Accidents are for others, so thought I.
As I had had driven kilometers two hundred thousand,
I had had bike-rides kilometers two hundred thousand.
Yes, I know now that accidents are not just for others!
As always, it has come unexpectedly.
The cause not mine, the effect totally against me!
The damaged vehicle, the incredible escape,
Sans injuries personal, though money lost,
It is not tragedy, as the episode ending happily!
Yes, accidents are eye openers in many respects. The seat belt helped me from fatal injuries. I have begun using helmet on bike after this…
But I had Continue reading “Accident.”
Love and war have no qualm
Lover and warrior have no calm
Loving, warring for a realm
To kiss the palm or to cut the palm.
Foul and fair never antonyms
In war and love they are synonyms
For the nature is to wage war always
As love is the core of existence.
Arjuna saw no foul to kill kin
When Krsna called it his vocation
Love , life’s, emotion’s avocation
None but the brave can go on to win!
The bloody flower of love and war blooms
Irrespective of the foul, fair scruples.
The Wise, the Intelligent and the Fool.
The mood set in by loneliness in the Apartment in Salmiya, Kuwait appears to have reformed me to philosophical, contemplative temperament. I cannot refer to loneliness alone for the shift from laziness to pensiveness. The shift in mood has also been due to the news from home about the illness of my mother. I was too homesick to sleep for a few days. I was at a loss and suffocated by my incapacity in getting my mom on the phone. For a while I even cursed the moment wherein I had chosen to decide about the Kuwait journey. I thought my presence might have led to her early recovery. See friends, I was in a fix as I couldn’t fly home all on a sudden since the return ticket was on 8th of May and I was otherwise positively bound to discharge the official duty assigned to me by my employer.
This is the time for a bit of philosophical rumination. My mind is preoccupied with ideas on wisdom, intelligence and idiocy. The ideas do not come on their own abruptly in a flash or like a lightning from the heavens. The ideas are formed as seeds…on appropriate terrain it sprouts, grows up into a tree with flowers, fruits which are yet again ready to deliver seeds… The movement is cyclic though the individual entities change. Nature always is cyclic as our own planet which has got an oval shape. Without taking a U-turn we can ultimately come to the point wherefrom we had started. In other words, the starting point and the destination point can be one and the same.
Then what is the soil on which the ideas eventually have dropped on! I really have taken note from my own experience that I am not seriously received by others; I mean according to the merit and desert I think I am eligible for. For example, whenever I use to warn my friends or relatives about the repercussions of taking a particular step they are ordinarily to brush aside my advice. They take the other route and on many occasions they are found to meet with hardships. I have only sympathy for those who disregard me. I am though not happy with their acrimony to me on account of their failures, which were wholly irrespective of me and principally respective of them. With every such mishap and failure they become more and more inimical, as if I were responsible for their misfortunes. In no way was I responsible for their falls. I from my experiences or from the experiences of others have learnt good and bitter lessons of life. These experiences and the lessons therefrom I think I have come to be less foolish. I never though claim myself as wise as only the fools think that they are wise. I am more commonsensical than I was, say, before a decade. I will never claim that I have the rare excellence of commonsense inherent in me. I also hold the view that “common” sense indeed is a rare virtue.
The faculty of predicting the future problems of a particular step is not god given or supernatural. It is, conversely, due to the strength of experiences and the lessons I have learnt therefrom. Then, if so how could I harness the horse of experiences and derive and acquire the rare faculty. Yes I will say: By being silent, listening, memorizing (not mechanical, like a parrot) and by practicing. What I refuse and am reluctant to do is teaching others the lessons I have learnt. I cannot teach lessons of life. One has to undergo himself/herself through the heat and fire, the very ordeal. Only that will bring about the change for the better. Advice is the last option as it is the most hated thing for too many. Of course I do give advices sometimes as clues to avoid future problems for the benefit of the receivers, especially when they are the intimate, close-to-heart ones, despite the invariable aftermath of me becoming the victim of my own good intentions.
As a rule, I am not predisposed to making watertight divisions about human conduct and realities of life, in general. Anyhow, referring to the foregoing paragraph I am venturing to deviate from my nature. I am to make a broad (never watertight!) classification between the Wise, the Intelligent and the Simpleton! The persons who learn lessons from the experience of others is a wise person; the persons who learn experiences from his own experiences are intelligent persons; and those persons who are not even able to learn any lesson from their own experiences are indeed fools! This is not a watertight compartmentalization. Still it is an indicator to fix one’s status.
The reality of life is that no one has walked on earth without falling. Humans have learnt the faculty of standing erect and walking through many a fall. That is why they say, “Failures are Pillars of Success”. Hence, listen silently, patiently, memorize what you have listened to, put into practice the lessons you have learnt from your experience and of the ones of others as well. If you have passed out all the stages successfully you ultimately are qualified to teach the lessons of life to others.
Advice? Me? Yes: why not!
“Never ignore clues, namely, the indicators and signals on the road.”
“Never blame the Postman for a bad letter.”
Dutiful Work and Beautiful Life!
There is the tradition in Ayurveda thereby every treatment is initiated by giving medicine for complete emptying of the bowels. I am purified by Mr. Smirnoff and all the impurities are now out, thanks to the spirits in Mr. Smirnoff. I have a new day at hand in Kuwait. I am quite new to the life and habits here and I, therefore, have to begin afresh. Every Examination day I have to get ready sharply at 7 a.m. when Mr. Tanveer, the staffer of Universal Institute for Private Training, arrives at my apartment in Salmiya which is located near the City Center mall. With no or little sleep during the night and no rest during the last couple of days, I am a bit worn out and shabby in order to take up the job at the Off Campus Center.
By the time I have done all the nippy morning duties Mr. Tanveer has arrived to take me first to the Vegetarian hotel, “Uduppi”. Seeing vada-sambar and Idli my nausea has given way to saliva. After the sumptuous breakfast, by 7.20 we reach the Center. Lo! There are Ms. Fatima, Asha, Danesh to receive me. My first impression is the best impression, especially the warmth, the resourcefulness of Ms. Fatima! The Indian Embassy Officer Mr. SanjivSakalani who is already there with the question paper packets indeed looks like a very friendly person to chat with. Every one of them behaves as experienced experts in their respective duties. There are only a handful of candidates to take the supplementary examinations. I am hurt to note that the regular off campus programs outside the university jurisdiction have been struck down by a far-reaching university order.
I say far-reaching university order, because I, by the very first day itself, have come to experience how earnestly people here are craving for doing courses of M.G (Mahatma Gandhi University, Kottayam). Almost every phone call at the Center is concerning enquiries about joining courses of M.G. The reason is that the people in Kuwait, especially, Indian, Bengali, even middle-east repatriates or expatriates and N.R.I’s prefer M.G. to other Indian universities. They, with reluctance and displeasure, are constrained to join courses of Mysore or Calicut Universities. Now I wonder why M.G. alone follows meticulously the bizarre upshots of litigations while others still continue to run Off Campus institutions beyond their territorial jurisdiction! From my experience in regard to the enthusiasm displayed by the stake-holders to join my university, I have learnt that Mahatma Gandhi University positively enjoys the approbation of the whole world, thanks to its unique name “Mahatma Gandhi”.
The Examination started at 7.30 a.m. (Indian Time- 10 a.m.) and I have completed the related work well in time. Actually everything goes smooth and hassle free, far better than in most of the affiliated colleges of the universities in Kerala. While sitting idle I use to overhear the classes going on there. The classes are apparently engaged by faculty of high quality and experience. I think my guesswork cannot go wrong as their beautiful English, uncompromising pronouncing skills and stylish accent really are quite illuminating their credentials and talents as pedagogue. The picture of reality is far from the overestimated allegations of commercialization and malpractices. It is quite a classified truth that some of the self-financing colleges in Kerala are more commercialized and a few of them reportedly not having qualms even to abet copying malpractices during university examinations. Right from the days of my first acquaintance with Off Campus Institutions in 2004 as section officer of Off Campus Tabulation Section to the date of the promulgation of the recent university order striking down the institutions I never or ever had the slightest apprehension of such an abrupt closure. I constantly had a notion that Off Campus Institutions would stand there as far as the University is there!
With the exception of the above unenviable future prospects of M.G. Off Campus Centers, I am a happy man. The accommodation, food, transportation, etc. are “ash-posh”. My primary concern was my vegetarian ways. This has been well rejoined by the Uduppi Hotel nearby. In short, I have to note that by the first day itself I am on the right track sans any friction or hardship, whatsoever. I look forward to the same degree of rapport and smoothness in the days ahead too in respect of my work and life as well, here in Kuwait. I hope that the first impression which indeed has been the best one will carry on to retaining the same pitch throughout. The work is certainly to be engaged dutifully, the life too is hopefully to be spent, buoyantly, beautifully!
[i] The repercussions of the order are, indeed, far reaching. This may be understood only by knowing the concerns and grievances of the students, alumni and other stake-holders in Kuwait who want to see the retention of the institution as an Off Campus center of Mahatma Gandhi University, Kottayam. I have acquired this collective knowledge through informal chats with the staff here, the students and other visitor. Let me enumerate them, one by one:
- It is reliably learnt that Off Campus Centres of other Indian Universities having recognition of U.G.C. are still conducting Courses/ Programs in Kuwait.
- In today’s world of technological advancement, the question of territorial jurisdiction may not be made a reason for closure of Off Campus Centre of Kuwait, since the world has shrunken to a global village within the World Wide Web. In this respect, it is relevant to note that many of the high profile western universities and a few of the Indian Universities as well have switched over to online mode, rather irrespective of the territorial jurisdiction of the institutions.
Inter alia, it is reported in the media that the Union Government is about to allow six Off Campus institutions to Deemed Universities, though these Universities have no jurisdiction anywhere other than their own campuses.
- The allegation of misuse of Off Campus system is founded on the prejudiced notion that there possibilities for commercialization and dilution of education in Off Campus stream. The authorities appear to be under the misconception that there are examination malpractices in Off Campus institutions. Regarding the expenses for undergoing studies in the Off Campus centre in Kuwait I can honestly tell that the expenses here are less, when compared with other educational institutions in Kuwait.
Regarding the alleged malpractices in Inter National Off Campus Centers I am of the view that there is a fool proof system which is capable of making malpractices well nigh a matter of impossibility. This is so because here the University examinations are conducted under the supervision of the Indian Embassy. The Chief Superintendent is invariably a high profile official from the Embassy, the Additional Superintendent is a senior Faculty of Mahatma Gandhi University or from colleges affiliated to the University and the Administrative Superintendent is one of the experienced Senior Staffers of the University.
- As mentioned earlier, the majority of students and aspirants here are originally from places which are well within the territorial jurisdiction of Mahatma Gandhi University. When the Indian Government is earnestly extending all succor to N.R.I’s and even seriously thinking about granting them the right to participate in elections, it is an unjust and untimely backtracking decision to close down the Off Campus Centre on flimsy and nonexistent grounds.
- Many of the Indians working in Kuwait have come here by depriving themselves of their academic advancement as they were forced to discontinue their studies in India to earn a livelihood in Kuwait. Off Campus Centers did provide them a chance to resume their education from the scratches.
- There are facilities for Indians here to pursue studies upto Plus Two level. Thereafter, especially for girl students, the chance for U.G/higher education is getting dim as the expenses are higher and that the educational institutions and their affiliations may be even bogus ones. Besides, the parents do not prefer to send the girl students to hostels of such not so reliable institutions.
I was awaiting the digital announcement in the LED light box for the final call to board the Jet Air bound for Kuwait, at the ChatrapatiShivaji International Airport in Mumbai, which was scheduled to depart at 5.55 pm on 10th April, 2016. I had undergone the emigration procedure and checking in time. I had no stress to board the plane bound to Kuwait where I am deputed by my office to conduct examinations. The announcement flashed in digital lights and I shot up and joined the queue, in no time. The airport was in silent mode to reduce sound pollution. To my surprise I found myself the last one in the queue, despite all my vigilance.
We all moved slowly to the Jet Air and climbed up into the craft. It was quite a big one. There were small T.V’s (or Tabs?) in front of every seat. As usual the crew members, one male and the other female, beautifully and graciously performed their safety demonstration. I fastened the seat belt as the plane was about to take off. For the first time I was to travel beyond the barriers of my mother India. I saw the mansions, the skyward flats, and the slums beneath…The hell and the heaven mixed up….The beauty and ugliness of Mumbai was visible from the heights. The urban scenes gave way to blue waters. Yes, I was over the seas and I need just cross over it to reach the Gulf. The plane took a firm forward punch. The altitude was shown as above 10 K.M. The temperature was around minus fifty. All this was quite new knowledge to me.
The plane appeared to have settled in regard to its altitude. It flashed fast, though it appeared motionless. I saw clouds moving past me. The earth with its greenery and waters was not visible to our naked eyes. The crew seemed in a hurry to finish their work early…A bonny, long, lean lass came through the alley, serving food. I just made a survey of the two passengers who had sat on my either side. The one on the left seemed to me having the mannerisms of a Keralite. To verify my surmise I asked him where he was from. His reply was in Trissur Malayalam. “ Sir, I am from Mala and my name is Biju”. Without any further introduction he asked me if I would take liquor. I said,” Once in a bluemoon, Yes…” “Sir, The girl serves liquor to passengers, Smirnoff, sir, Smirnoff!” he said. He went on to ask me if I was not taking liquor let him have my share too. On this I had my mind taking a U-turn. Though I was really not prepared to consume liquor, I began to rethink as and when he had asked for my share. I was not to let him have my share. “Nay man, I too want a peg”, I said. He helped me with getting the liquor with sprite. For the second time he went upto the crew girl with request for another peg…He had one peg in my name too. I gave him half of my second peg. I just drank it up in one motion…Mind my friends, I was without food quite for a long time. The liquor had begun to show its character. I was in hilarious mood. I and Biju began to talk louder. We shared our views; we had become friends as if of very long acquaintance. I was still sober to realize that liquor was the real socialist who had the power to merge gaps and inequalities in society. Had I and Biju remained there sans taking liquor, we would have kept our tongue-tied till the very end of the journey.
After liquor we were supplied with many other delicious dishes, the tastes of them were not felt exactly… There were the dessert, the salad of fruits and vegetables and beverages too. The liquor, the food, the Air Condition all had caused my brains to take a blissful sojourn in the lap of nap. The announcement for landing precautions roused me from the slumber. The plane touched the land with a big roaring din. I am about to land on a foreign land for the first time in my life! Immediately on arrival I went upto the queue to collect my luggage. I was there for one hour to reach the counter. When I reached there I was told to first get my VISA first. I went to collect the VISA and I got it stamped for immigration by the Kuwaity authorities. I had many doubts in my mind. Hesitantly I asked the Kuwaity woman in the counter regarding the next steps. The woman looked up with scorn and I think she had softly muttered, “out”. I had the first incident of humiliation on a foreign soil. I felt the same feeling as Gandhiji had felt at the Pretoria railway station when he was thrown out from the train because of being an Indian, a coloured man. For getting my luggage I had again to stand in the queue for yet another hour. By the time Mr. Tanveer who had come to the Airport got upset for not having any word from me. My friend Hareesh also was there.
I went out of the Airport which was never a match to the one in Mumbai. MrTanveer and Harish were together awaiting me and were relieved to see me. Harish gave me 100 Kuwaiti Dinar for incidental expenses as I had only Indian currency with me. I and Harish bade adieu with promise to meet in week-end. I went with Tanveer by car to my lodgings. As soon as I reached the room I had rushed into the bathroom to vomit whatever I had taken in the plane. The salad, the rice, the dessert, the beverages all went out. I thought I would die as never had I in my life vomited. As for me vomiting seemed impossibility prior to this. I vomited and vomited till nothing remained in my stomach. The nausea was there still. I was curious to see Mr. Tanveer off. He went out in confusion. I was relieved that now I could vomit unseen and unnoticed… Again and again I vomited. I felt penitent for taking the one and a half peg of Smirnoff. I could have given that to Biju. I did not give it to him maybe because I had a feeling that it was my rightful due and that I should not part with that. I was also learning from this experience that whatever was given for free or on discount should not be taken for granted unless and until I really was in need of it. The liquor alone might not have led to this plight; there could be other reasons too…
From the above narration you are not to have the misconception that I drink occasionally. Of course I do not drink occasionally. I drink only once in a blue moon! By this bitter experience with liquor I am further gone farther from liquor. The warning, ’liquor is injurious to health’ is not merely letters of ritualistic, statutory character; conversely it is literally true that liquor is really injurious to health. I am looking forward to a world sans liquor… Intoxication has to really come from within, from one’s own inner self, as everybody has the innate potential to experience the Spiritual Intoxication. You need just to allow the mind to avail the time for fermentation with patience. You will be rewarded.
EVER REWARDING FATE!
If there is a desire there is bound to have a way to fulfill it. A desire shall never be allowed to tone up to the extremity of an infatuation. Even without getting to the disturbing level of obsession, I am endowed with the bounty I may not even deserve. I am given more than my due. I am not avaricious, though I do not hesitate to take whatever comes to me naturally. Others may term it as lack of direction, but I prefer to call it the faith in fate. I am patient and willing to wait for the opportune moment to fulfill my desires as and when they come by, one by one. With this patient waiting the fate rewards me chances slowly but surely. Fate is not an antagonist; conversely it is a protagonist, at least as for me. So you may ask the question, ‘then you have no role to play in your selection of choices (chances)?’ Yes, I do take the necessary steps as soon as the fate shows the all-important clue to proceed with the chance. I never show my back to the clue of fate. This has rescued me a lot from committing blunders, falling in pitfalls. This permanent, patient, alert, vigilant waiting for the clues of fate has rewarded me with umpteen opportunities as well.Hence, as for me fate is both corrective and progressive a force to reckon with, for accomplishing a fruitful life.
Going abroad and that too airborne had been my cherished dream for quite a long time. I have accidentally struck with the chance of going abroad by air. See the felicity of Fate in fetching me the coveted chance! I never snatch a chance from the hands of Fate; conversely chances are handpicked for me by fate from time to time. Lo! Listen to me for a while how the vicissitudes of Fate converge upon someone like me, in what all strange ways!!!In my office as I was searching for the examination results of the students, I came across the University order inviting willingness for deputation to international off campus centres to conduct examinations in the Gulf region. It was 4.15 pm, and that I had to personally hand over the willingness to the concerned office before 4.45. I got a print out and filled within no time, got the counter signature of my superior. Only 25 minutes to cover 10 K.M. It is not possible by bus. To my pleasant surprise I saw Somanathan Sir about to leave. I ran unto him and he showed great interest in taking me to the destination. Later my willingness got accepted and I was able to leave for Kuwait on 10th April 2016 from Cochin Airport at 9.05 am.
Lo! See me standing there in the majestic Cochin International airport sans any idea or knowledge about the etiquettes and formalities of air travel! Of course I had to yield to nervousnessa bit, the nervousness in the anticipation of the unknown. Fortunately, there was nothing untoward; the checking was hassle free and it passed off smoothly as the personnel there were all cordial. The transit from one counter to the other was so natural that I could not feel stress of any degree. As I had heard the final call to proceed to board the flight, my heart beat began to mount. After I got in it got subsided to normalcy. The safety demonstration of the crew was lively and gracious. It did make my mind calm. I fastened the belt. I expected I would be given cotton to stop my ears. But nothing happened. I was expecting some bitter nausea like experience during takeoff and while climbing up the burgeoning heights. Within a few minutes the plane was at an altitude of 3 K.M. After some time it climbed up to 7-8K.M. altitude. I checked with the temperature, it was below -3o. I was warned about the cloud collision, but fortunately I experienced none. To speak the truth I had no experience of air sickness and I found it a pleasurable experience altogether.
One more thing I have to tell. The Jet Air flight was not a direct one to Kuwait. It was a domestic one taking me first to Mumbai. In the meantime the crew member gave me breakfast with dish including sambar-vada, salad, tea, biscuits etc. I was prepared to take a peg, if it was for free…I did not see them provide liquor, anyhow. I found it too difficult to dine with fork and knife. Still somehow I could take food using them in a messy manner. The announcement for landing had resounded in my ears. The plane landed exactly at 11.05 a.m.with a thundering sound and it sped fast through the runway quite some distance. I was there at the ChatrapatiShivaji International Airport in Mumbai for the first time. It looked quite stupendous in size and looks. It was neat, silent and smooth to walk around. The connection flight was to take off only at 5.55 p.m. I was nervous about spending the long time and also about the emigration procedure. I left everything for fate but with constant vigilance on the clues emanating from the Goddess of Fate. The airport was so ravishing to the eyes that the time for the connection flight looked not enough to completely relish its grandeur. I spent the time in such a worthwhile and pleasant way that I could not even reach at the right time for checking and emigration clearance. I was ready and waiting curiously for my second journey on air and of course my maiden international areal excursion!
Anyone reading my post is likely to wonder why I attach this much importance to my maiden flight journey to a foreign country. The fact of the matter of attaching this much importance is thanks to the reality that unless I have travelled this time I would not have travelled abroad in the near future. Now I believe that this is a good beginning that will take me to the better ends…I am patiently, vigilantly awaiting, listening to the clues of fate to avail the next bounty or to avert the next heartbreak as these clues could turn out to be the turning point in life.
The other day the neighbor maid while sweeping the courtyard accidentally and unawares picked a snake mistaking it for some natural waste. Realizing the reality she threw the wriggling thing instantaneously with a sharp shrill. It was 7’o clock and my wife was about to depart for her workplace.She turned around to hear the strident voice and took a cudgel to strike the snake. The snake was lying still on the ground as the rough ground was too uncomfortable for it to move on. I was in a quandary, whether to strike or not was the question pestering me. I snatched the cudgel from her and commanded her to leave .
It was there a matter of prestige and pride for me.If I did not strike then all my esteem and prestige would have vanished into the thin air. My inner voice stood against killing any living being.The external pressure of circumstances, at last, had the last word. For the first time in my life I was about to kill a living thing.(exceptions:mosquito, ants,very small insects and micro-organisms)My mind was unwilling, hands shivering still circumstances trigger me to commit killing in cold blood. I struck with the cudgel right on the hood of he snake. There was no need of another thump. Its tail till wagged. I closely examined the being to know that It carried all the traits of viper.
As for me the event turned the morning rather a moody,murky one. The scene of the wagging tail, wide open mouth of the reptile really had made me sick. The sick mind was not just thanks to the ugliness of the being but comprehensively due to the compunction heaved from the empathy with another living being which also had felt the same pain (any human would have felt) when it was thumped with a cudgel.After all, why humans turn inimical to snakes.His very reflex action is but killing the poor being. In the instant case the reptile was lying on the ground helplessly trying to get out of the rough patches..the maid picking it up inadvertently…. It is striking that the reptile did not strike. In spite of all the curtsy it was mercilessly attacked and killed. Now I understand that mostly the cause of violence is fear. The snakes hiss, bite humans; the humans kills them at the very sight…all this conduct grounded on fear and prejudices.
By any standard killing a snake may be a trivial thing. But as for me it looked like a deviation from my real nature. I have been unacquainted with ways of violence. Nonviolence was there in my blood.Yes, the stress on AHIMSA has been there in my blood, handed down from generations..My mom,Dad,their parents and all their forefathers were supposed to be Swaathikas or good natured, nonviolent people.They were pure vegetarians too! Are we all good natured just because we are pure vegetarians? Are all the ill natured people are so just because they eat non vegetarian food? Does food effect character? If so things would have been easier to reform criminals! The reality is that the seed and the Terrain do equally contribute to the formation of character.I am a pure vegetarian, still I do not think that I am nonviolent to all living beings because of this. Conversely I am a vegetarian due to my nonviolent traits. I have been so from the seed, from the homely terrain. The fact may be that I hold firm to the view that I am part of the whole world, nay! the whole universe where every living being is uniquely entitled to its life and share of resources.It is not just the survival of the fittest…it is the survival of the fittest who can survive the mutations and adapt themselves to the new challenges. Those who cannot adapt will wither away to oblivion.The term ‘fittest’, therefore, cannot be equated with muscle power.
The killing of the snake and the surrounding thoughts have revisited my mind at the glimpse of the sad visage of my young daughter, Surya. She was stunned to see a the sad spectacle of a dying cat. The cat carried no bleeding injury. It was weak and had limped upto her and then collapsed before her…She had to witness the demise of the cat.The sight had stirred her mind…The feeling of empathy rose high and there were tears in her eyes. After a few words of wisdom I could relieve her of the intense feeling of grief. I was happy to see that my daughter literally takes after me in showing empathy to all living beings as I had taken after all my forefathers. Conversely it is the powerful expression of moral courage. It is never a frailty. My vegetarianism too has deep roots into the soil of moral courage which activates me to choose nonviolent life in every respect, at any cost.
Hence he answer is that the inability is rooted in moral courage and not grounded on the ineptitude of cowardice.The moral courage not to commit violence or an offence which is harmful to other living beings is not there just because of one’s food habits. A person, a vegetarian, may be incapable of perpetrating physical violence on others; but at the same time he may be a person who has no qualms to mentally harass others and that he may have no scruple to commit any sin. Food habits have, therefore, no role in evolving one’s character. The three forms of violence, violence of mind, words and physical deed, are equally harmful to the victims. A perpetrator of violence of the first two types are in no way of lesser culpability than the third one.
I’m a beneficiary of this gift of our ancient heritage…
The richness of the bliss handed down by the sage
Made invisible to us by those who kept us in seige
The Great Man Modiji has regained our lost visage!
He helps us recover our lost lustre in history page!
The great United Nations was made to cheer Yoga
Dear Modi could make twenty first July Day of Yoga!
The insu!ts of seculars offset with pride of Yoga!
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Repeat with left knee bent and trunk turning to left.
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