Dr Dosti Regmi Blog

The ambiguous and subtle dharma in the epic of the Mahabharata.   - Dosti Regmi Gurcharan Das was the CEO of a company.  He took an early retirement, learned Sanskrit, and delved into the ancient Indian epic Mahabharata for the answers of morality and dharma. Just like reality, morality and dharma are also ambiguous and subtle. The concept of dharma is not static and can be adapted to the myriad challenges of life. Dharma has many meanings. It can mean law, duty, and doing the right thing. And it is not written in the stone. There are no commandments or references to turn to. You are left to your own devices for that. The answers we have to search for ourselves. Das highlighted that good moral reasoning leads to good moral action, rather than an absolute path. So the burden of good reasoning is on the reader. I do believe the best books do not give you gimmicks, quick fixes, and promises. Neither does this book and I love this book for the same reason. It did no...

  Meeting the spiritual luminaries. -Dosti Regmi        In Memphis, autumn gracefully gives way to fall. The trees, once adorned in lush greens, now transform into crimson, amber, and gold. A cool, crisp breeze dances through the air, hinting at the colder days ahead. The golden leaves on the ground are evidence of the night-long romances of the winds and trees. I am on my balcony in the company of profound spiritual luminaries—J. Krishnamurti, Nisargadatta Maharaj, and Ramana Maharshi. Our dialogue unfolds amid this picturesque background of the setting sun across the Mississippi river.   J. Krishnamurti is sitting on the chair in an introspective mood and graceful aura. I look at the people walking on the trail and ask J. Krishnamurti,” What is the path to truth?” Krishnamurti looks at the birds flying in the pathless sky and says, "There is no path to truth; truth must be discovered, but it cannot be pointed out. It lies within you. Don't fo...

  “The You you don’t know: Covert influences on your behavior” by Webster Riggs, Jr., MD Today I saw this young lady in my radiology suite. She looked beautiful, calm and resilient. Yet it juxtaposed with the fact that she was there for Barium swallow study for strictures she had in her esophagus due to ingestion of lye in an attempt to suicide. She had a tattoo itched in her skin in her arm reading "perfectly imperfect". It was a poignant reminder that even the most seemingly resilient individuals could be battling inner turmoil. I started musing on the paradox of her tattoo. What determines perfect and imperfect? What determines what we think and do? Are we really in control of what we think and feel and do or are there covert influences that we are not even aware of. Keats wrote, “Beauty is truth, truth beauty,-that is all”. Hindus have this satyam-shivam-sundaram , which means truth is beautiful and beneficial. We accept this because it’s pleasant or have we really ...

  Introvert’s world: Restorative bliss in a solitary niche. Dr Dosti Regmi Earlier, when I had visited a swimming pool in my neighborhood for a couple of times, I had observed people swimming, sunbathing and playing music and toasting beer for their health. But today’s visit was a bit different. Since winter had arrived, the swimming pool was deserted. No human could be seen there. Yet I found myself so much in peace. I laid in the sun, meditated on the ripple in the water and breezes in the trees. I felt at home, just like you feel at home, or say at your own home when the unwelcomed guests have left. It was brimming with a peaceful energy, the same peace that used to be abducted by the crowd during summer. I have always been choosy with friends since my childhood. I really enjoyed the comfort of a best friend at a point of my life. I was not outgoing but always found my peace in books. Most of the time I was comfortable with what I was, but I must admit that there were time...

After a lengthy late shift at the hospital, I was waiting for my Uber ride back home. As I stepped out into the warm Tennessee air, I noticed a black sedan pull up to the emergency entrance. The driver, an elderly African American woman with a warm and welcoming smile, greeted me with a twinkle in her eye. "Hello there, honey," she said, her voice filled with a deep, comforting South American drawl. "You've got yourself a mighty fine smile. It's good to see a smiling face." I couldn't help but return the compliment, telling her how her cheerful presence was exactly what I needed after a tough time in the hospital. As she was looking at the GPS for navigation, I asked her, “How was your day?” “I have been humming this beautiful song all my day. I must be happy.” I wanted to ask what she was happy about. Her looks as well as her reference to happiness and song reminded me of what Maya Angelou once said – A bird doesn’t sing because it has an answer, it sin...

We are taught to seek and not to savor. We are taught to chase and not to cherish. I stay still. The wind whispers at my ears, Sunshine kisses my face. But it is at my disposal to accept it but not to ask for more. It is at my disposal to welcome it but not to captivate it to stay for long. I am glad that it exists. I cannot guarantee that it persists.

Beyond the tumultous emotions, there is a profound peace. Deep to the transient waves, there is a timeless sea.  

Male loneliness: Dostoevsky, Kafka and  Bukowski -Dosti Regmi "Crime and Punishment" is one of Dostoevsky's best literary works. Raskolnikov is the male protagonist of this novel. Out of his rationalism that if the end is good, the means doesn't matter and he kills a pawnbroker. Maybe he dreamt of being a hero like Napoleon who also was a common man before his rise. But then follows a deep psychological dilemma and turmoil. He is isolated and only after a tender love from another unfortunate but religious-minded Soniya he confesses and gets relieved of his turmoil. Dostoevsky's male character is isolated but finds solace in love. Franz Kafka was a prophet of Nihilism and doom. Gregor is the main character of Kafka's story - "The Metamorphosis". He works as a traveling salesman to provide money for his family. He wakes up one morning finding himself transformed into an insect. After the metamorphosis, Gregor becomes unable to work and is confined to...

खुसी हुन के नै चाहिँदो रहेछ र ? म हरेक बिहान, नयाँ दिन जिउन पाएँ भनेर खुसी हुन्छु। हरेक रात, आजको दिन काटेँ भनेर खुसी हुन्छु।

Thought comes... Make sure it does not linger... If it lingers, What can you do? Don't fight it… You are not a fighter... That also shall pass... That will pass. Just wait and witness! The thought that comes shall go. Nature never loves things to eternity. Only eternity lives till eternity. Change is an everyday affair. In fact every moment´s affair. Your mind is just like your body. People practicing Vipassana know it, Just like sensations in your body that comes and goes... Sensations come and sensations go... You have a numb leg while meditating, don't walk it away... It will go away, all by itself. A sensation here and a sensation there. All just passes... Thoughts shall also pass. Wait and witness!!! Don´t fight it. Whatever you resist, persists! If someone complains about something today, Mark my word; He will complain the same thing till his deathbed! But the question is, will it survive his death.

मेरी प्रियसी, मेरो वास्तविक जिन्दगीमै आइदिएपछि, म बडो असमञ्जश्यमा परेको छु। मैले उसको बारेमा त्यति कल्पनै गर्न पाएको छैन। बस् उ निदाएको बेला म उसकै बारेमा कल्पिरहेको हुन्छु। दोस्ती रेग्मी। Painting:  Flaming June  by  Frederic Leighton .

सांसारका आठ अर्ब मान्छेका, आठ अर्ब सन्सार हुन्छ भन्छन्। मेरो पनि आफ्नै सन्सार छ। हरेक दिन म बिउझिँदा, मेरो सन्सार ध्यानमा बिउँझिन्छ। हरेक साँझ, त्यो रक्सीको प्यालामा निदाउँँछ। बिपनीको पनि आफ्नै सन्सार हुन्छ। निदरीको पनि आफ्नै सन्सार हुन्छ। बिपनी मैयाँको सन्झिने रोग छ। सपनी मैयाँको बिर्सिने रोग छ। दोस्ती रेग्मी।

Eyes can see the whole world, but it needs a mirror, a reflection, to see itself . The self observes the whole world, but to know the self, you need self-reflection.

  यो भयानक अज्नवी संसारमा, तिमीलाई अलकति म जस्तै पाउँ... तिमीले मलाई अलिकति तिमीजस्तै पाउनु, त्यो भन्दा अरु के नै चाहियो र? - दोस्ती रेग्मी।

  सहजता र सजगतामा फरक हुन्छ। जब तिमी आफ्नो अशान्तिलाई आफै देक्छौ,  तिमी शान्त हुन्छौ। जब तिमी आफ्नो बेहोशीलाई आफैं  देक्छौ, तिमी होशमा हुन्छौ। जे. कृष्णमुर्ति ।

  सोचलाई सोचले कहाँ रोक्न सक्छ र? त्यो त हो-हल्ला हुन्छ। शान्त त फूल हुन्छ, त्यसको महक हुन्छ। चन्द्रमाको रोशनी हुन्छ। तलाउको पानी हुन्छ। दूध चुस्दा चुस्दै आमाकै अङालोमा निदाएको बालक हुन्छ। डा. दोस्ती रेग्मी

जिन्दगी कहाँ खुसी छ र? खुसी भएको अभिनय गर्नु पर्छ। अभिनय गर्दागर्दै जब क्यारेक्टरमै छिरिन्छ- तब जिन्दगीको मज्जा आउँछ। -डा दोस्ती रेग्मी

लाग्थ्यो केहि पाएपछि मात्र मान्छे खुसी हुन्छ; अहिले बुझ्दै छु- केहि पाउनका लागि मान्छे खुसी हुनुपर्छ। दु:ख र असन्तुष्टिको बाटो यति कठोर हुन्छ तिमीलाई भेटेर आज बुझ्दै छु- कसै कसैलाई खुसी नहुने सहुलियत नै हुँदैन। खुसी हुनुको अर्को विकल्प नै हुँदैन। - दोस्ती रेग्मी।

  म हरेक श्वास लिँदा जन्मेको हुन्छु; म हरेक श्वास फल्दा मरेको हुन्छु। हरेक पल ... हर एक पल मेरा लागि स्वागत र बिदाई बीचको सन्ध्या हो। हर एक पल मेरा लागि स्वागत पनि र बिदाई पनि हो। संसारको यो रङिन अन्धकारमा, मेरो एक पल  अखण्ड ज्योती हो। Painting: Vale: Farewell by Arthur Hacker.

  कति बस्नु  आफ्नै बिचारको बन्धक बनेर; माकुराजस्तो अफ्नै जालोमा आफै फसेर। जिन्दगी गुल्जार छ। जिन्दगीमा फुलेका फुलहरुमा बिचरण गर्दै छु; भ्रमर बनेर। सङ्ग्रह गर्ने मौरीसङ्ग त घारको मह मात्र हुन्छ; त्यो पनि कालान्तरमा कसैले चोरिदिन्छ। सबै मौसम, बगैंचा र फुलहरू त भ्रमरकै हुन्छ। दोस्ती रेग्मी।

दुनियाँ देख्ने आँखाले आफैलाई देख्दैन। दुनियाँ बुझेको तिमीले के आफैलाई बुझ्यौ? दोस्ती रेग्मी। Sculpture : Introspection by  luka Izzo 

  If you are searching for truth, you will surely find it. It is as real as the chair you are sitting on, as real as the breath you are taking, and the sight you are seeing. If you are in search of comfort, It brings the division between what is comfortable and what is uncomfortable. And in this judgement, you will miss the truth. Dosti Regmi. P ainting: Time unveiling Truth Winged Father Time unveils Truth, who is dressed in white and rests her foot on a globe, symbolising the Earth from which she has sprung. With her left hand, Truth unmasks Deceit, while with her right she gestures to the four cardinal virtues: Prudence, holding a snake; Temperance, carrying a water jug; Justice, with sword and scales; and Fortitude, who rests her elbow on a lion. The subject is based on the classical motto, ‘Truth is the daughter of Time’, meaning that truth becomes apparent through the passage of time.)

एउटा मौसम आयो; मलाई रुझाएर गयो। अर्को मौसम आयो;; मलाई सुकाएर गयो। एउटा मौसम आयो; मलाई चिस्याएर गयो। अर्को मौसम आयो; मलाई न्यानो बनाएर गयो। तिमी मलाई रुवाएर जानू; फेरि हँसाएर पनि जानू। तिमी मलाई चित्त दुखाएर जानू; फेरि चित्त बुझाएर पनि जनू। प्रिय। तिमी एक्लो, एकनास मौसम लिएर कहिलै नआउनू। कम्तिमा मौसमको एउटा जोडा लिएर आउनू। म पनि त तिमीलाई औधी प्रेम गर्छु। तिम्रो जीवनमा, बसन्तको बहारलाई .... बर्साद बनेर बर्साउन आतुर छु। - दोस्ती रेग्मी।

एउटा त्रसितको अङ्गालोमा अर्को त्रसित; यो कस्तो त्रासदी । अतीतको भुतघरमा नजाऊ; तर्साउँछ। भविस्यको भुमरीमा नजाऊ; अल्मल्याउँछ। वर्तमान नै तिम्रो सत्ता , सत्य र सामर्थ्य हो; यसमा एक्लै टेक, एक्लै उभिए। - दोस्ती रेग्मी (Painting: The life line by Winslow Homer, 1884)

  मलाई सबै कुरा कहाँ थाहा छ र? तिमीलाई पनि सबै कुरा कहाँ थाहा छ र? ऐना बिना .... संसार देख्ने आँखाले त आफैलाई देख्दैन। दोस्ती रेग्मी। (Painting: Eyes in the mirror by Laura Segatori, Italy)

Question 1) What is truth? Answer:  What is now-here is truth. Your taste object, smell object, touch object, sight, and sounds are truth. Your mind is falsehood because it dwells everywhere except now-here. Question 2) What is the fact? Answer: You are alone, finite, and fragile. Question 3) What is the idea? Answer: All the paraphernalia to escape the above-mentioned facts is an idea. Fact is truth and ideas are escapes from truth. Question 4) What is the counter-idea? Answer: To befriend yourself, savor your finitude, and care for yourself is the counter-idea and alien the most with the fact. Self-care is not selfish. -Dosti Regmi

  सत्य  यस्तो घडीले देखाएको समय हो... जुन घडीमा अङ्कहरू सहि सलामत छन्; तर सुईहरू गायब छन् । दोस्ती रेग्मी

  हरेकको जिन्दगीमा केहि साहुहरू हुन्छ्न्; जसले गिद्दले ठुँडे जस्तो  मुटुमा केहि घाउहरू दिन्छन् । हो, हरेकको जिन्दगीमा केहि थान साहुहरू हुन्छन् ; अनि उनीहरुले दिएका मुफ्तका घाउहरू हुन्छन् । - दोस्ती रेग्मी। (Painting: The wounded man by Gustave Courbet)

  कहिले म डढेको गन्हाउँछु; भित्र केही डढ्छ सायद । कहिले म इत्र मग्मगाउँछु; भित्र कुनै फुल फुल्छ सायद। डढेकै कुरा फुलका लागि मल हुन्छ सायद। दोस्ती रेग्मी

जिन्दगी यस्तो होस् -    जहाँ जिन्दगीको अर्थ प्रगाढ होस्; व्याख्या शेष होस्।

भोगी संसार खाएर पनि भोकै हुन्छ। योगी संसारलाई बाँडेर पनि तृप्त हुन्छ। बाँडेर सकिने कुरा पनि के बटुल्नू ? आँफैसँग भएको कुरा पनि के माग्नू ?

अस्तित्वको बजारमा, जिन्दगी त्यस्तो दोकान हो- जहाँ वर्तमानको किम्ती पल सित्तैमा पाइन्छ; भुत र भविष्यका डम्मी पलहरू अचाक्ली महँगो पर्छ। कुनै अमुक पलको मृगतृष्णामा  बर्तमान पललाई अवहेलना गर्नु, सुन सँग पित्तल साट्नु जस्तो घाटाको व्यापार होइन र? दोस्ती रेग्मी (Picture : Melting Clocks by Salvador Dali )

  तिम्रो मन पनि एउटा आकाश होईन र? जो शान्त, स्निग्ध, अनन्त र अपारमित छ, जोसँग सुर्य , चन्द्रमा र ताराहरूको खजाना छ। फेरि पनि आउने जाने गरिरहन्छन, बादलका मुलायम स्वयरकल्पनाहरू, आवेगका मेघगर्जनहरू, आँसुका बर्सादहरू।

दुनिया सँधै चन्द्रमाको मात्रै दाग देक्छ; सुर्यलाई त उसले आँखा जुधाएर हेर्नै सक्दैन।। दुनिया गलत पनि हुन सक्छ; एक चोटि तिमीले चन्द्रमालाई आँखा चिम्म गरेर हेर्नू पर्छ।।

मलाई शून्यको धुन मिठो लाग्छ; बाँस भित्रको शून्यबाट बाँसुरीको धुन निस्केजस्तो; नलेखिएको गीत, नसुनिने गरी, नदेखिइने मान्छेले गाए जस्तो, तर मैले बुझेजस्तो।

के दिऊँ तिमीलाई चिनो भनेर; तिमीसँग त पुरै एउटा जिन्दगी छ। के राखूँ तिम्रो नासो भनेर; मसँग पनि पुरै एउटा जिन्दगी छ। दोस्ती रेग्मी

  लेख्दालेख्दैको कविता बीचमै छोडेर आएको छु जति नै ठूलो कोठा बनाए पनि संसार कोठाबाहिरै थुनिन्छ जिन्दगीलाई जसरी अर्थ्याए पनि जिन्दगीको अर्थ कोष्ठकबाहिरै छोडिन्छ हुन त सारा आकाशका जून तारा तिम्रै अञ्जुलीको पानीमा प्रतिबिम्बित हुन सक्छ , तर सिङ्गो आकाश तिम्रो अञ्जुलीमा अटाउँदैन हुन त राम्रा आँखाले राम्रै दृश्य देख्ला तर परेलामै अल्झेर के गर्छौ ? सपनाको शहर त बन्द आँखाको पछाडि हुन्छ तिमीलाई सत्य प्राप्त हुनु र सत्यलाई तिमी प्राप्त हुनुमा फरक हुन्छ होश सहितको मदहोशी र बेहोश मदहोशीमा फरक हुन्छ मैले लेख्दा लेख्दैको सुन्दर कविता बीचमै छोडेर आएको छु जिन्दगीमा यति धेरै फूलहरू फुलेका छन् , म भ्रमर बनेर आएको छु।