Saturday, March 29, 2014

Cleansing the mind body soul -Basis of Navratri

The processes inside a cell in a human body are too complicated to understand. Furthermore, each cell is unique in that it has a specific work to do and talking about millions of them makes understanding even more complicated.
But nature does reveal some of its secrets and sages of the ancient times did somehow stumble on the idea that every process inside a cell must end in an end product which the body must rid itself of.
Modern sciences too support this theory in that all the end products exit the cells into the inter-cellular fluids.
The sages were quick in concluding that accumulation of these end products results in accumulation of toxins in the body and growth of diseases.
They too discovered that the (lymphatic) fluid spread all over the body traps these toxins but unlike the circulatory system with heart as its centre, this system has no central pumping organ. One can only move these fluids by conserving the energy used up in digestion which automatically gets diverted to move the fluids containing the toxins.
They also observed that digestion of fruits consumes least amount of digestive energy and also fruits provide sufficient energy to the body for all of its day to day myriad processes. The digestive energy thus conserved helps in movement of the fluids in the body, resulting in total cleansing of toxins.
With this in mind, they prescribed a biannual cleansing of body wherein one should eat only fruits for a period of consecutive nine days, once during April and once during October. 
The nine day fasting is still held in India twice. Once during navratri, usually falling around the end of March and once during navdurga falling around the month of October.
In order for the masses to strictly follow this rule, they linked this concept to appeasement of God. Over the past scores of centuries, the whole thing got intertwined with religion and as of now it has ended up in fasting once with lots of rituals and no substance.
However, if one can eat only fruits for nine consecutive days, twice a year, body gets cleansed of all the toxins and results in disease-less healthy body and mind ensemble.
One ought to drink only pure mineral water during this period of nine consecutive days and eat only fruits.
Moreover, there is an order in consumption of fruits. One should begin one’s fruit meal with citrus fruits, then eat all the other fruits and end the diet with banana. No dry fruits, no beverages and no dairy products should be consumed during this period.
One will feel jittery and queasy initially and will urinate more frequently. On the third or fourth day one will have loose motions, but by and by one will feel better, healthier and happier.


Detoxify your way to a healthy body and therefore sound mind.




Sunday, March 16, 2014

The Luminaries by Eleanor Catton.


The novel is set in the year 1866 during the age of gold rush. There is a place called Hokitika in New Zealand. A whore tries to kill herself, a hermit is found dead with gold stashed in his hut and an unsigned will and a wealthy man disappears. Walter Moody arrives in Hokitika to prospect gold as he stumbles into a gathering  of twelve men on a stormy night who had assembled to make sense of the three incidents. Every one knew partial truth and as the plot unfolds, just like the luminaries of the moon and one gets drawn into it more and more. Its structure is fascinatingly brilliant as each character becomes a kaleidoscope in itself. 
It is a not an everyday kind of book and a must read.
In a scale of 20 we give it a 19.5. (half a point retained as it became predictable in the last pages, but mind you in the very last pages)

The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt


Theo Decker, a young boy in New York City, miraculously survives a bomb blast in the Metropolitan Museum of Art but loses his mother.  Left alone with himself and facing the odds of being taken as an orphan, Theo lives under constant fear of being caught for possessing a missing painting. Life becomes as torture for him as he tries to avoid becoming the center of social sympathy and adapts to life in a friend's family but a father who had abandoned him appears and propels him into the underworld and drugs.
This 700 page excellent novel which would remind you of Dickensian characters (two in this book) is a fast-paced adventure with predicaments. Donna Taart has a unique style of creating sypathetic protagonists from shady backgrounds with minute description of finest details in every scene. In a scale of 20 we give 17.5. Definitely a must read.

Finding the Keys by Robin Robertson

Finding the Keys

The set seed and the first bulbs showing.
The silence that brings the deer.

The trees are full of handles and hinges;
you can make out keyholes, latches in the leaves.

Buds tick and crack in the sun, break open
slowly in a spur of green.

*

The small-change colours of the river bed:
these stones of copper, silver, gold.

The rock-rose in the waste-ground
finding some way to bloom. The long

spill of birdsong. Flowers, all
turned to face the hot sky. Nothing stirs.

*

That woody clack of antlers.
In yellow and red, the many griefs of autumn.

The dawn light through amber leaves
and the trees are lanterned, blown

the next day to empty stars.
Smoke in the air; the air, turning.

 *

Under a sky of stone and pink
faring in from the north and promising snow:

the blackbird.
In his beak, a victory of worms.

The winged seed of the maple,
the lost keys under the ash.

                        ......... by Robin Robertson

 This poem appears in Hill of Doors by Robin Robertson. It has been shortlisted for the latest TS Eliot prize.

Look for me by Vladislav Khodasevich

Look for Me

Look for me in spring's transparent air.
I flit like vanishing wings, no heavier than
a sound, a breath, a sunray on the floor;
I'm lighter than that ray – it's there: I'm gone.

But we are friends for ever, undivided!
Listen: I'm here. Your hands can feel the way
to reach me with their living touch, extended 
trembling into the restless flame of day.

Happen to close your eyelids, while you linger…
Make me one final effort, and you might
find at the nerve-ends of each quivering finger
brushes of secret fire as I ignite.

        ....  by Vladislav Khodasevich

This poem was written in Russian and was translated into English by the poet Peter Daniels. It appears in the bilingual edition of Khodasevich's Selected Poems published by Angel Classics.

The original poem


                        ИЩИ МЕНЯ

Ищи меня в сквозном весеннем свете.
Я весь — как взмах неощутимых крыл,
Я звук, я вздох, я зайчик на паркете,
Я легче зайчика: он — вот, он есть, я был.

Но, вечный друг, меж нами нет разлуки!
Услышь, я здесь. Касаются меня
Твои живые, трепетные руки,
Простертые в текучий пламень дня.

Помедли так. Закрой, как бы случайно,
Глаза. Еще одно усилье для меня —
И на концах дрожащих пальцев, тайно,
Быть может, вспыхну кисточкой огня.