Vaidyoh Narayana Hari - Medical Sat Sangha

Medical Sat Sangha - A write up

Did Sri Ramakrishna consider his doctors as his Gurus ? Or as his Upa-Gurus, if you like.

He did consider Mahapurush Mj.s' father in such a light, I believe. Holy Mother used to ask Radhu to salute the visiting Vaidhyas. Vaidhyo Narayana can also be taken to mean that Doctors are Narayana in human form.
Can you pick and choose your doctor ? For the medicines to work properly for me I strongly feel I have to have trust & faith in my doctor. So how can I get a doctor whom I can trust ?
If I am a quack I will trust a quack doctor. If I am intelligently alert to my bodily health I will get a qualified doctor.
What about a qualified but unethical doctor ? A doctor who over-prescribes ? Or a doctor who is over cautious because the patient is a VIP or VVIP ?

It is a great blessing not to have a big health issue at sixty and it is a greater blessing to have any budding issues detected in the bud so that it could be promptly nipped. And if is the greatest blessing when the right, well qualified and very upright doctor happens to you at the right time. For that to happen, I suppose you need to be going about your life in a simple, measured way with no big airs about you and with a commonsense trust in the goodness of God's scheme of things.

My life, I suppose, is going Okay, since I find that such doctors keep happening to me. Going back as much as I could, I recall with thanks Dr. Sharma of Chandigarh PGI. He prescribed at the right time a miniscule dosage of a tablet which resulted in largely relieving me of my monthly Migraine attacks. Then I recall our Neurologist HOD in Sevapratishtan who stopped this medicine after two years which nipped in the bud a protein problem in my kidneys. Then I recall our great Doctor Pradeep Chakraborty of medicine dept. in Sevapratishtan who prescribed a tiny dose of a tablet for a minor heart condition. I am continuing it in a slightly increased dosage and all knowledgeable people say I am doing fine.
I salute the good Dr. PC and hope to have his darshan sometime again.
The latest to happen in this line is Dr. Diwakar, Cardiologist in our Vrindavan Ramakrishna Mission Hospital. With great authority and after due examination he cancelled the heart-attack which I was diagnosed with by another doctor earlier and put me off the strong heart medicines I was taking for about a fortnight. I am looking forward to having his darshan tomorrow.

So I am thankful to God that though in some other ways He is playing tough with me and makes me fight hard in reply, in some crucial ways like this matter of my health He plays with soft hands.

I don't think it is Him, though. I think it is my Mother Sarada who ties His hands this way.

Jai Ma Jai Ma ! Durga Durga !

Vaidyoh Narayana Hari

Tangentially Yours NaNoWriMo 2018

Dear NaNoWriMo,

Let me start 2018 NaNoWriMo this way. I am into creating you or if you like it this way, helping you in coming forth into the world. So I am your mother or your Dai mother (or midwife as they call in a tasteless way).

As we are always randomly unto each other each year, year after year, let me be at it.

Today is 22nd Nov 2018. The tithi is… What? Let me Google…

I did NaNo (not NaMo, not that I don’t like him, but here I am talking to the No), yes, I did search for the tithi, NaNo, but now the day has become 24^th and the idea I had in searching for the tithi has died or no, did it? Well, I was looking for the tithi in which Vivekananda entered Kerala in 1892.

But does it matter you may ask. What avails me now if somebody went to some place some long, long ago years?

But this man is in love with me. Get it right, he is my affectionate Elder Brother. Frater, the Universal one. He is the Brother of All and the Friend of All.

He became my dear one too, one day or rather one night.

Let me tell you how:

You call it day or night, when you are yet asleep but not fully and awake but not fully? The Date has begun promptly after 12 mid night but the day awaited the Sun. This bodied self, me, then known as Brahmachari Subrahmanya Chaitanya, lay in repose when I found myself in Swami Vivekananda’s company.

He was singing his own composition. 

He was singing about his Guru. The song that is sung every evening as part of vesper services in many, many places. But I was not bothered too much about the song. As his eyes met mine, I could sense at once the great love he had for me. Sense, is too limited a word to tell you what hit me. ‘Hit me’ too is not sufficient to tell you how so tangible it was. The thing was that Me, the name I call myself, a very, very little self at that, is being loved by Him a much-heralded and so, so obviously a great, so, So great a soul!

Well, so what he did then, be it in 1892 or be it later, he keeps doing now.

He spoke to me into my heart when he made me pick up the books, which printed his spoken and written words.

Well, you will not understand it. You better pick up one such book and check it up if it works for you. It should if he wants it.

So I suppose you have figured out by now that it does matter terribly what Vivekananda did in 1892.

But the Tithi perhaps is not that special, but you can’t rule anything out in case of people such as this. Because I found many special things when I looked into tithis connected with Sarada Devi’s South Indian Sojourn or Swami Nirmalananda’s ministry to Malabar.

But for now, dear NaNo, let tithi be…

Now listen:

2018 minus 1892 is 126. Do you know what comes if we go like this? It is the infinite series 12624120720504040320,3628803628800....

Well, we are being truly tangential. I was thinking that perchance I might get a serendipitous Ramanujam, but let me stay away, lest the Devi of Namakkal gets cross with me.

So okay we are not getting a Srinivasa Ramanujam but are we getting a Gunther Grass Tin Drum or James Joyce Ulysses? I Googled and am of the prima-facie opinion that JJ is nearer me but I am sure I am what I am and I am happy at it.

So to reiterate the main thing or to focus on what we need to focus, (well, do we need to focus on anything at all? Why not just be at it tangentially or ramble on? Ok, let us take it that we do need to focus), yes, the main thing is Vivekananda at 1892, where is he now? Vivekananda is now in Banglore 1892 and I am in Bengaluru 2018. We are in the same place but at different times at the same time.

We have been at it earlier too. We two, Vivekananda and Sampurnananda have been traveling over two trains on the same track but at different times, sometimes His train coalescing with mine for some moments, though belonging to different times, on the same tracks though both were laid at different times.

I was productively doing it with Sarada’s Grace laden blissful tour of the South. So did M at the same time but from a different place. I did it at a different time and different place.  So I am doing with Tulasi Maharaj’s incessant peregrinations through Karnataka Kerala KanyaKumari.

Advance Happy Birthday Lunatic Kerala! You’ll be 126 soon!

Good Morning NaNoWriMo 2018 !

We are on 25 November and our togetherness is to be for another six days. Let us see how we do and how we end up. But fine as of now, aren’t we? Do we care what is our shape on 30/11 mid-night our time ? As long as we are at it, that’s it, isn’t it? Our going gets it, right? Or rather, the going is the getting, Okay? The process is the real thing, as they say.

But is it? Is it a bit Buddhist, the current hotcake trend about being in the zone, etc.? Was it not comprehensively shown the door by Shankara?

‘Ja Icha Karo’ (‘Go about doing as you like it’), Sri Ramakrishna did say and we are doing it, okay, but did he not preface it with ‘Advaita Jnan aachale bende’ (‘Tying the knowledge of Advaita to a corner of your cloth’)?

So I go about doing what I like but the staying, holding, pervading Charm and Power of Brahman will cover my actions over time and space.

(By the way, oh, you silly, bird-brained twittering Jack ! You can’t get away from  Brahman! She will become a Protective Patriarch when you run away from your mother to father and will become a Merciful Matriarch when you run crying back to your mother! Button up your pants and do remove all silly slogan boards.)

Come NaNo, let’s get ready to greet the mad Malabaris!

Though the good doctor Palpu had warned him, Vivekananda must have been startled when he started experiencing the madness soon after he alighted from his bullock-cart near Trichur.

Let me describe how a very reputed man behaved. He was hailed as a man of steady wisdom.

He used to keep a large part of his personal terrace shaven and keep a tuft of hair somewhere in the middle of the backside of his pate. But that was not a too distinctive feature for him because almost the whole of the region had such male heads. His distinction was in assigning different meanings to keeping the tuft at different locations on the head.

He mostly bared his upper body and displayed his pot belly to the world. That was some distinction but still most his peers had that prominent belly though his was somewhat on the side of the more voluminous. Though almost all of his countrymen bared their upper body and most of them could not grow and flaunt a flat belly and so he did have strong competition in belly potting and was definitively not singular in this matter.

So what showed him apart ?

A long piece of fine cotton cloth was slung casually and carelessly over the otherwise bare upper body. That showed he possessed fine clothing. 

That was something special.

This piece of clothing adored him at all occasions, whoever be in his presence. That showed his singularity. Most of others took off theirs when they approached his presence. Even the few who had their upper cloth on, held it on their body in a restrained strung way while his cloth was clinging to his body in a jaunty, 'I don’t care for you' attitude.

That said something.  He was a man who held the Power of life and death. 

He was  Nambudripad. He ruled over this bad, mad land.

My NaNoWriMo 2017 - 1

5 Nov 2017/past 10 p.m.

Khubhlei Shibun !
Thanks a lot !
Theo Sukh !
Good night to all of you !

But me being now at NH69 my bedtime is still a long way ahead. What about NH69 ? Let me tell you the issues we face before we hit the bed.

The road is fine, but we just crossed an overturned overloaded truck and another overloaded truck that just stopped short of overturning and braked itself but into a precarious position where it is still in a pause mode.
These are just to give you a general idea.

We are not at all overloaded but there are other issues.

Are you hearing the dhup dhup of my heart ? Well, Mr.Manic is at the wheels. Oh, no, I mean Mr. Manik. We are doing 120 kms speed. He has good control but I wonder how he manages to stay awake.
.........
7th Nov. 2017 / evening
That was a few days back. I must have slept off and
then gone out of this NaNoWriMo.
I am now aboard a less exciting  vehicle, an Indian Express train. But I always tend to have a problems popping into me out of the blue.
Ghosts ! That's the problem and they want to to come into my stories.

They are around, I know. I sort of, feel them now but well, bye for now. Let them become a little more distinct.

A word about Yoga, Scriptures and Sri Ramakrishna

Yoga means to unite. Unity of Beings was the chief message of Sri Ramakrishna. Religions of the world are primarily for this purpose. Let us benefit by considering all this. Let us learn the real purpose of Yoga, about Real Religion and get to met the Essential Ramakrishna.

My Mother Janaki Mani

The Whole in a Drop – Sweet, Sour and Beyond - 1

My Mother Janaki Mani

Janaki Mani plodded her way through the day. That is what she did with her life. Same she did with her talents, her youth, her marriage, her middle age, her children, her relationships and with every thing about her. Plod. That term hits her like muddy, sodden sock. I mean, it fits her well. Did she have emotions ? She had done her share of crying. She has had her excitements. But her stoicism got the better of her soon and she continued to plod her way. She used to be under the tongue lashings of her dynamic mother-in-law, when that grand old lady was moving about like a tigress on the prowl.(It is another story about her, a separate chapter or even a book, cannot do justice to her) But since she became a disabled tigress, Janaki had to move on her own accord and that new freedom seemed too late. A sighted person whose eyes have almost atrophied by blindfolds suddenly open to lights. She plodded her way in this comparative freedom. Her body had aged during the course of these plodding and her mind too tired.

But she is made of iron. She knew that in the back of her mind. That reflected sometimes in her stubbornness. An asinine stubbornness, sometimes. She may look anemic. She may be slightly bent. But she won’t break, that is for sure. She is in fact the silent prop to her stronger looking husband. She is a sure example to the saying : behind whatever success a man has achieved there stands a woman. She succoured him during his emotional weaker moments. Did he drain her? Well, he might have, at times. But the very fact of her having to recharge his energies, and that too, unobtrusively, silently, made her strength stronger.

Is it not a fact that you can climb a mountain better and faster when you have to help somebody dependant on you ?

Her husband had his highs and lows, but everything was even for her. It was not a flat flatness. She didn’t resent it. Her very nature cannot resent anything or anybody.

What excites her most ? Children ? Relatives ? Music ? Books ? All these had excited her to some extent. But nothing had been of titanic proportions. But even those little excitements are no more for her. She has seen them all.

God ? Does God excite her?  Yes, a bit. But not the God of her husband or that of her monastic children. God is for her a quiet surety. A surety within her.

For her husband God has lately become a passionate affair. A passion in which his “I” was very much there. For her monastic children God is a passion that has been sometimes loud and some times flashy and finally taken the colour of monastic ochre.

She had been the quiet deep well from which they had sprung colourfully.

She, now at 73, plodded her way, in a way alone. The pin prick of a still garrulous mother-in-law itched her. Her body, which neither laboured hard as her mother-in-law’s had done nor did systemic exercises, now plodded along with her but not with as much willingness as herself. It refused to get up and cook up something interesting and sustain itself but satisfied itself with simple minimum sustenance.

Her mind plodded along, on a day-to-day basis, not taking recourse to nourishing foods such as music or books but spreading along only as much as the day-to-day affairs of the growing family required.

But it knew of its strength deep down.

Janaki is Sita. Sita is not flashy. Sita is strength. Sita is not fully recognized even by her children and grand children. Sita herself didn’t know or perhaps did not let others know that she knew that Ramayana is really Sitayam Charitam Mahat. That, doings of Sri Rama is really the great history of Sita. Jai Siaram ! Victory unto Sita Ramachandra !

Written sometime in 2008

Where Duty Takes Me

Cover Photos Slideshow: Swami’s trip to Kollam was created with TripAdvisor TripWow!

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