Not my writing, picked up from FAQs at an SGI site.

The question of destiny or karma has greatly preoccupied philosophers in both the West and the East. One Western theory is that when we are born our lives are like a sheet of paper on which nothing is written. Each life then develops as a result of its surroundings and the forces acting on it - parents, friends, society, the dominant culture, and so on.

Buddhism, however, teaches the eternity of life; that we have lived countless lives already. This means that we are not born as blank pages, but pages on which countless impressions have already been made. According to Buddhism, life is forever existing in the cosmos; sometimes it is manifest and sometimes latent. Just as when we sleep and then awaken; our conscious mind awakens and our body feels refreshed. Between the sleeping and awakening, our consciousness carries on in a sub-conscious state. Similarly one's life continues eternally in alternating states of life and death. Death is as much a part of living as sleep is part of the process of living.

Karma is thus the accumulation of effects from the good and bad causes that we bring with us from our former lives, as well as from the good and bad causes we have made in this lifetime, which shapes our future. Karma is a Sanskrit word that means 'action'. Karma is created by actions - our thoughts, words and deeds - and manifests itself in our appearance, behavior, attitudes, good and bad fortune, where we are born or live - in short, everything about us. It is all the positive and negative influences or causes that make up our complete reality in this world.

Unlike some other philosophies though, Buddhism does not consider one's karma or destiny to be fixed; since our minds change from moment to moment, even the habitual and destructive tendencies we all possess to varying degrees can be altered. In other words, Buddhism teaches that individuals have within themselves the potential to change their own karma.

All that we do in one lifetime affects the negative and positive balance of our karma. For example, if we are born poor in this lifetime and spend our life giving to others whatever we can give, we are making causes to change the negative karma of being poor. On the other hand, if we spend our life envying or hating or even stealing from others, we are adding to our negative balance of karma.

Buddhism teaches we have all amassed karma throughout countless lives and that we not only experience the effects of this karma now, but we continue to recreate it. However, the Buddhism of Nichiren Daishonin teaches that there is an area of our life that is more profound than our karma - our Buddhahood or Buddha nature. The purpose of our Buddhist practice is to reveal this area and to allow its pure life force to purify our lives and change our karma at the deepest level.

As SGI President Daisaku Ikeda explains, "It is the Buddhism of Nichiren Daishonin that enables the pure life force of the Buddha state, which has existed within us since time without beginning, to well forth in unceasing currents. It changes all the tragic causes and effects that lie between and unveils the pure causes and effects which exist from the beginningless past towards the present and the future. This is liberation from the heavy shackles of destiny we have carried from the past. This is the establishment of free individuals in the truest sense of the term."

Step One

September 1, 2007
After many years, I set sail again for the winds for the winds asked. The seas had changed, my skills had not. It was raining heavily when I left home. My wife shed a tear, my son cried in her arms. I had to find harbor before night fell. I was wet and cold and my ravaged body shivered as I went from shelter to shelter till I found a place to rest my bones. It was a travelers halt and the owner agreed to let me stay and to pay once I found my fortune. I laid my body down next to my dripping bags and then it was morning.

September 2, 2007
Shaking a baby centipede off my hair, I rose, dreaming still of all my angels and fingers wagging at me and pointing at my forefathers. Being Sunday, all I heard was the sound of children and dogs playing. I tied my hair and stepped out to a sunrise of endless glory.

The cirrus and the cumulus told me that all was well and that all would be well though I could not see that for myself. The glistening grass and the distant rising and falling of erstwhile suburbia shouted out that what I thought about what I thought didnt really matter.

September 3, 2007
I replied to some of my emails as best as I could, cautious yet arrogant, made worse by a business lunch that was a test of my strength. Of course it was a sham, an act, premeditated execution and unkindness made to look spontaneous. I live with myself all the time.

Virga

Virga
March 4, 2007
Hyderabad

(this was written as an exercise in writing around a word, and when it was redrafted it became something entirely different. however, i thought i would record this version too. i will, of course, not spoil the fun of the reader discovering what the rewrite became.)


since you cannot be there
since you want to face it
since all are watching the awards shows
since he is drinking more than he should
since venkat kept his word
since you think there is a stranger in your backyard
since you cannot tell anyone
the alphabets that are yours alone
you turn in your sleep
virga, i will leave now.

Version 2.0

V 2.0
April 11, 2007
(Coincidentally written the day Kurt died.)

She was tired. So was he, but the work had to get done.
The rocks of central India still stood, still ringing out the songs
The sandal dripping with sweat in the warm afternoon sun.
These hills are sacred, one doesn’t be common when in them.
All evening, you looked me in the eye and drew me up
Drew, erased, drew again, rearranged, decimated, redacted
Beyond reward or reprise, this is what was promised, now I learn
Now I am learning.
What revolution meant, and still means, echoing
Off the walls of the stifling desk and bed at Shivajinagar with its
Newspaper tablecloth and drunken beatings.
Are you going to marry that Bengali fellow?
The one with snakes and who smells of liquor at all hours?
Is that why you are home late every night and smelling of cigarettes?
He was tired. So was she, but the work had to get done.
Our lion cub will be called Parth or Pathik or why not
Persecution or Precocity if a daughter. We dreamt of a statesman
For the potholed and ill lit roads of Bangalore, Kolkata, the world.
Vallabh, Nichiren, Socrates, Rama, Mohammed, Jishu, each promised.
We live that promise, sharpened by the times, brandishing our swords
Through the urban overgrowth of work, commute, finances, the arts.
Now I am learning.
Watercolors, easycare wash runs, names of masalas in the local tongue
The rot that is food corporation of India, the unsustainability of fab city
Land prices at hafeezpet, I think we should stop for a cup of tea at a tea shop.
Come.
Soon summer will melt into the grey clouds and wet mango leaves under which birds will shelter from the storm. We will have a cup of tea. Come.
Subhorup Dasgupta
April 11, 2007
Hyderabad

Morning Wok (The Sixth Wok)




Hyderabad (Pic from earlier, not Hyd, obviously.)
April 1, 2007

The asphalt lay like a cold thin slice of meat. The yellow flowers made you look and look again. Your mouth open and aquiver you leap into my arms. You wonder at the blacks and the whites and the greens and the yellows. You look at your mother. You look at me. You look at your mother.

Hyderabad
April 1, 2007
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