Gene, Imran 2nd June 2019, Shanti Dham, Sangam

70% of our DNA comes from the preceding 3 generations.

For me, Imran Ali Namazi, thats
MMJ Namazi, Father
Zahara Begum Namazi, Grandmother
Mirza Ismail Namazi, Grandfather
Uma Melarkode Sivaraman
Vasantha Sivaraman
Melarkode Subramaniam Sivaraman
and 1 Generation above – so 8 more people, thats 14 people in all, my pitru

I believe both my mother’s grandfathers were principals in schools. My grandmother’s father taught English to his daughter Vasantha who matriculated in Malayalam circa 1946, was married that same year and gave birth to my Uncle Subramaniam the next year. He was one of those special children born in the year India won her independance, carrying the hopes of a country proudly and valiantly forward. His golden days were short for he was shot down in his early 40s and has spent the last 30 years the shell of a man. What do we really know about the sum of a body’s life or have we tasted it to it’s dregs?

MS Sivaraman, or Sivam for short was almost the perfect human being. Even when he threw clocks at a glass cupboard. He would feed his wife and 5 children after a long day at work to make sure food didn’t go to waste. It’s a pity his children did. Waste most of their life, their talents, their potential and their education. His favourite child of 5 was my mother Uma, ibne Sivam. She was the most timid and strong of all their children. My grandmother lived a full joyous life and at 86 was still trying to get a break making cards to support her children. How many heroes and heroines have been produced from among parents? Or are they ALL heroes. I look forward to seeing the kind of man, husband and father my cousin V Advaith Shivram is going to make – his mother the most hardworking of my 10 closest family members. Save my dad. Hes the real superman in my family. Denied full emotional development at the ge of 12 when he lost the beacon in his life, my Grandfather Mirza Ismail Namazi.

My sister and I were lucky to have 2 fathers and 2 mothers. I mean my mothers 2 siblings Rani and Venka. Rani who married my Reiki Guru and Venka whose son Advaith is the kid I’m gonna look after. He and my sister’s daughter Inara – the two born but 5 years apart.

So yes, I don’t come with a lot of emotional baggage, I come from a family who has shown time and again what love can conquer. What the power of freethinking can yield and what unconditional love can do to foster children. They’ve all had hard burdens to face buts its burdens as build character and shows us what stern stuff we’re made of.

Venka it was who told me how high his dad set the “being a good father” yardstick. A challenge I’m prepared to accept as I try and raise my own “children of the kingdom”. I stand here today, the sum of all the hard won experience that is my family – Uma, Shayesteh, Laila, Vichu, Rani, Venka, Manna, Vasantha, Venu, Bhuvana, Advaith and Inara. I also have 3 brothers by love – Ben, Arvind and Aneesh. And hope earnestly to soon meet the girl I’m going to marry.

There Vichu stands, the man whose mystery I may unravel some day, who saw the best in me and gave me always his best. Who just thinking about causes me uncontrollable tears. Who stood ready to shoot down a Cheetah for killing his favourite monkey at age 15. Whose lived the least of this family I love so much, but whose knowledge is so vast, it dwarfs even my writer’s skill and adroitness. He once told me about the two men who met on the stairs. The youngster thought wow, here I am on the same level as my Guru, but the other scoffed and said fool, one of us is going up, the other climbing back down from the top. What summits you’ve reached with that brilliant mind of yours, only God can fathom!

How I wish 6 years ago I had the coolth and smartness to keep this family from tottering on the brink. It was afterall a childhood dream to see us all united again. Once I spent an entire hour visualizing how in the smallest detail, one February afternoon in Pondicherry in 2011. But it wasn’t mean to be, and now the fashion of the world is changed and my grandmother is no more [1 month after writing this, I would lose my father too]. The woman that set the bar in loving her family unconditionally. Who guides gently from behind the veil where she is united once again with the husband she knew 42 years before. Silly girl, I kept telling her he would have taken birth again, waiting to see her in the next life. Maybe I’m the fool and they were never partned.

Anyway, in their memory, I live on. At the crossroads in my life, waiting for that little bit of Magique to come along and save the day. I am after all the most precious element in this entire equation. Just like my sister Laila is the darlingest. Don’t worry, we will all raise Children of the Kingdom, just as it were meant to be.

Just like Aneesh is my brother by his father the late PJ Naidu, I have too another wellwisher and brother in Dr Mahdi, son of my teacher Mir Momin Ali. Arvind and Ben, I love you too.

Leaving us with the 5 year old who proves to us daily that the anachronisms sometimes win – my father. Tolkien says, reconciliation with the father is one of the defining moments in a body’s life. I’d like to think I crossed that stage today as I reached to the future and saw my own children mirrored in his image. That unrelenting faith, honesty and simplicity that makes him the superman in my life.

Somewhere in all this, I’d like to give thanks to Chalam and Usha for being there at critical moments in my life. It’s good to know someone’s got my back, with fresh perspective.

Thank you for listening patiently to the tale of my family.

I love them all very much. Am sorry for all the pain and disappointment I have caused in these 35, my teething years.

I now vow to be on top of my game every single day and answer the riddle that is life before too long.

Hari Om Tat Sat
J Shasa Shivram

PS: Venka, I told you I’d get there first 😉

I dedicate this letter “Gene” to Gene Roddenberry who taught us how to dream and then realise our dreams.

Root of Evil

Is money really the root of all that is evil?But first we need to know what is the root of money 🙂 Isn’t money just a tool of exchange,which cannot exist without goods are produced and the people who produce it? Money is the material shape of the principle that people who wish to trade with each other must give value for value. Money is not the tool of looters who want to claim your products by force or the tool of moochers who take it for the price of your tears. Money is made possible only by people who produce. Always remember you can never cheat an honest person.

Money is given for the effort and the time you have put in to produce the product. It is not given value by the cheaters or looters. The pieces of paper are an honor for the time and effort you have put in. Not any gun can take that away from you. That piece of paper which should’ve been gold or some kind of precious metal is actually a statement of hope that nowhere in the world people will default on the moral principle that it has a value. Is this evil?

If we look at the root of production like for example a generator or a car. Do we really think that some muscular brute came up with these ideas? Or try growing some vegetables without any help you will then realize that it takes brains to do that stuff this is the root of all that production which is the root cause that gave rise to money.

So in reality it is this mind that has given rise to all the time saved which is what we were all born to do in life.

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Universal Law

-AnupAm JhA (circa 2015)

In my opinion there are three rules that govern
the entire universe ! They are the following:
• Time
• Change
• Balance

Time as we all know is not constant it always keeps flowing.

Change will always occurs with passage of time.

Balance must be maintained during the change.

The entire universe constantly tries or rather maintains BALANCE with the passage of TIME and CHANGE. This is true even down to the atom!

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Learning to be Unhappy ?

Learning to be Unhappy?

“Thou shall not covet thy neighbour’s wife, house or property:” Thus spake the Good Lord through the Tenth Commandment.
‘Covet’ would literally mean a yearning to possess anything. It is a natural instinct and normally acceptable as a simple thought, but it starts getting dangerous upon transgressing into a compulsive habit. For, you normally do not receive all that you desire; albeit, it would be impossible for the Creator to be fulfilling all that our hungry minds wish for.
We were taught in our early Economics class that man’s wants are unlimited, but his resources are limited. The Bhagwad Geeta also says that desires are the major cause of our unhappiness. A thin line therefore defines our ‘need’ and ‘greed’.
So, where do we learn this art of being unhappy?
Being an integral part of our cranial programming, there seems to be no escape from it. We would continue to want to possess each available article of value. It is firmly embedded in our thoughts that possession provides enjoyment, and leads to happiness, which is the ultimate goal for all living beings.
But, is this really true?
Let us go back a little in time, and look at the moments which gave us happiness. Were they the ones in which we were receiving something with our palms facing upwards, or were they those when we were in a position to satisfy our child’s desire, or a parent’s need? Perhaps, there could be an element of truth in both.
We tend to think and believe that we would be happy if we were to receive some objects which could gratify our sensory needs. Little things like a new dress, a flashy car, a cushy job,…..
But, what was it that prompted Julian Mantle to sell his Ferrari? He had all the above but consciously chose to forego it all in one stroke. Maybe, our dear friend, Robin Sharma could have an answer to this.
Man is constantly looking for happiness in possession of objects. After he receives them, he realises that they were not worth the effort, or that he needs a newer model. So, he gets back onto OLX, gets rid of this one, and looks around for a newer one with better features. This is equally relevant for almost all our desires.
Not all desires get fulfilled even if you have loads of the green ‘moolah’. We have seen so many of our friends bidding on the internet for a cell-phone a few months back, while only a very small fraction actually received it. I have been witness to a well-to-do owner’s wide grin and sense of extreme pride in possessing this handset, which costs only a few thousands. I have then seen him disposing it off just a few months ahead, and repeating the same process for a newer model, and the anxiety when his bid was not accepted this time. Coupled with that was the anguish that his junior colleague was flashing it all around.
So, it was the initial euphoria of receiving, then the desire for an upgrade, followed by the anguish of rejection, and the ultimate insult of someone else having received it. He lives a life of oscillation from one end of the spectrum to another, based on the parameters of his earthly possessions.
This is true for so many situations that we come across in our lives. As children, we have made so many demands and continue to do so. The upward spiral continues with each fulfilment taking us to the next level. We seek and receive happiness in all such acquisitions, constantly yearning for more. The basic purpose of our education also seems to be that we can earn enough to enjoy material comforts, and thereby a happier life.
A natural corollary to this is that whenever our demands are rejected, or we face a loss of that object, we get unhappy.
Should our happiness be however dependent on the possession of mere objects, or is there something more to it? Have we given a 5K cellphone the power to control our thoughts and regulate our joys and sorrows?
Can we not be equally happy if our neighbour were to be driving around in a lovely Audi A4, without our having an envious thought of ourselves possessing a bigger A6?
There is so much of joy available all over. We just need to stop looking for it. Actually, we don’t even need to make an effort. The converse may be truer in as much that if we were to just inculcate the spirit of happiness, we could see it in all that is happening around us, without any sense of ownership.

We do not own the Sun
Nor the Moon nor the stars
The butterfly flutters at her will
Alone, or in the company of another
So do the birds chirp at dawn
And fly home at dusk
Ours is not to reason
Nor to question
But to receive and enjoy
Each act of the Lord
For He alone knows the purpose
If any, of this game called Life.

Ownership brings stress, as it precludes a sense of despair, if and when the object is lost. We can hold on to a possession only for an ‘x’ amount of time, and no more. In spite of this knowledge, we get sorrowful at any loss, the ultimate being death. If we can only imbibe a sense of trustee-ship for each worldly object, life could be much simpler and happier.

A child sleeps softly
Instantly, without a care
He trusts his Creator
So can you too
If you do not wish to control
Or to possess all around you
But, just to relish each moment
As if it were your last
Sans any expectation of the result
No ego of the past
No worry of the future
The game of Life
A new game each day
No wins or losses
Playing around for the fun of it all
Playing around for the fun of it all!

I have known people who have faced business losses and were forced to sell their homes. They do not even wish to enter that part of the city now, where they once resided. Could it not be possible for them to be content with the fact that they were a mere tenant in that piece of property for a specific period of time, as per the Lord’s ordain, and have now chosen to relinquish it in favour of a more deserving person? Have we not done this for certain posts too, such as being the president of a social organisation, etc.?

Nothing is constant except change. And change is always for the better. We may choose a status quo situation, but that would tantamount to stagnation and death. It is the troughs and the peaks that should excite us, and not always the placid lake.

The entire Universe is in movement, and so are we…..each moment. The last moment has gone in a swish, and the next moment would do likewise too.
Each tock following a tick, and each tick following a tock
Who knows which came first; the tock or the tick?
Life is slipping by with each swing of the pendulum, and we do not really have the time to be unhappy. It is really not worth the effort.

Remove the effort
Close your eyes
Take a deep breath in
Exhale with all positivity, for in each exhalation,
You are giving life-producing carbon dioxide to the plant world
Receive nature’s benevolence with each inhalation.
Enrich yourself as only you can, for that is your treasure,
Which you would share with others in need
As you have received, so shall you give.
Be sure that it is only in giving that we shall receive….at the designated time……. all that we need….always.



YieldMore was begun with a desire to continue in the celebration of life – it is short but full of love, if we can just trigger the avalanche and find our inner peace and calling.

We have one life to live
So much to give and so much to share
There is love to be found
Just look around
There’s happiness there – Peter Frampton

I should take a minute to recall the Anthem:

Short And Sweet

Make me a channel of your peace,
Where there’s despair in life let me bring hope,
Where there is darkness, Lord, your shining light
And where there’s sadness, ever joy. – the Hymn

Grant him the understanding that each man is free to choose his religion, that none is superior to the other, that each man understands the will of God according to his own nature and the truth of his being… Let us embrace one another and truly accept each other’s faults and limitations as our Lord accepts us. A minutes silence for contemplation and thoughts for world peace. – Imran’s Unspoken Prayer

And Swami Sivananda’s Motto: Serve, Love, Give, Purify, Meditate and Realize.

Which inspired me back in 2015 to say: Learn, Heal, Share, Express, Love & YieldMore.

With that began this verse, a very passionately tended venture to which I dedicated the rest of my life[times] back in November 2013.