I had a lot of stuff posted on Instagram. About 100 posts and several hundreds of stories as part of highlights. Stories posted in total were more than 3700. This all was deleted. But of course, like a careful man, I took the backup before deleting.
And here, I will just dump whatever can be dumped easily (probably avoiding any videos). Although some of the posts, which very well belong to other categories (like poetry), they will not be ‘dumped’ here. They belong to their respective category. So, this dump is clearly not comprehensive. Just a glimpse into my old Instagram data.
Let the room become divine, maybe some divinity will approach this dull intellect also.
Ideally, one should have read classic novels during high school. And then in 3/4 years of UG , should have explored one’s country and its traditional systems. By the time they graduate, should thoroughly know politics.
If all these things are done right, then a person may be able to make high quality memes.
Halāsana or whatever.
I think I was not doing yoga but clicking picture only. That explains the jeans.
One of the best personal libraries I’ve seen.
It’s as long behind the camera as seen in this picture.
At Dr. Rishiraj Pathak’s house.
Herein lies the greatest mystery,
Invisible to the body mechanic.
The peak of human ambition,
All within, yet so far.
:)
Kṛṣṇadevarāya’s cows.
होगा कब भेदन मूलाधार।
छूटेँ सब बंधन सौ प्रकार॥
कब उठेगी शक्ति ले के दम।
जीवन की ताल का आए सम॥
होगी कब बुद्धि स्थितप्रज्ञ।
पूरण अब हो ये महायज्ञ॥
कब स्वर्ण युक्त होगा ये देह।
शेरनी का क्षीर जो पचा सके॥
The weathered socks have served
their purpose, the parikramā now is done.
Has our body served its purpose?
Has the journey begun?
Koyi bhi instrument ho ungliyon ki khair nahi..
When stuck in uniformity of life, slow down and look at nature.
It is ever fresh, ever exciting.
Sure unity brings power, but valour it does not.
The brave are brave; with or without.
When life gives you lemons, make अचार.
O ye stones! Tell me all the kings who graced your surface.
A random stranger walked past me early morning..
When has love been a matter of duration?
Stranger?
गावो मे अग्रतः सन्तु गावो मे सन्तु पश्चतः।
गावो मे हृदये सन्तु गावां मध्ये वसाम्यहम्॥
A thing of beauty is a joy forever..
O King, when the young ladies in Vraja heard the sound of Kṛṣṇa’s flute, which captivates the minds of all living beings, they all embraced one another and began describing it.
The cowherd girls said:
“O friends, those eyes that see the beautiful faces of the sons of Mahārāja Nanda are certainly fortunate. As these two sons enter the forest, surrounded by their friends, driving the cows before them, they hold their flutes to their mouths and glance lovingly upon the residents of Vṛndāvana. For those who have eyes, we think there is no greater object of vision.”
~ Bhāgavata Purāṇa 10.21.7
The genius among geniuses.
नृत्तावसाने नटराजराजो ननाद ढक्कां नवपञ्चवारम्।
उद्धर्तुकामः सनकादिसिद्धान् एतद्विमर्शे शिवसूत्रजालम्॥
अ इ उ ण्
ऋ ऌ क्
ए ओ ङ्
ऐ औ च्
ह य व र ट्
ल ण्
ञ म ङ ण न म्
झ भ ञ्
घ ढ ध ष्
ज ब ग ड द श्
ख फ छ ठ थ च ट त व्
क प य्
श ष स र्
ह ल्
The eye wants to see beautiful forms,
The tongue wants to taste delightful tastes,
The ear wants to hear heavenly sounds,
The nose wants to smell divine scents,
The skin wants to feel exotic touch,
Is there anything more to our life?
Panchayati Raj in Mahabharata.
A conversation between King Yudhishthira and Pitamah Bhishma.
Excerpt from a dialogue in Chhāndogya Upanishad.
Bhagavad Gita and Yoga Sutras of Patanjali, the two principal texts on Yoga.
You can look, but you cannot see.
Thus has maya engulfed thee.
Omg, that is so not me.
Neanderthal spotted in a mall today.
Well, who really cares..
It’s a goodnight.
Seeing the ways of the world, these eyes have opened up.
Wishing you all a blessed Akshaya Tritiya and Parshuram Jayanti.
