yes, it is you yourself.

Now he got something to start with. He is excited. But how to find the two ‘i’s? However hard the thought he couldn’t figure out which are the two ‘i’s. That happened when he met another saffron clad exactly at the same and time and place he met a saffron clad the other day, a day not long ago, and the saffron clad asked him – at least you know one ‘i’ ?

He replied – yes

Saffron – which one?

He pointed to his body and said – this one.

But the Saffron disagreed – you have begun this inquiry since the death of your Father, when you realised your Father was not the body of the Father which you yourself had cremated at the famous ‘Harishchandra ghat’ as not your real Father. Had that been your real Father you would not have burned it.

This reminder disturbed him. He really got worried. Did i burn my Father?

Now he felt he is back to square one.

As he stood blinking, the saffron clad asked him to check his mind and disappeared.

From the next moment onward he began chasing the mind. Now he could feel that there could be two minds. One mind chasing another mind. One mind looking at another mind which is worried, happy, peaceful.

He felt good. He is reaching somewhere. And he went to sleep. Had dreams. One was scary. That awoke him.

Rest of the night he couldn’t sleep. And now he became more confused. And as if seeking a providential intervention he tried his luck by walking through the market to the beach as he always did to get Lady Luck in his favour. And Lady Luck did strike him. Another new saffron clad accosted him, asked him – in a day how many states of existence you go through?

He counted. One was definitely the present waking state. Then in sleep and in dreams. Three.

Saffron – confirmed?

He – yes. Three.

Saffron smiled and disappeared.

Now he felt, he is stuck with the three states. But now he had work to do.

Analyse the different states of existence.

He wondered why while in a dream when he was very thirsty and literally wandering about hunting for water, the water he had kept beside him before going to sleep wasn’t useful! And again the other day he dreamt of owning up the entire portion of the city but on waking he realised that he didn’t even have an inch of place in that city. And during deep sleep all his worries too slept along with him and rose up alongwith him.

Now his suspicion grew. Somethings aren’t gelling well. Things are patchy. And all his friends who were Nobel Laureates in various sciences washed their hands off from stating anything clear and firm with regards to these topics.

He realised that he has to depend upon the saffron clads for any definitive answers.

That day too he ventured out through the market to the beach and met this saffron clad who told him – find the ‘turIyam’. Before he could ask him for more details handed him a slip and literally ran away and got lost in the surging crowds in the market. But he was happy that he has now a goal to live for – find ‘turIyam’.

Since then he tried his luck meeting more saffron clads. Lady Luck was always kind to him and he did meet new saffron clads whenever the took a walk through the market to the beach. And every time he befriended all of them simply asked him only one thing – did you find ‘turIyam’, the fourth? Before he could ask them how, they all vanished without a trace. Once he engaged a few to stop the saffron clad from running away but to no avail! They were too fast and nimble footed. Becoming cleverer he once got enough people with sacks big enough to catch them the moment they turn around to run. But that time they simply ducked, swirled 360 degrees and simply walked away and got lost in the crowds that surged in the market. Being very influential this time he ordered the markets to remain closed and empty till he completes his walk to the beach. The saffron clads were sadly missing this time giving him heart burns, palpitations and terrible itching all over the body. But his desire to know the ‘turiiyam’ began to become too intense for him to bear.

Next day he decided to not let the saffron clad disappear. He was decisive. So the moment he was joined by a saffron clad he held his hand firmly and repeated the question – how to find the ‘turIyam’? Throwing him out of gear, the saffron clad instead of running away simply hugged him, looked into his eyes and with tears in his eyes, simply confirmed – yes, it is you yourself.

The gravity of that declaration is yet to sink into his psyche.

ritualists’ paradox

Hi,

‘Don’t ask me at what time he goes to sleep’, was the condition she put forwards before the interview. It was fine with  everybody. 

So he gets up at 2’o clock in the early morning? Also you can say, late night. That was fine with everybody. The he begins his ‘puja’. 

After taking a bath?

Since that was a positive presumption silence prevailed. But it lead to a few questions. Like, did he attend to morning personal hygiene etc. After all those doubts were cleared the answer to the question – tell us exactly what happened. 

That’s when she wept bitterly. To those who tried to solace her she said- i know, i know. 

And that’s how this – ‘ i know, i know’ became the mysterious statements. And it took many a millennia to resolve that ubiquitous statement.

She said – i vividly remember. That day he simply refused to do the ‘puja’. He was all set. The cold was minus 10 or so. It wasn’t snowing, though. The rooms were kept at 22 degrees. He seemed to be confused. I was wondering why. 

It took another millennia for me to fathom that confusion. 

And it’s called the ‘ritualists’ paradox’.  

That’s what he titled the paper he submitted at the UN that had specially convened a general assembly. In hindsight, it’s simple. Carrying two contradictory mindsets at the same time. More than one person, asked the ‘puRva paksha’, aka PP. At that time, when the question was asked, i thought it was okay; but later i realized that it was a dumb question. Any ways  for that period between ignorance and enlightenment, it was a natural predicament. A person cannot have contradictory statuses identified as one’s self  parallelly.  
That day, i still go back to that cold morning. He was all set to begin his ‘puja’ but was frozen in time and space. Sympathizing i too was frozen along with. 
He told me later when he and me together went for an umpteenth honey moon in the straits of Messina – that moment was hardly an hour away from what i had heard from the ‘Rishis’ of the Great Himalayas that i was a ‘dehaatmavaadi’ with respect to my eligibility to perform the ‘puja’ and at the same time i was also a ‘jiivaatma vaadi’ as i was doing the ‘puja’ for a benefit that would accrue to me as ‘punnyam’ that would fetch me a better life after death. 

 And when i showed him the photograph of his parents, both having passed away a few decades before, tears rolled down his eyes and he accepted that the statuses were different though , they were identified from two different points of view- one as paroksham and the other as aparoksham. 

In fact it is this that the general public should be aware of. And it was with this intention he wrote the thesis, submitted, gained a doctorate and continued to occupy the top echelons of the Government even until and after his death, through his progenies, which is still continuing even to this moment and which, the public, as they are asses with respect to matters like these, continue to accept as the right thing to do. Hope now the world, meaning the masses understand that it’s a status a ‘jnaani’ will have to manage as he stays in the ‘grihasthaashrama’, thanks to the vociferous promotion Lord Krishna did in ‘Bhagavad Gita’.

ANY ACTION can

HARI AUMLike ‘Govardhan puja’ was a reinterpretation of the way things were looked upon, ‘Bhagavan’ in ‘his’ most caring style has put a string of such powerful messages in ‘Gita’ which effectively helps one to integrate the trails of spirituality in one’s own worldly paths. 
In the introduction of BG Ch. 3 Swami Chinmayanandaji says:
“….for his spiritual evolution – which no doubt has been fully accepted as the goal of existence – it is not possible for him to indulge in ritualism, unless he deserts his post of duty.
If ritualism alone was the Path, all people, at all times, would never be able to employ themselves for the Highest Goal of life. In the ‘Gita’, therefore, we have an expansion of the idea indicated in the Vedas. 
Krishna, in His divine declaration gives the sanction that ANY ACTION can be a glorious SACRIFICE, if only it is undertaken with the required purity of motive, with a spirit of surrender, and with the deep emotion of love. “
NARAYANA NARAYANA NARAYANA

We Are Not Our Minds but we are…

Hi,We Are Not Our Minds.
Most of us believe that we don’t have control over our thoughts. To demonstrate the fallacy of this belief, take a look at the following exercise.

EXERCISE Take a moment to think of an ice cream cone. Think of the type of cone, the kind of ice cream, the number of scoops, the toppings, if any. Now stop thinking of the ice cream cone. Instead, think of a puppy—the twinkle in the puppy’s eyes, the wagging tail, the squeals of delight, the excitement, the playfulness.

Were you able to do it? If so, you have just proven that you have control of your thoughts. You were able to stop what you were thinking to think about the ice cream cone. You were also able to stop thinking about the ice cream cone and begin thinking about the puppy. 
You can see that you are not your thoughts, and you are not your mind. You are in control of your mind. You chose to think about the ice cream cone. You chose to think about the puppy. 
You are the observer, the witness, the watcher, and the user of your mind and your thoughts. 
Our minds are tools, just as a computer is a tool. They perform many functions: observing, sensing, storing, retrieving, and relaying information. 
We are not computers. We are not our brains. We are not the tools. 
We are the ones using the tools. 
In each moment, we are perfectly able to watch our thoughts. We can catch a thought, look at it, and determine whether or not it is empowering and constructive. In each moment, we have the ability to choose what to do with the thought. 
Do we identify with or attach to the thought and let it rule our world? Do we let the thought go? Or, do we take the moment to say to our brains – ‘Thanks for sharing’, and choose thoughts that move us in a direction that serves our purpose? 
I have observed that many of us spend much of our lives fused with the reptilian portion of our brains, the oldest and most primitive brain structure, and consequently experience a great amount of pain and suffering. 
Have you ever been alone at night and heard an unexpected noise? 
When you heard the noise, did you stop to listen intently? At that moment, and with amazing speed, your hypothalamus, which is inside the limbic system of the brain, made a decision on your next course of action and provided you with three choices: fight, flight, or freeze. 
Without self-awareness, when we hear or see something that is different than what we expect, our brains present us with same choices. 
We may choose to argue, make defensive or offensive comments, rant, or rave (fight). Or we may choose to avoid a situation by leaving, denying, or ignoring it (flight). Perhaps we experience shock and do nothing (freeze). 
In fact, when this portion of the brain is activated, the limbic system takes over, and the part of our brain that plans,

You are the observer, the witness, the watcher, and the user of your mind and your thoughts

Our brains are tools, just as a computer is a tool.
Hope this will help you to begin understanding what the wise in India say – you are the eternal ever witness CONCIOUSNESS , ‘sAkshi chaitanyam’. ‘NB: If this has made some sense and would like to have more sense, just google ‘Upanishads’. 

courtesy: managingthoughts.com

GIVE AWAY !

Hi,

As the physical world is analysed breaking it down to smaller and smaller pieces, hoping, ONE DAY, to finally hit, THAT ONE, which is the BASIS of ALL, spiritually too one may heed to the famous Kenopanishad verse – na karmaNa na prajaya… 
It’s by relinquishing and relinquishing and relinquishing…- thyAgEnaikE – one can reach ‘him’ (which happened to be himSELF!!) 
Anyways, learn to start giving up! 
Even Bill Gates having made 124.3Bn $ (no.2 as per Forbes 14th Feb, 2021) gave up 46.8Bn to Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation. Well, that too is a GIVING UP! 
Bill gates is an intelligent man. (if not, will Buffet follow him!)
So let’s say –  ‘na karmaNa na prajayA dhanEna thyAgEnaikE amrutatvamAnasu’
and continue to understand :- 
“Ishaavaasyam idam sarvam yat kim ca jagatyam jagat tena tyaktena bhunjithaah maa gridhah kasyasvid dhanam”.

the change

Hi,

The new office premise was incomparable. It outshone even the best of luxury interiors across countries and continents. There wasn’t a day when the best of interior designers didn’t visit the premise. Inspite of the uncalled for luxurious interiors Burlington Shahid Shankar, alias BSS, was a very unhappy man.  His sudden drop of enthusiasm worried his boss Icnoyotl Jyotirmoyee Pasqualina, alias IJP. She was the most enthusiastic person in the world and had been bagging the award since its inception even before the visual world was created. Some attribute her ability with the one who even created the gods. Such was her influence in that department where BSS was a regular but now an  irregular.

One day when the office was closing for the weekend she called BSS to her office and had a pretty long time spent together. Some say that in the time they spent they even got married, reared children, got them married and enjoyed their children and then their children and continued for a million generations and more. The allegations when verified by the investigators found that the time spent by them in the cabin was so les that time itself felt ashamed and refused to cooperate. In fact that was when the scientists became aware of their inability to measure such infinitesimally small duration.

Whatever be the allegations and counter allegations, BSS had a dramatic change. The change was so visible that the Board decided to elevate him directly to the post of Chairman.The first one to sent a congrats to BSS on this new avatar was IJP herself.

Later when the guy was profiled by such eminent magazines like HBR, Fortune, Forbes etc he had made it abundantly clear to that fateful evening’s meeting with Icnoyotl that changed the course of his attitudes and ultimately life itself. Even after much prodding he refused to give away the slip – the secret. Finally his office and home were secretly searched by the FBI, KGB, MI6, ASIS, BND, GRU, DGSE, MSS, MOSSAD, RAW, and many many other powerful agencies. The beauty of all these searches was the unbelievable uniformity in their findings. Since there were no controversy as to the findings the agencies to show their solidarity too, organised a press meet at a decrepit village in the middle of nowhere. In fact, with this single event alone, the GDP of that country grew multifold. The reason was the amount of wealth that poured into that country keeping the press meet venue as the vortex. Even though the press meet ended even before it began. This was the first and last time when an event ended before it began. Or rather the event first ended and then began. Many people suspected the reversal of cause and effect being the cause of such a situation. Scientists took an easier way out by explaining the atomic and tachyon universes.

Since the secret agencies had handled the whole issue the world still remained ignorant of the whole outcome. They were still dark about the BSS and IJP meet. Finally fed up with the drama played by the government and others the public mobilised themselves and arrived at his home and demanded for an explanation for the radical change that happened to him which catapulted an average, middle rung employee to rise up to the position of the company’s Chairman in less than an overnight.

Threatened by the mob he agreed to appear in a televised interview to be conducted preferably by the most sexiest bomb of the world.

On that designated day and place, forget about the sexiest, no woman or lady of any substance on all fours –  physical, mental, spiritual and emotional – refused to be even remotely connected with the event. The event organisers went into a tizzy and the only way out was prayers which they requested the whole world to perform profusely and abundantly.

Finally when BSS arrived for the programme it was an empty venue – a venue with no arrangement, no audience, no organisers, except for a small TV crew, organised by his brother in law.

The whole world were on its toes. They watched sitting in the comforts of the living room the happenings of the event.

He came in gracefully. donned in a faded jeans and Arrow striped in red and white half sleeves.

He smiled.

And even before anyone asked him ( there was no one to interview) he began in very pleasing tone:

“In my earlier office I was served hot lime tea everyday in the late morning and very early noon. This somehow, without my knowledge got into me as a habit. When we moved over to the new premises, which all of you must be well aware – being the most luxurious interior of the world. There, I don’t know, the system was something else. I stopped getting the lime tea. I struggled in the initial days maintaining my posture and keeping up the productivity. But I couldn’t hold on. Both slipped badly and I was a wreck. All these visible changes were noticed by my beloved (an anachronism) boss and finally decided to resolve it. Perhaps she might have had in her imagination a face to face conversation with me and diagnosed the condition very aptly and as a remedy sent me this verse. “

He handed over the piece of paper to his brother in law who then read out the contents:-

” yadR^ichChAlAbhasa.ntuShTo dvandvAtIto vimatsaraH
samaH siddhAvasiddhau cha kR^itvApi na nibadhyate”

He  stood up, thanked the empty audience, waved his hand and walked out as gracefully as ever. Those who went to the URL:
http://202.3.77.102/acquia/?q=node/22
and studied the verse 4 / 22 of Bhagavad Gita also were equally blessed with the grace of  their own SELVES, which were none other than ‘satchitananda’.

NB: Check the post – Janami dharmam. – in this blog

realpolitik

Hi,

In the realm of realities words collapsed to be reborn as the sole breadwinner. It was realpolitik and was accepted as an accepted malpractice. The contentious issue of forms and words dominating the  visible world was glorified many a times while the public were holidaying in the sands a.k.a beaches of time. In this background every sense was creating its own alimony and performance. The predictability of an uncaring future was kept under duress and discounted in the deep bonds cash flow to be blown out of proportion in Wall Street in the financial blitzkrieg of witch hunting. Capricorn ascendency was factored in the stock prices of the company which was parodied as the epiphany of epitome. Blood circulation was monitored for the purpose of national integration as all nations suffered medium to heavy diarrhea. Slowly the people and the world recognised the need for correct interpretation. A subjugation committee was formed to oversee the developments and entrusted the whole episodes to a counting machine who in its innocence agreed to all the tunes that were to be played in the uptick of the march towards freedom and sleep. For a moment the nation woke up to the realities and voted for a change.

And that change came in the form of the national election of 2014 in India.
‘yatha yathahi dhaRmasya glAniRbhavati bhAratha abhyuddhaanamadhaRmasya tadaatmaanam sRujaamyaham’
a promise is a promise.

no more fleeing

Every time we go near or pass by VedAnta, the startling news of the world’s fakiness^ disturbs us.

In fact that’s the single most important reason for keeping as far away from all these.

Not that we don’t respect VedAnta but it disturbs our very existence itself. Our belief system. The way we live. We just can’t take it. We simply don’t understand. And hence to protect our sanity we choose to avoid, every time.

Our family, we take extreme care and attention to protect them, even from the roaming eyes of others. We go to many extent, cross the mountains and the seven seas, deserts and lands unknown. All for the welfare and take care of the family.

And here comes the ‘shAstRa’, originated from BhagavAn, embarrasses us by reminding the unreality of ALL that we hold good, great, value, dear and very very real.

So most of the time when we happen to be face to face with vedAnta (BG) we choose the last option of survival* . But still, whenever our prayers deepens and becomes soulful there appears BhagavAn – either in the form of a shAstRa or Guru. And again we are left with the same option. Yes, sometimes we freeze but never chooses the ‘fight’ option.

On hindsight we wonder – could that be a better option! In fact historically few even had chosen that. But we avoid it as the list contains the names like – RAvaNa, HiraNyakasipu, Kamsa etc. The association doesn’t look good ! Still if that is the only option left back ?

In any case it makes more sense to avoid the last option every time. No more *fleeing is the new buzzword . Come what may.

^’ ‘brahma satyam jagan mithya’

puzzle

This guy was very much a presence in the office. He had the loudest mouth. Once the team got together and invented a silencer and tried to fit him with it. But somehow the plan fizzled out and he remains as the loud speaker of the office. He was apparently the most friendliest. He had no foes. He was always helpful. He meant well of everybody. He was concerned for other’s well being. He was supposed to be the most unworried person for all, except Sakunthala Briccio. She had apprehensions. Once, she remembered very lately after all the events that had to occur had occurred and gone. The office was empty except for her and him. She was going on leave for a few years to attend the marriage of her husband’s sister, Queralt, on Mount Titlis.

Her boss of very archaic origin had pushed down her throat so much of work which she feared may not be able to complete in her lifetime, the moment he knew about her plans of going on leave. Since she had some magical powers acquired down from her father who was in the espionage business of many private countries she managed to hoodwink the unreasonable boss and was about to leave when she heard the sob. She was concerned and worried for every being that crossed her path and hence she instead of leaving office decided to resolve the sobbing. The uncontrollable sobbing erupted into a loud cry embarrassing her very much. All her attempts to console him were in vain. She didn’t know at that moment what to do when a person of his stature with such vast comical wisdom and experience behaving helplessly. She waited for a day and two and she said later that a few months had really gone under them when he slowly came to his senses and apologised to her for his unexpected sobbing causing her much concern, delay, anguish and pain. That’s when she came to know the inner world of him which was seething in anger for all the things happening in his life. He said and everyone too knew and accepted that he was always the fulcrum of dharma that went around doing its work. This time he said, he had to helplessly stand and watch his own dear ones ( was it his son, daughter, nephew or niece was not clear) choosing to tread the paths of adharma and still worse to hold and watch them reap the dues which obviously were calamitous and sorrowful of the first rate.

That night after bath and dinner and having made Briccio with her talent the happiest male ever born, she sat at her writing desk, a room specially made for her in one of the many floors of her mansion, looking out into the many oceans and mountains and cities and towns and valleys and villages and just barren open land mightier than even the Sahara and wrote a few lines and cut them and rewrote and kept cutting them until all her book and writing pad and the computer and all other writing instruments, all got exhausted and failed miserably to catch up with her unbounded urge to write; just stopped and sat back looking out at the quiet meadow which was basking in the cool moonlight that spared her the little happiness it had kept for the newlyweds.

After all, life has its meaning and meaninglessness. She felt like crying as her thoughts wandered again into that night at the office.A pure soul of immaculate character. He was reborn many a times and must have been resolved by god from all these miseries – she knew well. But still, but then that is the way of life. She wrote this verse from the Bhagavad Gita 4 / 17 :-

“karmaNo hyapi boddhavya.n boddhavya.n cha vikarmaNaH
akarmaNashcha boddhavya.n gahanA karmaNo gatiH”

and went back to sleep. She dreamt of  Mount Titlis flying high in the air holding her hand and then she carrying it in her palm as they were crossing the Suez Canal in a boat smaller than a thumb all throughout worrying how they will make it as the small canal turned out to be an endless ocean. She hugged and thanked Briccio for saving her from drowning since he was too excited to travel to party at his sister, Queralt’s wedding.

understood?

Hi,

Everyday he woke up very early in the morning and went to the crowded places and informed everybody that ‘they are that’. Interestingly some responded – i am like what? He repeated – ‘you are like that’*. Still some probed further – ok, like what? 

He tirelessly repeated – like that.

Hardly one or two stood their ground and asked him – ok. but what is ‘that’ that you mean that i am? 

He asked them to come along to the nearby tea shop so that he can explain over a hot cuppa. Occasionally  someone got attracted to the offer and went along with him. 

Over the cuppa he said – the ‘that’ i said that you are, is what we generally call ‘god’. Here let me be more specific – it is ‘niRguNa brahman’. 

One in a million asked him to explain further. He said, that ‘nRrguNa brahman’ is the all pervading formless Isvara. 

One in billion showed some excitement but soon fell down to smithereens when he was told that this ‘niRguNa brahman’ is not the ‘naama roopa kaRmaatkam’ ‘sariiram with ahamkaaram’. 

But then, one in a trillion wanted to know further. Him he took along with to the Himalayan heights where the sound, air and water pollution was almost zero. With enough oxygen in the air the person learned and developed ‘sadhana chatushtaya shatka samppatti’, and immediately jumped up, rejoiced and shouted at the top of his voice – ‘aham brahmasmi’.

He smiled and asked him – so now you have understood?

He said :- 

**’naham manye suvedeti no na vedeti veda cha

yonasthadveda tadveda no na vedeti veda cha’

*’Tattwamasi’

**Kena Upanishad – 2.2

withdraw, withdraw

Hi,

As usual she was watching from the belvedere the scenic site of the great plains that was with rollicking hills and valleys. And it was through that nature’s bounty her husband of extreme fame and prosperity travelled to and forth form the world wide head quarters of his business empire that spanned all created and uncreated and to be created and also to the worlds that were created from the beginning less time and have also been swallowed by time every time the creator paused. In fact all creators including the Gods and Goddesses and also the Supreme Lord or God or  goddesses or whatever one would wish to state intended to create a uni or multi verses visited his warehouses to pick up materials that would go into their makings. Once she remembered  the gods scampering over the limited supply of sand for their creation of earth like planets in some newly created galaxies. She smiled to herself for being so fortunate to be the beloved and wife of such a person who even gods had only respect and honour. 

Inspite of such countless wealth they lived a very modest life with the only sign of  having wealth a little more than the ordinary petty bourgeoisie is this house with a belvedere where she sat every evening and watched the sun go down the hills presumably even the oceans beyond about which she had only some vague idea . 

They hardly possessed any money and had to eke out a living by growing their own food in the small compound they had around their house. They travelled by foot all over and wore dresses that had worn out since many a centuries and were all of periods that were dead and gone very long back. 

Every day he had to leave home so early in the morning that even the sun hadn’t even thought of rising up. But she enjoyed making food and seeing him off to his work in those early dark hours. As he had to cover a distance that normally a car would take 2 hours, by foot it usually will be a five hour running almost nonstop. And he did this up and down so happily that in the evening he would fall on her bosom dog tired and remain there until he regains much energy to restart the journey back to office. And this he had to do without any break ever. After all it was his own business.

And on that fateful evening she remembered seeing his lone figure far into the horizon of the road come running towards the home and she rushed down the stairs and into the open expecting him to fall on to her boson for the night’s rest and recuperation. 

But on that day he was though dog tired as usual, kept on mumbling – withdraw, withdraw,..

She having had a similar experience of seeing her father doing this, felt a chill go through her spine. Because soon after her father said this, withdraw, withdraw, he had changed his regular dress and wore an ochre dress and vanished into the darkness never to be seen at all until the world glorified him as the greatest among the wise and honoured him with the highest of recognition that the world could find which made even the gods, goddesses, lords, emperors etc., suffer heart attack due to insufferable envy and jealousy.

So she waited and watched him also for the next step he would be taking. Sadly he looked perplexed and confused and didn’t seem to know what to do next.

That’s when she decided to chant aloud the ‘NiRvANa Shatkam’ of the Great Acharya Shankara. As even she was about to chant the last stanza he surprised her by revealing his real SELF by chanting the same by himself. 

Hope that stanza scripted below will be an eye opener to all those who walked until here.

‘aham niRvikalpo nirAkAra roopo

vibhuRvaapya saRvatRa saRvendRiyANAm

sada me samattwam na mukthirNa bandhaha

chidAnanda roopa shivoham shivoham’