control' or regulate them,
but with enough alertness so that they may not be a problem
to you, and at the same time keep your attention ever on the
'Shiva', the one constant thing that is never affected, and stays
as 'saakshi' (The Witness) ?
3:36 PM
e-: yes ur correct.
3:37 PM
me: if you can follow this thread (sutra), you can always find
"The way to Shiva", whatever you are doing or
are compelled (to do), forced by the body, the mind and the
circumstances.
3:39 PM
e-: :)
me: say thanks to me !!!
3:40 PM
e- : thank you so much prabhu !
me: yes,...I am happy. Thanks, blessings.
3:41 PM
e- : i was thinking to say thanks but i didn't, i just smiled ( :) ,
-another thing that proves, our wavelengths tally.
:)
3:42 PM
me: yes,.....! achchha bye,...! Thanks for the chat.
e- : One minute ! Is 'Shiva' also not a word or name only ?
me : yes. just as the 'Window' is a name of a thing we use,
and 'know' through the senses, and could be replaced by
any other word according to our convention, ....

3:46 

e- : So the 'thing' is important, not the word.
me : yes,...! Thanks again.
3:47
e- : thanks to u too !!
me: :)
e- : :) bye
me: :) bye !

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Vipassana 

© Vinay Vaidya,     17072011.

~~ In Two Minds ? ~~

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12072011
© Vinay Vaidya.

It was her birth-day. I just remembered, because 
during those college days we friends often talked
about almost every-one’s birth-date. And since then 
almost every year, on that day I just silently waited 
for the day and sometimes mentally wished her a 
very happy birth-day. I didn't know where she was, 
what would she be doing, most probably she would 
have been married off, having children and living the
life of an average (Indian) house-wife. Today I was 
determined to call her up, and wish her for the first 
time in my life, a very happy birth-day. She was busy 
as usual and had least idea that I was going to greet
her.
"Hello !"
She was on line.
"Hello, .... How are you?
"I'm fine,...! How are you?"
"Me too, just wanted to say Good morning and a very 
happy birth-day !!"
"Oh.....!"
For a moment she stopped and said, :
"Thank you, Thank you very much."
We talked about usual things, about her job, her family, 
and the rest. She asked me, if I would like to attend a 
small get-together at her home in the evening. She knew 
I hardly attend any such social functions..
"Oh sure, I will be just very happy to be with you there."
"I will be waiting,....."
"bye,...."
"bye,...."
In the evening when I reached her home, there were no 
guest or visitors. She, her daughter and son-in law, were 
the only three.
She welcomed me in the same way as, when she had left 
me on the last occasion. She hugged me softly and kissed 
on the cheek very delicately. This time I too responded her
almost in the same way. Her son-in-law and her daughter 
just watched us a bit amused and surprised, and folded their 
hands in the traditional 'namaste' way.
"Ravindra is away, and shall return tomorrow morning."
She kind of informed me. She in fact had never celebrated 
her birth-day till date. It was for her daughter's  dream that 
her birth-day should be celebrate this time, the son-in-law 
too had joined her. She had agreed. 
The meals were ready, her daughter and and the son-in-law 
wished her a "Happy birth-day to Mom", And we started.
The dinner was prepared by her daughter, and she just 
enjoyed. 
"I think I want to write a book."
She started the conversation.
"Yes."
She had been a professor in a local reputed College and 
had been teaching there Microbiology. But she had also had 
a deep interest in art, literature, and music. As usual after 
some twenty years of living a happily married house-wife's 
life, she started feeling a 'vacuum', which was getting even 
bigger and bigger.
She no more wanted to continue 'working' and had decided 
to retire in the coming days. She had travelled the length and
the breadth of India, and had lived in Europe and States for  
a short while. 
"And I am going to write the book in collaboration with you."
She chuckled.
"Seriously ?"
"Yes."
Said she the next moment.
"Could you live with us ?"
She asked.
Yes, She had already an accomodation on the up-staires.
"See, You need to be lookd-after. You live all alone, cook 
and do all other home-tasks yourself, and no-one is there 
to take your care in case you fall ill,....!"
We were sitting on the sofa side by side. 
She took my hand in hers, and kept caressing it.
The scent in her hair and her body was filling my nostrils. 
A bit flowery, but somewhat tangy too.
"O.K., shall talk about it,...." 
I assured her.
I soon returned.
In the next few days I tried to see if it was possible and
appropriate to move to her place.
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~~ On An Eternal Voyage ~~

~~ On An Eternal Voyage.~~
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© Vinay Vaidya
03jul2011


The River calls Him Ocean,
But Ocean knows not the River,
When the River joins the Ocean,
Great Love plays in the  waves,
-Of Joy, Innumerable.
When they dissolve both,
Into one-another,
Their separate identities are lost,
Merged into the other,
And remains still there,
As the only Joy, that is but one.


When the Sun starts to scorch,
Becomes cruel and torch,
The waters reach the high,
As clouds cover-up the sky,
Flit, skid, run and fly.
Until tired and heavy,
Shower-down in a big bevy.


They reach the cliffs and the hills,
Trickle-down in from the tiny grills.


They become the rivulet and the River,
Meandering through into the woods,
Through valleys, meadows and ravines,
Villages, Cities, temples and shrines,


The River keeps going always, 
For ever,
And her  pilgrimage,
Ends never.

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02072011
© Vinay Vaidya.


Silence and Spaces.



Fevers and Fears do have their lessons. And they come and 
go away / move into the spaces of body, mind, the body-mind. 
They too pass away. I am never worried, anxious, or scared, 
though the body-mind, the fictitious entity the 'self' appears to 
shiver.  
    The Heart of the Existence is the Love, the Silence, that
reigns supreme, uninterrupted, unaffected by these 'events'.



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