Monday, August 30, 2010

swAmi and his friends

It was close to noon and a rather bright day. We were sitting and talking and the swAmi was sitting next to the door. After a few minutes he shut the door. Later, after the meeting he says, 'I am offended by this door. See how much glare gets in. In V the houses are built with very short doors and a big veranda. That way when you want to be cool you stay inside and rest of the day you sit in the veranda.'

Then he took it upon himself to give ideas on what medicinal plants we could grow. We were walking around in the commune lands and he shows one usilai tree and says, 'You can collect the leaves and make a powder and sell to villagers.' I said, 'Yeah right. Everyone in the village uses Clinic Plus. If you spend a couple of crores advertising your medicinal/ayurvedic/herbal shampoo then one in ten will buy it.' He says, 'Yes, I also use Clinic.' Then he gave a bunch of different seeds - some of one kind of Punarnava that has white flowers. 'This is a superior variety. I have seen what grows here. That is inferior. The roots of a three year old Punarnava can be processed into a medicine that is a kalpam.' I was duly impressed. 'I gave these seeds to so many people. But nobody cares to grow it. If you tell ayurveda companies you have white Punarnava, they will come running after you.' 'I gave them to an ayurveda doctor and he said I have twenty acres of land and I can cultivate it. Then after a while he says that the land has been leased out to someone so lets do it on some other five acres of land. Then I ask him about it again and he says even that has been used for something so I will put it in the bunds. I told him it wont work on the bunds but still he went ahead and planted the seeds. The first showers some would have germinated some washed off by the force (the seeds are very small and light) and those that germinated would have died in the heat after rains.'

After these preliminaries, he got to how I should grow them. 'Get a bamboo basket, line it with plastic, make some holes in it and put a mix of cow dung manure - not the goat dung you have - and tank silt - what you have is just sand, that is no good. And water it with a liter bottle with fine holes made with a hot pin.' 'Why do you need a basket? Can't you just do it on the ground?' 'No you can hang the basket somewhere and protect it from the koli.' Kolis fly, I thought to myself. 'And if it rains heavily you can bring it to some shelter.' 'Rain, here? In Pudukottai? Before
it germinates??' But he went ahead and had the vaidyar buy a couple of baskets.
They are still lying under my bed.

Then some advice on what should be grown on the land. 'This is the problem with all the alternative folks. They believe everything should be left to nature. You should not do that - that will confuse the mind. Keep one organized area where everything is orderly.'

The Vaidyar

The man should be in his fifties. He has jet black hair and moosh. He met L during the Aranya Commune meeting and keeps visiting off and on. He had some issues with land - his relatives were not giving him land that his father had rightfully bought. One day he got really frustrated and asked Louis, 'I want kill one man and not catch police. You know?' L got very alarmed 'No no. No killing. Killing not good. Ahimsa, ahimsa.' He replies, 'No problem. Killing only the body not the soul.'

The other day I told him that my friend S was in Sengottai and his immediate response was, 'Lets go there and print kalla notes.' I said, 'How are you going to print them.' 'No problem, buying one computer, scanning note and printing.' 'What are you going to do with the notes?' 'Give to everybody. You are happy with someone, give them thousand ruppees.' The other day he told me how he and Bangalore sAmiyAr had made gold. Some involved process with turusa chunnam and stuff which cannot be revealed here :-) 'We started with a 2gm ring and in the end it was 4gm. The sAmiyAr asked his lackey to sell it for Rs.4000.' He has apparently had many out of the body experiences when he was deeply into yoga. He says, 'If there is a festival in TiruvaNNAmalai, he would hear the temple bell tolling in his head.' The other day L and I had gone to TanjavUr and L got conned by one Kashmiri salesman into buying a Tibetan bowl for some two thousand bucks. So L wants to impress our vaidyar with the bowl and gets it to resonate. Vaidyar says, 'This no good. Do yoga and you hear bell in your head. MaNi Osai ketkum.'

I saw him again a month back after a long absence. This time the hair and moosh were grey. I asked him what happened and he says, 'Peri aataa is upset that I am spending on paint. She doesn't understand how important it is.'