Riding with a Eunuch

The satsang session of today called upon to see the pure soul in every one we meet. The deities we have worshiped today also exist as a pure soul (shudha atma) in every life form that we come across. Practice it today as you go about your daily life, the Gnani directed.

I was determined to put some of it in to practice. I have been eating in the dining hall thali everyday for last few weeks and wantwd to taste Chana Masaala and Tandoori roti. I would take a shared auto from Chand kehdha to Kalupur and eat in one of the popular restaurants there, I decided.

A shared or a shuttle auto is a unique concept of this city. A three wheeler auto which is meant for two people Continue reading “Riding with a Eunuch”

Religious crying refugees

The room full of religious leaders had a sombre look. An old man with a gray beard and compassion of Jesus in his eyes was speaking. He cried as he talked about our unfortunate brethren, children of our same God were finding themselves in Australia. Their homes had been bombed out, lively hoods ruined, education interrupted, they were crying for help. We should embrace them. We must support them. We should go and talk to them, make them feel welcome …. on and on goes on the old man.

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A Priest of Mathematics

A Priest of Mathematics

The year was 1971. I had just switched from a boys only Hans Raj College to a co-ed Kirori Mal College to complete the final year of my under graduate degree in Mathematics.

I knew but did not really understand the significance that like many more of my class fellows, I represent a new hope, a turning point and a new life. A new life for non-Muslim refugees, who suffered in the partition of Pakistan, Continue reading “A Priest of Mathematics”

Why Australian women look more beautiful than Indian women

The train at North Sydney station was crowded as office goers were eager to get home intime. There were a large number of Indians both young men and young women, well dressed and I was probably among those postgraduates living in Parramatta but working in the tech center of North Sydeny.

I was looking appreciatively at these young IT wizards. The Indian women were mostly dressed in western clothes as were those Australian women in the crowded compartment. I could not help but notice the beauty of some of the Australian women. Continue reading “Why Australian women look more beautiful than Indian women”