Savitri – Opening lines

Book One: The Book of Beginnings
Canto One: The Symbol Dawn

It was the hour before the Gods awake.
Across the path of the divine Event
The huge foreboding mind of Night, alone
In her unlit temple of eternity,
Lay stretched immobile upon Silence’ marge.
Almost one felt, opaque, impenetrable,
In the sombre symbol of her eyeless muse
The abysm of the unbodied Infinite;
A fathomless zero occupied the world.
Between the first and the last Nothingness,
Recalling the tenebrous womb from which it came,
Turned from the insoluble mystery of birth
And the tardy process of mortality
And longed to reach its end in vacant Nought.
As in a dark beginning of all things,
A mute featureless semblance of the Unknown
Repeating for ever the unconscious act,
Prolonging for ever the unseeing will,
Cradled the cosmic drowse of ignorant Force
Whose moved creative slumber kindles the suns
And carries our lives in its somnambulist whirl.
Athwart the vain enormous trance of Space,
Its formless stupor without mind or life,
A shadow spinning through a soulless Void,
Thrown back once more into unthinking dreams,
Earth wheeled abandoned in the hollow gulfs
Forgetful of her spirit and her fate.
The impassive skies were neutral, empty, still.
Then something in the inscrutable darkness stirred;
A nameless movement, an unthought Idea
Insistent, dissatisfied, without an aim,
Something that wished but knew not how to be,
Teased the Inconscient to wake Ignorance.
A throe that came and left a quivering trace,
Gave room for an old tired want unfilled,
At peace in its subconscient moonless cave
To raise its head and look for absent light,
Straining closed eyes of vanished memory,
Like one who searches for a bygone self
And only meets the corpse of his desire.
It was as though even in this Nought’s profound,
Even in this ultimate dissolution’s core,
There lurked an unremembering entity,
Survivor of a slain and buried past
Condemned to resume the effort and the pang,
Reviving in another frustrate world.
An unshaped consciousness desired light
And a blank prescience yearned towards distant change.
As if a childlike finger laid on a cheek
Reminded of the endless need in things
The heedless Mother of the universe,
An infant longing clutched the sombre Vast.
Insensibly somewhere a breach began:
A long lone line of hesitating hue
Like a vague smile tempting a desert heart
Troubled the far rim of life’s obscure sleep.
Arrived from the other side of boundlessness
An eye of deity peered through the dumb deeps;
A scout in a reconnaissance from the sun,
It seemed amid a heavy cosmic rest,
The torpor of a sick and weary world,
To seek for a spirit sole and desolate
Too fallen to recollect forgotten bliss.
Intervening in a mindless universe,
Its message crept through the reluctant hush
Calling the adventure of consciousness and joy

Searching for answer

Searching for something i lost, not knowing what,
The endless path leads away into maze unresolved
Rising from the abyss, learning the ways
Following the heart like His words untold.

This feeling of being lost amidst friends
Keeps coming back for they are not in resonance
With the mind that holds this thought and tends
Creating the visions and pushing me to do this penance.

The youthful exuberance, gnawing at the core
Draws out the vicious hate and fears and makes it sore.
I find out ways to calm this with music and books
But there lies something beyond waiting to relieve me off the hooks.

What ? Where ? I do not know. Tell me the answer.
This Life so short feels so filling and perfect.
Still wishes go unaccounted for but still somehow right
Do i need something more or do i have it in my sight ?

Words roll like dice unbiased,
And mind manipulates it for the right face
But the true thought shines so bright that i fear
Its intensity and the meaning it conveys cuts like a shear.

Pretending to be confused, i tag along,
But realization descends and i fear not, the death
That relieves this mortal path and brings immortality
But neither do i hate this life, i bear in me.

Whatever the answer, i wait, patiently,
And there comes these times when i do suffer
And the endurance thins out like mist on a sunny day
But that something untouched, holds me still in place.

Sublime will.

Once Mahesh told me that after reaching a certain level of consciousness, he started understanding verses as complex as the ones in Savitri without having to read back a previous line. That comes with the maturity of the mind.

I had tried reading Savitri once before but found it too difficult to focus. But now, everything is very intuitive and seems to make beautiful sense. I am dancing at the poetry and it fills up my heart like the divine ocean.

Here is an excerpt from Savitri.

“As a star, uncompanioned, moves in heaven
Travelling infinity by its own light,
The great are strongest when they stand alone.
A God-given might of being is their force,
A ray from self’s solitude of light the guide;
The soul that can live alone with itself meets God;
Its lonely universe is their rendezvous.
A day may come when she must stand unhelped
On a dangerous brink of the world’s doom and hers,
Carrying the world’s future on her lonely breast,
Carrying the human hope in a heart left sole
To conquer or fail on a last desperate verge,
Alone with death and close to extinction’s edge.
Must cross alone a perilous bridge in Time
And reach an apex of world-destiny
Where all is won or all is lost for man.
In that tremendous silence lone and lost
Of a deciding hour in the world’s fate,
In her soul’s climbing beyond mortal time
When she stands sole with Death or sole with God
Apart upon a silent desperate brink,
Alone with her self and death and destiny
As on some verge between Time and Timelessness
When being must end or life rebuild its base,
Alone she must conquer or alone must fall.
No human aid can reach her in that hour,
No armoured god stand shining at her side.
Cry not to heaven, for she alone can save.
For this the silent Force came missioned down;
In her the conscious Will took human shape:
She only can save herself and save the world.
O queen, stand back from that stupendous scene,
Come not between her and her hour of Fate.
Her hour must come and none can intervene:
Think not to turn her from her heaven-sent task,
Strive not to save her from her own high will.
Thou hast no place in that tremendous strife;
Thy love and longing are not arbiters there;
Leave the world’s fate and her to God’s sole guard.
Even if he seems to leave her to her lone strength,
Even though all falters and falls and sees an end
And the heart fails and only are death and night,
God-given her strength can battle against doom
Even on a brink where Death alone seems close
And no human strength can hinder or can help.
Think not to intercede with the hidden Will,
Intrude not twixt her spirit and its force
But leave her to her mighty self and Fate.”

Spring semester 2005.

Yup. Life goes on. My semester holidays are all consumed up now. Not much more time left before the hectic schedule repeats itself for another 4 months to come. My spring semester starts tomorrow and things are not going to be the same, i’m sure !

Things to do for this semester.

  1. Many important courses for both my research and my Ph.D qualifier. So crack them.
  2. Prepare for my Ph.D qualifier due in September. Don’t have much time left to idle away anymore.
  3. See if i can work out something so that i can go back to India this summer.
  4. Work my ass out on the research and do something constructive before the sem ends.

Well, these things are easier said than done. I know. But 4 months from now, let me come back to this post and see what i’ve been able to do.

Here starts the new sem …

Life is a bitch.

A nice post that i shamelessly would like to flick from here.

Life is a journey.
Life is a destination.
Life is time, ticking away
Life is so short it practically stands still
Life is a question
Life is an answer
Life is an experience
Life is about the people you meet
Or the people you want to meet.
Life is a rhythm
Life has a beat
Life is a stage, passing between two worlds,
Life is the only thing in this world
Life is beautiful
Life is pleasant
Life can be unpleasant
Life depends on how you use it
Or maybe how you view it.
Life is a stage, an improvisation of some godly humor
Life is a drama
Life is a TV show
Life is romantic
Life is perfect
Life is bittersweet
Life is dissinent, a series of tensions and releases
Life depends on your memories
Life depends on your dreams
Life is a goal
Life is the knowledge you gain
Life is how many shots you take
Life how much money you make
Life is 80 years long, on average.
Life is unpredictable.
Life sucks.
Life is idealistic.
Life is realistic
Life can be started
Life can be ended.
Or ignored.
Love your life
Life has a value
Life is the same day after day
Life is unexplainable
Life is an excuse
Live your life
Write about your life
Life is an experience.

Interesting Linkz 3

This site has got some information which i have thought over for quite some time, but didnt have time enough to write it in detail or even post it on my site !

Well i present to you a site which discusses the meaning of the movie “The Matrix” and its successors ! Some of the things really are stale but some view points really freaked me out .. I am not yet completely done but till what i’ve read, definitely much much better than most explanations i’ve seen in other places on the web !
Go for it !

High Flight

Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds – and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of – wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew
And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

By John Gillespie Magee Jr via CatsInSpace

Very plain, straightforward and beautiful.

My Father.

I know that the topic suggests so, but I am not talking about my Dad right now. This is about Albert Einstein, whom i so very sincerely respect for his contributions to the field i am currently working on.

Can you just imagine someone without whom a whole classification of a particular science might never have come into the picture at all ? Well there are several, in different fields, who have contributed so much but IMO, no one like this guy here.

He and his theories have paved the way for the evolution of nuclear science and the theory of relativity and his work on Brownian movement were so very critical for this. The article “Five papers that shook the world” gives a brief overview of his most important papers presented on 1905 and talks more about his work in general. Very nice. But there is one point which i would refute very strongly. If Einstein had never been in the picture, then there is a chance that someone else would have come up with similar papers and results. But it would definitely not have been a very flowing theory as i might phrase. You would know what i mean if you have ever been in one of those moments when designing a software or writing code, you dont have to think separately about the design and the code but the code is itself well refactored, formatted, extensible, flexible and just flows as though the fingers know what to do. And that will happen only on a string of thought and at one moment.

Eventhough each of his discoveries do seem to be a bit wide wrt one another, the basis for each of them are the same. It is to concentrate on the power of physical intuition rather than the mathematical precisions while trying to bring out new theories. We should remember that this man was contradicting everthing that was known during 1905 in Physics by giving out bold explanations and for some of which, people had to wait 20 years to prove.

I like this excerpt from the article too !

“And just in case the enormity of Einstein’s achievement is in any doubt, we have to remember that he did all of this in his “spare time”.”

What more can i say ?! Einstein still lives. And i say that, thou shall live even if mankind hath perished and joined the dust …

All these buzz words make me sick.

All these buzz words make me sick.

Excerpt :

They really do. I am so fucking tired of having to keep up with them, as if it is a must for my job. And the million and one things that come out everyday, this open source produces more products than the rabbits fucking and multiplying and producing baby rabbits and you know how fast the rabbits multiply. I am simply overwhelmed. Simply overwhelmed.

Words well spoken. Anyone who has undergone an exponential Knowledge curve in a short time to keep pace with what is happening around you, while working on things that are volatile, would feel the tingling sensation right down to the spine …