KUMAR'S

Acceptance has magic! Acceptance is not surrender or resignation It is not passive, withdrawal or helpless condition Though, it may appear like what it is not  Active and conscious acceptance is a unique psyche-configuration! True acceptance of pain and unhappiness is relief and deep happiness It is neither clinging nor resistance; being just a witness While fully plunging in the experience and yet presencing it Acceptance releases the energy blocked in escaping or resisting it! The energy released can be used for healing And creative solution of the problem which you are facing Accepting moment to moment, Here-now, choosing what so and ‘Such-ness’ Realizing you are ‘at home’, being who you truly are instead of escaping! Sounds paradoxical but one has to do it, to get the feel of the magic Acceptance releases power for intelligent commitment Action without anxiety, embedded in contentment Resistance causes persistence of the ‘disease’ making you sick. ...

शोर में संनाटा शोर में है कितना संनाटा, और संनाटे में है चीखता शोर| अंधेरे में साया भी जाता छोड, अपनी भी ख,बर लेकर अब कोर्इ नहीं आता| अब तो आओ मेरे बिल्कुल क,रीब, बन्द करदो आंखें और ज,ुबा मेरी , कर दो तरकीब! भर दो अपनी धड,कन और सांसों से, बेइंतहा चुभतीं खामोशी अज्,ाीब| आज शोर में है दम घोटता संनाटा, भीड, में इन्सां तन्हा छटपटाता| और खामोश तन्हार्इ भी एक कैद ह,ै जहां शोर्र ओर् गुल और मन , हुज,ूम से घिरा होता|

सितारों के जलते आंसू दिखते नहीं आंसू सितारों के, चुभते हुए कांटे और सूखे फूल बहारों के. आसमां पे या जमीं के सितारे‚ शोहरत की बुलंदी पर, अद्धबूझे सितारों की त्रासदी‚ राख में लिपटे अंगारो के. चैपलिन की “लाईम लाईट”‚राजकपूर का ‘जोकर‚’ गुरुदत का ‘कागज का फूल’, दिखाते हैं, बुझते सितारों के दर्द और उन पर पडी धूल. रोशनी के झुरमुठ में ये आंसू, हम देख नहीं पाते, तन्हाई की अंधेरी खाई में ये सितारे डूबते ही चला जाते.. सितारों के चमकते चरम पर, कैद कर लते हैं ‘ग्लैमर’ के कई प्रकार, बनावट और दिखावट विलासी जीवन के हो जाते हैं शिकार. प्रेम या सेक्स के अनेक प्रकरण और शराब और ड्रग्स की आदत और बेवफाई से कितनी बार आहत, ‘लेेेेकिन नहीं है सब टूटे हुए तारे’ कुछ महान भूमिकओं में अमर और उनका है रचना का अदभुत संसार.

The Unique Gift of Orgasm! We all are blessed with the unique gift of orgasm A natural happening which bridges all chasm Every living being is endowed with the love’s ‘electric’ power  A meld of mind and body, ‘two in one’ within an irresistible spasm! Orgasm has been the metaphor for divine ecstasy In ‘Vaishnava’ and ‘Tantric’ systems and even in artist’s creative frenzy Submergence of ego dissolves separation into one and finally zero! What remains is a fragrant ‘Shoonyata’ and infinity. Vanishing into ‘Nothingness’ may sound scary But such states in life are natural and many As it beckons to ‘Moksha’ and union with universal God-field It is precious as a pulse of love’s epiphany. But this luminous connection is to be responsible and creative Not aggressive, addictive or possessive It is a meditative communion of body, mind and soul Fusion of parts into the Whole!

ये दुनिया मेरे काम की नहीं ये दुनिया मेरे काम की नहीं, ऐसा मयखाना जहाँ एक जाम भी नहीं ! इस गुलशन में नहीं मेरा कोई नशेमन ,कागज के फूलों का कंटीला उपवन,  बनावट के मकड़ जाल में फंस, निकलती मेरी जान भी नहीं । प्रचार और इश्तहार के पाँव पर टंगी शोहरत, बेशुमार काला सफ़ेद दौलत. ये सब मिल भी जाए तो क्या हो ! कितनी झूठी और खोखली है इनकी फितरत । समंदर में उड़ता पंछी जब कोई जहाज भी नहीं, सुलझाने और समझने के लिए कोई राज़ भी नहीं, अब दिल लगता नहीं इस रेत के समंदर में, भीड़ में तन्हा , कोई अपना पास भी नहीं । क्या कोई संकेत है ये वीरान आवारगी ? ये यायावर की बेचैन ज़िन्दगी, दूर से आती है किसी पुकार की आहट, शायद किसी नए आकाश का स्वागत ।

Lovers had planned to elope that night. She was a princess whose father had locked her in a room on the top of the castle’s tower. The main gate and other entries were strictly guarded to frustrate any attempt of the Lover to sneak in. The princess looked in helpless anguish, through the window down to her lover who looked like a tiny precious jewel to the princess.The Lover thought of many modes of reaching his love, to elope in the moonlit night. The ful l moon however was no solace to him since the moon of his heart was up hundreds of feet above, locked up in her room seemingly without any possibility of access. He thought of many strategies to sneak in; a woman’sdisguise but there were female security as well at the entries.He thought of climbing up to her room but the castle wall was a smooth, steep and high without any location on which a rope could be stuck. In sear frustration, he went to his guide and guru who agreed to tell him about the unique strategy. He told him to proc...

Million Modes and Methods of Enlightenment We have million concepts and images of being enlightened, When you drop them all, you get free and easily heightened. You reach Zero and Nothing, sans all baggage of mind, emptiness interfacing infinitude , In the center of ‘Zero-Nothing-Ordinary’ is located ‘Extraordinary-Everything-Unlimited magnitude’! The pivotal method is stop resisting, accept what’ so, Ordinary or miracle, good- bad, ugly- beauty without judgment desire or ego. A strange joy springs out of the non judgmental witnessing, Transcending and yet pervading all, is meditation’s inkless scripting! Million methods and modes can be detailed out of this central axis , Being ‘Here-Now’ and awareness of breath body and psycho physical ambiance is a precious practice. Any focused work, creative and contributive, love, laugh, create- appreciate beauty and so on, This is still yet alert meditative state, has seeds of positive solution!

छलक उठी मैं क्यों छलक उठी मैं आज, शर्म के पैमाने से, मीठी ठोकर सी लगी है उनके आ जाने से | कोई सूरत, कोई तदबीर नज़र नहीं आती,  जो बचा ले मुझे यूँ घबराने से| क्यों आये हो तुम, जब मैं 'कोयला भई न राख़', तिल तिल कर जल रही थी, मैं ज़माने से| मैं भी तो जलती हूँ, रोशन करती हूँ, क्यों जलते हो मुझपे और मुझसे, शमा ने कहा परवाने से| मेरी विरह की चिता पे, दो बूंद आंसू के, टपका देना, पहले मेरे जल जाने से | किसी वारिस शाह ने नहीं लिखी मुझ नामालूम हीर पे, मेरी कहानी लिखी है खुद, बेवफा, मेरे रांझे ने| जब मैं उठ गई हूँ खुद अब, ऊपर, क्या होगा मेरी अर्थी को, फूलों से सजाने से? शबे-गम की फ़िक्र क्यों करू मैं, जब रूहानी बुलंदी मिलती है उनके तडपाने से | आ जाना मेरी मय्यत पर किसी तरह, शायद जी उठूं मैं आख़िरी बार, तुम्हें गले लगाने से|

The Sparkle dims Vivekananda had a bass vessel which he used to rub and scrub and polish every day for a few minutes to make it sparkle.This was his daily routine observed by a disciple. He once said,“It is not necessary in my view to scrub and polish everyday,it will be as clean and bright even if it is washed once a week orat best twice or thrice a week.” Vivekananda appeared to agree and he said,“ok, I will not wash it for a week.”After a week the bass vessel had lost his shine totally covered as it was with a rusty and dull coat. Vivekananda showed it to his disciple and said, “you may scrub and rub it to make it sparkle again if you have time and desire.”Disciple willingly accepted this job but it was not easy to bring the same sparkle back. However the disciple did some more scrubbing and polishing to return to its earlier glory. Vivekananda commented, daily scrubbing and polishing was not, even if it is added, was not so much of a trouble or time consuming as the job done by...

Error in Prayer! It was a tribal village of hardly five hundred hutments and a mini church flaunting a white cross. A priest had initiated a number of villagers into Christianity and taught some prayer making them practice for correctness. Three of them were special initiates who were very regular and devout in their prayer. After a few months the priest visited again for sermon and checking up on the correctness of rituals and prayer. The three man were praying regularly bu t erroneously. The prayer was hardly recognizable due to its errors. The priest patiently taught them to say their prayers in proper manner. He instructed them to be pious Christians saying their holy prayer in a befitting manner. He left the village early morning satisfied with his missionary work. And caught the only boat available to cross the river. As he was walking away from the river bank to his main church a couple of miles away. After sometime he heard a voice, “Father.. Father..Please wait”. They w...

सितारों के जलते आंसू दिखते नहीं आंसू सितारों के, चुभते हुए कांटे और सूखे फूल बहारों के. आसमां पे या जमीं के सितारे‚ शोहरत की बुलंदी पर, अद्धबूझे सितारों की त्रासदी‚ राख में लिपटे अंगारो के. चैपलिन की “लाईम लाईट”‚राजकपूर का ‘जोकर‚’ गुरुदत का ‘कागज का फूल’, दिखाते हैं, बुझते सितारों के दर्द और उन पर पडी धूल. रोशनी के झुरमुठ में ये आंसू, हम देख नहीं पाते, तन्हाई की अंधेरी खाई में ये सितारे डूबते ही चला जाते.. सितारों के चमकते चरम पर, कैद कर लते हैं ‘ग्लैमर’ के कई प्रकार, बनावट और दिखावट विलासी जीवन के हो जाते हैं शिकार. प्रेम या सेक्स के अनेक प्रकरण और शराब और ड्रग्स की आदत और बेवफाई से कितनी बार आहत, ‘लेेेेकिन नहीं है सब टूटे हुए तारे’ कुछ महान भूमिकओं में अमर और उनका है रचना का अदभुत संसार.

Breakdown could be turned into breakthrough! ‘If faith gives us a lemon we can make lemonade’ From breakdown, a breakthrough can be made! First step is declaring and accepting the ‘misfortune’ Acknowledge that breakdown happens only when a commitment has been made. Re-enroll back into the commitment Find out what is the missing element Create some new way of handling it and supply what is needed Ask for support; take the first step in the strategy created. Who knows that a breakthrough may land in our lap! Even rescheduling your goal may be a better outcome and feather in our cap Accept, re-enroll, be creative and proactive and ask for support A stumbling block may be a stepping stone; we may learn gem of a lesson and hit better result.

जिंदगी की किताब बड़ी कठिन और बेढब है जिंदगी की पाठशाला, कभी मीठी, कभी तीखी, कभी बिल्कुल फीकी और कभी मिर्च मसाला. स्कूल में गैरकानूनी है थप्पड़ और बेंत,  पर हमें मार-मार कर हीं सिखाती है यह पाठशाला. कितना छोटा दायरा और छोटी उम्र है इंसान की, फिर भी इतने पाठ क्यों पढ़ाती है यह पाठशाला. जब तक सीख और समझ न लो, बार-बार पाठ दोहराती है पाठशाला. फटी हुई किताब और कई पन्ने नदारद ऐसे में कैसे सिखाती है यह पाठशाला! तक़दीर टीचर है और कितनी फटीचर. तार तार पैरहन में आती है पाठशाला, पूछो, गर सवाल तो, खड़ा करती है सर के बल, उल्टी दुनिया को समझने के लिए उल्टी चलती है यह कार्यशाला. बार-बार हमें ना पास कर आगे नहीं बढ़ने देती है पाठशाला आज जिंदगी की शाम में फटी किताब और नोट्स को सीने से लगा कर, फेरता हूँ यादों की माला. धुंधली आंखों से पढ़ नहीं पाता, जिंदगी का आखरी पाठ जिंदगी हो गयी बस, ठंढी चाय का प्याला. सारे पाठ भूल गया हूं, रस्टीकेट होकर, भीगी आंखों से कहता हूँ, अलविदा जिंदगी और तेरी पाठशाला ईश्वर कहता है, 'कितने पन्ने छोड़े हैं मैंने कोरे' तुझे ही तो रचना है जीवन काव्य सरस और निराला.

Be empty to receive and refill A Zen master welcomed the new visitor who wanted to be his disciple. He asked the master, so many questions, displaying his knowledge and learning. The master poured him a cup of tea. To the visitor’s surprise, he went on pouring even when the cup was full. The tea spilled all over. And, the would-be disciple exclaimed, ”What are you doing, Sir, the cup is already full. It has no space for anymore tea!” The master smiled and said, “You must empt y yourself first to receive new knowledge and transformative experience”. We have to erase and clean our mental canvas to paint new possibilities. Life’s canvas is all cluttered and man is a mere-toy or Robot, String pulled by deterministic laws of nature or chance and God’s whimsical character. But the absurdly filled canvas, by awareness and acceptance, you get a “nothing” space, And by standing in possibility you can design a new world full of love, beauty and grace. Life is both meaningful and meaning...

कंटीला गुलाब यह सच है की तुम हो एक कंटीला गुलाब, रूप-रस-गंध मे ला ज़वाब। काँटों पे चल के पाया है तुम्हें, जैसे काँटों मे खिला शवाब। कैसे करुँ काबू अपनी तम्मना पर, जब की तुम खुद हो तम्मन्नाए बेताब। पता नहीं तुम ख़्वाब हो या हकीकत, सायद हो तुम हकीकत मे ढला ख़्वाब। कितनी चुभन हो तुम और कितनी रेशमी छुअन, कर नहीं पाया अभीतक इसका हिसाब। हर सवाल का जवाब भी होता है, दरअशल सही सवाल में ही छुपा होता है जवाब। गम के धुंधलके मे मुँह चिढ़ाता है आईना भी, तू क्यों चमक रहा है युं बेशरम माहताब? लाख कोशिश करता हुँ मगर, पढ़ नहीं पाता तेरे चेहरे की किताब। न साकी हैं, न मै, ना मय खाना, पिता हुँ, जो दिल मे ही खिचती हैं, वह शराब l

How much land does a man need? A marathon runner who had won a number of championships was rich enough to buy substantial land for his farm. The landlord took him to the land, showed him a tree at the center and asked him, “how much land you want”? He replied, “as much as you can sale. I can afford it”. The landlord said, “How much money you are ready to invest”? The runner quoted certain amount. The landlordstated the rate in a different manner which was challenging. Since,  the buyer was a fast runner, he made a deal in which he can have all the land for his price.All the land he can cover before sunset by running around the tree at the center. The runner accepted the challenge gladly as he knew his own speed and he was sure that he will cover a large chunk of land by running around a tree. He started running making wider and yet wider circle in order to encircle a larger chunk of land. His body was literally baked in the hot summer sun. He felt pain all over his body. As he ...

Beauty lies in the heart of the ugly and vice-versa! Beauty lies in the heart of the ugly, And ugly lies in the secret chamber of beauty. Heart of darkness is luminous,  Sun and moon have some spots; good and bad are often contiguous! Fourier in mathematics dissolved any curve, crooked or ugly, Into series of beautiful vibrations in synergic harmony. A reflection in a ditch or gutter reveals the beauty of stars and rainbow, Very often healing and health happens on catharsis of sorrow! However beautiful and great, they have pockets of ugly smallness, A sage is often born on redemption of a spell of sinfulness. Absolute eternal and perfect are idealized in god, To only guide us to move beyond negativity and entropic stress!