..Making Sense..

I love epiphanic moments. Moments that make you shift to another world where things which you did not notice before makes so much sense now, or the things you thought made much value to you are not what they seem like.

Everybody has them. I have it like every week because I keep looking for it.

So then, there I was walking towards the temple from home. Let me tell you the way to go from my house to the main road is a mud road, with lush green on either side. Cows have been keeping company for the past week in that road. I'm here for only about a month so things still haven't settled much in my mind of how I got here. Anyway, while you are walking and there's no music in your ears, (and if you are a woman........) there would be tons of things running in your mind. This day though, my mind was filled with memories of my schooling. I couldn't quite put my finger on why these pictures of my school days kept flashing in my mind.

Reached I to the Temple, peace and 15 minutes later I'm back on that road,

Mud road.

No cows now, thank God.

And I felt it again, like breeze. You know that, memories are not only pictures and sounds? They compose of feelings too. Feelings are the value of memories. I felt my memories of running around in the school playground feeling so weightless. Weightless in the measure of emotions and ego. Living each day to the minute that I dint have time to think of any future or any past. I could hear the sounds of nature so clearly the moment I shifted back to my childhood form internally. Everything looked and sounded new, from the butterflies to the rustling of trees. I could do all this since I dint have to pretend to be a grown up in that lonely road.

I realised that things seem afresh, since as a kid you do not know many things that your mind keeps alert to ask questions. Hearing the rustle of trees, I remembered something. The first time I heard it so distinctly was when I was trekking with my Dad. He immediately told me that there has to be a stream somewhere close  by, and that the sound is similar to a good breeze passing in between trees. Back home and few days later, I come running to my Dad saying, "There has to be a stream somewhere close by, I can hear it." Ofcourse, it wasn't, it was only the rustle of trees. So this concept of newness and looking at things differently made my day a bit more special.

That beautiful 15 minute walk home gave me a beautiful day. And a beautiful memory. Hope you too feel the newness of each day and have a beautiful day ahead!

Humming Entry into Spirituality

I'm new to this. Not totally. Meditation is one thing that I do off and on from a very young age.I have been inclined to spirituality from my childhood; the unknown is something which interests me, like it could any human with a good supply of curiosity.

That's when I have stumbled upon a National treasure grove of - Thirumandiram written by Thirumoolar. This book covers an aspect of Spirituality which I feel is much modern in its quality and could easily fit in to our generation's mindset.

Somehow by the 99th page, this yearning to write again pushed me in to doing this -

A Humm for Spirituality: 

(An English title for a Thamizh poem;) )

Nizhazhgal pala, adhil karpanaiyin nirangal thunai,

Irulil badhil thedum iru vizhi...

"Yen?" endra kelvikku theervu, en padhaiyin mudivu...

Shadows many, with the company of the colours of imagination,

I search for an answer through this darkness,

My journey ends with the answer to my question of "Why?"

And, I abruptly end this blog post.

My Last day of Life

(: Just before I start, No, I'm not suicidal. :)

           As I was walking to my house from office today, humming a random tune and looking up the trees....a beautiful bright light lit the green leaves to a paler green-yellow tinge.  The beauty was so mesmerizing that it reminded me of death. Wow, you are loud, "Death???" , Yes!

You know what they say, when you die, you see a bright light, sort of a tunnel that leads you into a spiritual journey.....oooh. And so,

I made a small research on how it feels like to die. Is it horrible or sweet or solemn and peaceful? Before I let you know,

Note 1: We all are going to die someday, like it or not. So, this topic may be energizing and/or knowledgeable to some and not so to others. To the others - "Shoo Shoo!" and for the rest, go ahead and read.

Note 2: How did I make the research? Don't worry, I don't talk to spirits. I just google.

From what I learnt, God dammit, the whole world (if you think the Google is the whole world, like me) thinks I'm planning on dying. Well it helped in both ways, one: it taught me the various methods to die, two: coached me not to die or feel helpless. One helps those who are serious on kicking the bucket, well two just does what the logical human mind would do. Anyway, it was not very helpful for this topic which I wish to entertain you with. Please be pleased to know the depth of researching I had to do to convince Google - No, I'm not gonna die! Save me !!

Anyhow, so there I went bang on with few websites, with real people who shared their near death experiences. I learnt a few interesting things. The experience of near-death-experience various widely from person to person, depending on the nation, culture, technological advancement (!! I will get to that), etc,. Among them, a few are much in common. 

When you die:

• Some people, see light. A feeling of going through a tunnel.
• Your last request from this Earth is - wanting to breathe...Oxygen!
• Glimpses of your life flashing in front of you. (This is where technological advancement comes in) 

It is noted down in Research that in Olden days, people used to see pictures of their life flashing in front of them, and in modern days, people see videos. Funny?  That is technologically advanced Death experience for you.

•  When you die because of your disease, the sensation of the affected part will be last thing that you feel physically.
• And almost all, experience peace...later on.

Today, my boss shared with me his Father's famous wordings - Nothing is to be worried about, if does not decapitate you. If it does, how can you worry about something after you have no head?

So, Death is like that. The final moments are filled with physical relief. I read in an article about a famous Queen in France who was decapitated by the Guillotine, and her decapitated head was actually smiling. No I'm not kidding, but I assure you she wasn't really happy about her decapitation, just a distorted facial expression I guess. This is an example which does not go with the point i'm trying to imply here, I know. If you are an ardent reader of my blog you would know that I often insert illogical and non-conceptual facts in my blogs. Before you forget, the point here is that your final final moments are filled with peace.

Going through various articles I find that, death experiences when sorted out create a battle between Science and Spirituality. Science tells you that, the light and tunneling effects are the tricks played by your visual cortex while it takes the last of oxygen it can find in your brain and is activated so much that you see a bright light. Nobody is actually opening Pearly Gates for you.

I seriously do not know about the flashes of life, but they do show it in movies, and few people have shared that sort of experience in the Internet. As the say, "When life flashes before you when you die, make sure it is worth watching!"

As for the Oxygen request by your lungs, you should know that Death - biological death is when your brain is dead. No Doctor will pronounce you dead if you just don't breathe or even if your heart stops. Medical science has improved so much that a person whose heart has stopped functioning CAN be brought back alive through electrical and chemical methods, like injecting epinephrine. You brain death is something which cannot be reverted. Neurons die in a matter of seconds without enough Oxygen supply. That Oxygen, is what you ask for....in your final moments.

Most people have experienced intense relief from physical pain in their last moments. When they were brought back to life, their quoted experience is that they actually did not want to come back. One had written in a blog, "It's like a kid being asked to come back home after a Vacation". What a Vacation!

So, in best of intentions, the Death is also something to be happy about in a way. God has inserted a surprise for us there too! Happy Dying?!

And, as for my Blog title, I wish that my final moments are passed in absolute happiness and peace. Like the feeling I get when I see pale green-yellow tinge of leaves when bright light passes through....Peaceful.