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The Yogic Lore

Tales of Indian Yogis

ARNAB BHATTACHARYA

Om trayambakam yaja-mahe sugandhim pusti-vardhanam I

Urva-rukamiva bandhanan mrityur-mukshi-ya mamritaam II

The Immortal sounds are reverberating from the one whose presence has created ripples in the atmosphere, the plants, animals and the men. Who's he? Never before has this land seen such a man. Among the masses of people working their way, he sits still beneath the sky. Wild animals losing their instincts are flocked towards him. Even the humans can't resist being drawn towards him.

From tigers to cows, and vultures to owls

Losing their hunger and losing the prowls

The raging bull has lost its rage

Sitting quietly beneath the stage

Across the borders have come the ants

Following the air bearing the chants

Squirrels and parrots and came deer

And all the people of far and near

From where did he come? Where are his origins? He doesn't seem bothered by day and night. Always within himself with eyes closed even as the gathering of each and every kind of living being is looking on curiously.

Winds from the Himalayas are signalling the onset of the cold. The onlookers have left, looking instead for food and shelter to bear through the winter that lies ahead. Left behind are nine. One snake remains to overcome the nature. Hibernation seems a distant dream.

One bull that remains alert but calm, waiting as if for eternity. Seven people remain looking at the phenomenon that seems of the other world. Through the shivering cold, they keep on waiting for the man to open his eyes. This winter seems no different for the sky-clad. The seven people - steadfast in their quest to know the nature, the Rśhis - scientists who in their way have discovered many aspects of the existence which has led to the well-being of the society and the people of this land hold them in high respect and reverence that matches up to the Devās. This year though, they seem to have a new found interest. The meditative man has captured their imagination. People have gone into their homes in the winter assured of the fruits of the penance of these seven geniuses.

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