Showing posts with label sanskrit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sanskrit. Show all posts

Monday, October 22, 2012

Integral Infinity

Om 
Purnamadah Purnamidam
Purnat Purnamudachyate
Purnasya Purnamadaya
Purnameva Vashishyate
Om shanti shanti shanti! 

Om
That is infinite, this is infinite
From that infinite, this infinite comes.
From that infinite, this infinite removed or added,
Infinite remains infinite.
Om. Peace peace peace!

I start with this verse from Isha Upanishad, because it reads like a mathematical proof. When adding or subtracting from infinity, infinity remains infinite. I can't recall the first time I learned about the concept of infinity, but I can imagine how difficult it must have been to grasp its abstractness in context of something as defined as mathematics. In theory, if you add up every number from -∞ to +∞, you get 0. This is an unbounded sum, one which has an indefinite beginning and an indefinite end. And yet, its solution amounts to nothing. 

However, if you take this concept from the realm of mathematics and into that of philosophy, the equation changes. As is described in the verse above, the beginning and the end of time are on this spectrum between -∞ and +∞. Yet, this unbounded philosophical sum encompasses not just the existence of humanity, but that of our entire universe. It truly is, "through infinity and beyond!" And if you assume mathematics and philosophy to be on a continuum, then our universe should also amount to nothing.
 
So is it? Is the infinite breadth of our existence not even a mere speck? Or is this a more relative theory? Perhaps when compared with the truly infinite, as in God or Science or some other supreme force of nature, our being is truly miniscule. If this is true, then maybe it shouldn't matter what my legacy is. And assuming that my essence means something, is just a fancy way of expressing my vanity. 

On the flip side of infinite sum is infinite precision. Like the digits in pi. It is both irrational and necessary. Everything in this infinite universe may sum to nothing, but the details of this world are infinitely defined. This is why all constants are approximations. It is impossible to fathom these values, yet so easy to experience them. All of sudden, my existence which amounts to nothing in the infinite sum, is still infinitely defined. The forces that act upon me and the energy I release into this world is precisely defined. At a given moment, something happens because it was infinitely planned. The parameters of this infinite definition and this infinite precision are also infinite. 


I use this symbol of infinity to validate my existence every day. Sometimes, I stare at my infinity sign and use it to zap people's brains. Other times, I stare at it and wonder if this infinity sign can truly transform lives. But most of the time, it only serves as a reminder of the infinite knowledge I have yet to learn. And while this is overwhelming, for that moment I find a purpose for my miniscule self in the vastness of infinity.



Occasionally I also use infinity to define my indolence. My laziness is like the number 8. If it lays down, it becomes infinite!

Saturday, May 1, 2010

Yin and Yang

My grandfather is a very artistic man. His memory has failed him in the last three years and so I thank him for distributing his wisdom early. His thoughts and stories have been presented to this world with a twist and a modern perspective through his grandchildren as they continue to get inspired by his words.

I have been having recurring thoughts about my Dada. I think telepathic communication is not a myth. People do connect with other people. Dreams and prayers are the cable that connect our thoughts with the ones we love without having to explicitly say them. Having said that, I would like to devote the rest of this entry to my favorite memory of my Dada.

As a child, he used to repeat a Sanskrit poem and explain each line with extreme elegance. Perhaps back then, I just enjoyed the idea that the Gods we prayed to were just like our parents. It was his innocent way of convincing us that the way you demand from your parents can be replicated when asking God for favors.

I see this poem in a new light now. I am a woman. I take on the role of Parvati. The poem highlights a battle of words between Parvati and Lord Shiva. Perhaps I should not disclose the end until you read it, but I will note that my grandfather had recognized the wits of my grandmother for him to believe so strongly in this poem.

The poem starts with a common scenario. Lord Shiva lost track of time while meditating. On his late arrival, Parvati refused to let him in the house. (Of course, today this problem is solved by multiple copies of the key). The man still has to answer to his better half and even Lord Shiva may not be able to help him in a battle of words.

The first meaning of Lord Shiva's line is what he implied. The second meaning is what Parvati interpreted. Yes, sometimes we know what you mean and we still like to mess with you because we can! Enjoy!

Parvati: Kastvam?
Who are you?

Lord Shiva: Shuuli,
1. The one with the trident
2. sick
Parvati: Mrugaya Bhishajam!
Go Find Medicine!

Lord Shiva: Neela KantaH Priye aham,
1. The one with the blue neck, O'beloved!
2. Peacock
Parvati: Kekaam yekaam kuru!
Prove it with your loud crowing voice!

Lord Shiva: PasupatiH,
1. The lord of all four legged creatures
2. Bull
Parvati: Naiva drushtey vishaaney!
I cannot see your horns, though!

Lord Shiva: Sthaanuur Mughdhey,
1. The immovable
2. Tree
Parvati: Na vadati taruH!
Trees cannot speak!

Lord Shiva: Jeeviteysa ShivaayaaH
1. I am Parvati's Life Partner
2. Shiva = Jackal
Parvati: Gachha atavyaam!
Go run to the forest then!

iti Hatha VachaH paatu va Chandra ChuudaH.
Thus, the Lord who bears the crescent shaped moon on his head lost the battle of words, but may you still protect me!
Unfortunately for Lord Shiva, none of the sweet talking he introduced into the battle worked. Women are very focused on winning and being swayed by romance is a distraction so we don't pay attention to it. The moral of the story? Men, don't try to win arguments. You never will. Even the invincible and divine have figured this out!

Cheers!