#3652 - Friday, September 11, 2009 - Editor: Jerry
The 8 man band Advaita is featured. They are into ...
Also Vince Flammino, a bald, lazy guy suffering anxiety,
is nonduality's latest poster child. I'm glad I don't possess any of those
And Gertrude Baines died at the age of 115. She ate fried
chicken, bacon, and ice cream, and watched Jerry Springer to her dying
day, while directing people to God. "Yum," as Mark Otter would
No boundaries, just one with the music
BANGALORE: Whatever reasons bands may give for their coming together, they
don’t mount to making a marked difference, as long as their produce doesn’t
sound good. For Advaita, the reason that holds them together and the harvest of
their efforts, point towards novelty. And that’s perhaps what makes them stand
out as a band - their sounds are distinctive and they borrow a name from ancient
Indian philosophy – advaita, meaning non-duality (which they say they go
When the eight men come together on stage as they did at Kyra on Sunday,
music takes the front seat in a manner that truly justifies what John Leckie
(producer for Radiohead, Muse) once told about them in an interview, “I’m sure
Advaita will bring home a Grammy, one day!” Call them Indian Ocean juniors,
Colonial Cousins exemplified or Pink Floyd gone desi, they can rightly be dubbed
the young new find of Indian music.
For the eight men (boys as they started out) from New Delhi, the year 2004
was when the story began. “We were all from different bands. And in the music
circle in Delhi, everyone knows each other. We thought of coming together and
experimenting with each of our sounds,” says Anindo Bose, keyboardist. And each
of their sounds is different, but it melts together in a manner that traverses
the concept of the overrated term, fusion.
Call it an organic blend of sounds and cultures and they’ll be a happy lot.
Ujwal Nagar redefines Hindustani vocals, Abhishek Mathur stays sturdy behind the
guitar, Chayan Adhikari lends the Leslielike western vocals, Mohit Lal makes
Zakir Hussain a jealous man with his tablas, Suhail Yusuf Khan takes Sarangi to
the fore like never before, Aman Singh Rathore gives the drums a definitive
rhythm and Gaurav Chintamani looks happily married to his bass guitar.
They are also lucky musicians. For, winning a competition organised by the
British Council, grabbed them a chance to work with producer John Leckie also
giving them a platform to showcase their talent Europe where they embarked upon
a five-city tour spanning two weeks.
Performing tracks from their debut album, Grounded in Space, the band not
only enthralled the city but perhaps also opened a new avenue for performers
with a calling for parallel thinking. “We’ve never performed in Bangalore
before. The response has been good and we want to come back,” exclaims an
Adds Anindo, “We want to do more with our music - perhaps introduce more
electronic sounds and even take a deep, dark route.” Deep, dark and innovative
is probably their new undertaking, but what the eight men hold good, more than
anything else apart from music is spirituality. “We believe that everyone is
part of the same energy, the same universe. That’s the concept of oneness. That
is advaita,” explains Anindo. A wise man once said, ‘Young minds think
different.’ Advaita reiterates the same with zest. But more importantly with
oneness, holding on to what they ultimately believe in.
Springfield : Illinois : United States
I am 49, and very ordinary. This may be disappointing
to those looking for something spiritual and special. I wear regular clothes, am
near-sighted, am not able to manifest unbounded financial abundance, am married,
have two great dogs and three cats, a kind-of-messy house with limited curb
appeal (not due to my wife), more than my share of debt, and a couple of jobs. I
have tried just about every method of meditation known (and don't do any of them
now), take medication for high cholesterol and anxiety, and I shave my head -
not for spiritual reasons - but because I'm going bald. I still get angry, can
be pouty, am sometimes unreasonable and overly critical, can be loving and
compassionate and lazy, and I don't want to die. I also know that what I am has
nothing to do with any of these things and, I see that this description is
temporary at best. I am happy to talk with you about any nondual/advaita-ish
questions (as well as questions about plain old suffering and life in general)
as many have done for me. Just email me at vflam2@...
. Phone conversations are
possible as are in-person meetings if you live in the area or are passing
Leave "Stuff" Alone!
Look, it just doesn't matter what kind of "stuff" comes floating into
awareness. The "stuff" could be thoughts you might describe as beautiful or ugly
or frightening or lovely or kind or...anything! The "stuff" could be sensations
that are yummy or painful or weird or tingly or numb or...anything! It doesn't
matter what the "stuff" is - leave it alone!
If you are similar to me, thought probably immediately jerked into high
gear with all kinds of objections to this simple idea..."how could I possibly
leave things alone?" or "he doesn't understand my life, I have responsibilities
and troubles that need to be dealt with..." or "oh, doesn't he think he's
spiritual; he should just walk in my shoes for a while" or "that's crazy - there
are things that need to be addressed" or "but how will I solve these very
pressing problems?" and on and on and on.
Yep. I know. Do you think for a second that those kinds of thoughts
don't arise in my equally crazy mind!? Let me assure you, they do. But, so what?
Who cares? No, I mean really - who cares? Here is a clue: it begins with a "t"
and ends with a "t" and has a "hough" in the middle. Uh huh. You got it.
Leave the "stuff" alone and see that the Basic State, the Natural
State, the Stateless State, the Un-State, Nirvana, Bliss, Being, Emptiness,
Fullness, Awareness, God, Source - call It what you will - is there around, in,
through and beyond all the mish-mash mess of stuff that we often mistake for the
whole of life. It is right there-here-now! It never goes anywhere - ever ever
ever! That is what "you" are (me, too)!
Relax. It's done. Over. Kaput. Finished. Nothing more needs to be done
or sought or discovered or understood. All that stuff is more "stuff" too!
Leave "stuff" alone every chance you get and see what happens...
Start with whatever thought just occurred to you when you read that. I
know; more "stuff," huh?
World's oldest person dies in Los Angeles at 115
LOS ANGELES – Although she liked her bacon crispy and her chicken fried,
she never drank, smoked or fooled around, Gertrude Baines once
said, describing a life that lasted an astonishing 115 years and earned her the
title of oldest person on the planet.
Baines was born in Shellman, Ga., on April 6, 1894, when Grover Cleveland
was in the White House, radio communication was just being developed and
television was still more than a half-century from becoming a ubiquitous
She was 4 years old when the Spanish-American War broke out and 9 when the
first World Series was played. She had already reached middle age by the time
the U.S. entered World War II in 1941.
Throughout it all, Baines said last year, it was a life she thoroughly
"I'm glad I'm here. I don't care if I live a hundred more," she said with a
hearty laugh after casting her vote for Barack Obama for president. "I enjoy
nothing but eating and sleeping."
Her vote for Obama, she added, had helped fulfill a lifelong dream of
seeing a black man elected president.
"We all the same, only our skin is dark and theirs is white," said Baines,
who was black.
The centenarian, who worked as a maid at Ohio State University dormitories
until her retirement, had outlived all of her family members. Her only daughter
died of typhoid at age 18.
In her final years, she passed her days watching her favorite TV program,
"The Jerry Springer Show," and consuming her favorite foods: bacon, fried
chicken and ice cream. She complained often, however, that the bacon served to
her was too soft.
"Two days ago, when I saw her, she was talking about the fact that the
bacon wasn't crisp enough, that it was soggy," Witt said.
The title brought with it a spotlight of attention, and Baines was asked
frequently about the secret to a long life. She shrugged off such questions,
telling people to ask God instead.
"She told me that she owes her longevity to the Lord, that she never did
drink, she never did smoke and she never did fool around," Witt said at a party
marking her 115th birthday.