Ashtavakra Gita By Osho (Music By Ravana)

We are embarking on a rare journey. Man has many scriptures, but none are comparable to the Gita of Ashtavakra. Before it the Vedas fail, the Upanishads are a mere whisper. Even Bhagvat GIta does not have the majesty found in the Ashtavakra Samhita – it is simply unparalleled.

The most important thing is that neither the society, nor any other institution of human life had any influence on the statements of Ashtavakra. There are no other statements anywhere that are so pure, transcendental and beyond time and space.

Perhaps that is why Ashtavakra Gita, the Ashtavakra Samhita, has not had much impact.







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Prisoners of Conscience (India, 1978)

June 26, 1975 is remembered as a black day for Indian democracy. On this day, 36 years back, the then Prime Minister of India, Indira Gandhi, declared a state of national emergency, thereby granting her extraordinary powers to rule by decree; which was promptly followed by launching a massive crackdown on civil liberties and on all political opposition.

An important historical record of this dark period in India’s post-independence political history, Anand Patwardhan’s “Prisoners of Conscience” documents the State of Emergency imposed by Indira Gandhi from June 1975 to March 1977.

During the Emergency the media was muzzled, over 100,000 people were arrested without charge and imprisoned without trial. Cases of custodial torture, beatings and death were a plenty. Repression was also unleashed on defenceles people – workers, peasants and middle class – outside of jails.

But political prisoners existed before the Emergency, and they continue to exist after it was over. Today, the common people of India witness a state of ‘undeclared emergency’ as the Indian state holds tens of thousands of political prisoners behind bars, often for years without trial, and employing an arsenal of infamous and heavily criticized draconian acts, some of the most repressive of which are the Unlawful Activities Prevention Act (UAPA), the Public Safety Act (PSA) in Jammu and Kashmir, the Chhattisgarh Special Public Security Act (CSPSA), the Maharashtra Control of Organised Crime Act (MCOCA), the colonial era Sedition Law, et cetera.

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2nd track from Ravana album “Old Delhi”

Somewhere in Old Delli, India, there is a mysterious place called, Palti Darwaza. in the old days it was famous for it’s Kavha (Medicinal Potion) and now nobody knows where this Palti Darwaza is. In case any of you listeners get to hear about this mysterious/secret place of years gone by, then do let me know about this. Till then watch this crazy video.

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First Track From Ravana’s Album Old Delhi Dedicated To The Sound’s Of Old Delhi And Muslimgauze (Bryn Jones). This 30 Minute Album Takes You To A Journey In The By Lanes Of Old Delhi And It’s Various Sounds Interpreted through music. This Music Is Heavily Experimental In It’s Tone And Contains Eastern Drums And Heavy Bass Vibes.



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The Work Of A Master (OSHO)


The work of a master is very complex because he is working with so many people of different prejudices, different conditioning’s – and he has to shatter them all and make people absolutely clean, just as they were born, knowing nothing. But that knowing nothing was such a beautiful flower in the child. It filled him with wonder.

Knowledge kills wonder. Not knowing fills you with mysterious experience

When the child opens his eyes and sees the birds and the sun rays and the trees and the greenery… and so many colors. He cannot describe them; he does not know even their names. But he lives almost in paradise. In his innocence is paradise.

you are always looking all around – thousands of people. There are people who have beautiful bodies, there are people who have great intelligence, and there are people who have money – and they all keep you in misery. They don’t do anything to you, you do everything yourself; it is a self created hell. But continuously comparing yourself with everybody you come across, you will be never out of misery; you are following all the rules which create misery. One has to learn not to compare, not to be competitive.

But remember one thing: the moment you drop comparison, competition, all jealousy disappears. You are yourself, perfectly beautiful; as an individual, incomparable. But even the greatest people suffer from such stupid things.

The man who created the greatest revolution in the world, Vladimir Ilyich Lenin, had small legs, disproportionate to his body. They never reached to his feet. Special chairs were made for him; otherwise he was dangling in the air. Naturally he was feeling very inferior. The greatest revolutionary of the world… but what to do? Existence goes on joking with people. He was always very conscious that nobody mentioned his legs. And in such situations the ordinary thing is that everybody will mention his legs – what happened?

Naturally, the thing that you don’t want anybody to know, everybody will know. Your very hiding will indicate that something is wrong.

It is a very strange atmosphere, created by the whole world. It has a certain background behind it. It wanted to destroy the individual, take away his dignity. It wanted to destroy the joyfulness and give him misery, because only miserable people are controllable, only miserable people are able to be exploited. Miserable people are always ready to play into the hands of others, the vested interests.

The vested interests don’t want individuals, because an individual, just by the very definition, is a rebel. He does not belong to any crowd, any religion, any nation, any race; he simply is himself. It is very difficult to exploit a world which consists of individuals. It is very difficult to create unnecessary wars, destruction, if the world consists of individuals. Because the world consists of miserable people, you can force them to do anything. They are always looking upwards, for somebody to order them.

In the army it comes to the extreme point. All the trainings in all the armies of the world are basically the same. The structure is how to destroy the individual, but in such a way that you will never think that it is destroying the individual. They call it discipline, they call it obedience, they call it courage. They call it many beautiful names. And what is the training?

He was released from the army, with honor. This type of man is not needed in the army. The army wants obedient people. Whatever is said has to be done; there is no question of why. This obedience is nothing but another name of slavery, creating a slave psychology. First, ”Left, right, backward, forward” – innocent things, because you are not destroying anything, not killing anybody. But they have developed, down the ages, certain tactics.

Once you become obedient and you start doing things as you are told, and you don’t ask why, then when one day you are marching with guns, the moment you are ordered to shoot you don’t think even for a moment, ”Why?” That man is absolutely innocent. He has not done any wrong to you. He also has a wife, he also has children, he also has old parents waiting for him, just as your parents are waiting and praying that you will come back home soon. If the soldiers start thinking, both soldiers will throw away their guns and will hug each other and say, ”It is time to go home. What is the point?”

The man who dropped the bombs, atom bombs, on Hiroshima and Nagasaki did not think for a single moment about what he was doing. His mind was completely brainwashed, completely mechanical. He had been ordered; he was obeying. Obedience is the greatest religion, not only in the army, but also in the church; not only in the politician’s world, but also in the priest’s conception of existence – obedience, just obey. And he obeyed.

Man is living in fear. He is doing everything out of fear. If he does not do it he will lose respectability; if he does not do it according to the idea of others, he will not be thought to be somebody special. It is all fear, and out of fear nothing great ever comes. Anything great is born only out of love, meditation, silence, understanding. If you create out of fear it is not creation. Your fear will be there, just like a shadow, destroying the beauty of your creation.

If your creation comes out of joy, then whatever you do has a beauty, a beauty that you can be proud of. Whether anybody understands it or not does not matter. A man should live according to his heart. Even if he remains a beggar, he will have a dignity which even a king cannot have. The king can lose his dignity within minutes. A man should work not out of fear and comparison and to defeat someone, but to express his own genius. And everybody has a genius of some kind.


old delhi

Reviewed by Owen Z.

In a Word: Mystical

In a sense, electronic music is a vacuum  – the entire damn genre started off as nothing more than a series of electrical inventions which gained popularity after composers applied them to their own cultures. Some classic electronic albums have come out of this process, of using technology to rewire one’s culture; New Delhi-based artist Ravana, named after the antagonist of Valmiki’s epic poem Ramayana, follows in these classics’ footsteps by using technology to reimagine his city on Old Delhi.

Indeed, this album is heavily inspired by the city of New Delhi; every track pays homage to a specific place, as Ravana’s album notes will testify. Along with this, the percussion on Old Delhi carries a heavy classical Indian influence — rollicking rhythms are everywhere, often carrying entire songs. Old Delhi is a highly percussive album; any melody is in the form of either a shuddering bass line, a raw synth, or a far-out sample. As a result, things really come together when the rhythm of the drums is agreeable.

The album’s intro is an intriguing summary of the sounds that Ravana likes to experiment with — an enticing mishmash of lushly tropical samples, Indian percussive drums, and an obsidian bass backbone. Throughout the album, Ravana uses these sounds, but they are perhaps most successful near its beginning, where the flurry of activity forces you to sit back and take it all in. “Looking For Palti Darwaza” is a standout; although the drumming comes thick and fast, the ghostly, metronomic bassline gives the song a welcome extra element. Another highlight is “Road To Townhall”, whose monotonic drum pattern is doubled down over and over again while a vaguely threatening bird call sounds off repeatedly. Although the song’s inspiration may simply match its title, it’s hard not to think of “Road To Townhall” as a descent into hell instead — it’s just that menacing, that alluringly evil.

Even when Old Delhi’s beats themselves fail to overly excite, Ravana has cohesion on his side — this record flows nicely, from one dark serenade to the next. To add to this, Old Delhi has a very unique and strong concept: mixing traditional percussion with grimy contemporary beats is an idea that Ravana executes brilliantly. In the end, the album lies in limbo in between these two worlds — that limbo is fascinating to explore. Old Delhi travels through it with unnerving ease.

Support Ravana by purchasing Old Delhi on Bandcamp.