to be lost
is to be free
and to be lost
in being lost
freedom lies
in what I lose
not what I gain
shekhar
40 thoughts on “to be lost”
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Dear Shekhar,
These are indeed very beautiful words. To be totally free we need to be totally detached. I read a quote once which said, “If you want to be free, never seek security at all.” In the material world we live in, freedom is the ability to do whatever you want, whenever you want and in my opinion two things are required for that – Money, and having few attachments i.e. travelling light all through life. We may become free by losing things but we can not undermine the importance of our dependence on others. Dalai Lama’s book “The Art of Happiness” says that we can try to be alone and say that we did this or that alone, but we are so deeply dependent on others for everything from daily bread to clothes to homes we live in. So, we definitely can be free to a great degree but not completely as we are indeed part of this global family, serving each other and being part of each other’s happiness.
Best Regards,
Himanshu
that was so succinctly said. very deep.
i chanced upon this website of yours when i was looking up elizabeth:the golden age. i was never aware that you are not just a great movie person but a great poet and thinker, i guess the two cant be really divorced.
you might find this wierd but one thing which sprang to my head when i read this blog was ‘do you get up that early, or were you having a late night’. i can never get up early……….
i was a great fan of yours as a little girl but had never imagined i could see for myself what you think at 5 in the morning.
to lose is to gain indeed, if only we could lose our slavery to our hearts…..
Different strokes for different folks.
Freedom lies in accepting whatever we get – whether we lose or we gain. Freedom lies in embracing what life offers us – becoming one with it and moving on.
Life is too long to stop at a junction forever and too short to hold grudges. 🙂
Sometimes, you’re more free in chains!
Of course, an obvious question that popped up in my head was, ‘Did India in (that momentous year of) 1947, lose or gain Freedom?’?
Hi Shekhar,
I watched the ndtv interview from your previous post – on ndtv.com – it was refreshing to see that you are so passionate about your indian identity and are not shy of stating things as they are. you were of course matching wits with a couple of money spinners there – indian cinema has a lot of potential – and i am still waiting to see a truly original , intellectually challenging thriller (without the dance numbers ) from bollywood – surely its time !
your lines hit upon a very profound concept in Yoga – the whole concept of ‘aparigraha’- or non-attachment to objects ( which leads to ‘letting go’ or even the sense of ‘being lost’) is a vital element in the Niyamas.
It is not possible to let go so easily – or to be lost in being lost – being lost never happens – what happens is we sleep in many ways and freedom as we know it is really only limited freedom.
True freedom can never lie in what we lose – but by losing the sense of loss in giving !
Indeed, both Buddhist and Hindu tenets suggest non-attachment–and a lack of expectation. Then one is never disappointed, nor does one cling to the elusive–for whether in spirituality or in quantum physics, what is it that truly exists, and what is simply illusion based on the relativity of our own lens of perception? 😉 The space between thoughts, it is said, is the place of true peace.
However, I would like to suggest–based on my own experience, too–perhaps we are here exactly to experience those highs and lows–to make mistakes, to truly feel…for how else do we learn? How else do we know we are truly alive except to love, to feel emotion, to walk across sand, grass, earth, (even asphalt)…I warmly doubt we come here for the state or experience of enlightenment without having felt every moment of the journey there–should, in some existence–we ever indeed reach that point of transcendence. I would rather warmly live life with all of its difficulty and all of its moments, however rare, of true incandescence than to try desperately to ease into detachment. I do not believe, like many Gnostics, that the body–and matter–are a prison, but a means for us to feel the visceral aspects of living life, to experience, to better learn the human experience so that at some point we will know compassion, and moreso because of the difficulty we feel or experience. For perhaps we indeed, as some believe, chose such a life to learn our greatest lessons–to be incarnated into matter (energy in a different, more dense form) for that very purpose. And as the old adage goes, only those who do not know, indeed know at all…[smile].
So lovely Shekhar,
many many more things to feeling free I am sure… but losing….
is one way 🙂
so simple and so clear…
hi shekhar,
while you seem lost to the world you are in the process of finding yourself !so,you can never lose…..only gain !take care.
unless what you’ve gained is FREEDOM ?
Dear Shekhar,
I was reading in your July 2007 blog your “partition of India, the pain” in which you somewhat guiltily refused to accept that you carry the genes of the people of Punjab that had committed these ghastly acts. Even though we both know that you have nothing to do with the insane horrors of the partition and I did not partake in the acts of the Nazis we still cannot deny our genes and our roots. I would like to send you an excerpt from my memoir in which I struggle with this issue:
….Looking back at those bombing nights of terror in 1945, when I was a young child, I have only memories of dread and foreboding. Decades later when it had become clear to me that there was never a more righteous war the Allied were engaged in and that their young soldiers who had fought for a sacred cause, many of them losing their lives, were the true heroes of this terrible conflict, I also realized that I too had become, belatedly, a victim of that war.
There has always been a sense of shame with me about deeds that the human mind so utterly fails to comprehend and my attempts to point to the pockets of humaneness that could be found amidst this obtuse acquiescence to barbarity by the German populace never helped to weaken this feeling of tribal guilt. I was trapped in a no-man’s-land that made it all but impossible to express love and pride for the country of my birth. The years that have elapsed since the war ended have never instilled a complacency in me that would give rise to the notion that time is erasing the horrors of the past. Farley Mowat in his book ‘And no birds sang’ was saying in so many words “my country may have been a scoundrel but when I peel away these layers of imperfection there emerges the good and proud portrait of the Canada I love”. I could never say that about my own country. I invariably have to cast down my eyes in silence when people speak of the huns, the nazis or use terms that depict Germans as a species that lived outside or at best on the fringes of the human race. Most of my peers in Germany do not understand such sentiments, their mental make-up is of a more robust nature.
For all that, I had found solace and even a sense of pride in the fact that my father had consistently felt the war he had to fight in Russia was an immoral one. As he many years later told me he had always tried to aim low or high when firing his weapon. Killing a Russian soldier, he reasoned, would not have changed the outcome of the war, even by an infinitesimal margin but it certainly would forever have changed the lives of a Russian family……
Kind regards
Horst
freedom lies
in what I lose
not what I gain
Freedom lies in neither loss nor gain…freedom is freedom not a game….
Gud Morning Shekhar…..bahut dino baad ayi…errm is it so many din? LOl
Kedar sahab nahi dokh raheh…unse rounak lagi hui thi yaha….
Bache ki tareh long Coffee break par nikal gaye…aur chupkar khirki se sab dekh raheh honge…
“Sticking mah tongue out” Yohoo Kedarrr…
LOL Uhu ab koi outburst nahi karna Shekhar Danntenge…mew mew fir tho aap lambeeeee trek par niklenge…
Lol Hugs to You Both!
Smile
“The Soul will always be free”
The Mind is always free…
The breath is always free…
We lose our selves to win….and win ourselves to lose…tis a game…
Being is lost in becoming….life is lost in dreaming…
But Freedom will still be…
freedom!!
Dear “Sunshine”
You are freedom!!
YOur soul, your mind, your breath…your each aspect is freedom….
And chains begin from within us!!
So you are freeeeeeeeeeee
Smile
Love your those words Shekar!!
Yesterday I purchased a large poster of Mahatma Gandhi here in Sydney and put it up on my bedroom wall. On the bottom, it reads these 2 lines
“Live everyday as if you will die tomorrow”
“Learn everyday as if you will live Forever”
From someone who appreciated a Freedom, on a scale we cant comprehend!!
I think!!
“unless what you’ve gained is FREEDOM ?”
Freedom from thyself is freedom….
When thee emancipate thyself from all desires..and breath in your need….
Smile
Kedar laut aoh na…aapke cute waali baatein dekhti thi…tho ek smile ati rahi…laut aao na…I feel alone here…..in this world….
Smile
It’s not abt
winning
or
losing,
It’s
abt
being.
Regards,
Hey shekhar u’re lost here man!!.So enjoy ur freedom.
Perhaps it is too early in the morning-
and the day hasn’t dawned yet,
the stars seem slightly pressed for time-
i detect no urgency,
keep the veil a little longer-
it is a beautiful night.
lost……? did you by any chance stop FOLLOWING YOUR HEART lately ? have you allowed your mind to lead you into the maze ? uh uh…..!!
follow your heart a beat at a time……YOU CANT LOSE ! 🙂 HAVE A NICE DAY.
hey sunshine : being lost is to lose the mind and to allow your heart and your consciousness to lead you ? You are right shekhar
hey shekhar….what happens if you lose your heart as well 🙂 then you are guided by PURE CONSCIOUSNESS ? THE WHITE LIGHT ? wow…..what a ride !
Indeed, my late night musing…[smile]. I thought I might add something which I have warmly found–that profound sense of transcendence and light–indeed comes from transcending the mind (in Western philosophy, the ego) and instead feeling the sense of true compassion–that transcendent compassion–which comes from that Schopenhauer idea (which is reflected among many other traditions, but here, speaking in terms of the West) in which you realize that everything is indeed a part of the same whole. It is what causes us to sacrifice ourselves for others, even our own lives–because in that moment, saving another is somehow more important than our own temporal safety, knowing that, perhaps, we indeed are all eternal. Matter, energy–are neither created nor destroyed, but as the laws of physics (and indeed mysticism) would state, it only changes form. But it is the resonance you give it which causes that change in how the energy resonates. That is free will. The truest sense of the Divine I have ever found is loving another human being–not possession–but that same, transcendent, incandescence that comes from transcending the self in those rare, precious moments. Parents feel it for their young, as do others in those rare moments without ego. The heart chakra resonating with such warm power that it lets go instead of clamps down. It is no wonder we here in the West would have come up with the Freudian concept of the ego–we use it far too often. It is indeed afraid of loss. It clings to the shell, rather than the heart, or what is considered the more Buddhist notion of the mind–the soul, which is informed always by the infinite. We cling when we do not have faith in what we cannot see, and what, perhaps, we yearn most to feel. But then, I think much of this depends upon what one defines, indeed, as heart and mind…[smile]. There are more things than are dreamed about in anyone’s philosophy…[smile].
True freedom can never lie in what we lose – but by losing the sense of loss in giving !
Hi Shekhar,
Hi I am 27 years Old(Young !!) ,I am visiting your site these days as I am a jobless engineer now (Was in Wipro & ISRO )!!.I quit my companies to follow my passion of expiriencing a rustic life for some time between!!
I somehow find solace in the hypnotic words that you use in your site. I know that may not be too polite way to describe your thoughts but still I will dare to use it(Sorry for that Shekhar Sir).It is because I myself have seen that there exists something which I call “intellectual orgasm “which you experience when you see too much of life and you have a good cognitive abilitiy.
Nowadays I am pursuing material comforts with passion and I see that it gives you instant happiness or gratification.Though transitory It gives in that moment.
So my feeling is that, Being spiritual and doing nothing (Non Karmik)is easy but you yourself should see if everything is syncronised with world or not and decide for yourself the truth of the moment.
But at the end ” Truth is a pathless land ” as echoed by J krishnamurthy.Hope I have not added to the confusion.
“Enlighten thyself”
“Speak Silence & Listen to it ”
–Shaan Patil
can you completely lose yourself
by allowing your heart to lead?
What a life that would be…
REST ASSURED
HEAVY… SO HEAVY IS THE WORLD THAT WEIGHS DOWN ON THE SHADES TO THE WINDOWS OF MY SOUL. UP AND DOWN, THEY TEASE WITH CANDID GLANCES, FLIRTING WITH MY SENSES AND THRUSTING THEM INTO AN INNER STRUGGLE, BEGGING ME TO CHOOSE WHERE TO LAY MY CONSCIOUSNESS. I TURN MY HEAD TO CATCH THE HAZY RED OF 3 AM AS IT STRIKES CLEAR FOR ONLY A SECOND AND THEN FADES OUT AS A CRISMSON ORB, BLEEDING OUT ONTO THE DREAMER’S CANVAS. I FEEL AS THOUGH I AM SINKING SLOWLY INTO THE BLACK VOID WAITING TO BE BIRTHED INTO CREATION. SOON COLORS EMERGE, FORMS BEGIN TO TAKE SHAPE, AND SOUNDS ARE LAYERED, BUT YET STILL REMAIN HIDDEN BETWEEN THE SUGARY SWEET NOTES OF THE YARD WIND CHIMES. THEY FEED MY EARS A DISTANT LULLYBYE, BECKONING MY IMAGINATION TO STEP FORTH AND DEFEAT THE DAY’S RELENTLESS PARANOIA. IT IS MY ONLY HOPE ON THIS RESTLESS NIGHT, THAT IT IS THE RIGHT SERENADE TO CHARM ME INTO A LONGER STAY IN THE TWILIGHT REALM. FOR WITH EVERY BLINK I AM NOTHING BUT A HOLOGRAM IN THEIR WORLD, HAVING NOT FOUND THE RIGHT ANGLE TO SUSTAIN MY FORM, BUT TO DISAPEAR AND RE APPEAR LIKE A HOPELESS APPARITION. I RUN BAREFOOTEDTHROUGH A BLOOMING ROSE GARDEN , I SEE A HAWK SOAR ABOVE THE LAKE AT DUSK , HIS HALF PARTED LIPS MOVES CLOSER TO MY ANTICIPATING BODY, MY LIDS SLOWLY OPEN, WAIT…I NEED TO LET HIS HEART FINISH….A BLURY OFF WHITE CEILING COMES INTO VIEW, THEN THE LIDS NOD AGAIN.. A TWO YEAR OLD BLONDE BABY GIRL LOOKS UP TO ME AND SMILES, REACHING FOR MY HAND, I GO TO GRAB HERS BUT WHO IS SHE? OR WHO WILL SHE BE TO ME?.. AND….GASP, I FEEL MY BODY JOLT AND THEN ALL AT ONCE IT IS GONE, ONLY LEAVING SCATTERED PIECES OF EMOTIONAL RESIDUE. DUST, TO BE SWEPT AWAY, UNTIL I AM ABLE TO BECOME THE WISE SAGE WHO SAVES ENOUGH FOR AN HOUR GLASS. THE DUST MAY NEVER BE SALVAGED OR IT MAY BE EMBEDDED IN THE MOST SACRED OF CRYSTALS, HOLDING THE KEY TO LIFETIMES OF SELF DISCOVERY. IF ONLY I CAN CATCH MORE THAN A GLIMPSE OF THESE FLIP BOOK IMAGES, OR SPEND MORE THAN AN ECHOE STIRRED MOMENT IN AN ENDLESS HALL. I MUST FINISH WHAT WAS STARTED; I MUST LISTEN CLOSELY TO THE CHIMES, SAVORING EVERY NOTE, SLOWING DOWN EVERY BREATH SO THAT I MAY COLLECT THE PEICES THAT REVEAL MY INNER TRUTH. REMOVE ME FROM THE DARK AND BASK ME IN SUNLIGHT, IT WRAPS ME IN A WARM BLANKET, BRINGING WITH IT COMFORT OF MY “REAL HOME. I YEARN TO SPEND THE EVENING IN A FAR OFF LAND THAT FEELS STRANGELY FAMILIAR; FOR I SWEAR I HAVE SEEN FRAGMENTS OF IT ON OTHER NIGHTS SUCH AS THESE. I PRAY FOR EXHAUSTION TO INHABIT MY LIMBS, AND FOR THE SPINNING THOUGHTS TO CEASE THEIR ROTATION. IT IS A MERRY GO ROUND RAN BY MY INNER DEMONS WHO TAUNT ME WITH THEIR MECHANICAL LAUGHTER. THE WOULD HAVE, SHOULD HAVE COULD HAVE, ARE REPETITIVE AND MISLEADING. I CONTINUE TO TOSS AND TURN DRENCHED WITH SWEAT IN MY DISHEVELED BED. AT THE WEE HOURS OF THE MORNING I WELCOME THE ENIGMATIC WORLD OF SURREAL PLEASURES TO COME FOR ME. FOR ONLY THERE, CAN MY MIND GET THE REPRIEVAL IT SCREAMS FOR. COME TAKE ME AWAY OH SWEET SLUMBER, TAKE ME TO THE WORLD THAT INVITES CURIOUS FINGERS AND LIPS TO EXPLORE THE PATH LEADING UP TO ORGASMIC EUPHORIA, AS I COLAPSE INTO LONG MISSED ARMS. MAY I REMEMBER THEIR DELICIOUS EFFECTS WHEN THE MORN INTERUPTS. MAY NO CREAK OR CLICK IN THE DARK BLOCK THE ENTRY WAY, DESPITE THE DESPERATE SOULS THAT HAVE BEEN LEFT BEHIND TO STIR LATE AT NIGHT, FOR HAVING PUT A PRICE ON THEIR DREAMS. THEY REMEMBER THAT WE REMAIN PRISONERS OF THE DAY, ENSLAVED BY THE HYPNOTIC MIND CHATTER THAT SPEAKS ONLY HALF TRUTHS. THE FILM ROLES FOR HOURS ON END AND THEN SEGUES INTO AN EPIC JOURNEY PROOFING THAT THE BRIDGE BETWEEN FANTASY AND REALITY IS ONLY THE CREATION OF THE WAKING MIND. I PRAY FOR A TEMPORARY RELEASE, SO THAT I MAY SEEP SEEMLESSLY INTO THE SAGE’S HOUR GLASS, REST ASSURED THAT IF I LET THE OTHER WORLD LINGER LONG ENOUGH WITHIN MY MEMORY, THE DUST SHALL REVEAL THE PIECES OF MY COSMIC BEING.
– Elizabeth Grove
Lose? or letting go? Have felt the sense of freedom when I ‘let go’ of things in my life. Can’t say that about loosing as it was always followed by some emotions like guilt, anger… So not sure if freedom lies in what you lose.
The more you free your mind, the more you lose your mind… After all, the mind is all the garbage we have created to taint our consciousness. A sadhu once said our consciousness is like a blank sheet of paper, and the mind is the lines written on that sheet. To be free, we need to erase those lines.
So I guess its safe to say, freedom is a state of mind.
We similar to this data shown and it has presented me a few sort of desire to succeed for some factor, so keep up the good work.
Very deeeep. it’s literally feels so good to get words for the very same feelings from someone else. I am from Lahore. love your work, your creativity, your passions, your films, your ideas. Am just a hidden fan who follows your name behind all your creations. Thanks for being there, where I really imagine yourself.
(Khuram Imtiaz)
i was born in Nisbet Road in Lahore and revisited it when I did the the music for Bandit Queen with the incredible Nursrat Fateh Ali Khan. What an experience !
It’s my pleasure that you answered me. Sir, It just made my day. It feels good, we both from the same location. Even I live so quite close to Nisbat road.
And both the songs of Khan sahib from Bendit Queen are like immortal ones. Alas an era of immense musical creativity died with him. I am highly obsessed by Music, you can visit my youtube page for even lost and rare songs by legends. http://www.youtube.com/khurramdbg
i have never read such beauty in being lost. Perhaps lossing self is the way to realise Self
ahhhhh…mmm
ommmmmmmm
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Dear Shekhar,
These are indeed very beautiful words. To be totally free we need to be totally detached. I read a quote once which said, “If you want to be free, never seek security at all.” In the material world we live in, freedom is the ability to do whatever you want, whenever you want and in my opinion two things are required for that – Money, and having few attachments i.e. travelling light all through life. We may become free by losing things but we can not undermine the importance of our dependence on others. Dalai Lama’s book “The Art of Happiness” says that we can try to be alone and say that we did this or that alone, but we are so deeply dependent on others for everything from daily bread to clothes to homes we live in. So, we definitely can be free to a great degree but not completely as we are indeed part of this global family, serving each other and being part of each other’s happiness.
Best Regards,
Himanshu
that was so succinctly said. very deep.
i chanced upon this website of yours when i was looking up elizabeth:the golden age. i was never aware that you are not just a great movie person but a great poet and thinker, i guess the two cant be really divorced.
you might find this wierd but one thing which sprang to my head when i read this blog was ‘do you get up that early, or were you having a late night’. i can never get up early……….
i was a great fan of yours as a little girl but had never imagined i could see for myself what you think at 5 in the morning.
to lose is to gain indeed, if only we could lose our slavery to our hearts…..
Different strokes for different folks.
Freedom lies in accepting whatever we get – whether we lose or we gain. Freedom lies in embracing what life offers us – becoming one with it and moving on.
Life is too long to stop at a junction forever and too short to hold grudges. 🙂
Sometimes, you’re more free in chains!
Of course, an obvious question that popped up in my head was, ‘Did India in (that momentous year of) 1947, lose or gain Freedom?’?
Hi Shekhar,
I watched the ndtv interview from your previous post – on ndtv.com – it was refreshing to see that you are so passionate about your indian identity and are not shy of stating things as they are. you were of course matching wits with a couple of money spinners there – indian cinema has a lot of potential – and i am still waiting to see a truly original , intellectually challenging thriller (without the dance numbers ) from bollywood – surely its time !
your lines hit upon a very profound concept in Yoga – the whole concept of ‘aparigraha’- or non-attachment to objects ( which leads to ‘letting go’ or even the sense of ‘being lost’) is a vital element in the Niyamas.
It is not possible to let go so easily – or to be lost in being lost – being lost never happens – what happens is we sleep in many ways and freedom as we know it is really only limited freedom.
True freedom can never lie in what we lose – but by losing the sense of loss in giving !
Indeed, both Buddhist and Hindu tenets suggest non-attachment–and a lack of expectation. Then one is never disappointed, nor does one cling to the elusive–for whether in spirituality or in quantum physics, what is it that truly exists, and what is simply illusion based on the relativity of our own lens of perception? 😉 The space between thoughts, it is said, is the place of true peace.
However, I would like to suggest–based on my own experience, too–perhaps we are here exactly to experience those highs and lows–to make mistakes, to truly feel…for how else do we learn? How else do we know we are truly alive except to love, to feel emotion, to walk across sand, grass, earth, (even asphalt)…I warmly doubt we come here for the state or experience of enlightenment without having felt every moment of the journey there–should, in some existence–we ever indeed reach that point of transcendence. I would rather warmly live life with all of its difficulty and all of its moments, however rare, of true incandescence than to try desperately to ease into detachment. I do not believe, like many Gnostics, that the body–and matter–are a prison, but a means for us to feel the visceral aspects of living life, to experience, to better learn the human experience so that at some point we will know compassion, and moreso because of the difficulty we feel or experience. For perhaps we indeed, as some believe, chose such a life to learn our greatest lessons–to be incarnated into matter (energy in a different, more dense form) for that very purpose. And as the old adage goes, only those who do not know, indeed know at all…[smile].
So lovely Shekhar,
many many more things to feeling free I am sure… but losing….
is one way 🙂
so simple and so clear…
hi shekhar,
while you seem lost to the world you are in the process of finding yourself !so,you can never lose…..only gain !take care.
unless what you’ve gained is FREEDOM ?
Dear Shekhar,
I was reading in your July 2007 blog your “partition of India, the pain” in which you somewhat guiltily refused to accept that you carry the genes of the people of Punjab that had committed these ghastly acts. Even though we both know that you have nothing to do with the insane horrors of the partition and I did not partake in the acts of the Nazis we still cannot deny our genes and our roots. I would like to send you an excerpt from my memoir in which I struggle with this issue:
….Looking back at those bombing nights of terror in 1945, when I was a young child, I have only memories of dread and foreboding. Decades later when it had become clear to me that there was never a more righteous war the Allied were engaged in and that their young soldiers who had fought for a sacred cause, many of them losing their lives, were the true heroes of this terrible conflict, I also realized that I too had become, belatedly, a victim of that war.
There has always been a sense of shame with me about deeds that the human mind so utterly fails to comprehend and my attempts to point to the pockets of humaneness that could be found amidst this obtuse acquiescence to barbarity by the German populace never helped to weaken this feeling of tribal guilt. I was trapped in a no-man’s-land that made it all but impossible to express love and pride for the country of my birth. The years that have elapsed since the war ended have never instilled a complacency in me that would give rise to the notion that time is erasing the horrors of the past. Farley Mowat in his book ‘And no birds sang’ was saying in so many words “my country may have been a scoundrel but when I peel away these layers of imperfection there emerges the good and proud portrait of the Canada I love”. I could never say that about my own country. I invariably have to cast down my eyes in silence when people speak of the huns, the nazis or use terms that depict Germans as a species that lived outside or at best on the fringes of the human race. Most of my peers in Germany do not understand such sentiments, their mental make-up is of a more robust nature.
For all that, I had found solace and even a sense of pride in the fact that my father had consistently felt the war he had to fight in Russia was an immoral one. As he many years later told me he had always tried to aim low or high when firing his weapon. Killing a Russian soldier, he reasoned, would not have changed the outcome of the war, even by an infinitesimal margin but it certainly would forever have changed the lives of a Russian family……
Kind regards
Horst
freedom lies
in what I lose
not what I gain
Freedom lies in neither loss nor gain…freedom is freedom not a game….
Gud Morning Shekhar…..bahut dino baad ayi…errm is it so many din? LOl
Kedar sahab nahi dokh raheh…unse rounak lagi hui thi yaha….
Bache ki tareh long Coffee break par nikal gaye…aur chupkar khirki se sab dekh raheh honge…
“Sticking mah tongue out” Yohoo Kedarrr…
LOL Uhu ab koi outburst nahi karna Shekhar Danntenge…mew mew fir tho aap lambeeeee trek par niklenge…
Lol Hugs to You Both!
Smile
“The Soul will always be free”
The Mind is always free…
The breath is always free…
We lose our selves to win….and win ourselves to lose…tis a game…
Being is lost in becoming….life is lost in dreaming…
But Freedom will still be…
freedom!!
Dear “Sunshine”
You are freedom!!
YOur soul, your mind, your breath…your each aspect is freedom….
And chains begin from within us!!
So you are freeeeeeeeeeee
Smile
Love your those words Shekar!!
Yesterday I purchased a large poster of Mahatma Gandhi here in Sydney and put it up on my bedroom wall. On the bottom, it reads these 2 lines
“Live everyday as if you will die tomorrow”
“Learn everyday as if you will live Forever”
From someone who appreciated a Freedom, on a scale we cant comprehend!!
I think!!
“unless what you’ve gained is FREEDOM ?”
Freedom from thyself is freedom….
When thee emancipate thyself from all desires..and breath in your need….
Smile
Kedar laut aoh na…aapke cute waali baatein dekhti thi…tho ek smile ati rahi…laut aao na…I feel alone here…..in this world….
Smile
It’s not abt
winning
or
losing,
It’s
abt
being.
Regards,
Hey shekhar u’re lost here man!!.So enjoy ur freedom.
Perhaps it is too early in the morning-
and the day hasn’t dawned yet,
the stars seem slightly pressed for time-
i detect no urgency,
keep the veil a little longer-
it is a beautiful night.
lost……? did you by any chance stop FOLLOWING YOUR HEART lately ? have you allowed your mind to lead you into the maze ? uh uh…..!!
follow your heart a beat at a time……YOU CANT LOSE ! 🙂 HAVE A NICE DAY.
hey sunshine : being lost is to lose the mind and to allow your heart and your consciousness to lead you ? You are right shekhar
hey shekhar….what happens if you lose your heart as well 🙂 then you are guided by PURE CONSCIOUSNESS ? THE WHITE LIGHT ? wow…..what a ride !
Indeed, my late night musing…[smile]. I thought I might add something which I have warmly found–that profound sense of transcendence and light–indeed comes from transcending the mind (in Western philosophy, the ego) and instead feeling the sense of true compassion–that transcendent compassion–which comes from that Schopenhauer idea (which is reflected among many other traditions, but here, speaking in terms of the West) in which you realize that everything is indeed a part of the same whole. It is what causes us to sacrifice ourselves for others, even our own lives–because in that moment, saving another is somehow more important than our own temporal safety, knowing that, perhaps, we indeed are all eternal. Matter, energy–are neither created nor destroyed, but as the laws of physics (and indeed mysticism) would state, it only changes form. But it is the resonance you give it which causes that change in how the energy resonates. That is free will. The truest sense of the Divine I have ever found is loving another human being–not possession–but that same, transcendent, incandescence that comes from transcending the self in those rare, precious moments. Parents feel it for their young, as do others in those rare moments without ego. The heart chakra resonating with such warm power that it lets go instead of clamps down. It is no wonder we here in the West would have come up with the Freudian concept of the ego–we use it far too often. It is indeed afraid of loss. It clings to the shell, rather than the heart, or what is considered the more Buddhist notion of the mind–the soul, which is informed always by the infinite. We cling when we do not have faith in what we cannot see, and what, perhaps, we yearn most to feel. But then, I think much of this depends upon what one defines, indeed, as heart and mind…[smile]. There are more things than are dreamed about in anyone’s philosophy…[smile].
True freedom can never lie in what we lose – but by losing the sense of loss in giving !
Hi Shekhar,
Hi I am 27 years Old(Young !!) ,I am visiting your site these days as I am a jobless engineer now (Was in Wipro & ISRO )!!.I quit my companies to follow my passion of expiriencing a rustic life for some time between!!
I somehow find solace in the hypnotic words that you use in your site. I know that may not be too polite way to describe your thoughts but still I will dare to use it(Sorry for that Shekhar Sir).It is because I myself have seen that there exists something which I call “intellectual orgasm “which you experience when you see too much of life and you have a good cognitive abilitiy.
Nowadays I am pursuing material comforts with passion and I see that it gives you instant happiness or gratification.Though transitory It gives in that moment.
So my feeling is that, Being spiritual and doing nothing (Non Karmik)is easy but you yourself should see if everything is syncronised with world or not and decide for yourself the truth of the moment.
But at the end ” Truth is a pathless land ” as echoed by J krishnamurthy.Hope I have not added to the confusion.
“Enlighten thyself”
“Speak Silence & Listen to it ”
–Shaan Patil
can you completely lose yourself
by allowing your heart to lead?
What a life that would be…
REST ASSURED
HEAVY… SO HEAVY IS THE WORLD THAT WEIGHS DOWN ON THE SHADES TO THE WINDOWS OF MY SOUL. UP AND DOWN, THEY TEASE WITH CANDID GLANCES, FLIRTING WITH MY SENSES AND THRUSTING THEM INTO AN INNER STRUGGLE, BEGGING ME TO CHOOSE WHERE TO LAY MY CONSCIOUSNESS. I TURN MY HEAD TO CATCH THE HAZY RED OF 3 AM AS IT STRIKES CLEAR FOR ONLY A SECOND AND THEN FADES OUT AS A CRISMSON ORB, BLEEDING OUT ONTO THE DREAMER’S CANVAS. I FEEL AS THOUGH I AM SINKING SLOWLY INTO THE BLACK VOID WAITING TO BE BIRTHED INTO CREATION. SOON COLORS EMERGE, FORMS BEGIN TO TAKE SHAPE, AND SOUNDS ARE LAYERED, BUT YET STILL REMAIN HIDDEN BETWEEN THE SUGARY SWEET NOTES OF THE YARD WIND CHIMES. THEY FEED MY EARS A DISTANT LULLYBYE, BECKONING MY IMAGINATION TO STEP FORTH AND DEFEAT THE DAY’S RELENTLESS PARANOIA. IT IS MY ONLY HOPE ON THIS RESTLESS NIGHT, THAT IT IS THE RIGHT SERENADE TO CHARM ME INTO A LONGER STAY IN THE TWILIGHT REALM. FOR WITH EVERY BLINK I AM NOTHING BUT A HOLOGRAM IN THEIR WORLD, HAVING NOT FOUND THE RIGHT ANGLE TO SUSTAIN MY FORM, BUT TO DISAPEAR AND RE APPEAR LIKE A HOPELESS APPARITION. I RUN BAREFOOTEDTHROUGH A BLOOMING ROSE GARDEN , I SEE A HAWK SOAR ABOVE THE LAKE AT DUSK , HIS HALF PARTED LIPS MOVES CLOSER TO MY ANTICIPATING BODY, MY LIDS SLOWLY OPEN, WAIT…I NEED TO LET HIS HEART FINISH….A BLURY OFF WHITE CEILING COMES INTO VIEW, THEN THE LIDS NOD AGAIN.. A TWO YEAR OLD BLONDE BABY GIRL LOOKS UP TO ME AND SMILES, REACHING FOR MY HAND, I GO TO GRAB HERS BUT WHO IS SHE? OR WHO WILL SHE BE TO ME?.. AND….GASP, I FEEL MY BODY JOLT AND THEN ALL AT ONCE IT IS GONE, ONLY LEAVING SCATTERED PIECES OF EMOTIONAL RESIDUE. DUST, TO BE SWEPT AWAY, UNTIL I AM ABLE TO BECOME THE WISE SAGE WHO SAVES ENOUGH FOR AN HOUR GLASS. THE DUST MAY NEVER BE SALVAGED OR IT MAY BE EMBEDDED IN THE MOST SACRED OF CRYSTALS, HOLDING THE KEY TO LIFETIMES OF SELF DISCOVERY. IF ONLY I CAN CATCH MORE THAN A GLIMPSE OF THESE FLIP BOOK IMAGES, OR SPEND MORE THAN AN ECHOE STIRRED MOMENT IN AN ENDLESS HALL. I MUST FINISH WHAT WAS STARTED; I MUST LISTEN CLOSELY TO THE CHIMES, SAVORING EVERY NOTE, SLOWING DOWN EVERY BREATH SO THAT I MAY COLLECT THE PEICES THAT REVEAL MY INNER TRUTH. REMOVE ME FROM THE DARK AND BASK ME IN SUNLIGHT, IT WRAPS ME IN A WARM BLANKET, BRINGING WITH IT COMFORT OF MY “REAL HOME. I YEARN TO SPEND THE EVENING IN A FAR OFF LAND THAT FEELS STRANGELY FAMILIAR; FOR I SWEAR I HAVE SEEN FRAGMENTS OF IT ON OTHER NIGHTS SUCH AS THESE. I PRAY FOR EXHAUSTION TO INHABIT MY LIMBS, AND FOR THE SPINNING THOUGHTS TO CEASE THEIR ROTATION. IT IS A MERRY GO ROUND RAN BY MY INNER DEMONS WHO TAUNT ME WITH THEIR MECHANICAL LAUGHTER. THE WOULD HAVE, SHOULD HAVE COULD HAVE, ARE REPETITIVE AND MISLEADING. I CONTINUE TO TOSS AND TURN DRENCHED WITH SWEAT IN MY DISHEVELED BED. AT THE WEE HOURS OF THE MORNING I WELCOME THE ENIGMATIC WORLD OF SURREAL PLEASURES TO COME FOR ME. FOR ONLY THERE, CAN MY MIND GET THE REPRIEVAL IT SCREAMS FOR. COME TAKE ME AWAY OH SWEET SLUMBER, TAKE ME TO THE WORLD THAT INVITES CURIOUS FINGERS AND LIPS TO EXPLORE THE PATH LEADING UP TO ORGASMIC EUPHORIA, AS I COLAPSE INTO LONG MISSED ARMS. MAY I REMEMBER THEIR DELICIOUS EFFECTS WHEN THE MORN INTERUPTS. MAY NO CREAK OR CLICK IN THE DARK BLOCK THE ENTRY WAY, DESPITE THE DESPERATE SOULS THAT HAVE BEEN LEFT BEHIND TO STIR LATE AT NIGHT, FOR HAVING PUT A PRICE ON THEIR DREAMS. THEY REMEMBER THAT WE REMAIN PRISONERS OF THE DAY, ENSLAVED BY THE HYPNOTIC MIND CHATTER THAT SPEAKS ONLY HALF TRUTHS. THE FILM ROLES FOR HOURS ON END AND THEN SEGUES INTO AN EPIC JOURNEY PROOFING THAT THE BRIDGE BETWEEN FANTASY AND REALITY IS ONLY THE CREATION OF THE WAKING MIND. I PRAY FOR A TEMPORARY RELEASE, SO THAT I MAY SEEP SEEMLESSLY INTO THE SAGE’S HOUR GLASS, REST ASSURED THAT IF I LET THE OTHER WORLD LINGER LONG ENOUGH WITHIN MY MEMORY, THE DUST SHALL REVEAL THE PIECES OF MY COSMIC BEING.
– Elizabeth Grove
Lose? or letting go? Have felt the sense of freedom when I ‘let go’ of things in my life. Can’t say that about loosing as it was always followed by some emotions like guilt, anger… So not sure if freedom lies in what you lose.
The more you free your mind, the more you lose your mind… After all, the mind is all the garbage we have created to taint our consciousness. A sadhu once said our consciousness is like a blank sheet of paper, and the mind is the lines written on that sheet. To be free, we need to erase those lines.
So I guess its safe to say, freedom is a state of mind.
We similar to this data shown and it has presented me a few sort of desire to succeed for some factor, so keep up the good work.
Very deeeep. it’s literally feels so good to get words for the very same feelings from someone else. I am from Lahore. love your work, your creativity, your passions, your films, your ideas. Am just a hidden fan who follows your name behind all your creations. Thanks for being there, where I really imagine yourself.
(Khuram Imtiaz)
i was born in Nisbet Road in Lahore and revisited it when I did the the music for Bandit Queen with the incredible Nursrat Fateh Ali Khan. What an experience !
It’s my pleasure that you answered me. Sir, It just made my day. It feels good, we both from the same location. Even I live so quite close to Nisbat road.
And both the songs of Khan sahib from Bendit Queen are like immortal ones. Alas an era of immense musical creativity died with him. I am highly obsessed by Music, you can visit my youtube page for even lost and rare songs by legends. http://www.youtube.com/khurramdbg
i have never read such beauty in being lost. Perhaps lossing self is the way to realise Self
to be uncertain…I am certain about
is making more and more sense…without sense…
aum
Zen Thoughts
aum