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THE MIND AND ITS TRAVAILS


 


 


 


A student on a ten-day Vipassana course approached the conducting teacher to ask for permission to leave the course mid-way. At the time of registration for the course on day zero, each applicant is asked whether he is prepared to stay for the entire length of the course and that, if he has any doubt about being able to do so, he is welcome to come back at a later date when he is surer about his determination to complete the course.

 

 

The rigour of the course is such that many participants on a course might surely toy with the idea of leaving ' specially on day two and on day six ' though it is only the very irresolute few who actually leave. Such was the case with this student though it was day four or five when he first approached the teacher with his request to leave.


 


"Why do you wish to leave?", asked the teacher.


 


"Oh, it is just that in these few days I have figured out what the whole method and path is about and this stuff is just not for me", responded the young man.


 


The teacher went through the routine of reminding him of his voluntary pledge towards completing the course. Pledges hold little currency these days - at the first hurdle of discomfort and difficulty, the aspirant wants to opt out.


 


Whereas another student had already been permitted to leave the course, at times an intuitive feel for a meditation student's potential begs a teacher to persist with him and so it was in this case. The teacher explained that the ten days' duration had been arrived at on the basis of the experience of thousands of meditators in decades past - that it took at least ten days for one to get an adequate handle on the method and receive benefit from its practice - but all the cajoling, explanations, etc. were just so much water on a duck's back.


 


As meditation is not something that any horse can be forced to drink of, the teacher decided that he had one exemplary story - not a clichéd one - to narrate, after which the student could decide whether he wished to stay or not.


 


And the story went thus:


 


After the practice of the extreme austerities of crushing the mind with mind, of restraining the breath and of fasting while dwelling in the forest, the bodhisattva decided that the path of extreme self-mortification was as fruitless as the life of luxurious self-indulgence that he had enjoyed earlier under his father's patronage.


 


As soon as he took food from a woman on the riverbank, the five companions of the bodhisattva, who had served him very diligently till then, left him thinking that, as he had abandoned the path of austerities, he would never attain to higher knowledge, to liberation, to full enlightenment. In essence, of course, the bodhisattva could now work in complete solitude.


 


On attaining full enlightenment, the Buddha decided upon the very same five ascetics who had abandoned him to be the first receptors of his teaching. When the five saw him approaching, they decided neither to pay homage to him, nor to greet him for they saw him as one who had abandoned his struggle to become a Buddha.


 


As the Buddha drew nearer, the beneficence that must surely have emanated from him moved the five to do all that they had earlier decided they would not - greet him profusely, clean a spot and offer him a seat, get water to wash his feet, etc. Yet, when informed that he had indeed attained to full enlightenment, had indeed become a Buddha, they would not believe it to be true.


 


The Buddha then, in essence, asked the five to reflect on all the years of their association with him from his childhood onwards and whether any one of them could recall his utterance of an untruth. Not one of the five could recall of even one such instance. Thus, they came to accept that his assertion of having attained full enlightenment could not be an untruth as well and became receptive to being instructed by the Buddha - the first renunciate disciples of the Enlightened One.


 


 


No display of any miracles or supernatural powers to impress that group of five but just the utterance of the truth and nothing else!! Of course, the utterance of the truth by a Buddha must surely carry strength and power as from none other.


 


Having recounted this well-known story to underline the powerful purity of the Buddha, the meditation teacher then asked the dithering student whether he could really have figured out in four or five days what it took a bodhisattva a very, very long time and unimaginable effort to arrive at.


 


If indeed that were the case, it must be a travesty that he was attending the meditation course, in the first place. If not, then he would be served well if he were to seriously consider completing the course to obtain his first glimpse of that which a bodhisattva works towards and does attain. Else, it would be a terrible waste of an opportunity whereby his thirst brings him to the bank of the river and, yet, he would be turning and walking away saying that he already knew what the water tasted like.


 


If the student wished to stay he was most welcome to, if he wished to leave he had the teacher's permission to do so.


 


Did he stay?


 


After listening patiently to the teacher the student reiterated his decision to leave. As it was nighttime and raining, the teacher said that the student could stay at the meditation centre for the night and leave in the morning. No, he was adamant that he wished to leave right away.


 


The personal valuables deposited with the centre's office could only be had in the morning when the concerned person would come in. So, the student stayed on at the centre for the night though he could have very well insisted on leaving and come back in the morning to collect his personal valuables!!


 


Having stayed the night he probably felt rested enough to be back in the meditation hall early the next morning. A full day's striving can be quite tiring and by the end of that day he was back to tell the teacher that he surely wished to leave. The teacher, in turn, reminded him that he had already been granted the permission to leave on the previous day and that it was to his credit that he had stayed on for a day.


 


As it turned out, he stayed on again and was back in the hall the next morning. He did ask the volunteer serving in the hall, somewhat sheepishly, if the teacher would be annoyed to find him still at the centre after having twice asked for permission to leave. No, not at all, said the volunteer adding that the teacher had been quite keen that he complete the course. So assured, he stayed on and did complete the course.


 


On the tenth day of the course, when the vow of silence for nine days ends, that student was seen grinning away extravagantly at how well the course had gone for him. The teacher also felt that his intuition about the youngster had been vindicated, eventually.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A Walkabout in the Mountains



turn around and feast one's eyes




About two hundred km. by road, to the north of the Dehradun-Mussoorie area and within the Rajaji National Park, lies the village of Sankhri at just under 6000 ft. ' lower than Mussoorie ' but it feels more like 7000 plus.



The latitude as well as the crispness of the very clean air makes it feel higher than it actually is. The mountains, specially the northern upper ranges, do reorient the staid city-dweller. The altitudes seem higher, the temperatures seem lower, the distances seem longer than they actually are; a 30-deg. slope seems more like 45 or even 60 to anyone accustomed to riding upright in the elevator.



 


camp at base of Kedar Kanta



 



The YHAI’s trek to Kedar Kanta is run out of Sankhri. An eight-hour bus journey from Mussoorie to Sankhri takes the better part of one full day followed by a day of acclimatisation. The first leg of the trek is a four-km. stint with an altitude gain of about 2000 to Juda Talao at 8000 - a picturesque, bowl-like dell.



 


early morn



 


A seven-km., up-and-down meander out from Juda Talao took us to the camp at the base of Kedar Kanta at 10000. On our way to the KK camp we encountered light drizzle which let up completely as we arrived upon the wide open, grassy land; the sun broke out and we could stretch our legs leisurely without the rucksacks on our backs.



 


view of the campsite as we climb



 


A relatively steep two-km. climb to the top of Kedar Kanta at 12000-plus can take 3-4 hours. One is buffeted by increasing windspeeds as clouds come and go. If the weather is clement the views can be breathtaking.



 


highlighted by the sun



 


A pause at the top of KK and, then, the afternoon is taken up by the seven km. or so to the next halt for the night at Lohasu Thatch which is perched at 10000. We could see the dark clouds down in the valley and the certainty of rain there even as we sat high and dry.


 



view from lohasu thatch


 



The next day we trekked to Dhundha which takes its name from the word ‘dhundh’. Just a km. or so short of the campsite at Dhundha, the weather finally caught up with us as wet hail and whipping wind had us reaching for whatever protective gear that each had brought along for such eventuality. The weather, till then, had spared us all but the most minor inconvenience.



 


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Barely in at the Dhundha campsite, dry hail came down in quantities large enough to carpet the ground with semblance of snow; those who were seeing white stuff for the first time were thrilled to bits and ’snowballs’ ( made of loosely compacted hail) flew around fast and furiously.



 


trudging up as the guide looks on



 


On all other days the group set out at 8am but the 11km. stretch from Dhundha to Talhouti on the fifth leg required us to start off an hour earlier. About half of the distance had to be tramped across snow-clad hillsides with some stretches on which we used rope-and-carabiner. A day that had many, if not all, reconsidering the wisdom of having come for the trek!!



Of course, at the end of the day probably everyone felt that they had ’conquered’ themselves if not some exalted, world-famous peak.



 


a solitary flyer again



 


From Talhouti at about 10500, a descending 12km. meander brought us ‘down to earth’ at Taluka, below 6000 I am sure. Descending is not easy at all but it was made congenial by the hillsides thick with evergreens of considerable girth and flowers aplenty.



 


descending from Talhouti to Taluka



 


From the Taluka campsite it was a relatively flat 10km. ‘walk’ back to the Sankhri base camp. After all the aching muscles in the upper reaches, this last was a cakewalk completed by many of us in three hours or so.


 



Cloud-runners all, in the hills, for that week at least!!



 



 



 



more photos at :


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LINGUA FRANCA



 



 



The ENGLISH language is expansive, adaptive, fluid, malleable and can be very, very inclusive. It is little wonder that it has succeeded progressively in becoming the means for communication across the world. The usage of ENGLISH across the world can also make us smile.





 

In a hotel in Paris :

 

Please do leave your values at the front desk.

 

 

 

On the menu of a Swiss restaurant:

 

Our wines leave you nothing to hope for.

 

 

 

Outside a tailor shop in Hong Kong :

 

Ladies please have a fit upstairs.

 

 

 

In a Japanese hotel's information booklet about using the air-conditioner :

 

Cooles and Heates : If you want just condition of warm in your room, please Control Yourself

 

 

 

In a Bucharest hotel lobby :

 

The lift is being fixed for the next day. During that time we regret that you will be unbearable.

 

 

 

In a Yugoslavian hotel :

 

The flattening of underwear with pleasure is the job of the chambermaid.

 

 

 

In a Bangkok dry-cleaners :

 

Drop your trousers here for best results.

 

 

 

In a Rhodes tailor-shop :

 

Order your summers suit. Because is big rush we will execute customer in strict rotation.

 

 

 

On the door of a Moscow hotel room :

 

If this is your first visit to the USSR, you are welcome to it.

 

 

 

In a Norwegian cocktail lounge :

 

Ladies are requested not to have children in the bar.

 

 

 

In an Acapulco hotel :

 

The manager has personally passed all the water served here.

 

 

 

In a Budapest zoo :

 

Please do not feed the animals. If you have any suitable food give it to the guard on duty.

 

 

 

In a Tokyo bar ;

 

Special cocktails for ladies with nuts.

 

 

 

In a Rome laundry :

 

Ladies, leave your clothes here and spend the afternoon having a good time.

 

 

 

Advertisement for donkey rides in Thailand :

 

Would you like to ride on your own ass?

 

 

 

 

note : you are encouraged to contribute examples that you may have come across.

 


 


 


 


 


 

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Kalama Sutta



 



Do not believe in anything (simply)
because you have heard it.

Do not believe in traditions because they
have been handed down for many generations.

Do not believe in anything because it is
spoken and rumoured by many.

Do not believe in anything (simply) because
it is found written in your religious books.

Do not believe in anything merely on the authority
of your teachers and elders.

But after observation and analysis
when you find that anything agrees with reason
and is conducive to the good and benefit of one and all
then accept it and live up to it.



 



BUDDHA



 



 



 



Buddha delivered a discourse at Kesaputta, a town of the Kalamas. The above is a translation by the Pali Text Society and is to be read as a simple distillation of the essence of that discourse. For anyone keen on detailed study, several translations may be accessed on the internet by searching for the Kalama Sutta.



 



This discourse has been referred to, in recent and modern times, as Buddha's charter of free enquiry. Another translation by a venerable bhikku provides an interesting translator's note that runs thus:



 



Although this discourse is often cited as the Buddha’s carte blanche for following one’s own sense of right and wrong, it actually says something much more rigorous than that.



- Traditions are not to be followed simply because they are traditions.



- Reports (such as historical accounts or news) are not to be followed simply



  because the source seems reliable.



- One’s own preferences are not to be followed simply because they seem



   logical or resonate with one’s feelings.



- Instead, any view or belief must be tested by the results it yields when put



  into practice and, to guard against the possibility of any bias or limitations



  in one’s understanding of those results, they must further be checked



  against the experience of people who are wise.



- The ability to question and test one’s beliefs in an appropriate way is called



  appropriate attention.



- The ability to recognize and chose wise people as mentors is called having



  admirable friends.  "



 



 



 



 



The profundity and simplicity of a teaching such as this makes me marvel at the historical Buddha. Seeking of the truth all the way to the most basic by placing the responsibility of doing so on every individual himself, yet not just for himself alone.



 



No appeal to any supernatural power, real or imagined, no appeal to any saviour who shall arrive and save me no matter what I may have done, no reliance on any scriptural text the recitation of which shall deliver me, cautioning me against my own preferences and prejudices as stumbling blocks on the path to enquiry towards self-improvement.



 



Many shall say that the truth is so multi-faceted, so varied, so illusory and confounding that it cannot really be known and grasped. Actually, the apparent reality/truth IS ephemeral but what really trips us up is the infirmness of our own minds!! This infirmness can be attended to.



 



But, how is some esoteric search for the 'truth' relevant to a regular guy like me who is very much a worldly chap and interested in his regular worldly appetites?? Well, regular-joe-me, all of it is right here ' the mundane as well as the esoteric; it is only the intellect which compartmentalises and pigeon-holes.



 



The firmness and clarity of one's own mind are as much as for dealing with the mundane issues that bedevil me on a daily basis as for any esoteric search for the ultimate truth!! How many times do we end up telling ourselves that we would have done something differently if we could only have another crack at it? Well, we can progressively enable ourselves with minds that attend to anything and everything better .



 



So, please watch this video that is fairly informative on the conduct of a ten-day course of Vipassana meditation. I am afraid that the accompanying commentary, as of now, is in Hindi alone; I shall be looking into the provision of subtitles in English.

 



The video is of 15 minutes' duration and can take a long time to buffer depending on the speed of the internet connection; you might have to let the video load for quite some time while you attend to other work on your pc.



 



 



 



 



 



 



 



 

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THE REAL FRONTIER

 

 

Many of us may remember that the Golden Temple Mail travelling to and from Amritsar used to be named the Frontier Mail.

 

The word 'frontier' carries many connotations. Most often it has been used as denoting a boundary. It could be the geographical boundary between two political entities such as nation-states. In wartime, the frontier denotes the area where the fighting is taking place ' an approximate area that could be dynamically unstable and which has, today, become increasingly blurred as armed conflict is waged anytime, anywhere and everywhere.

 

'Frontier' could be a boundary between land and seemingly endless ocean, between the outer reaches of human settlement and the wilderness beyond, between perceived civilisation and the areas inhabited by alleged barbarians.

 

Sometimes, the word has found usage in the arena of human endeavour of the adventurous kind. Most recently, Space has been referred to as the final frontier for humans to approach, explore and push back.

 

Yet, THE frontier - the one that really matters - is that of the mind. In fact, our understanding and handling of any external frontier is surely the outcome of how this internal frontier is attended to by each one of us.

 

Fond of the mountains, specially the Himalaya, I would always flinch when one majestic peak or another would be referred to as having been 'conquered' by one or more individuals. If the peak had really been conquered then the individual(s) could be expected to saunter up to the summit as and when desired. Instead, the reality always is that within a small window of time the mountaineer has to master that frontier of his own mind to be able to make it to the summit with no guarantee of 'conquest' on that occasion let alone any subsequent one.

 

Why all of this rambling about one frontier or another and, specially, that of the mind?

 

My conviction, based on some direct experience, bids me state that our crises, individual and collective, are rooted in our minds. As much of artifice as resides in our minds so shall it manifest in the artifices that we construct outside.

 

Thus, the roots of, say, the looming crisis of global warming and climate change lie in our minds' prevailing world-view imposed externally onto the natural environment. Similarly, our individual crises happen upon us to the extent of the lack of truth that we live with in our lives whether we are aware of this or not.

 

So, folks, I request you for your take on truth and artifice. Is it important to live the truth or is it just a word to be paid lip-service to even as we go about our lives 'practically' ' an euphemism for fudging the truth?

 

Ought the truth be adhered to in every instance or is it alright to fudge it every now and then? Can the marginal fudging of the truth at the individual level cause the ills that we often bemoan at the societal and institutional levels? Are we even willing to look at the possibility of such connections? Is the truth something that we can discuss or should it be kept within the confines of books and Moral Science classes?

 

Are we at all willing to consider questions that might cause us discomfort or is it easier to retire to the inviting shade of ARTIFICE?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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