PART 20 – FASTING – IT HAPPENS; IS NEVER DONE - PROSTITUTE ON FASTING
Dear Madam,
Then, what about fasting?
Dear my son,
Breathing, one can’t drink.
Drinking, one can’t breathe.
Seeking or pursuing
Sincerely and selflessly,
Naturally, all other things will
Fall and fail.
There happens one’s fasting.
That is how the hens
Brooding over the eggs.
As if it is in fasting.
So, dear my son,
Fasting happens;
Is never done.
Is never commanded
To be done.
Dear my son,
The cause that you really pursue
Will naturally get to be fasting.
To embrace and while in embrace
You will be fasting, undressed.
Especially if you don’t get split
And if you are not
Disillusioned and mislead
In between
For the reason of
Darkness of ignorance.
Dear my son,
The fasting that is done,
And that doesn’t happen,
Is done in the darkness
Of commands
Or promises or threats.
It is a punishment
Undergone in advance.
It is not fasting.
Fasting is ones’ blossoming.
Fasting is because one realizes.
Fasting is one's embracing his love
Dear my son,
Any one fasting because
He is asked or commanded
Can’t have and can’t, thereby, gear up
Any kind of his seeking and pursuits.
He is like the water that is cold.
It can’t send the vapors up
Just because it is not hot and boiling.
With the heat of his own
Seeking and pursuit.
Fasting is a prayer combined with effort,
Naturally happening.
Fasting is uncovering and undressing
Just because one happens to really know that
The covers and dresses will deny
The real sight and flight,
Skin to skin touch and feel.
*********** *********
Dear my son,
That which is done is done
To nourish and nurture
One’s selfish motives and desires.
It can’t get him plugged
Into the current and source of current.
There he may try to get ironed,
Making him an iron box.
But nothing will get ironed
Just for the reason
That he is not plugged into
Current and source of current.
Dear my son,
That which happens is happening
When one is really selfless,
Sprouting and fasting in spontaneity,
As plugged into and with the whole.
Selflessly being able to see and know.
Really plugged into the current and its source.
Dear my son,
In and with current is one’s real pursuit.
And if this fasting doesn’t happens,
The way it has to spontaneously,
It is just because one is not able
To be in love with his love
And is disillusioned by ignorance
To desire for that which is external,
The ornaments and properties.
******** *******
Dear my son,
Fasting will happens, when
Unwanted and unimportant
Wither away, quiet naturally,
Without any force exerted
Than its own force from within.
Just as a way to avoid the obstruction
To pursue, reach be one with the real, the whole.
Just as the flowing stream
Either flow over or divert its flow
When there comes any obstruction.
Fasting happens
When one’s own inner force
Get exerted by itself
To break the shell and be emancipated
To be one with the whole and all
To reach its target, the real nest.
Fasting happens:
The way wants and desires
Fears and threats,
Created by ignorance and illusions,
Melt away.
The way darkness vanish
With the light flowing in.
Dear my son,
Fasting happens
When one is really bewitched
By his love, God, to stand still,
Doing nothing and craving for nothing,
Embarrassed and looking only at his love
As if he needs only his love, nothing else,
Stopping him from all what he was doing,
Without needing any one
To ask and decide him to abstain from any.
Dear my son,
Such your pursuits will lead you
To a path very different
Making you forget and forsake
All your past with all its habits and wants
And that will become your fasting.
Just because you are for and after your love
And just because you are chasing
That which is important to you.
So, to be fasting, you will have
The thirst to fast,
Which you can’t resist.
Dear my son,
Fasting happens when you turn yourself
To be a window enabling you to see
What all you thought important
Were not important
And were of only misleading you
From your chasing your real love.
Dear my son,
Here fasting will happen,
Without you intending purposefully,
Without any one’s command for that
And without any one’s promise or threat
To do so.
Dear my son
Fasting happens
The way seeds sprout
The flowers blossom
And it will become
The way and flow of life,
The present and current.
Fasting happens
Only as part of accomplishing
The mission
And only for accomplishing
The mission.
Dear my son,
Fasting happens
Not because of any imposition from without
But will happen
Because it is from within
As the feel and need of within
As it is the breathing
Required for you spiritual life and height.
Messages for such fasting, dear my son,
Are ingrained in any one’s own inner soul.
And one’s inner soul is the real messenger,
Guiding him to seek and grow to its potential
And to the level to reach one’s real love.
And dear my son,
And this fasting will happen,
And it won’t need, for sure,
Any message from without.
Dear my son
It is because of these ingrained messages
The whole universe exist, flow and dance
And the migrating birds migrate.
*********** ********
Dear my son,
My love towards my love (God)
Is my seeking and going after him.
It is quiet ordinary and natural to and for me
Any other thing become less important,
And, thereby, forget and forsake
Those which are not important.
So, thus and there is my fasting.
It is like a thief‘s running for his life.
It will happen like a deer’s running
When chased by lion.
Any other thing will be
Forgotten and forsaken
In the run for life,
In one’s pursuit of and for his love.
That is how the real loving one lives
As if only in fasting.
In his run, he won’t even know
That he was wounded
With thorns or glass pieces.
He won’t know
That he did not eat or drink.
His attention will be to the level
That he won’t see and remember
Anything and anyone else
Other than his love, life.
Dear my son, so,
Till I reach safe in my love,
My nest,
I will be fasting only.
Fasting the way I fly
And flying the way I fast.
Running and running
For my only cause, my love.
Forgetting and forsaking
Everything, in my way,
For him.
Dear my son,
I don’t follow and seek my love
And I can’t follow and seek my love
Just because I am asked
By some other.
I can’t’ cry and complain for my love
The way some other has done,
Emulating and imitating.
Rather, as the one who really loves
I will not know I am fasting while I fast
That I am hungry and exhausted
While I am hungry and exhausted.
To me what will matter is
My seeking and reaching
My love
To be one with her, my God.
To reach the ocean
Of my love, my God.
********** **********
So, dear my son,
Fasting happens
If you are really in love
And are really in search of him
And never have to make it happen
By doing as asked and commanded
By any other or scriptures.
It happens in every eager waiting for your love.
Selflessly, because of your love.
It happens in each and every your pursuit.
It happens for your loving mother
When she is sick.
You will fast for her health,
Running for her medicine and treatment,
Without any one needing to ask you to do so.
Monday, December 26, 2011
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
TO LOVE MEANS TO PRAY - PROSTITUTE ON LOVE & PRAYER - MY LOVE MY GOD – PART 19
(CONTINUED)
PART – 7
Dear my son,
Knowledge unaccompanied by and with love,
And its fruits mercy and compassion,
Will not be effective and useful.
Rather, it will be dangerous and misleading.
Such ones with such knowledge
Won’t be really knowledgeable
Enabling them to know themselves.
Power unaccompanied by and with love,
And its fruits mercy and compassion,
Will not be effective and useful.
Rather, it will be dangerous and misleading.
Such ones with such power
Won’t be really powerful,
Able to have their own control.
*********** **********
Dear my son,
My love (my God) is not an untold story.
And my love (my God) is not a picture in imagination,
Not draw-able and never drawn by any hand.
It is not the grape in picture,
Never quenching the thirst
It is he, my love,
The only story told everywhere
And readable from any where.
It is he, my love,
The only picture seen and lived everyday
In the forms and frames of universes and microcosms
It is he, my love,
The story behind the making of this universe and microcosms.
It is he, my love,
The only picture, as beautiful and grand as this universe.
It is he, my love,
The only force behind each and every arrow send out.
It is he, my love,
The only eye that decides directions of the arrows sent out.
It is he, my love,
The only force with which arrows are moving forward.
It is he, my love,
The back bone of present and current, life.
It is he, my love
The soul of rivers that shapes and makes them flow.
It is he, my love,
The rhythm and tune that make music sound beautiful.
It is he, my love,
The window that gives seeds its space to sprout.
It is he, my love,
The fate maker and decider.
And It is he, my love,
The creator, sustainer and destroyer.
************** *********
Dear my son,
It is he my love everywhere.
I feel and touch him everywhere, every time.
The whole universe and this world is
Framed and filled only with my love.
Still, dear my son,
No one sees and feels my love
Even when they, unknowingly,
Feel, see and experience only my love.
Just because my love is
Colorless, formless and transparent.
My love reaches everywhere, everyone
Without being reached and caught
By anyone, anywhere.
************** *********
Dear my son,
It is just like one can’t see his own eyes.
It is jus like one can’t know
What he is seeing is with his own eyes
Unless he closes his eyes.
**************** ********
So, dear my son,
To be able to swim and bathe in my love
And to be able to breath and drink only my love
To engulf me with love
And to cause from me the overflow
Only of love and compassion,
Am I waiting for my death.
That will close my eyes
To let me know that
It was my eyes, my love,
That I was seeing.
It was my eyes that made me
See my love.
It was with my love, my eyes,
I was seeing anything and everything
That I loved.
And to enable me to enter into my love,
To make whole my being and body
Filled and framed only with love,
With the being of my love.
To make the whole universality
My being and body,
One and the same.
To make me not a different being
From my love
Or from this whole universality,
The frame and body of my love.
And to let me know that
I was the soul and body of my love,
This universality and life.
********** *********
Dear my son,
I care for my love more than me.
No where and no time
I can be without him.
I love my love
To surround and suffocate me
With his fullness and omnipresence
With his might and magic of omnipotence.
******** ********
Dear my son,
I can’t require for anything more
With those prayers of needs,
Taught by the preachers and priests,
The prayers that originate
From fear and desire of ignorance
The prayers that originate
From the feel of imperfection,
Looking as if I don’t know my love,
As if my love doesn’t know me,
As if I am different and separate from my love,
As if my love, keeping everything with him,
Did not or does not give what I need dearly.
************ **********
Dear my son,
My love is my nest
Wherein my soul takes shelter
Without having to have
Any other choice.
Dear my son
To my love I am its nest
Wherein my love will take shelter
Without having to have
Any other choice.
Dear my son,
I care and want to care my love
In the way I care myself
For not having to have any other choice.
*********** **********
Dear my son,
One can like,
As he can dislike too.
Likes and dislikes are made
For and with conditions and reasons.
********** ********
Dear my son,
Love mine is to myself.
Love mine is to my love.
One can love only himself.
One can love only his love.
Because love to oneself, his love, only
Can be with no conditions and reasons.
********* *********
Dear my son,
One may happen to like or dislike.
One may happen to hate or fight.
Just because of his love to himself.
To save and serve him, his love.
Than to love oneself, his love,
One has no other go.
And love as a word, in this way,
Has no opposite too.
Just for the reason
Love is for no reason.
And just for the reason
Love, for any reason,
Has no start and end.
********* ***********
Love is the inner soul and outer form
Of being and being-ness
Love is the core and meaning of
The current and present.
*************
Dear my son,
My love better knows me
And is with no condition on me.
My love is my God, my soul.
With the confidence I have in him
I can’t tell him
That I know better than him.
With the assurance I have of him
I can’t ask him anything for
To mean and say that
He didn’t know what I knew
Or he didn’t give what I need.
********* ********
Dear my son,
I talk with him whenever I feel,
With no barriers of time and space
In the tone and way my own
With the tongue and content my own
With no question of fear and forethought.
And with no question of having for me and my love
Any different tone and tongue
********* *********
Dear my son,
When in real love
I can’t get even a fraction of second
To be away from my love,
And can’t spend one single moment
Without talking to him
Or without being plugged in him.
All the energy I have is
The energy he gives
Or send through me.
I am heated up, because
He is there behind me connected.
I have all the great knowledge and confidence.
He is capable of making me lack nothing
And to fill in me with all
What I have, don’t have
And what I need.
So is my prayer to him,
Neither with a claiming tone,
To mean that
I know of my needs than
My God, my love,
Nor with a tone of complaint or allegation,
To mean that
He, God, my love, did not equip me
With what I need in my life and after.
********* **********
Dear my son,
I don’t pray to my love
The way priests and preachers do
For listing don’t haves
And to put blame to be wrong
To ill-equip me.
Dear my son
My prayers is with two submission
First, I know not better of my needs
Second, I know not better than my love,
To whom I pray.
My prayer is my feel for my love,
My God.
My prayer is the vapors that go up from me
When I am really boiled with heat of and feel for him.
I can’t help, dear my son, but pray to my love.
*********** *******
Still, dear my son,
Tell me why I should make prayer,
The way preachers and priests do,
Using the tongue and content alien to me,
Especially if I am sure
That my love has well-equipped me.
If, my love gives and fills in me
With all what I need
Without waiting for one my complaint
Or without waiting for me to list
My complaints.
Dear my son,
So, am I breathing in and out
Only my love.
As I never know better than my love
Who gave me and filled in me
With all what I need as my entitlements.
PART – 7
Dear my son,
Knowledge unaccompanied by and with love,
And its fruits mercy and compassion,
Will not be effective and useful.
Rather, it will be dangerous and misleading.
Such ones with such knowledge
Won’t be really knowledgeable
Enabling them to know themselves.
Power unaccompanied by and with love,
And its fruits mercy and compassion,
Will not be effective and useful.
Rather, it will be dangerous and misleading.
Such ones with such power
Won’t be really powerful,
Able to have their own control.
*********** **********
Dear my son,
My love (my God) is not an untold story.
And my love (my God) is not a picture in imagination,
Not draw-able and never drawn by any hand.
It is not the grape in picture,
Never quenching the thirst
It is he, my love,
The only story told everywhere
And readable from any where.
It is he, my love,
The only picture seen and lived everyday
In the forms and frames of universes and microcosms
It is he, my love,
The story behind the making of this universe and microcosms.
It is he, my love,
The only picture, as beautiful and grand as this universe.
It is he, my love,
The only force behind each and every arrow send out.
It is he, my love,
The only eye that decides directions of the arrows sent out.
It is he, my love,
The only force with which arrows are moving forward.
It is he, my love,
The back bone of present and current, life.
It is he, my love
The soul of rivers that shapes and makes them flow.
It is he, my love,
The rhythm and tune that make music sound beautiful.
It is he, my love,
The window that gives seeds its space to sprout.
It is he, my love,
The fate maker and decider.
And It is he, my love,
The creator, sustainer and destroyer.
************** *********
Dear my son,
It is he my love everywhere.
I feel and touch him everywhere, every time.
The whole universe and this world is
Framed and filled only with my love.
Still, dear my son,
No one sees and feels my love
Even when they, unknowingly,
Feel, see and experience only my love.
Just because my love is
Colorless, formless and transparent.
My love reaches everywhere, everyone
Without being reached and caught
By anyone, anywhere.
************** *********
Dear my son,
It is just like one can’t see his own eyes.
It is jus like one can’t know
What he is seeing is with his own eyes
Unless he closes his eyes.
**************** ********
So, dear my son,
To be able to swim and bathe in my love
And to be able to breath and drink only my love
To engulf me with love
And to cause from me the overflow
Only of love and compassion,
Am I waiting for my death.
That will close my eyes
To let me know that
It was my eyes, my love,
That I was seeing.
It was my eyes that made me
See my love.
It was with my love, my eyes,
I was seeing anything and everything
That I loved.
And to enable me to enter into my love,
To make whole my being and body
Filled and framed only with love,
With the being of my love.
To make the whole universality
My being and body,
One and the same.
To make me not a different being
From my love
Or from this whole universality,
The frame and body of my love.
And to let me know that
I was the soul and body of my love,
This universality and life.
********** *********
Dear my son,
I care for my love more than me.
No where and no time
I can be without him.
I love my love
To surround and suffocate me
With his fullness and omnipresence
With his might and magic of omnipotence.
******** ********
Dear my son,
I can’t require for anything more
With those prayers of needs,
Taught by the preachers and priests,
The prayers that originate
From fear and desire of ignorance
The prayers that originate
From the feel of imperfection,
Looking as if I don’t know my love,
As if my love doesn’t know me,
As if I am different and separate from my love,
As if my love, keeping everything with him,
Did not or does not give what I need dearly.
************ **********
Dear my son,
My love is my nest
Wherein my soul takes shelter
Without having to have
Any other choice.
Dear my son
To my love I am its nest
Wherein my love will take shelter
Without having to have
Any other choice.
Dear my son,
I care and want to care my love
In the way I care myself
For not having to have any other choice.
*********** **********
Dear my son,
One can like,
As he can dislike too.
Likes and dislikes are made
For and with conditions and reasons.
********** ********
Dear my son,
Love mine is to myself.
Love mine is to my love.
One can love only himself.
One can love only his love.
Because love to oneself, his love, only
Can be with no conditions and reasons.
********* *********
Dear my son,
One may happen to like or dislike.
One may happen to hate or fight.
Just because of his love to himself.
To save and serve him, his love.
Than to love oneself, his love,
One has no other go.
And love as a word, in this way,
Has no opposite too.
Just for the reason
Love is for no reason.
And just for the reason
Love, for any reason,
Has no start and end.
********* ***********
Love is the inner soul and outer form
Of being and being-ness
Love is the core and meaning of
The current and present.
*************
Dear my son,
My love better knows me
And is with no condition on me.
My love is my God, my soul.
With the confidence I have in him
I can’t tell him
That I know better than him.
With the assurance I have of him
I can’t ask him anything for
To mean and say that
He didn’t know what I knew
Or he didn’t give what I need.
********* ********
Dear my son,
I talk with him whenever I feel,
With no barriers of time and space
In the tone and way my own
With the tongue and content my own
With no question of fear and forethought.
And with no question of having for me and my love
Any different tone and tongue
********* *********
Dear my son,
When in real love
I can’t get even a fraction of second
To be away from my love,
And can’t spend one single moment
Without talking to him
Or without being plugged in him.
All the energy I have is
The energy he gives
Or send through me.
I am heated up, because
He is there behind me connected.
I have all the great knowledge and confidence.
He is capable of making me lack nothing
And to fill in me with all
What I have, don’t have
And what I need.
So is my prayer to him,
Neither with a claiming tone,
To mean that
I know of my needs than
My God, my love,
Nor with a tone of complaint or allegation,
To mean that
He, God, my love, did not equip me
With what I need in my life and after.
********* **********
Dear my son,
I don’t pray to my love
The way priests and preachers do
For listing don’t haves
And to put blame to be wrong
To ill-equip me.
Dear my son
My prayers is with two submission
First, I know not better of my needs
Second, I know not better than my love,
To whom I pray.
My prayer is my feel for my love,
My God.
My prayer is the vapors that go up from me
When I am really boiled with heat of and feel for him.
I can’t help, dear my son, but pray to my love.
*********** *******
Still, dear my son,
Tell me why I should make prayer,
The way preachers and priests do,
Using the tongue and content alien to me,
Especially if I am sure
That my love has well-equipped me.
If, my love gives and fills in me
With all what I need
Without waiting for one my complaint
Or without waiting for me to list
My complaints.
Dear my son,
So, am I breathing in and out
Only my love.
As I never know better than my love
Who gave me and filled in me
With all what I need as my entitlements.
Sunday, December 11, 2011
MALARVADI MEGA QUIZ MOCKERY - FEW QUESTIONS TO MR. PRADEEP TOO
Dear Sir,
SUBJECT: A MEGA QUIZ MOCKERY - THE WAY MALARVADI GCC MEGA QUIZ WAS CONDUCTED.
(FEW QUESTIONS TO MR. PRADEEP TOO…. )
To have been seated on big decorated chair will not make any one great.
To be grea one has to be great by himself, by being humble and simple without having too much of claims, and being really great from inner soul and from the quality of inner soul.
To have been conducted (the second phase of Malarvadi’s GCC Mega Quiz contest (for juniors) in Kuwait) by Mr. Pradeep or to have (the same) been conducted with the support of great technology does not or will not make and mean that such an event was an event great and successful.
To be great and to be considered successful, such a program has to connect with its participants and has to be able to motivate and encourage them. It has to be able to help them to believe in themselves and to help them boost their confidence level, especially when such a program is conducted for children.
At least, a program should not be meant only to de-motivate and frighten the children with the foolishly serious look of its conductors or event or by artificially giving pretentious intellectual or genius look to the event or its conductors. Never the mind should be set to make the questioner (Quiz Master) win the contest.
It is easy for any one to make tough questions. Especially fools easily come up with toughest and unanswerable questions. But, the toughest thing in the world is to make tough things look easy. Browsing Internet or referring big books, it is very easy even for children to come up with more tougher and un-answerable questions. No need for Mr. Pradeep to come for that in his great name. Wise man is the one who gives what is suiting. Never a wise mother will give Biriyani to the new born baby, even though she will eat it herself. Carbohydrate may be same. But some are in Biriyani form and some other are biscuit and breast milk form.
None of the parents would have wanted and wished to see all their children to become the winners of this event (any even) for sure. There is no for-sure winner in any contest. And it is not possible too for all to become winners in one and same contest.
But all the parents would have wished one simple thing. To give their children a kind of simple feeling that they could do something and they could participate in some event of their level. The feel that they also got out into the play ground and played. They would have seen a chance for their child to prove themselves, improve their confidence level and to see where they are in relation to the challenges they have to face as children. But with relevance. No one would have wanted to buy a dog that will bite for sure.
Malarvadi, if it did not learn any lesson from its experience hitherto, should learn now that it is not so great to see the children defeated. It is not great to defeat the children and to give the children the feel of defeated-ness.
As you may be aware, it is easy for a fool to make and go after serious and tough questions. But it is not very easy to address and read the soul and spirit of the children. Malarvadi did what it could do as a fool easily. It did not do and go after the tougher side of learning how to address the soul and spirit of childhood. Malarvadi could have come up with some questions of relevance to childhood, from their living surrounding of children, from science, from space, from environment, from history, from India, knowing that they were only children 11 and 12 years old, studying in 5th and 6th standards.
The second phase of GCC Mega Quiz was successful and useful to the children to get them defeated (even though some of them will be declared first or second or third prize winners) and to give them very great (for Malarvadi) hurt feel of defeat. It was helpful to them to exhaust their air of confidence and to give Malarvadi and Mr. Pradeep a look of great genius and victorious.
Malarvadi might have spent a lot of money to get Mr. Pradeep as its conductor and for the technology it has resorted to for this event. And Malarvadi could have got this big amount of money easily accumulated from the exorbitant (unnecessary) fees Malarvadi collected for this event from little children (IRS 185).
Malarvadi could also have foolishly satisfied itself to have earned great mileage to itself and its patron organization Jama’at E Islami and its outfits in GCC, the conductors and organizers of the MEGA Quiz here in GCC and for getting a good (negative) advertisement to the magazine Malarvadi.
But Malarvadi could not understand and learn a very simple lesson that it could not win the minds of children who participated in it. It could not read the mind and standard of the children. It could not know that the children who participated in it got more de-motivated. It became so pretentious that it could not come up with a product that suits to the children’s level and standard. It was trying to put 500 kilogram weight on the shoulders of children of 10 and 11 years old, to show that it is (they are) much qualified with its weighty questions and only it is the ultimate victorious.
Malarvadi did not know the greatest effort is required to get the children win, at least in their feel . Malarvadi did not know the greatest achievement has to be in making the children win and to have in all of them a feel of win, by creating a win – win situation, and by giving them a feel they were able to do something (as Annaarakkannanum thannaalaayathu).
To be frank, I would say and, let Malarvadi know, that the children who participated in this quiz contest event, and their parents, had a feel of “got-cheated and fooled”. It did not test their children. Rather it mocked at them a lot by saying that Pradeep can come up with really tougher and unanswerable (even to the grown-ups) questions. It tried to measure the children in the way some extra-genius are measured, tried and tested. It gave no choices to them and made them really helpless. It wanted the children to be more perfect than IAS and IPS and IFS candidates.
This contest did give the children a feel that it was wrong for children to have tried or participated to contest in such a so-called MEGA Quiz contest. It gave them a threatening look to mean that they should not have attended such a quiz contest at all. It tried to tell children’s fate and destiny is ever to be defeated and to have ‘feel of defeat’ throughout their life. It tried to teach them that they should reduce their confidence level to its maximum extent, if they have got any.
In front of Malarvadi’s GCC MEGA QUIZ they became like some players who got into the play ground, but came out of the ground, without being able to play, very soon just for the reason that the ball with which they were asked to play was made of iron, referees were lions, the ground itself was too much with stones and thorns and the players were not allowed to wear shoes or socks.
In the beginning and before such a contest got conducted children had a very simple thought. Since this mega quiz program was conducted by a children’s magazine of long past experience, it would have some childish elements it. It will boost their confidence level. It will have some fun for them to remember. It will, by all means, suit to their mental standard and psychology.
But when it was over, they had a very clear cut conclusion about Malarvadi that it did understand more of Malarvadi’s interest and hidden agendas. That Malarvadi didn’t have any prior experience and did not do any prior (preparatory) studies to understand and to handle children’s level, mindset and psychology. At least it did not watch how many other children’s magazines and groups are conducting this kind of quiz contests.
To make its event greater with difference, it should have conducted understanding the children’s psychology and mindset.
With the above my comments, let me ask Malarvadi some simple questions as below about the quiz competitions that Malarvadi has conducted under pretext of GCC Mega Quiz?
1. When Malarvadi were conducting second phase of GCC Mega Quiz for Junior children, what were the things in the minds of Malarvadi ?
2. Did Malarvadi think that to come up with tougher and unanswerable questions was such a great thing to achieve and to be proud of?
3. Was Malarvadi really sincere and serious to seek and see the development in children and to give them motivation, than propagating its hidden agenda or giving mileage to its and its outfits’ cause of getting advertisement, coverage and acceptance?
4. Didn’t Malarvadi know those junior children, who were participating it, were not the candidates applying for IAS and IFS or IPS?
5. Didn't Malarvadi know that even syllabus based exams and quiz contests were done with multiple choices, in an objective way? You may have your own the logic, excuse and reason, that the multiple choice will make the lucky one to win, than the one really knowing. But better was to give that excuses, logic and reason go in favor of children. Or at least to come up with the questions of relevance to them.
6. Didn’t Malarvadi watch and see any other quiz programs conducted by any similar group? At least a very commercial, “Kaun Banega Karorepati”, a great quiz program conducted for grown-ups in one of India’s TV channels. It is for grown up people, still with multiple choices.
7. Didn’t Malarvadi know even the Medical and Engineering entrance Tests are conducted (even after the candidates’ thorough preparations for the same) with multiple choices?
Hoping and thinking Malarvadi and its MEGA Quiz organizers will be kind enough to answer the above and give me a reply.
With kind regards
Abdul Raheem
SUBJECT: A MEGA QUIZ MOCKERY - THE WAY MALARVADI GCC MEGA QUIZ WAS CONDUCTED.
(FEW QUESTIONS TO MR. PRADEEP TOO…. )
To have been seated on big decorated chair will not make any one great.
To be grea one has to be great by himself, by being humble and simple without having too much of claims, and being really great from inner soul and from the quality of inner soul.
To have been conducted (the second phase of Malarvadi’s GCC Mega Quiz contest (for juniors) in Kuwait) by Mr. Pradeep or to have (the same) been conducted with the support of great technology does not or will not make and mean that such an event was an event great and successful.
To be great and to be considered successful, such a program has to connect with its participants and has to be able to motivate and encourage them. It has to be able to help them to believe in themselves and to help them boost their confidence level, especially when such a program is conducted for children.
At least, a program should not be meant only to de-motivate and frighten the children with the foolishly serious look of its conductors or event or by artificially giving pretentious intellectual or genius look to the event or its conductors. Never the mind should be set to make the questioner (Quiz Master) win the contest.
It is easy for any one to make tough questions. Especially fools easily come up with toughest and unanswerable questions. But, the toughest thing in the world is to make tough things look easy. Browsing Internet or referring big books, it is very easy even for children to come up with more tougher and un-answerable questions. No need for Mr. Pradeep to come for that in his great name. Wise man is the one who gives what is suiting. Never a wise mother will give Biriyani to the new born baby, even though she will eat it herself. Carbohydrate may be same. But some are in Biriyani form and some other are biscuit and breast milk form.
None of the parents would have wanted and wished to see all their children to become the winners of this event (any even) for sure. There is no for-sure winner in any contest. And it is not possible too for all to become winners in one and same contest.
But all the parents would have wished one simple thing. To give their children a kind of simple feeling that they could do something and they could participate in some event of their level. The feel that they also got out into the play ground and played. They would have seen a chance for their child to prove themselves, improve their confidence level and to see where they are in relation to the challenges they have to face as children. But with relevance. No one would have wanted to buy a dog that will bite for sure.
Malarvadi, if it did not learn any lesson from its experience hitherto, should learn now that it is not so great to see the children defeated. It is not great to defeat the children and to give the children the feel of defeated-ness.
As you may be aware, it is easy for a fool to make and go after serious and tough questions. But it is not very easy to address and read the soul and spirit of the children. Malarvadi did what it could do as a fool easily. It did not do and go after the tougher side of learning how to address the soul and spirit of childhood. Malarvadi could have come up with some questions of relevance to childhood, from their living surrounding of children, from science, from space, from environment, from history, from India, knowing that they were only children 11 and 12 years old, studying in 5th and 6th standards.
The second phase of GCC Mega Quiz was successful and useful to the children to get them defeated (even though some of them will be declared first or second or third prize winners) and to give them very great (for Malarvadi) hurt feel of defeat. It was helpful to them to exhaust their air of confidence and to give Malarvadi and Mr. Pradeep a look of great genius and victorious.
Malarvadi might have spent a lot of money to get Mr. Pradeep as its conductor and for the technology it has resorted to for this event. And Malarvadi could have got this big amount of money easily accumulated from the exorbitant (unnecessary) fees Malarvadi collected for this event from little children (IRS 185).
Malarvadi could also have foolishly satisfied itself to have earned great mileage to itself and its patron organization Jama’at E Islami and its outfits in GCC, the conductors and organizers of the MEGA Quiz here in GCC and for getting a good (negative) advertisement to the magazine Malarvadi.
But Malarvadi could not understand and learn a very simple lesson that it could not win the minds of children who participated in it. It could not read the mind and standard of the children. It could not know that the children who participated in it got more de-motivated. It became so pretentious that it could not come up with a product that suits to the children’s level and standard. It was trying to put 500 kilogram weight on the shoulders of children of 10 and 11 years old, to show that it is (they are) much qualified with its weighty questions and only it is the ultimate victorious.
Malarvadi did not know the greatest effort is required to get the children win, at least in their feel . Malarvadi did not know the greatest achievement has to be in making the children win and to have in all of them a feel of win, by creating a win – win situation, and by giving them a feel they were able to do something (as Annaarakkannanum thannaalaayathu).
To be frank, I would say and, let Malarvadi know, that the children who participated in this quiz contest event, and their parents, had a feel of “got-cheated and fooled”. It did not test their children. Rather it mocked at them a lot by saying that Pradeep can come up with really tougher and unanswerable (even to the grown-ups) questions. It tried to measure the children in the way some extra-genius are measured, tried and tested. It gave no choices to them and made them really helpless. It wanted the children to be more perfect than IAS and IPS and IFS candidates.
This contest did give the children a feel that it was wrong for children to have tried or participated to contest in such a so-called MEGA Quiz contest. It gave them a threatening look to mean that they should not have attended such a quiz contest at all. It tried to tell children’s fate and destiny is ever to be defeated and to have ‘feel of defeat’ throughout their life. It tried to teach them that they should reduce their confidence level to its maximum extent, if they have got any.
In front of Malarvadi’s GCC MEGA QUIZ they became like some players who got into the play ground, but came out of the ground, without being able to play, very soon just for the reason that the ball with which they were asked to play was made of iron, referees were lions, the ground itself was too much with stones and thorns and the players were not allowed to wear shoes or socks.
In the beginning and before such a contest got conducted children had a very simple thought. Since this mega quiz program was conducted by a children’s magazine of long past experience, it would have some childish elements it. It will boost their confidence level. It will have some fun for them to remember. It will, by all means, suit to their mental standard and psychology.
But when it was over, they had a very clear cut conclusion about Malarvadi that it did understand more of Malarvadi’s interest and hidden agendas. That Malarvadi didn’t have any prior experience and did not do any prior (preparatory) studies to understand and to handle children’s level, mindset and psychology. At least it did not watch how many other children’s magazines and groups are conducting this kind of quiz contests.
To make its event greater with difference, it should have conducted understanding the children’s psychology and mindset.
With the above my comments, let me ask Malarvadi some simple questions as below about the quiz competitions that Malarvadi has conducted under pretext of GCC Mega Quiz?
1. When Malarvadi were conducting second phase of GCC Mega Quiz for Junior children, what were the things in the minds of Malarvadi ?
2. Did Malarvadi think that to come up with tougher and unanswerable questions was such a great thing to achieve and to be proud of?
3. Was Malarvadi really sincere and serious to seek and see the development in children and to give them motivation, than propagating its hidden agenda or giving mileage to its and its outfits’ cause of getting advertisement, coverage and acceptance?
4. Didn’t Malarvadi know those junior children, who were participating it, were not the candidates applying for IAS and IFS or IPS?
5. Didn't Malarvadi know that even syllabus based exams and quiz contests were done with multiple choices, in an objective way? You may have your own the logic, excuse and reason, that the multiple choice will make the lucky one to win, than the one really knowing. But better was to give that excuses, logic and reason go in favor of children. Or at least to come up with the questions of relevance to them.
6. Didn’t Malarvadi watch and see any other quiz programs conducted by any similar group? At least a very commercial, “Kaun Banega Karorepati”, a great quiz program conducted for grown-ups in one of India’s TV channels. It is for grown up people, still with multiple choices.
7. Didn’t Malarvadi know even the Medical and Engineering entrance Tests are conducted (even after the candidates’ thorough preparations for the same) with multiple choices?
Hoping and thinking Malarvadi and its MEGA Quiz organizers will be kind enough to answer the above and give me a reply.
With kind regards
Abdul Raheem
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Dear Mark Zuckerberg - When confined, love is hate - Worries are dresses of the cofused
Dear Mark Zuckerberg
Open and in openness is God and truth.
And to open and uncover is love
And its curiosity in and for life.
Dear Mark,
When confined, God becomes devil
And love becomes hate.
Trapping itself in the castles of
Fear and insecurity.
So, are the issues of privacy and security.
Don't worry.
Worries are the dresses the cofused puts on.
You are not confused, on this at least, I guess.
Facebook, your idea and work,
Has opened up and is to open up
The face of truth to all
Getting the same to be of no space and time
And no direction and confinements,
Thereby, letting and getting everyone
Breathing into each other
The air of life and truth.
Really great to see and be in and with it.
We are strangers to each other, you may feel.
But strangers on strange paths are
The better friends to each other.
Regards,
Raheem
Open and in openness is God and truth.
And to open and uncover is love
And its curiosity in and for life.
Dear Mark,
When confined, God becomes devil
And love becomes hate.
Trapping itself in the castles of
Fear and insecurity.
So, are the issues of privacy and security.
Don't worry.
Worries are the dresses the cofused puts on.
You are not confused, on this at least, I guess.
Facebook, your idea and work,
Has opened up and is to open up
The face of truth to all
Getting the same to be of no space and time
And no direction and confinements,
Thereby, letting and getting everyone
Breathing into each other
The air of life and truth.
Really great to see and be in and with it.
We are strangers to each other, you may feel.
But strangers on strange paths are
The better friends to each other.
Regards,
Raheem
Monday, December 5, 2011
PART 18 - MY LOVE MY GOD – FORMLESS, COLORLESS AND TRANSPARENT - PROSTITUTE ON PRAYER
PART -1
Unconditionally unconditional is love.
While in love one will be made
To be transparent, formless and colorless.
That is why and how
God and truth are
Colorless, formless and transparent.
Never seen and never caught.
As within everyone;
Meantime, beyond every one
When in the world of colors and forms.
Mad in love
Seeking and following love, God,
Every point, every corner in this universe
Seeing them as the paths trodden for me by my love
To seek and feel him, to hug and embrace him
Without being seen and without being caught
By any.
Dear my son,
Colorless, formless and transparent
You never get seen and caught
As you will become
Beyond all comprehensions..
Any glimpse and any smell
Any sign and any mark
Will burn in me the fuel
To go after and fall further in my love
With no feel of exhaustion or extinction.
Dear my son,
Colorless and transparent
Never become exhausted and extinct.
So is my love, God,
Never exhausting and extinct.
**************
PART - 2
Dear my son,
Who are there,
Feeling themselves outside and alienated,
Making loud noises
While we talk about love?
Are they the preachers?
Are they preaching
Or trying to preach to us
About God and death?
It looks like they are with
Threats and promises
On and about God,
Death and after-death.
Being outsiders or aliens,
Or at least with such their feel
Of being outsiders and aliens,
They can’t help other than
With threats and promises.
Dear my son,
Open my open doors
And tell them leave the place
At least not to disturb themselves.
And at least one wouldn’t like to be disturbed
While they are in love-making with their love.
PART - 3
Loving one will never have to knock from outside.
Rather, they will knock from inside.
Because transparence, formlessness and colorlessness
Will take all the bars and barriers away.
That is why, dear my son,
The eggs and seeds
While sprouting and hatched
Get opened from inside.
For love of life and God.
For love for life and God.
Dear my son,
So it is true as well
That we are never closed to make them
Knock at our doors.
Rather we are open in openness
Loving the great openness,
God or life.
PART - 4
Still they make all their effort
With threats and promises
As if they are knocking very hard.
Dear my son,
Let them know,
Death is only a door to me,
Which I really crave for,
To get into my love
To be one with him.
Till the time I am dead,
Or till I recover or uncover
From the cover of sickness of physicality,
Or till I reach the world of
Colorless and formless transparency,
I will be growing and evolving
In and with my love
In the ways of making and trying to make love.
PART – 5
Dear my son,
In my love, or in my talk with my love,
From near the door, death,
Where the colors and forms may matter,
And where transparency could be
A stage to be reached,
I am in and with the tone and tongue.
And, dear my son, in this my talk with my love
I may resort to any tone and tongue,
Then and there possible and available,
As my love has no particular tongue
Other than the tongue of no- tongue of love.
The tongue of real feel for him
PART - 6
Dear my son,
My talk with my love is my prayer.
And the prayer mine is my worship.
Selfless acknowledgment and praising of him.
And of my great love to him.
With no compulsion, by one’s own impulses,
It comes up, spontaneously, by itself.
Dear my son, in love
No one will be there to imitate
And no one will be there to command
With dos and don’ts.
Prayer….
It is a continuous flow in and out.
It is a kind of continuous evaporation
When one is really hot with love.
(....... Continued .......)
Unconditionally unconditional is love.
While in love one will be made
To be transparent, formless and colorless.
That is why and how
God and truth are
Colorless, formless and transparent.
Never seen and never caught.
As within everyone;
Meantime, beyond every one
When in the world of colors and forms.
Mad in love
Seeking and following love, God,
Every point, every corner in this universe
Seeing them as the paths trodden for me by my love
To seek and feel him, to hug and embrace him
Without being seen and without being caught
By any.
Dear my son,
Colorless, formless and transparent
You never get seen and caught
As you will become
Beyond all comprehensions..
Any glimpse and any smell
Any sign and any mark
Will burn in me the fuel
To go after and fall further in my love
With no feel of exhaustion or extinction.
Dear my son,
Colorless and transparent
Never become exhausted and extinct.
So is my love, God,
Never exhausting and extinct.
**************
PART - 2
Dear my son,
Who are there,
Feeling themselves outside and alienated,
Making loud noises
While we talk about love?
Are they the preachers?
Are they preaching
Or trying to preach to us
About God and death?
It looks like they are with
Threats and promises
On and about God,
Death and after-death.
Being outsiders or aliens,
Or at least with such their feel
Of being outsiders and aliens,
They can’t help other than
With threats and promises.
Dear my son,
Open my open doors
And tell them leave the place
At least not to disturb themselves.
And at least one wouldn’t like to be disturbed
While they are in love-making with their love.
PART - 3
Loving one will never have to knock from outside.
Rather, they will knock from inside.
Because transparence, formlessness and colorlessness
Will take all the bars and barriers away.
That is why, dear my son,
The eggs and seeds
While sprouting and hatched
Get opened from inside.
For love of life and God.
For love for life and God.
Dear my son,
So it is true as well
That we are never closed to make them
Knock at our doors.
Rather we are open in openness
Loving the great openness,
God or life.
PART - 4
Still they make all their effort
With threats and promises
As if they are knocking very hard.
Dear my son,
Let them know,
Death is only a door to me,
Which I really crave for,
To get into my love
To be one with him.
Till the time I am dead,
Or till I recover or uncover
From the cover of sickness of physicality,
Or till I reach the world of
Colorless and formless transparency,
I will be growing and evolving
In and with my love
In the ways of making and trying to make love.
PART – 5
Dear my son,
In my love, or in my talk with my love,
From near the door, death,
Where the colors and forms may matter,
And where transparency could be
A stage to be reached,
I am in and with the tone and tongue.
And, dear my son, in this my talk with my love
I may resort to any tone and tongue,
Then and there possible and available,
As my love has no particular tongue
Other than the tongue of no- tongue of love.
The tongue of real feel for him
PART - 6
Dear my son,
My talk with my love is my prayer.
And the prayer mine is my worship.
Selfless acknowledgment and praising of him.
And of my great love to him.
With no compulsion, by one’s own impulses,
It comes up, spontaneously, by itself.
Dear my son, in love
No one will be there to imitate
And no one will be there to command
With dos and don’ts.
Prayer….
It is a continuous flow in and out.
It is a kind of continuous evaporation
When one is really hot with love.
(....... Continued .......)
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