Scientist's Search for Truth

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Scientist's search for Truth is a fascinating autobiography, which could very well be anybody's, even your own biography, as it lucidly unfolds, page after page, how just an ordinary seeker with usual shortcomings treads the seemingly impossible path and transforms himself from manhood to Godhood.

Swami Virajeshwara as a young graduate from Mumbai University with lots of ambition but no prior knowledge of yoga, goes to USA. There he begins yoga practice, but is persecuted by racist whites. After earning a Ph.D from Rutgers, the State of New Jersey, he works for IBM at its R&D labs responsible for developing high speed fourth generation computer.

Pessimistic of scientific achievements, the young scientist renounces everything, goes to Himalayas in search of TRUTH and dives deep in meditation to enquire "Who am I? What is God? Why do I exist?"

The search culminates in Self-realisation and eternal peace which elevates the scientist to a saint.

Absolutely earnest, brilliantly educative to a seeker, at times humourously entertaining, Scientist's Search for Truth reveals what the Realisation actually is, in simple words of a Realised person and takes the reader travel along with the author to the abode of eternal peace.

Pain and pleasure, suffering and happiness are essential pairs of opposites of life on earth. Every living being wants happiness, but not suffering and tries to avoid the latter and acquire the former at any cost. The history of modern man is an account of his effort to change the world around him to meet this end of being happy. Demigods of science, business and politics preach and pretend to have panacea for all sufferings of common man and to make him happy. They promise the ignorant man of a heaven just ahead and make him run like a thirsty horse over the desert full of only mirages. It is a sad story of the modern man. Millions have perished in this mad chase for happiness without seeing even the dawn of that happiness and continue to perish. Science certainly has some practical utility in worldly life, but politics and business, misusing the knowledge of science purely for selfish purposes, have ruined the earth's sweet soil and water and robbed the common man of his sanity beyond rectification.

The tragedy is that modern man does not know what happiness really is, nor the means for it. While avoiding the unpleasant pain and suffering, he seeks the pleasure by material agency, like wealth and power which gives him momentary happiness but in the end slings mud in mouth. His sad plight is the result of his wrong assumption that sense gratification of waking state alone is happiness. He dismisses the dream and deep sleep states, in which he spends half of his life, as unreal and irrelevant. Yet he yearns for a good night's sleep after day-long full of activities and fun. It is here in sleep, the action-less and state that he finds real peace. The real happiness lies not in avoiding pain nor in seeking the pleasure nor in gratifying the body and the mind with external objects, but in giving up desires and withdrawing mind and sense organs within oneself as in sleep. Sleep, where the unbearable pain and sorrow cease to be, is the sure cure for ills of life. But man forgets this fact the moment he wakes up and cringes for sensual pleasures which actually make him sick. Such is the power of maya (veil of illusion), the state of ignorance, under whose spell he has lived millions of lives all the while suffering and will suffer millions more perhaps, before he wakes up from his stupor. Our rishis have shown that if he be willing to wake up from his stupor, he can bring his suffering to an end just by being thoughtless in the waking state. But this does not appeal to the common man steeped in perishable enjoyments. Man when young thinks that mind has no limitations, can do anything and change the world to his design. He does not believe in God or higher power; science and psychology appear to satisfy his ego and physical body. Having lived the life, in the terminal days he finds nothing going according to his wishes, his mind reels under the tide of time, he repents for wasted life in futile pursuit of illusory objects. His body and mind have become decrepit to do anything good.