Magic of Love

By Tarun Engineer

Tarun engineer has written more than 69 super hit books and published by Diamond books (P) Ltd, Raja pocket books, Prem pocket books, Nutan pocket books, Radha pocket books, errykerry books & N Ramesh publishing house. “Magic of love” is his best creation in the category so far: Mr. Engineer has worked hard to collect ideas and thoughts from numerous resources. This is a result of his unflinching dedication to the realm of book writing. He was born in 1960 at kiratpur (distt. Bijnor) U.Br. In middle class family. At present Mr. Engineer doing own import - export business with song writing for Hollywood film industry. More than 50 songs has been released. The magic of love is that it has the power to create a magical world is and around us, due to finding some are you get along with so naturally is an amazing feeling the kind where it feels like you've known each other your whole life you are so comfortable when your lot home. May be that's what a soul mate is some are who shares a lot things in common with you and gives you space when you need it. Love and magic have a great deal in common. They enrich the soul, delight the heart life is so much easier than you think it is and as you come to understand the way life works, and the power you have inside you, anyone who has loved has been touched by magic it is such a simple and such an extra ordinary part o the lives we live..

• Language: English
• Publisher: Diamond Books
• Release date: Aug 25, 2021
• ISBN: 9789354866067

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Interpretation: Coition

Coition…

Yes, how much shitty remains the term?

One gets rather embarrassed on its recollection.

It connotes equally shitty response irrespective of vague and shitty meaning.

Osho (Bhagwan Rajneesh) has cognized that as the most sacred term, when he was alive. For, coition has equal connotation towards the depth of oceans as to those Himalayan ambitions.

Coition is delicate like moon. It is sacred like the penance of hermits. Coition is colossal like the horizon. It is perpetual silence like some rivulet.

Coition is the foci of one’s life.

It is the staircase of one’s reaching the abode of heaven.

But, the eternal bliss through coition!

Wonderful! I do not understand the term.

Whither is coition? Whither is abode of heaven?

The destinations are complement to each other. Methinks, they’re the faces of the same coin. Why do critics subsist on critical comment?

Perhaps, they couldn’t decipher the path to eternal bliss from the act of coition. For, the critics get lured to the term coition, but flee on hearing the term heavenly abode. People board the ship of sexual orgy the moment they imagine about the term coition. The term of silence makes one experience over subsistence. It makes one human through stabilizing his (her) personality through physical union.

The term ‘love’ coined by traditional poet Kabir equating to ‘romance’ of the modern poet Ghalib makes man pretty stupid.

Albert Einstein disbelieved that coition is subjected to universal laws of gravitation. His disciple posed, ‘Are you versed with universal wisdom?’

Einstein replied, ‘No, universal wisdom is eternal. None could acquire that wisdom during subsistence.’

The student reiterated, ‘My lord, I wish to acquire such wisdom. Get me those treatises. Let me acquire such wisdom through reading.’

The scientist persuaded him that man remains imperfect despite studying at random.

The insistence of his student made the duo explore every option available on earth for such treatises.

His student remained displeased despite finding such literature. Meanwhile, the student posed the scientist, who was on his deathbed, ‘Oh my lord, who shall enlighten me through rest of the literature?’

Einstein replied, ‘Why are you behind those literatures? The wisdom on the mundane universe lie scattered. Seldom have you realized during our exploration about such wisdom unavailable in such literatures.’

The bookish wisdom remains on pages, but the practical experience one gets remained beyond one’s comprehension. Most of the critics who criticize about coition lack from common sense.

For, they have drowned in the ocean of deep love and passion without thinking or acting in letter and spirits.

However, Osho (Bhagwan Rajneesh) has advised, ‘Follow the path of love when it beckons. Its path shall remain disjointed. It shall embrace you if you pursue through diligence. Sacrifice yourself to such path on perseverance. Be confident on being wounded during its onslaught like venomous sword. Your dreams might be shattered by its echo. It might resemble the tornadoes of the arctic.’

‘For, love could enthrone as well as crucify you. Seldom would it empower nor remains submissive despite making you expand or contract from its influence.’

‘For love is sufficient to love. Relieve someone from the phase of infatuation if you love him or her. Realize that as attached to you forever on its return. Else, it doesn’t belong to you, but remained as phenomenal.’

Human ego proliferated when Greek scientist Galileo claimed about the planet earth revolving around Sun. Our generation might wonder how come our god men claim so. How planet earth revolves around Sun, when Lord, the Almighty has made man to subsist on special principles to enjoy flora and fauna?

The court of law at Athens in the present Greece, often sought Galileo Galili to tender apology, but he stuck to his guns. The pleaders subsisted on the thought that Sun revolves around planet earth. Slowly, as our intelligence grew we have realized that it is not the planet earth but the entire galaxy does such orbits around Sun.

Today, our generation pooh-poohs over the term coition. I believe they would glorify and equate the term to that of eternal bliss some day. One wonders why not such thought fructify in our mind that planet earth remains the foci of the universe. For, we believed our persona and the personality sprucing remained the foci making the universe its puppet.

Sages of yore claim human birth remains sacred among the species galore. Neither had we sought the response from burden loading ants nor from any chirping birds about our status on planet earth. We have proclaimed ourselves ex parte that human birth as the climax on earth. Fortunately, none of the species was aware or countered our self-proclamation of our being such and such personality.

Charles Darwin has labeled human beings as Homo sapiens and owes to the race of monkeys. Monkeys do believe their race becoming extinct from the progression of man. The species have acknowledged the existence of human beings on becoming defunct, but not about their progression.

Similarly, desire is some blind instinct. The laity subsists on desire. People die out of keeping such desire alive. The lecherous should bear in mind the transient bliss acquired during sex proportional to the desire could make him (her) subsist for hours, days, months, years and for every moment till s(he) breathes last. For, our birth owes to coition. Sexual intercourse overpowers species across the world. Why are you averse to the very act? Why do you select your partner under the cover of darkness?

I have heard of the father of our nation Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi to have glorified three living monkeys before his death.

The museum in the national capital city Delhi showcases one of the monkeys shutting its mouth, the other shutting its eyes, and yet another shutting its ears.

The monkeys keep their feats for the sake of visitors. They hop around with curiosity and quarrel amongst themselves when the museum closes for the day.

An old watchman asked when they’re squeezing other’s neck forcibly, ‘What are you doing?’

The trio got startled. One of them cried, ‘How come you’re here? This is not the time for visit. Visitors are allowed during the day. We remained disciplined at our preset position. Have you spared yourself for the night? The night hours keep us pretty relaxed. For, we keep on sitting, shutting our eyes, or ears, or mouth without caring for our health. Allow us to relax during night hours.’

The watchman fumed, ‘Stop arguing with me. Can’t you identify me? Have I taught you to become violent? Why are you abusing filthily? Why are you throttling other’s neck under the cover of darkness?’

The monkeys suspected whether the old man was Gandhi, the father of our nation.

Suddenly, they reenacted selves by shutting eyes, ears, and mouth during their turn.

The old man asked, ‘What will happen now?’

The monkey cried, shutting its eyes, ‘Please forgive me. I don’t know what is happening around. You have taught me keep off from unpleasant activities around.’

The old man fumed, ‘I have seen you from the very eyes of your holding other neck. Now, you disbelieve of seeing any vicious act.’

Another monkey cried, ‘You claim what our brother spoke as absolute lie. I couldn’t hear anything as I have shut my ears.’

The old man wondered, ‘Hey monkey, tell whether the two are uttering lies?’

The monkey replied, ‘You’re finding me under silence. Now, I claim through speaking that seldom could I speak.’

The old man left the museum slapping the door.

The monkey-trio went on bargaining over the thought deep within their hearts, ‘The old man might have been Gandhi. But, Gandhi has been slain by Nathuram Godse. So, we have been unconcerned. We believe him to be Gandhi, the way he pronounced with such guts not to hold someone’s neck. Why should we believe when the followers of Gandhi disbelieve about his theology? No doubt, we’re monkeys. We remain disciplined and awake so long as the museum is being kept open. Our countenance resembles the monkey-trio. We remain alert and disciplined during the day, when the museum is being open. We found ourselves relaxed during the night like museum monkeys.’

We interpret the position as that couldn’t be the countenance of the trio, but those of entire Indians during night. So, it calls for us not to denigrate the act of sexual intercourse. He shall be the yogi, capable of enjoying such act. Enjoyment and sexual union remain complement to each other. However, the opposition to such act remains stuck. It has ushered the race for perpetual loss rather to the wholesome gain. Someone queried whether any prostitute trespassing reaps bliss during such act.

Often, I have replied in the negative.

For, prostitutes lend their body for such act. Act of sexual coition with prostitute would reach the nadir, but not the acme of happiness. For, the man enjoying her would find himself aware of the money she got for such period. So, she insists on retrieving money from each of his limbs during such act.

So, coition is phenomenal trance. Trance is not that object meant for lending or hiring. How could one ignore the happiness arising out of such trance while copulating with some prostitute?

Soul couldn’t be bargained. So, one who enjoys some prostitute couldn’t enjoy eternal bliss. Similarly, the very prostitute couldn’t enjoy the physical or spiritual bliss during such experiment.

A prostitute is tied up for the moment with the act to fulfill her requirement. The act won’t be anew for coition-oriented prostitute.

It is her diurnal duty. She realizes herself during such act as the object of fun. Seldom could she realize the bliss out of such copulation other than satisfying her customer for the money he owed. So, copulation would remain mechanical between the desired—on the physical, but not on the spiritual plane.

The Scriptures have exaggerated the vice of child marriage. Our sages like Vasishth, Yajnavalkya and Parashar have glorified the custom in their treatises, while that of sage Samvarta admits the marriageable age for any girl should be beyond ten.

Astavarasha Bhavedgowri Navavarshoutu Rohiniga

Dasha varsha Bhavetkanyamata Urdhwanjaswala

The latter treatise has explained various stages of such girl subjected to maturation of her body. It has eulogized the girl of eight-year old as Gowri, the nine-year old as Rohini and the ten-year old as the prospective bride.

The girl beyond this age had been subjected to species related periodic menstrual cycle. Any girl under eighteen-years of age now has been termed as adolescent. However, the Scriptures insist any householder to dispose off such nubile girl subjected to periodic menstrual cycle. Else, the brothers and parents of that nubile girl would experience hell when she is alive. Nowadays, the criterion of dowry has kept the lives of Indian householders at stake.

Mataccaciva Pitacaiva Jyesthombhrata tathaivaca

Trayaste nharakamyanti dhristwa rajaswalam

We have been parroting that the spouse of the girl could be her messiah, the moment she gets doubled with him. Our customs have not only been promulgating spinsters as untouchables and invisible products of nature, qualifying her to be sacrificed at the altar of shrines or subjecting her to prostitution, or marrying her to some physically challenged or any ailing person.

One could find such irony about nubile girls entering the age of eight-year, who needed to be married off, irrespective of her being self-dependent or remaining under the care of guardian.

Perhaps, the sages of yore might have threatened generations ahead with uncertainty. They believed householder marrying off any girl subjected to menstruation during the solemnization could face nature’s fury.

Tasmadwivavaheyatkanyam yavannaturmatibhavet

Vivahe hriyamstadarshayaha kanyayastu prashasyate

Our scientific experiments have justified the menstrual flow of a woman contains dead ova but not the sprouted foetus. Probably, our sages were unaware of the fact that menstrual flow has dead ova, but not the menstrual blood or foetus. It is an irony amongst fellow Indians to stick to on the orthodox belief of child marriage, though the girl is practically unacceptable in terms of physical, mental and emotional compatibility.

Methinks men folks might have been short-lived, which made the society to get him married with pretty young girls. I disbelieve people misinterpreting the society about fabricated concepts.

We need the Scriptural advice. It doesn’t mean that sexual intercourse should be between mutually consenting adults for spiritual bliss.

Pituhu pramadattayadihakanyaha

Vayuaha pramanam samtityadiyate

Sahanti dataratuvikshamanam

Kalatirikta gurudakshikneva

— (161)-Vashistha Smriti

Today, fellow Indians indulge in sexual intercourse just for procreation, for them being husband-wife, but not for eternal bliss, which is their fundamental privilege.

We forget that sexual intercourse couldn’t be mechanical exercise any more. Coition is the natural feat. It is the staircase to bliss. It is the destination. It is the very journey. We have cursed the term on account of ignorance, which has endorsed us to oppose tooth and nail.

It is also true that after completing sexual intercourse, man can acquire his lost virility. So, the people undergoing Sadhana were asked to have regular sexual intercourse for spiritual uplift and annihilation of vicious thoughts in their memory bank.

I recollect an incident when I was pursuing engineering studies at Nainital. I came across a beauty sitting alone in park where I have strolled around. Her attire was extremely bewitching. Her thighs were partially kept open. I was browsing through an English magazine sitting in front of her. My steady look frequented upon her top. The girl went on observing me with mischief.

I went on scrolling the leaves pretty past. The girl’s look gave a stoic invitation for me, but I was pretty unaware of her mind. Exchanging of our looks went on for nearly an hour.

The girl was on her feet swiftly and sat aside me. I was panicky. She held my hands and made me fall on her, when I was about to move.

I queried, ‘Madam, what are you doing?’

She replied, ‘I am not doing anything. Your heart desires to have me.’

‘It would be unfair. You couldn’t force me to align with you.’

She continued, ‘Why are you making your heart whine? How long could you hold your thirst? An opportunity has come. Youth won’t tolerate. Elegant moments have come’.

‘But, this is sin.’

‘There won’t be any sin. A momentary requirement between you and me! We subsist to avail such moments.’

I lost my courage. I embraced her with utmost grip, but my conscience cried out, ‘You fool! An opportunity has arisen to relieve you. You might atone for the sin and self-denigration. Leave her and flee from the spot.’

I left her on the moment and fled for the hotel suite where I had stayed. I went on thinking overnight whether I proceeded ahead with her. What could be the harm?

The girl’s affection was about to be cherished for me. I was attempting to steal her affection through evincing eyes. For, we, human beings try to acquire the cherished objects fraudulently. So, we continue to deceive ourselves.

We have resorted every second and every moment to pack of lies. We claim selves to be pure and austere. So, the conditioning of our mind and memory remains incoherent. Neither could we progress in our lives nor could accomplish such complicated feats. Could we redress our grievances had we continue fuming and remain at unrest?

Sikh preceptor Guru Nanak remained lost in thinking of the Absolute uncaring for the developments around. He came across an erudite when his father packed him off with substantial money to procure some lucrative offer.

The preceptor shared with his father about his acts after expending the money on mere edibles.

Saint Ramakrishna Paramahans describes, ‘Hardly could any preceptor put us on the right track so long as our mind remains unstable flirting.’

‘Our wise men advice that one shouldn’t attempt to accomplish any good task so long as our catharsis in subconscious sheath settles down.’

One might have heard of saint Eknath across Maharashtra province, who was absolutely faithful to Lord, the Absolute. Neither was he arrogant, nor temperamental nor avaricious but remained altruistic during his subsistence.

He used to bathe on the banks of river Godavari. Some youth thought of cutting his path on an afternoon.

Eknath was returning after having bath.

The youth spit on his body.

Eknath observed him quietly.

He moved coolly to the banks for bathing and returned. He neither scolded the youth nor remained fumed. The process went on for umpteen times.

The youth tendered apologies, when Eknath remain unmoved despite his mischief for 108 times.

Eknath told him, ‘Brother,