Freedom Unbound's blog http://blogs.rediff.com/unbound Broadcasting my thoughts Tue, 17 Nov 2009 15:29:53 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.7.1 en hourly 1 My Way http://blogs.rediff.com/unbound/2009/04/04/my-way/ http://blogs.rediff.com/unbound/2009/04/04/my-way/#comments Sat, 04 Apr 2009 08:27:57 +0000 Freedom Unbound I dedicate this one by Frank Sinatra to self :)…..


And now, the end is here
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I’ll say it clear
I’ll state my case, of which I’m certain
I’ve lived a life that’s full
I traveled each and ev’ry highway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way

Regrets, I’ve had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do and saw it through without exemption
I planned each charted course, each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way

Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall and did it my way

I’ve loved, I’ve laughed and cried
I’ve had my fill, my share of losing
And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way,
“Oh, no, oh, no, not me, I did it my way”

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught
To say the things he truly feels and not the words of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows and did it my way!


Yes, it was my way



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Mohd Rafi http://blogs.rediff.com/unbound/2009/01/25/mohd-rafi/ http://blogs.rediff.com/unbound/2009/01/25/mohd-rafi/#comments Sun, 25 Jan 2009 11:19:25 +0000 Freedom Unbound These are some clips from youtube of the great phenomenal genius Mohd Rafi. Naushad can also be seen in some of these. This is a treasure of God’s own voice. I dedicate this selection to dear friend Ekantapadhika. Enjoy.


Meri kahani bhoolne waale

Suhani raat dhal chuki

O duniya ke rakhwaale

Last journey

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One http://blogs.rediff.com/unbound/2008/11/24/one/ http://blogs.rediff.com/unbound/2008/11/24/one/#comments Mon, 24 Nov 2008 06:16:03 +0000 Freedom Unbound
(I dedicate this post to my dear friend, Jolly, whose beautiful poems and thoughts have been an inspiration.  "May all powers come unto you!  May Lord Himself be your hands and mind! It is immense power - irresistible - that I pray for you and along with it infinite peace." )

I promised you when I was young
Shall keep my word, as I grow old.
Years have passed and still I try
Yet fail to honour it to the core.

When, where, why did we part
I know not nor could  feel the pain.
As I stagger, trip and grope along
I know we'll be that One again.

Love is when I melt to float
In endless bliss inside your shrine.
Love is when I melt and merge
To lose my self in depths divine.

I long to merge with you my love
I long for freedom as your slave.
The bonds can stretch no further now
Strong they grow with every strain.

Moving in and out of space and time.
As I drift, my love, in eternity
Can you come and take all of me
And make me one with all of thee?


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Individual and society - Vivekananda http://blogs.rediff.com/unbound/2008/10/30/individual-and-society-vivekananda/ http://blogs.rediff.com/unbound/2008/10/30/individual-and-society-vivekananda/#comments Thu, 30 Oct 2008 06:54:20 +0000 Freedom Unbound (Translated from a Bengali letter written to Shrimati Mrinalini Bose, on 23rd Dec, 1898. The context to the letter is unknown to me but I guess it is in response to a plea by the lady to overrule individual desires for the sake of society and its customs.)

“The Lord whose nature is unspeakable love.” That this characteristic of God mentioned by N'rada is manifest and admitted on all hands is the firm conviction of my life. The aggregate of many individuals is called Samashti (the whole), and each individual is called Vyashti (a part). You and I ? each is Vyashti, society is Samashti. You, I, an animal, a bird, a worm, an insect, a tree, a creeper, the earth, a planet, a star ? each is Vyashti, while this universe is Samashti, which is called Vir't, Hiranyagarbha, or Ishvara in Ved'nta, and Brahm', Vishnu, Devi, etc., in the Pur'nas. Whether or not Vyashti has individual freedom, and if it has, what should be its measure, whether or not Vyashti should completely sacrifice its own will, its own happiness for Samashti ? are the perennial problems before every society. Society everywhere is busy finding the solution of these problems. These, like big waves, are agitating modern Western society. The doctrine which demands the sacrifice of individual freedom to social supremacy is called socialism, while that which advocates the cause of the individual is called individualism.

Our motherland is a glowing example of the results and consequence of the eternal subjection of the individual to society and forced self-sacrifice by dint of institution and discipline. In this country men are born according to Sh'stric injunctions, they eat and drink by prescribed rules throughout life, they go through marriage and kindred functions in the same way; in short, they even die according to Shastric injunctions. The hard discipline, with the exception of one great good point, is fraught with evil. The good point is that men can do one or two things well with very little effort, having practiced them every day through generations. The delicious rice and curry which a cook of this country prepares with the aid of three lumps of earth and a few sticks can be had nowhere else. With the simple mechanism of an antediluvian loom, worth one rupee, and the feet put in a pit, it is possible to make kincobs worth twenty rupees a yard, in this country alone. A torn mat, an earthen lamp, and that fed by castor oil ? with the aid of materials such as these, wonderful savants are produced in this country alone. An all-forbearing attachment to an ugly and deformed wife, and a lifelong devotion to a worthless and villainous husband are possible in this country alone. Thus far the bright side.

But all these things are done by people guided like lifeless machines. There is no mental activity, no unfoldment of the heart, no vibration of life, no flux of hope; there is no strong stimulation of the will, no experience of keen pleasure, nor the contact of intense sorrow; there is no stir of inventive genius, no desire for novelty, no appreciation of new things. Clouds never pass away from this mind, the radiant picture of the morning sun never charms this heart. It never even occurs to this mind if there is any better state than this; where it does, it cannot convince; in the event of conviction, effort is lacking; and even where there is effort, lack of enthusiasm kills it out.

If living by rule alone ensures excellence, if it be virtue to follow strictly the rules and customs handed down through generations, say then, who is more virtuous than a tree, who is a greater devotee, a holier saint, than a railway train? Who has ever seen a piece of stone transgress a natural law? Who has ever known cattle to commit sin?

The huge steamer, the mighty railway engine ? they are non-intelligent; they move, turn, and run, but they are without intelligence. And yonder tiny worm which moved away from the railway line to save its life, why is it intelligent? There is no manifestation of will in the machine, the machine never wishes to transgress law; the worm wants to oppose law ? rises against law whether it succeeds or not; therefore it is intelligent. Greater is the happiness, higher is the Jiva, in proportion as this will is more successfully manifest. The will of God is perfectly fruitful; therefore He is the highest.

What is education? Is it book-learning? No. Is it diverse knowledge? Not even that. The training by which the current and expression of will are brought under control and become fruitful is called education. Now consider, is that education as a result of which the will, being continuously choked by force through generations, is well-nigh killed out; is that education under whose sway even the old ideas, let alone the new ones, are disappearing one by one; is that education which is slowly making man a machine? It is more blessed, in my opinion, even to go wrong, impelled by one’s free will and intelligence than to be good as an automaton. Again, can that be called society which is formed by an aggregate of men who are like lumps of clay, like lifeless machines, like heaped up pebbles? How can such society fare well? Were good possible, then instead of being slaves for hundreds of years, we would have been the greatest nation on earth, and this soil of India, instead of being a mine of stupidity, would have been the eternal fountain-head of learning.

Is not self-sacrifice, then, a virtue? Is it not the most virtuous deed to sacrifice the happiness of one, the welfare of one, for the sake of the many? Exactly, but as the Bengali adage goes, “Can beauty be manufactured by rubbing and scrubbing? Can love be generated by effort and compulsion?” What glory is there in the renunciation of an eternal beggar? What virtue is there in the sense-control of one devoid of sense-power? What again is the self-sacrifice of one devoid of idea, devoid of heart, devoid of high ambition, and devoid of the conception of what constitutes society? What expression of devotedness to a husband is there by forcing a widow to commit Sati? Why make people do virtuous deeds by teaching superstitions? I say, liberate, undo the shackles of people as much as you can. Can dirt be washed by dirt? Can bondage be removed by bondage? Where is the instance? .

The truth is that in this country parents and relatives can ruthlessly sacrifice the best interests of their children and others for their own selfish ends to save themselves by compromise to society; and the teaching of generations rendering the mind callous has made it perfectly easy. He, the brave alone, can deny self. The coward, afraid of the lash, with one hand wipes his eyes and gives with the other. Of what avail are such gifts? It is a far cry to love universal. …

Therefore, when one has been able to deny self for an individual, one should talk of self-sacrifice for the sake of society, not before. It is action with desire that leads to action without desire….

Mother, be not anxious. It is against the big tree that the great wind strikes. “Poking a fire makes it burn better”; “A snake struck on the head raises its hood” ? and so on. When there comes affliction in the heart, when the storm of sorrow blows all around, and it seems light will be seen no more, when hope and courage are almost gone, it is then, in the midst of this great spiritual tempest, that the light of Brahman within gleams. Brought up in the lap of luxury, lying on a bed of roses and never shedding a tear, who has ever become great, who has ever unfolded the Brahman within? Why do you fear to weep? Weep! Weeping dears the eyes and brings about intuition. Then the vision of diversity ? man, animal, tree ? slowly melting away, makes room for the infinite realisation of Brahman everywhere and in everything. Then ?

? “Verily, seeing the same God equally existent every where, he does not injure the Self by the self, and so goes to the Supreme Goal” (Git', XIII. 28).



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Yaad http://blogs.rediff.com/unbound/2008/10/12/yaad/ http://blogs.rediff.com/unbound/2008/10/12/yaad/#comments Sun, 12 Oct 2008 16:40:13 +0000 Freedom Unbound These are few selections of two my favourite legends, Begum Akhtar and Mehndi Hasan.  I dedicate this post to Prachi Dublay, who has been indeed blessed by both. “Dostu, just a token of remembrance from Big Brother Free. May you scale higher peaks than these legends.”


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Texas Flood - Stevie Ray Vaughan http://blogs.rediff.com/unbound/2008/09/21/texas-flood-stevie-ray-vaughan/ http://blogs.rediff.com/unbound/2008/09/21/texas-flood-stevie-ray-vaughan/#comments Sun, 21 Sep 2008 17:29:46 +0000 Freedom Unbound Here is some brilliant outstanding guitar work by blues guitarist Stevie Ray Vaughan. The guy is profusely talented. During live shows, as in this one, he often plays portions of this song behind his back, arousing an enthusiastic crowd response. Stylistically, “Texas Flood” is structured around the common three chord blues progression. The lyrics are given below but are inconsequential here. I dedicate this post to another talented person, my first pal on iLand, Aria, with whom I take the pleasant liberty of posing as a big brother. May this brilliant blues number drive all your blues away, Aria..:)




The lyrics are below :

Well theres floodin down in texas….all of the telephone lines are down
Well theres floodin down in texas….all of the telephone lines are down
And Ive been tryin to call my baby….lord and I cant get a single sound

Well dark clouds are rollin in….man Im standin out in the rain
Well dark clouds are rollin in….man Im standin out in the rain
Yeah flood water keep a rollin….man its about to drive poor me insane

Well Im leavin you baby….lord and Im goin back home to stay
Well Im leavin you baby….lord and Im goin back home to stay
Well back home I know floods and tornados….baby the sun shines every day

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Dhvani (Sound) http://blogs.rediff.com/unbound/2008/09/11/dhvani-sound/ http://blogs.rediff.com/unbound/2008/09/11/dhvani-sound/#comments Thu, 11 Sep 2008 18:07:39 +0000 Freedom Unbound (Suryakant Tripathi ‘Nirala‘, (1896-1961) is one of my favourite poets.  I post this beautiful Hindi poem of the great poet and its translation for a specific reason. These lines remind me of the poems of my friend, Jolly, who writes with a similar passion and sensitivity. God bless her and may she attain even greater heights than the great Nirala did.)

Abhee na hoga mera anth

Abhee-abhee hee to aaya hai
Mere jeevan mein mridul vasanth
Abhee na hoga mera anth.

Hare-hare ye paat,
Daaliyaan,kaliyaan,komal gaat

Mai hee apnaa svapn-mridul-kar
Pherungaa nidrit kaliyon par
Jagaa ek prityuush manohar.

Pushp-pushp se tandralas laalasaa kheench lungaa mai
Apne nav jeevan kaa amrit saharsh seench dungaa mai

Dvaar dikhaa doonga phir unko
Hain ve mere jahaan ananth
Abhee na hoga mera anth.

Mere jeevan kaa yaha hai jawaan pratham charan
Isme kahaan mrityu
Hai jeevan hee jeevan
Abhee pada hai aage saara yauvan
Svarn-kiran-kallolon par behtaa re yaha baalak-man

Mere hee avikasit raag se
Vikasit hoga bandhu, diganth
Abhee na hoga mera anth

(For reading it in Devnagari script, Click here.
The translation follows….)

Now shall not be my end.

For just now has come,
The beautiful spring in my life
Now shall not be my end.

These green leaves,
Branches, buds, tender nipples.
I shall with dreamy soft touch of my hands
Caress the sleeping buds
And wake them to  a lovely day-break.

From each and every flower
I will snatch their fatigue and desire,
And fill them  up with the nectar of my youth,

Shall show them the way to
Where my immortal lives-
Now shall not be my end.

This is just the beginning of my life
Where's Death in it?
There is life and life.
Entire youth is lying in front
Oh ! the child in me,  flowing  on rays of  golden sunshine.

The raw music in me, shall
Fill and expand the horizon, friend
Now shall not be my end.


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Kathak http://blogs.rediff.com/unbound/2008/08/24/kathak/ http://blogs.rediff.com/unbound/2008/08/24/kathak/#comments Sun, 24 Aug 2008 17:13:00 +0000 Freedom Unbound On the occasion of Janmashtami, I post some selected YouTube videos of masters of  Kathak dance, the dance form which has been traditionally used to portray Krishna in his various moods and forms. This one is a real treat for connoisseurs of Indian classical dance and music.

Lacchu Maharaj
A rare archival clip of the late veteran dancer Lacchu Maharaj showing a little Abhinaya or the ‘descriptive’ side of Kathak dance.



Gopi Krishna
A short archival B/W clip of Kathak by Gopi Krishna with Birju Maharaj on tabla & Durga Lal on pakhawaj. All three brilliant Kathak performers.



Birju Maharaj
The maestro performs at Carnegie Hall with Sri Zakir Hussain on tabla.




Durga Lal
The late great master performs in this archive clip with Ustad Latif Ahmed Khan on tabla.



Sitara Devi
Archive footage of Sitara Devi, sister of late Gopi Krishna, the famed kathak dancer & ex-Bollywood star.

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Silver and Gold http://blogs.rediff.com/unbound/2008/08/08/silver-and-gold/ http://blogs.rediff.com/unbound/2008/08/08/silver-and-gold/#comments Fri, 08 Aug 2008 12:30:12 +0000 Freedom Unbound London
1st November, 1896.

My dear Mary, (Miss Mary Hale)
“Silver and gold”, my dear Mary, “have I none; but such as I have give I thee’” freely, and that is the knowledge that the goldness of gold, the silverness of silver, the manhood of man, the womanhood of woman, the reality of everything is the Lord ? and that this Lord we are trying to realise from time without beginning in the objective, and in the attempt throwing up such “queer” creatures of our fancy as man, woman, child, body, mind, the earth, sun, moon, stars, the world, love, hate, property, wealth, etc.; also ghosts, devils, angels and gods, God etc.

The fact being that the Lord is in us, we are He, the eternal subject, the real ego, never to be objectified, and that all this objectifying process is mere waste of time and talent. When the soul becomes aware of this, it gives up objectifying and falls back more and more upon the subjective. This is the evolution, less and less in the body and more and more in the mind ? man the highest form, meaning in Sanskrit manas, thought ? the animal that thinks and not the animal that “senses” only. This is what in theology is called “renunciation”. The formation of society, the institution of marriage, the love for children, our good works, morality, and ethics are all different forms of renunciation. All our lives in every society are the subjection of the will, the thirst, the desire. This surrender of the will or the fictitious self ? or the desire to jump out of ourselves, as it were ? the struggle still to objectify the subject ? is the one phenomenon in this world of which all societies and social forms are various modes and stages. Love is the easiest and smoothest way towards the self-surrender or subjection of the will and hatred, the opposite.

People have been cajoled through various stories or superstitions of heavens and hells and Rulers above the sky, towards this one end of self-surrender. The philosopher does the same knowingly without superstition, by giving up desires.

An objective heaven or millennium therefore has existence only in the fancy ? but a subjective one is already in existence. The musk-deer, after vain search for the cause of the scent of the musk, at last will have to find it in himself.

Objective society will always be a mixture of good and evil ? objective life will always be followed by its shadow death, and the longer the life, the longer will also be the shadow. It is only when the sun is on our own head that there is no shadow. When God and good and everything else is in us, there is no evil. In objective life, however, every bullet has its billet ? evil goes with every good as its shadow. Every improvement is coupled with an equal degradation. The reason being that good and evil are not two things but one, the difference being only in manifestation ? one of degree, not kind.

Our very lives depend upon the death of others ? plants or animals or bacilli! The other great mistake we often make is that good is taken as an ever-increasing item, whilst evil is a fixed quantity. From this it is argued that evil being diminished every day, there will come a time when good alone will remain. The fallacy lies in the assumption of a false premise. If good is increasing, so is evil. My desires have been much more than the desires of the masses among my race. My joys have been much greater than theirs ? but my miseries a million times more intense. The same constitution that makes you feel the least touch of good makes you feel the least of evil too. The same nerves that carry sensations of pleasure carry the sensations of pain too ? and the same mind feels both. The progress of the world means more enjoyment and more misery too. This mixture of life and death, good and evil, knowledge and ignorance is what is called Maya ? or the universal phenomenon. You may go on for eternity inside this net, seeking for happiness ? you find much, and much evil too. To have good and no evil is childish nonsense. Two ways are left open ? one by giving up all hope to take up the world as it is and bear the pangs and pains in the hope of a crumb of happiness now and then. The other, to give up the search for pleasure, knowing it to be pain in another form, and seek for truth ? and those that dare try for truth succeed in finding that truth as ever present ? present in themselves. Then we also discover how the same truth is manifesting itself both in our relative error and knowledge ? we find also that the same truth is bliss which again is manifesting itself as good and evil, and with it also we find real existence which is manifesting itself as both death and life.

Thus we realise that all these phenomena are but the reflections, bifurcated or manifolded, of the one existence, truth-bliss-unity ? my real Self and the reality of everything else. Then and then only is it possible to do good without evil, for such a soul has known and got the control of the material of which both good and evil are manufactured, and he alone can manifest one or the other as he likes, and we know he manifests only good. This is the Jivan-mukta ? the living free ? the goal of Vedanta as of all other philosophies.

Human society is in turn governed by the four castes ? the priests, the soldiers, the traders, and the labourers. Each state has its glories as well as its defects. When the priest (Brahmin) rules, there is a tremendous exclusiveness on hereditary grounds; the persons of the priests and their descendants are hemmed in with all sorts of safeguards ? none but they have any knowledge ? none but they have the right to impart that knowledge. Its glory is that at this period is laid the foundation of sciences. The priests cultivate the mind, for through the mind they govern.

The military (Kshatriya) rule is tyrannical and cruel, but they are not exclusive; and during that period arts and social culture attain their height.

The commercial (Vaishya) rule comes next. It is awful in its silent crushing and blood-sucking power. Its advantage is, as the trader himself goes everywhere, he is a good disseminator of ideas collected during the two previous states. They are still less exclusive than the military, but culture begins to decay.

Last will come the labourer (Shudra) rule. Its advantages will be the distribution of physical comforts ? its disadvantages, (perhaps) the lowering of culture. There will be a great distribution of ordinary education, but extraordinary geniuses will be less and less.

If it is possible to form a state in which the knowledge of the priest period, the culture of the military, the distributive spirit of the commercial, and the ideal of equality of the last can all be kept intact, minus their evils, it will be an deal state. But is it possible?

Yet the first three have had their day. Now is the time for the last ? they must have it ? none can resist it. I do not know all the difficulties about the gold or silver standards (nobody seems to know much as to that), but this much I see that the gold standard has been making the poor poorer, and the rich richer. Bryan was right when he said, “We refuse to be crucified on a cross of gold.” The silver standard will give the poor a better chance in this unequal fight. I am a socialist not because I think it is a perfect system, but half a loaf is better than no bread.

The other systems have been tried and found wanting. Let this one be tried ? if for nothing else, for the novelty of the thing. A redistribution of pain and pleasure is better than always the same persons having pains and pleasures. The sum total of good and evil in the world remains ever the same. The yoke will be lifted from shoulder to shoulder by new systems, that is all.

Let every dog have his day in this miserable world, so that after this experience of so-called happiness they may all come to the Lord and give up this vanity of a world and governments and all other botherations.

With love to you all, 

Ever your faithful brother,

Vivekananda

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Hamri Atariya Pe.. http://blogs.rediff.com/unbound/2008/07/26/hamri-atariya-pe/ http://blogs.rediff.com/unbound/2008/07/26/hamri-atariya-pe/#comments Sat, 26 Jul 2008 16:51:59 +0000 Freedom Unbound
I post this as a tribute to dear friend Lissome Lady’s first anniversary on iLand. It's a lovely Thumri-Kathak milap by Dhanashree Pandit-Rai and Keka Sinha. I express my sincere gratitude to the artists.

Hamri atariya pe, aa ja re sawariyan
Dekha dekhi tanik hui jaibe
Nain ladh  jaihein, nazar mil jaibe
Sab din ka  jaghda khatam hui jaibe….
(If you cant see it here, please visit - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TmfxIbIVpyo)





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