footwear care outside the  rayara mutta at Kachiguda.
footwear care outside the rayara mutta at Kachiguda.

Like a true Udupi -ite last Thursday I went to the “rayara matta” at Hyderabad, this was the sight that greeted me, I left my footwear outside and walked in, when I came out a girl popped from nowhere and demanded money for the footwear I shooed her away… but it made me think

We were to go to Kumbhashi, that is between Kota and Kundapura. Ratna doddamma got into the car bare foot, my brother very diligently reminded her “doddamma, mettu” that is wear your footwear, but she flashed one of her warm, smiles, and told him,”I am not wearing it, after all once we go to the temple we will be leaving it behind in the car, so whats the big deal, why do I need chappals in the car.”

I remember leaving our foot wear in the vegetable vendors shop across the “Raghavendra Swamy mutt” at the Udupi Rathabeedi. I remember people requesting the general hangers on the temple patio to keep an eye on their footwear and a courtesy would either give them a portion of Prasad, usually a banana or discreetly slip a coin.  Eventually there was this young boy who would constantly be told to keep a watch and he would be slipped in a  20 paisa with inflation one rupee coin.  Then came a stage where he began demanding money, this could be simply because he did not want to take responsibilities for temple goes are notorious for looking out for bargains or freebies or he wanted a fair energy exchange.

Simple act of addressing a need gave rise to an enterprise, last when I saw the kid, well a middle-aged man now, he had a portable stall with innumerable pigeon hole shelves and he charged 5 rs. per pair of shoes, and 10/- for a mobile.

Someday we might even see, a book online, ”paaduka seve,” where you book your pigeon hole in advance and deposit your footwear, premium “Paaduka seva” would include water to wash your feet when you come out of the temple and at Platinum cards you can dry your feet too.

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Traditionally we do not wear footwear into a place of worship. The Sikhs have a beautiful, bee hole structure where people place their foot wear a token is given to them after their worship they return the token and pick up the foot wear. This service is for free.

Universal Awakening.

There is a rippling and tipping towards universal awakening. Have noticed how this is happening in an ever increasing speed.

As we travelled around the hinterland of Maharashtra or even along the coast of Karnataka and Goa there visible movements towards spiritual awakening. Particularly among the young.  It is kind of scary if it booms the other way.  But as of now, it is like that snow ball perched on top of the mountain that has the potential to become huge by just rolling down the mountain and gathering more snow. In a short time it could become a force to reckon with.

When I look back on history, be it the freedom movement or the Modi wave, it looks like we humans are like the snow ball when it comes to exchanging energy and vision and no matter how few people are involved in the beginning there is a potential for massive change. As consciousness seekers we are in the midst of this process and it’s amazing to see people we thought might never come around to awakening up to their truth.

Coming to think of it, we are a point in human history where we can count our blessing for being present.  Humanity seems to be at a tipping point as more and more individuals open their minds and change their ways.

People are more aware of environment, people are spiritually awakening, and sometimes both are happening. People are taking responsibility in shaping the community and preserving the community.  This change is consciousness is sweeping everywhere; there is awareness that there is more to our lives than what meets the eye. People seem to have the awareness and energy to break through the old and rigid way of seeing things and move to a new way of being in the world. This was a much needed way of being.  This ripple seems to collect and attain the power to reach and open many minds.

Looks like the scale is tipping to allow the higher consciousness to prevail and empower each of us to individually awaken ourselves and others to bring humanity to that point with the smallest of actions. Each time we move in the direction of our dreams and vision we can visualize another small pebble dropping into the pond or another gold weight on the scale and rippling and tipping our way to universal awakening.

Byomakesh Bakshi .. Move over the 10th Unknown is here.

Byomakesh  Bakshi .. Move over the 10th Unknown is here.

Book Review The tenth Unknown debut Novel of author Jvalant Nalin Sampat. Genre is Historic thriller, ISBN978-81-89738-97-6 publishers Niyogi books

A soothing book set in the terminal stage of the British Raj. The world war is on; Hitler has laid his hands on an ancient Indian text and utilized this. The book is the first of the nine books of knowledge left behind by Emperor Asoka asking the nine unknown men to protect it.

The Germans and British are both after it. While the nine guardians are too old to protect it they nominate Prithvi Rathode to do the dirty job for them, each time Prithvi reaches the spot, he loses the book to the British agent Youdale. And the repercussions of the book manifest as the Hiroshima disaster and other major disasters of the post world war World. He also has references to the lesser known freedom fighting movements like the Ghadhar party.

The book made me realize the issues of the subcontinent has remained the same, misplaced loyalty like the officer Pandey, compliancy like the nine unknowns who became an old coffee club of senior citizens instead of guardians of a secret. There is also the pattern of not letting or hanging on, somewhere we Indians seemed to have forgotten vanaprastha.

Author holds the knowledge of nine books as the key of world disasters, and the inability of the nine defenders to defend it.  Of course the

The 9 unknowns are supposed to have supported Akbar, Shivaji, Marathas then Tippu; it was quite interesting especially when the author claims Tippu was secular when evidences are that he was pseudo-secular. The Qutub Minar is cited as the evidence of the book of alchemy.

The author has woven real people into  fiction like Robert Oppenheimer, Subhas Chandra Bose, princess Noor the granddaughter of Tippu Sultan and of course JRD Tata.

Though the author could have taken a little more care about the language I

Liked the focus pace and lack of unnecessary frills including a sickening romance.

A must read for all history buffs.

About the author—Jvalant nalin Sampat, currently distributes high end auto and home leather products, through Karlsson Leather   and owns CrossPollinate a Mumbai based CSR consultancy.  He has a major IT and a liberal arts concentration in English, from Rochester Institute of technology NY and MBA from Copenhagen business school Copenhagen

Other books on the 9 unknowns…

whats listening to my heart?

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#DilkadealOnSnapdeal. To me, following my heart was to spontaneously without any inhibition to perform that gesture so when Blogadda, asked us to share magical moments  there were quite few, popped up, nothing very dramatic where I had a epiphany or moments of serenity they were just small moments. Then I just looked up what following my heart meant. That’s how this blog came. To follow ones heart by the definition of urban dictionary is to be aware of your feelings and let them guide you.  Our feelings are there, so what we could do is to try to understand them rather than suppress them. Often we tend to make decisions based on what our logic tells us to do. But logic is not everything in life, listening to the heart is about listening to our hearts is about listening to our needs. When we feel something in our heart there is a message there. Sometimes this is in the form of gut feeling or a hunch. Listening to our  heart can be most important when we need to make important life decision where logic is not the issue. But when our own happiness is at stake. As I read this the magic, the empowerment of doing something spontaneously without pondering just went up the air. Suddenly I became the brooding contemplating and in a manner of speaking slightly calculating too. What I forget is that life consists of small everyday experiences and it is those experiences that happiness is made of. A walk in the park, a smile of my baby, a beautiful sunrise, unexpected compliment from a stranger.. The little moments that counts the most My grandmother had once told me, when number of voices speak at the same time listen to the one most quiet and gentle. That’s the one listening to. We were doing this play with the children of the remand home. The play was rather serious, and everyone busy trying to get the kids involved.  Something within me told me that this was not what the kids wanted.  Out of the blue I just declared, we are not doing the play that we planned but we are work one out on our own. Initially kids were hesitant. Gradually they opened up. They came up with acts and we supplied them with songs, since it was impromptu we sang along.  We used coconut shells for music and everything was making shift. At the end of the workshop the kids  turned round to the organizer and said, “ for the first time, someone listened to our stories, we want to thank doctor madam for taking the time to sing for us, and not use a tape, we felt we were accepted” to the date I do not know what pushed me to do that. But five years later today when I see the two kids in the school of performing arts I feel happy.snapdeal At the end of this I have- come to conclude that listening to my heart, is to do something spontaneously without actually even listening to my heart, but to trust that the universe will take care of me.

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A moment of connect.

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It was a hot afternoon in Hyderabad.

The auto stopped at a signal, and I  gazed around next to me was an auto with a family a father mother and a child of about 8yrs. She was drinking water. As she looked at me, I smiled, she turned self consciously the  other way.

The second signal she was drinking water again.

At the third her bottle was empty. Her mother was obviously annoyed and taking her to task in Telgu  the child  was looking at me, she looked so thirsty, and hassled I picked up a tetra pack of  a fruit juice that I had and handed it to her , she flashed a lovely smile and merrily attacked the tetra pack. Not for a moment did she  hesitate here she was accepting a drink from a stranger that too in signal, the signal could change any moment causing her to lose the drink.

It was a fleeting moment but yes there was that connect. The girl with lovely big eyes and spontaneous smile brightened my entire day.

When Blogadda invited to share a story when I followed my heart, this story just popped up to me. There was no soul searching, conflicts or nail biting moment. It was one of those moments that the universe gifts us, a moment of unadulterated spontaneity.

It was as if Life beckoned,” hey there,  pull up  a chair, take a taste, come join us. Life is so endlessly delicious.”

In a  few seconds the child gave me a gift, though I handed her the drink, I received the gift, when she allowed me to give her the drink .  It was  revisiting the space where life is for loving, sharing, learning smiling, caring, forgiving, laughing hugging, helping dancing wondering, healing and even more loving.  It was the moment the universe made me realize I had a choice, to live my life in never ending planning, goal setting, and frustration or live my life such a way that when I get out  of bed in the morning the devil says.”Aw shit he’s up.”

snapdealThis moment was nothing like the one in Tagore’ Kabuliwallah where Minnie’s father cuts down the wedding expenses to unite a father with his daughter,. Nor  was  it the altruistic sharing of the pending tea,  Pending tea works, like this, I go to a restaurant that offers pending tea facility I drink   my tea, and pay of another, this extra payment sponsors a needy person’s tea. This was a pure and simple impulsive gesture

To me impulsive means foolish. Yet if a person is not a little impulsive, they do not have a pulse. It has a charm of its own, just like deliberation has its appeal. Think about this each time we say hello to a stranger our heart  acknowledges over and over again that we are all family.

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Ridiculing is not funny.

Not Funny

Faking news is one of my favourite sites, and by and large they are quite amusing.

Here is faking news that had me thinking, not about the news but to the reactions that people have. I wonder where the thin line between ridiculing and being funny is.

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The tone of the article was that Golgappawallah’s should not speak English… why not? If the education system has gone so bad, that one cannot find a course of one’s liking even with a 97% it is quite ridiculous. People coming out of IIT’s are either exported or are burn outs.

What came across to me is the mind set, our preconceived notions … again it’s not the article I am talking about, it is the comments that it has drawn.

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“Golgappa institute of engineering and technology?” this is supposed to be funny, I do get the point it is ridiculous that one does not know the difference between engineering technology and food and nutrition technology. But salivating over the over prized golgappa on Master Chef is cool, but the humble golgappawallah is not acceptable.

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The other dig was on IIN, again, my dear urban elite literate uneducated intelligentsia, if i-versity and coursera are acceptable what is wrong with IIN? People learn, as long as learning occurs without mugging in the various tuitions and coaching classes what the heck matters.

Maybe it is time that we all sat up and introspected at the typecasting and the prejudices we harbour. What I did find appalling is that these are people who have commented are supposed to be young and aren’t the young supposed to break barriers.

Way of the word warrior

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Rest in peace–Washiquir –image. courtesy Internet


Here rest the Warrior of Words, may his soul rest in peace.

30th march a Bangladeshi Blogger, Washiqur Rahman was hacked to death. He wrote under the pseudonym Washiqur Babu and Kutshit Hasher Chhana that translates to ugly ducklying. He was considered a progressive thinker. He has been contributing to the blog site

Being the voice of the unheard is quite an onus.

As  a species we no more stand in the middle, in every a every aspect of our life we have deliberately or by conditioning  of birth, education, environment allowed ourselves to stand on one bank of life with some intolerance of those who were foolish enough to choose or be lead to stand on the other. Thus we are male or female, old or young, or east or west. by temperament we are introvert or extrovert, leaders of followers, all for action or striving rather to be. It surely follows that we should be more tolerant of the other fellow, equally right/wrong and less swift to judge him with our ignorant, lop-sided view and definite disapproval. In any event, do we have to express an opinion, presume to judge? I do not know. But I do  know if  the freedom of speech is taken away, then dumb and silent we may be lead, like sheep to the slaughter.

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Once any power centre is committed to the principle of silencing the voice of the other, it has only one way to go and that is down the path of increasingly repressive measure, until it becomes a source of terro to all concerned. It creates a country where everyone lives in fear. The best way to oppress a community, is to subdue the freeness of speech.

Because if you don’t stand up for the stuff you don’t like, when they come for the stuff you do like, you’ve already lost.” 
 Neil Gaiman