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For inspiration on MLK day today I am reading his book “Why we can’t wait.” Martin Luther understood demonstrations, and the effect and power of singing and music. He often talked positively about singing and music. Here are a couple of inspirational MLK quotes:

As long as we live, there is never enough singing.

 

Beautiful music is the art of the prophets that can calm the agitations of the soul; it is one of the most magnificent and delightful presents God has given us.

 

Next to the Word of God, music deserves the highest praise. No greater commendation than this can be found — at least not by us. After all, the gift of language combined with the gift of song was only given to man to let him know that he should praise God with both word and music, namely, by proclaiming [the Word of God] through music.

Music and singing played a critical role in inspiring, mobilizing, and giving voice to the civil rights movement. “The freedom songs are playing a strong and vital role in our struggle,” said Martin Luther King, Jr., during the Albany Movement. “They give the people new courage and a sense of unity. I think they keep alive a faith, a radiant hope, in the future, particularly in our most trying hours” (Shelton, “Songs a Weapon”).

The evolution of music in the black freedom struggle reflects the evolution of the movement itself. Calling songs “the soul of the movement,” King explained in his 1964 book Why We Can’t Wait that civil rights activists “sing the freedom songs today for the same reason the slaves sang them, because we too are in bondage and the songs add hope to our determination that ‘We shall overcome, Black and white together, We shall overcome someday’” (King, Why, 86).

Every breath I remember Gobind
- Guru Arjan, Raag Gauri
Every moment I sing Gobind.
- Guru Arjan, Raag Malhar

On Saint Patrick's day today I am reading this beautiful poem inspiring courage. Much like Rabindranath Tagore evergreen poem Ekala Chalo Re implores the fighter to keep walking even even if they are alone, a new leaf comes out fighting following the winter.  A fighting spirit like the poems of Walt Whitman's compilation named Leaves of Grass apparently as a pun (grass was a term given by publishers to works of minor value).  

Likewise the slick new leaf fights in Ad Limon's poem and takes more points than the more beautiful flowers:

 

Instructions on Not Giving Up

More than the fuchsia funnels breaking out
of the crabapple tree, more than the neighbor’s
almost obscene display of cherry limbs shoving
their cotton candy-colored blossoms to the slate
sky of Spring rains, it’s the greening of the trees
that really gets to me. When all the shock of white
and taffy, the world’s baubles and trinkets, leave
the pavement strewn with the confetti of aftermath,
the leaves come. Patient, plodding, a green skin
growing over whatever winter did to us, a return
to the strange idea of continuous living despite
the mess of us, the hurt, the empty. Fine then,
I’ll take it, the tree seems to say, a new slick leaf
unfurling like a fist to an open palm, I’ll take it all.

- Ada Limón


As part of the Namdev 750 project I am trying to rewrite the Story of Dhruv. I have added stories that I have found elsewhere on the internet at the bottom of this blogpost. I have also included poems from Guru Arjan, Bhagat Kabir, Bhagat Namdev and Bhai Gurdas at the end of this post for reference. 

The Story of Dhruv

Legend goes that long long ago, there was a King by the name of Uttanapada who had two wives. The first wife was Suniti who had one son called Dhruva, and the second wife called Suniti who had a son called Uttama. Suruchi who was very pretty and very dear to the king  while Suniti, and by extension Dhruva, were not much cared about. 

Then came an incident that changed Dhruva's life when he was five years old. That fateful day, when the king was sitting in his court, Dhruva saw Uttama, Suruchi’s son run to sit on the lap of the king, their father. He too wanted to be on his father's lap and ran towards him.  When the king took up Dhruva on his lap, a jealous Suruchi severely abused the king and had him thrown out of the royal court. 

Dhruva went away heart-broken to his mother and asked why his father did not love him. She explained that the true father of all truly loved him and that he was the one who had the power to give or take any space. Dhruva wanted to meet this true father and his mother told him that he had to pray, not realizing that he would be serious and actually leave home in search of the true father.  He kept looking for his father in the forest and seeing his devotion, the sage Narada came down from the heavens to guide him.  

Dhruva was devoted and determined. He did what Narad had taught him and was rewarded.  Apparently God came riding on the back of a giant bird, Garuda, and told Dhruva that he was pleased with his worship and he could have anything he wanted.  But by this time, Dhruva had lost all worldly attachment and told God that he didn't want anything apart from God himself.  God granted him a region in the sky which is called Dhruva-loka, and he still lives there as the Dhruva taara (called the North Star or Pole Star).  

From a mere human, Dhruva became divine, in an instant.  From having no place or love, through his determination he secured an eternal abode called Dhruva loka in which he continues to shine as the Dhruva taara, the north star. The story shows how the divinity of true and lasting love can be attained through unconditional surrender. 

Story as found on sikhsangat.com:


Dhruva's was the son of king Uttanapada. Literally "Dhruva" means the one who has become "immortal". The story is briefly narrated as follows. His father had two queens, named Suniti and Suruchi. Suruchi was much more dear to the king. But Suniti, the mother of Dhruva, was not his favorite. Once upon a time, the king was patting the son of Suruchi, Uttama, placing him on his lap. Dhruva, who was playing nearby, was also trying to get on his father's lap.

But because of king's favoritism towards his queen Suruchi, the king did not very much welcome Dhruva. While Dhruva was trying to get on the lap of his father, Suruchi, his stepmother, became very envious of him and said: "my dear child, you do not deserve to sit on the throne or on the lap of the King. Surely you are also the son of the King, but because you did not take your birth from my womb, you are not qualified to sit on your father's lap."

Furthermore, though sarcastically, she told Dhruva if he desired to rise to the throne of the King, then he had to undergo severe austerities to satisfy the Divine, and then, when he is favored by the Divine because of such worship, he would have to take his next birth from her womb.

Having been struck by the strong words of his stepmother, and upon seeing his father silent and not protesting, Dhruva immediately left the palace in anger and went to his mother. He was five years old then.

He said to her 'I am a prince but they shout at me like a servant boy. Why don't they respect your son Mata jee...I thought you were a queen not a slave?' She replied 'because of my destiny i am a queen, but because i never meditated on God's name I have no more respect than a slave.'

Dhruva was furious that they didn't respect his mother. Dhruva's mother advised her son not to wish for anything inauspicious for others; for anyone who inflicts pains upon others suffers himself from that pain.

He told his father the King, 'I am leaving this kingdom to go and meditate on God's Name, one day when I have enough spiritual power I will reclaim the throne.' His father insisted he stayed, but the other queen was quite happy to let him go. He was determined and left into the wilderness.

Travelling to the jungle were all holy people went to meditate he was met by a Saint the Saint spoke to the little boy and was surprised to hear a child saying he was going to the jungle to meditate. So he tested the boy to see if he was serious. He said to Dhruva, 'you know it's dark and dangerous in the jungle, wont you get scared of the wild animals?' Dhruva replied, 'I dont care if its dark and dangerous, I'm going to meditate on God's Name.' The Saint tested him again, 'But you're the son of a king and used to being fed the finest food, will be able to live on berries and roots in the jungle?' Dhruva was determined and replied, 'I'm going to meditate on god's name even if there's no food.' The saint was truly impressed by Dhruva's determination and whispered the secret name of God into Dhruva's ear.

Indirectly, the harsh words of Dhruva's stepmother turned out to be benediction for him; for because of the influence of his stepmother's words, he became a great Spiritual Being (Gurmukh). To achieve the desired results of attaining his father's kingdom, Dhruva's mother motivated him to engage himself in the worship (Bhakti) of the One Divine Being and nobody else. Determined to execute devotion, Dhruva left the palace.

He had met his true guru and for the next few years he meditated long and hard. When he was a teenager he felt he had enough spiritual power to overtake the king and claim the kingdom. He had been meditating on God's name with this sole target for all these years and now his ego had got the better of him. On his way to the palace, his True Guru met him again and laughingly said were are you going, Dhruva replied 'I'm going to fight the kings army and reclaim the throne.' His True Guru laughed and said how are you going to beat an army?. Dhruva replied, 'I have meditated on God's name for years and years and the spiritual power I have is immense.' His True Guru handed him his staff and said 'Before you break the Kings Army, just break my measly staff.' Dhruva tried with all his might but failed miserably to even break a 3 foot stick! He fell at his True Guru's feet and begged for forgiveness, his ego had broken.

He returned to the jungle were he continued to meditate. He followed the Divine Teachings with faith, love and dedication. Later when he actually became Self-realized, he turned completely satisfied within and forgot all about his father's kingdom.

Instead, he said, "My dear Lord, I was searching for some pebbles, but instead I have found valuable Jewel. I no longer care for my father's kingdom. Now I am fully satisfied."

His feelings of insult and honor (duality or Doojaa Bhaav) banished, and he attained Transcendental Bliss. Thus Dhruva, for example, first became a devotee with the motive of getting a better kingdom than that of his father, but as he progressed in devotion he became selfless and contented.


Story of Dhruv as written by Harjinder Singh Khalsa


Sri Dhru Bhagat Ji

''Paach Barukh Ko Anaath Dhru Baarik Har Simaruth Amar Attaarae."

'The five year old orphan boy Dhru, by meditating in remembrance upon the Lord,
became stationary and permanent.'
(Guru Arjan Dev Ji; GGSJ: 999)

In the Age of Satyug, Bhagat Dhru was born. He was born in the house of Raja Utanpadh. Dhru's mother's name was Mata Suniti, who was a very religious and virtuous woman.

Raja Utanpadh had two wives. The youngest one was very beautiful and the other one was a very jealous woman, who had a very strong hold on Raja Utanpadh. Within the palace, she had a young son, who stayed with the Raja. The Raja was very loving towards this child and sat the child upon his laps and played with him.

One day, Dhru went to his father and sat upon his laps. On seeing Dhru in the laps of Raja Utanpadh, and the connection between both father and son caused Surichi's mind to fill with great anger and envy. Surichi had cunningly planned to make her son the next Raja of the palace. In great anger she exclaimed, "Get away, you are not allowed to sit in the Raja's laps! Move this instance and don't return to this palace!"

Seeing the anger in Surichi's eyes, Raja Utanpadh remained silent. Having been forcefully removed from his father's laps, Dhru was deeply distressed. He sat there thinking, why he was not allowed to sit in his father's laps and what did he do that was so wrong. Dhru returned to his mother, crying and in deep pain. His mother, Suniti picked up Dhru and held him against her bosom and asked, "What is the matter with you, why are you crying, has someone hit you?"

"O mother, I was sitting on my father's laps and my step-mother shouted at me and told me that I was not allowed to sit on my father's laps", Dhru said in great anguish.

"O my child, do not worry. You should have not sat in your father's laps, as you have no right to do so", Suniti explained to her son.

Dhru then asked his mother, "O mother, explain me this to me then, are you a wife or a mistress. I don't understand!"

"O my child, of course I'm his wife! But..!" Suniti paused and remained quiet.

"Then why can't I sit in my own father's laps?"

"It is because you have not meditated on the Lord".

"Then tell me O mother what I should do so that I can obtain eternal bliss and not be shouted at again?"

Dhru's mother explained that the only way he would achieve eternal bliss would be by meditating upon the Lord's name.

"Fine mother I will go and mediate," Dhru spoke.

"O my child! Now is not the time to meditate, as you are far too young. What will I do when you are gone? You are all I have", cried Suniti.

Night had fallen and Dhru had not slept. All he could see in front of his eyes was his step-mother's anger, grabbing his arm and pulling him away from his father. He looked over and saw that his mother was asleep. On seeing her asleep, Dhru decided that he will leave home and find the Lord. Dhru made his way towards the jungles barefooted. On hearing the frightening sounds of the jungle, Dhru prayed to God, "Bhagwan! I am coming to you. I do not know Your name…I do not know what to call You-but I am coming to You."

Dhru sat on the ground and rested. The rays of the sun brightened the whole jungle, the flowers blossomed and the birds sang sweetly. The jungle was a place of tranquillity and peace. Dhru looked forward and saw a blue river. He saw birds sitting at the river bank, drinking the water. He made his way to the river bank and took a sip from the flowing blue river. He sat up and said "Where could the Lord be?" He then cried aloud, "Bhagwan! Bhagwan! I have come." On continually shouting the Lord's name, Narad Muni, a Rishi came. Dhru said, "Are you Bhagwan?"

"No, dear child, I am not Bhagwan- Bhagwan is faraway. You cannot go there," Narad explained.

Dhru: "Why can't I go?"

BhagatDhru (41K)Narad: Your age is far too small. You are the son of Raja Utanpadh. Tapoban (forests) is far. Along the way are many jungles. The tigers and lions will eat you up. You will not be able to survive, for there is no food to eat. Come with me, I will take you back to your father. He will grant you with half his kingdom."

Dhru began to laugh, "Half the kingdom! I am going to meet Bhagwan. If I am given a chance to meet Bhagwan then I will most definitely obtain half a kingdom. Look, I do not know who you are or where you have come from, but if you continually stop me from meeting with the Lord then you are my enemy! Leave me alone! If something eats me, then let it be!"

Narad was amazed at this innocent child and was moved by his words. "Okay fine. Your thoughts are wise and correct. Meditating upon the Lord's name is the greatest achievement in life. Remember this mantra: 'Om Nameh Bhagvateh Vaasdevey' and then close your eyes and chant 'Keshav Kalesh Hari', no pain or obstacles will come near you. All your wishes will be fulfilled."

On giving this mantra, Narad disappeared. Dhru sat upon a rock and began to meditate. On the other side, Suniti awoke. She looked around for Dhru, but he was nowhere to be found. She began to panic and cried, "Dhru! Dhru! Where are you?" Suniti searched the whole palace, but Dhru was nowhere to be found. It seemed as though a shadow of darkness had overcome Suniti's world.

Raja Utanpadh heard the news and made his way to see Suniti, but his second wife, Surichi stopped him, "Don't go! He'll be found. He has deceived us all. He has hidden from us and just wants to get your attention." Raja Utanpadh paused for a moment and looked up and saw Narad. Narad said to Raja Utanpadh, "O Raja! What is the matter? You seemed surprised. What has your younger wife done now?"

On hearing Narad's words, Raja Utanpadh felt ashamed. "O Muni Ji! My older wife, Suniti's son, Dhru is missing. Yesterday, Surichi shouted at him and told him to get lost. Now we have no idea what has happened to Dhru."

"Hari Narayan! O Raja…your son is not lost. He has become a hermit and is meditating in the jungles. You have hurt that poor soul's heart. He has lost attachment in your kingdom and riches. You have not loved your son. You have ill-treated Suniti. Anyone who commits such an act will suffer for life. Dhru will meditate upon 'Keshav Kalesh' and obtain the kingdom.

"Please tell me, is it really true that my son has gone to Tapoban? Will he be meditating? O my son will be hungry, how will he cope with the heat and coldness?" Raja Utanpadh began to question Narad. "Narad go and bring my son back. I will present him with half my kingdom. Tell him he will obtain peace within this palace. Let him meditate but don't let him starve."

Narad: "O Raja! He will not return. He will most definitely continue with his meditation". On saying this, Narad disappeared and went to see Suniti. He offered his condolences and said, "O Suniti! Do not worry for the offspring you brought into this world has become successful. Remain happy, your son will become a saint."

DhruVishnu (66K)Raja Utanpadh went to the jungles to find Dhru but he was unsuccessful. He came back disappointed. On seeing his father leave, Dhru felt more confident and continued with his meditation. Dhru's mediation was so powerful, even Indar made many attempts to break his mediation but was unsuccessful. Indar sent the demon 'Maya May' to break Dhru's mediation by shaking the earth, making it rain and causing tornados but Indar saw that there was nothing that he could do and he became increasingly afraid.

Indra returned and went to see Vishnu. Vishnu said, "O Indar. It is Dhru's wish to meditate; therefore it is our duty to let him. His wish is not to take over your kingdom. His concentration is on his father's kingdom. He will gain this kingdom and will reach a very high level in his meditation."

On hearing this Indar returned to his kingdom. Vishnu altered his appearance and went to Tapoban to see Dhru. He changed his appearance in accordance to what Dhru was thinking whilst he was meditating. Vishnu broke Dhru's meditation and stood in front of him. Dhru was ecstatic. Vishnu uttered these words to Dhru, "Through this strenuous meditation your mind has attained bliss. You will attain rule over your father's kingdom for 36,000 years. Your name will remain on this earth when you die." On giving these words to Dhru, Vishnu vanished.

Narad Muni went and told Raja Utanpadh all of this. There was great jubilation and excitement in the palace. People began to congratulate Suniti. Raja Utanpadh presented Dhru with the entire kingdom and he ruled the entire kingdom for 36,000 years, as Vishnu granted.

Key References to Dhruv in Gurbani and Sikh Literature 


Guru Arjan's Paach Barukh Ko Anaath Dhru Baarik 


'The five year old orphan boy Dhru, by meditating in remembrance upon the Lord,
became stationary and permanent.' Guru Arjan Dev Ji; GGSJ: 999 -


Maaroo, Fifth Mehl:

ਪਾਂਚ ਬਰਖ ਕੋ ਅਨਾਥੁ ਧ੍ਰੂ ਬਾਰਿਕੁ ਹਰਿ ਸਿਮਰਤ ਅਮਰ ਅਟਾਰੇ ॥
पांच बरख को अनाथु ध्रू बारिकु हरि सिमरत अमर अटारे ॥
Pāʼncẖ barakẖ ko anāth ḏẖarū bārik har simraṯ amar atāre.
The five year old orphan boy Dhroo, by meditating in remembrance on the Lord, became stationary and permanent.

ਪੁਤ੍ਰ ਹੇਤਿ ਨਾਰਾਇਣੁ ਕਹਿਓ ਜਮਕੰਕਰ ਮਾਰਿ ਬਿਦਾਰੇ ॥੧॥
पुत्र हेति नाराइणु कहिओ जमकंकर मारि बिदारे ॥१॥
Puṯar heṯ nārā▫iṇ kahi▫o jamkankar mār biḏāre. ||1||
For the sake of his son, Ajaamal called out, "O Lord, Naaraayan", who struck down and killed the Messenger of Death. ||1||

ਮੇਰੇ ਠਾਕੁਰ ਕੇਤੇ ਅਗਨਤ ਉਧਾਰੇ ॥
मेरे ठाकुर केते अगनत उधारे ॥
Mere ṯẖākur keṯe agnaṯ uḏẖāre.
My Lord and Master has saved many, countless beings.

ਮੋਹਿ ਦੀਨ ਅਲਪ ਮਤਿ ਨਿਰਗੁਣ ਪਰਿਓ ਸਰਣਿ ਦੁਆਰੇ ॥੧॥ ਰਹਾਉ ॥
मोहि दीन अलप मति निरगुण परिओ सरणि दुआरे ॥१॥ रहाउ ॥
Mohi ḏīn alap maṯ nirguṇ pari▫o saraṇ ḏu▫āre. ||1|| rahā▫o.
I am meek, with little or no understanding, and unworthy; I seek protection at the Lord's Door. ||1||Pause||

ਬਾਲਮੀਕੁ ਸੁਪਚਾਰੋ ਤਰਿਓ ਬਧਿਕ ਤਰੇ ਬਿਚਾਰੇ ॥
बालमीकु सुपचारो तरिओ बधिक तरे बिचारे ॥
Bālmīk supcẖāro ṯari▫o baḏẖik ṯare bicẖāre.
Baalmeek the outcaste was saved, and the poor hunter was saved as well.

ਏਕ ਨਿਮਖ ਮਨ ਮਾਹਿ ਅਰਾਧਿਓ ਗਜਪਤਿ ਪਾਰਿ ਉਤਾਰੇ ॥੨॥
एक निमख मन माहि अराधिओ गजपति पारि उतारे ॥२॥
Ėk nimakẖ man māhi arāḏẖi▫o gajpaṯ pār uṯāre. ||2||
The elephant remembered the Lord in his mind for an instant, and so was carried across. ||2||

ਕੀਨੀ ਰਖਿਆ ਭਗਤ ਪ੍ਰਹਿਲਾਦੈ ਹਰਨਾਖਸ ਨਖਹਿ ਬਿਦਾਰੇ ॥
कीनी रखिआ भगत प्रहिलादै हरनाखस नखहि बिदारे ॥
Kīnī rakẖi▫ā bẖagaṯ parhilāḏai harnākẖas nakẖėh biḏāre.
He saved His devotee Prahlaad, and tore Harnaakhash with his nails.

ਬਿਦਰੁ ਦਾਸੀ ਸੁਤੁ ਭਇਓ ਪੁਨੀਤਾ ਸਗਲੇ ਕੁਲ ਉਜਾਰੇ ॥੩॥
बिदरु दासी सुतु भइओ पुनीता सगले कुल उजारे ॥३॥
Biḏar ḏāsī suṯ bẖa▫i▫o punīṯā sagle kul ujāre. ||3||
Bidar, the son of a slave-girl, was purified, and all his generations were redeemed. ||3||

ਕਵਨ ਪਰਾਧ ਬਤਾਵਉ ਅਪੁਨੇ ਮਿਥਿਆ ਮੋਹ ਮਗਨਾਰੇ ॥
कवन पराध बतावउ अपुने मिथिआ मोह मगनारे ॥
Kavan parāḏẖ baṯāva▫o apune mithi▫ā moh magnāre.
What sins of mine should I speak of? I am intoxicated with false emotional attachment.

ਆਇਓ ਸਾਮ ਨਾਨਕ ਓਟ ਹਰਿ ਕੀ ਲੀਜੈ ਭੁਜਾ ਪਸਾਰੇ ॥੪॥੨॥
आइओ साम नानक ओट हरि की लीजै भुजा पसारे ॥४॥२॥
Ā▫i▫o sām Nānak ot har kī lījai bẖujā pasāre. ||4||2||
Nanak has entered the Sanctuary of the Lord; please, reach out and take me into Your embrace. ||4||2||

Bhagat Kabir's Deen Dayaal Bharose Tere


English Transliteration

gourree ||
Gauree:

raam japo jeea aisae aisae || 
dhhroo prehilaadh japiou har jaisae ||1||

dheen dhaeiaal bharosae thaerae ||
sabh paravaar charraaeiaa baerrae ||1|| rehaao ||

jaa this bhaavai thaa hukam manaavai ||
eis baerrae ko paar laghaavai ||2||

gur parasaadh aisee budhh samaanee ||
chook gee fir aavan jaanee ||3||

kahu kabeer bhaj saarigapaanee ||
ouravaar paar sabh eaeko dhaanee ||4||2||10||61|
(GGS Page 337)

Translation 

Just as Dhroo and Prahlaad meditated on the Lord, so should you meditate on the Lord, O my soul. ||1||

O Lord, Merciful to the meek, I have placed my faith in You;
along with all my family (of kaam krodh etc.), I have come aboard Your boat. ||1||Pause||

When it is pleasing to Him, then He inspires us to obey the Hukam of His Command.
He causes this boat to cross over. ||2||

By Guru's Grace, such understanding is infused into me;
my comings and goings in reincarnation have ended. ||3||

Says Kabeer, meditate, vibrate upon the Lord, the Sustainer of the earth.
In this world, in the world beyond and everywhere, He alone is the Giver. ||4||2||10||61||


Bhagat Namdev's Moko Taar Le


English Transliteration 

Mo kao ṯār le rāmā ṯār le.
Mai ajān jan ṯaribe na jāno bāp bīṯẖulā bāh ḏe. ||1|| rahāo.

Nar ṯe sur hoe jāṯ nimakẖ mai saṯgur buḏẖ sikẖlāī.
Nar ṯe upaj surag kao jīṯio so avkẖaḏẖ mai pāī. ||1||

Jahā jahā ḏẖūa nāraḏ teke naik tikāvahu mohi.
Ŧere nām avilamb bahuṯ jan uḏẖre nāme kī nij maṯ eh. ||2||3||

Translation 

Ferry me, Raama, ferry me across.
I'm ignorant, I can't swim; Father Beethla, give me your arm!

Satgur's wisdom can transform a human to the divine instantly, 
Pour within me the elixir that empowers an earthling to win heaven

Please place me wherever you placed Dhroo through Naarad
I know You have ferried across countless without delay 

(See Moko Taar Le for more details on this shabad)


Bhai Gurdas' Dhroo Hasda Ghar Aaya


ik oa(n)kaar sathiguraprasaadh ||

dhhroo hasadhaa ghar aaeiaa kar piaar pio kushharr leethaa||
baaho(n) pakarr out(h)aaliaa man vich ros mathraeee keethaa||
dduddahulikaa maa(n) pushhae thoo(n) saavaanee hai k sareethaa||
saavaanee haa(n) janam dhee naam n bhagathee karam dhrirreethaa||
kis oudhaam thae raaj milai sathr oo thae sabh hovan meethaa||
paramaeshar aaraadhheeai ji(n)dhoo hoeeai pathith puneethaa||
baahar chaliaa karan thap man bairaagee hoe atheethaa||
naaradhamun oupadhaeshiaa naam nidhhaan amiouras peethaa||
pishhahu raajae sadhiaa abachal raaj karahu nith neethaa||
haar chalae guramukh jag jeethaa ||a||


One Oankar, the primal energy, realized through the grace of the divine preceptor

Boy Dhru came smiling to his house (palace) and his father full of love put him into his lap.

Seeing this, the stepmother got angry and catching hold of his arm pushed him out of the lap of the father (the king).

Tearful with fear he asked his mother whether she was a queen or a maidservant?

O son! (said she) I was born queen but I did not remember God and did not undertake acts of devotion (and this is the reason of yours and mine plight).

With that effort can the kingdom be had (asked Dhru) and how can enemies turn friends?

The Lord should be worshipped and thus the sinners also become sacred ones (said the mother).

Listening to this and getting totally detached in his mind Dhru went out (to the jungle) to undertake rigorous discipline.

On the way, sage Narad taught him the technique of devotion and Dhru quaffed the nectar from the ocean of the Name of the Lord.

(After some time) King (Uttanpad) called him back and asked him (Dhru) to rule forever.

The gurmukhs who seem to be losing i.e. who turn their faces from the evil propensities, conquer the world.
Amazing singing by Dr. Deshpande -

Bindiya le gayi hamar machhariya
Jaye kaho koi e more chhote devar se
Ganga main naav le aave

The fish has taken my bindi
Go tell my young brother in law
Go and dive in the Ganges and get it



In the poem "Medium," Billy Collins writes about how enjoyable it is to write.  He explores his desire for a more fluid and uncontrolled approach to writing. He expresses a preference for writing like a Renaissance painter applying oil colors to a canvas, allowing words to flow freely like watercolors, without the constraints of friction. Collins longs to write on ephemeral surfaces, such as water or air, and even on the skin of an ideal reader. His words convey the joy he finds in the act of writing, seeking a connection and engagement akin to the wonder of children reading messages in the sand at the beach, alluding to the immense pleasure he derives from the creative process.

I am reminded how Kabir wants to dance and Guru Nanak wants to sing.  Several other artists share a common thread of unwavering dedication and passion for their craft, often pushing the boundaries of what is possible within their chosen art forms. Before you read this poem by Billy Collins, here are some of those who inspire me in the same way:

1. Pablo Picasso (Visual Artist): Picasso's passion for art was legendary. He famously said, "Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life." Just as Collins seeks to free his words from constraints, Picasso constantly pushed the boundaries of artistic expression through various styles, including Cubism and Surrealism.

2. Emily Dickinson (Poet): Like Collins, Emily Dickinson was known for her intense devotion to writing. She secluded herself in her room to focus on her poetry, exploring themes of life, death, and nature. Her passion for writing is evident in her prolific output of nearly 1,800 poems. I read Emily Dickinson a lot and you can find many of her poems in my blog. 

3. Johann Sebastian Bach (Composer): Bach's dedication to composing music is legendary. He once stated, "I worked hard. Anyone who works as hard as I did can achieve the same results." Much like Collins' desire for control in writing, Bach's meticulous craftsmanship and innovative compositions continue to inspire musicians and listeners alike. Sometimes people say that God gifted me a beautiful voice. I know how rough of a time I have had perfecting my voice, and it is far from perfect now.  I do feel blessed that God gave me the perception to see how I can learn from those who truly sing well, and the energy to keep improving myself despite the tall hill. 

4. Virginia Woolf (Author): Virginia Woolf's passion for writing was deeply intertwined with her exploration of the inner lives of her characters. Her stream-of-consciousness writing style, as seen in "Mrs. Dalloway," exemplifies her commitment to portraying the complexity of human thought and emotion, mirroring Collins' pursuit of depth in his writing.

5. Jimi Hendrix (Musician): Hendrix's passion for playing the guitar was a form of self-expression that transcended traditional boundaries. He once said, "I'm the one that's got to die when it's time for me to die, so let me live my life the way I want to." This echoes Collins' desire for creative freedom, as both artists sought to break away from conventions and create something entirely unique in their respective mediums.


MEDIUM

by Billy Collins

The way I like to lay it down sometimes
there is too much traction on paper.
The ink soaks into the cloth of the page.
The words adhere like burrs to a woolen cuff.

I would rather behave on a surface of oil,

a young Renaissance painter in a frock
and a crushed, deep blue velvet hat,
moving the oleaginous colors into the face
of the Virgin or lightening the gray
of the sky behind the oval of her head.

I want to write with the least control,
one finger on the steering wheel,
to write like a watercolorist
whose brush persuades the liquids
to stay above the pull and run of gravity.

I want to hold the pen lightly
as you would touch the stilted, wooden
pointer on a ouija board,
letting it glide over the letters
until it comes to rest as a stone
thrown across a frozen mountain lake
will stop somewhere in the darkness
when the long insistance of friction
has its way and will no longer be overcome.

I would love to write on water
like the final words of Keats
so a current would carry the sentences away
and the slightest breeze would ruffle
the glassy curves of their meaning.

I want to write on air
as in the rapid language of signs
or in the lighting of a cigarette,
both hands cupped near the mouth,
then one waving out the flame
and the long, silent exhalation of smoke,
the gate of the body swinging open.

Most of all,
I want to write on your skin
with the tip of my finger,
printing one capital letter at a time
on the sloping vellum of your back.
I want you to guess the message
being written on your flesh
as children do in summer at the beach,
to feel the shape of every letter
being traced upon your body--oh, ideal reader--
to read with your eyes shut tight,
kneeling in the sand, facing the open sea.

Guru Nanak implores infinity to help him sing: "Tell me how to sing"

Tere Gun Gaavan Deh Bujhai



Following is a video and text of Steve Job's commencement address to Stanford. I heard this speech today after the news of his passing away. This is one of the greatest speeches written by one of the most inspirational entrepreneurs of our generation. He shares three of the most important episodes from his life that have taught him to pursue his dreams, to be receptive to whatever life throws at you, even death. He might be gone, but his words still sing ...



I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.

The first story is about connecting the dots.

I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?

It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.

And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.

It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:

Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.

None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, it's likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.

You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever.

Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

My second story is about love and loss.

I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.

I had been rejected, but I was still in love.


I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.

I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.

During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.

Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith.


I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.

My third story is about death.

When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.

Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life.


Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.

About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.

I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.

This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope it's the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:

Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there.

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life.


Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.

Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

Thank you all very much.

Death is very likely the single best invention of Life.
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