Yoga Day-21st June 2015

Thousands who die every day want to live forever. A thousand who are born everyday would yearn to live an eternity.
Yoga has been here for thousands of years. The Rishis and Munis of the past practised it and lived a long and healthy life. BKS Iyengar and Guru Ramdeo kept the flame glowing in the modern times and the time has come when Modiji is taking it into an international platform.
Sage Patanjali’s Ashtanga Yoga comprising the eight arms the first being The rules to be followed and not, The Postures, The breathing, The senses, Awareness, Meditation and Trance
Yoga is union of the self with the universal. The third ‘ang’ among the ‘ashtang’ sutra, for the ovrall wellness of the being, propagated by the Sage Patanjali is the Asana ie Posture simplified as Yogasana the physical explorations of your body.
If we can understand Yoga and the Bhagwatgita (which teaches ways to achieve a sound mind) it would be a great take off to attain a fulfilled and blessed life.

Extraterrestrial Estate

Extra terrestrial Real Estate
Dennis Hope made $10 million selling plots on Moon, Mars, Venus and Mercury. There are websites who claim to have sold 300 million acres of land on these extraterrestrial objects in the last 22 years. Mythologies in Himyaritic and Sabaean civilizations claim planetary inheritance existing over several thousand years.
Maria Hugo of Spain claims ownership of a part of Sun and has registered the Star and notarised it in an office in Spain. She sells solar flares emanating from those parts she claims to own and can bill you and me for the solar energy you could be generating out of those flares. Further she could bill you for the light you receive or the sunlight supported farms you grow or the wind it generates etc etc
Even empty space between objects is available for sale.
It is a matter of objectivity whose space the Russians , Americans, Europeans or for that matter Japanese, Chinese , Koreans and Indians used to fly all those space ships into the Moon , Mars, Mercury, Venus and outer echelons of the Solar system including the Sun itself. And whose space is International Space Station using anyway.
Extraterrestrial space is nobody’s estate as per the Outer Space treaty signed by most countries. The land being sold on extraterrestrial objects is neither realistic nor speculative. It is just imaginative and a figment of psyche. People buy, sell, invest, gift these lands for the thrill of it. Feeling that I have a land on the glorious Moon of which there are thousands of legends and where the famous Apollo missions landed is a matter to be proud of. Mars the planet where the most activities on any extraterrestrial object are taking place presently is also the world of Edgar Rice Burroughs ‘Barsoom’ and his eternal Princes and where once flowed active canals and life may have thrived. Buying a land on any of these objects where you now can just crane your neck futuristically in the skies and watch the twinkling stars could be a chance to behold. It could satiate a lot of your emotional side of the brains hemisphere.
People buy and sell a lot of material goods. But buying a fantasy is amazing. Is it exactly like buying a fantasy book or watching a fantasy movie that you have paid for?
Or is it just that somebody is looting you with his idiosyncrasies!

The Pigs Tale

Once upon a time a king is visited by a fortune teller. The king’s stars foresee that he would be dead in a week. He also predicts that the king would be a pig in his next life. Since he wouldn’t want to live a pig’s life his son the king then would slay him to end his miseries forever.
The futurist suggest that he should immediately swear in his son to the throne and make it known to him about his afterlife. The pig born after his death would have half a curve of the moon on its forehead for the king to be identified.
So said the plan is agreed by the king and the son in the presence of the fortuneteller.
The crown prince was sworn in and the king died within the week.
After the 10th day of mourning, as per rites the son began his search for the new born pig. After extensive search for a few days the pig with the half moon curve is spotted in the neighbourhood. The son immediately retrieves the sword from its sheath and raises it to kill the pig.
Lo and behold the pig twitches its neck and cries in anguish,
‘Wait! Don’t kill me. I have been living with this herd for the last few days. I wish to die no more. I am happy with this life. Spare me and forgive me for my false instructions earlier.’ So saying the pig runs away in its herd joyously.

Hills and Valleys

It is the first week of June and the ruggedness of a long sultry summer has taken over me. The monotony of life has left me jaded and my Achilles tendon no more responds to my inner calls to stretch ahead.
Then I see this serial called ‘Hills and Valleys’ and my sinuses record the cool peaceful breeze over my body distressing my nerves. I recall all those sojourns over the years and wonder why it is so rejuvenating to visit these hill stations. The catch lies in the words ‘Hills and Valleys’. You travel from your regular buzz of the four /six lane speedy highways and take a detour and climb up hills after hills watching the valleys deepen and you start realising you are into a different world altogether. Your mind sets in calm and serene green foliage than stretches all along the horizons.
You drive down across and stand on a plateau and watch the sun drenched valley below and see a small village and the crest of a temple and smoke billowing out of a thatched roof hut beyond somewhere a stream is growing into a river and around the green forest grows taller and taller into a gigantic mountain. One mountain ranges gives way to number of them beyond and finally they grow smaller and smaller into oblivion.
As you peep into the valleys your heart is taken down to the lowest of recesses and it suffers to the pain of unknown and on the other mountains overwhelm you beyond the realms of life. The mist as it passes through the valley is a riot of thoughts. The late sunrises and the early sunsets and the play of dark shadows all over the valley is a sight to behold.
The summer will pass now and the monsoons will set in and I will definitely plan to visit the hills when they would be different play of dense dark clouds and flowing mist and relentless rain and wrapped in rain coats your body shivering it would clasp a cup of tea and enjoy the deep mystery of life.