Thursday, July 31, 2014

තෙල් බඩ නැතිවෙන්න කෑම වට්ටෝරුවක්

කොච්චර කෑමෙන් පරිස්සම්වුණත් අද කාලේ අවුරුදු 20-25 වෙද්දි කෙට්ටු කෙනෙක්ට වුණත් පොඩි පහේ " තෙල් බඩක්" එන එක ප්‍රශ්නයක්.විවාහය ළඟ එනකොට තරුණියෝ කෑම කන එකත් නවත්තලා පුදුම දුකක් විඳින්නේ ඇඟේ හැඩය තියාගන්න.













මගේ යාලුවෙක්ටත් මේ ප්‍රශ්නය තිබුණ නිසා පෝෂණවේදී විෂේශඥයෙක්ගෙන් (nutritionist) උපදෙස් අරන් සති 3-4ක් ඇතුළත් කිසිම අමතර ව්‍යායාමයක් නැතුව වේල් 3ම බඩ පිරෙන්න කන ගමන් බර කිලෝ 8ක් ( 68 60ට අඩුකරගෙනා අඩුකරගෙන තිබුණා තෙල් බඩත් නැති කරගෙනම.


මෙන්න මෙහෙමයි කෑම වේල

පොල් කිරි/ පොල් තෙල් කෑමට එකතු කිරීම සපුරා තහනම්. කෑම මිරිසට උයන්නවෙනවා.
උදේට කඩල/ කව්පි පීරිසියක්. ඒ කියන්නේ බත් පිඟානක් වගේ ගොඩාක්ම නෙවේ. සාමාන්‍ය ප්‍රමාණයක්.
10ට විතර තේ එක්ක බිස්කට් කිහිපයක් ගත්තට වරදක් නෑ. ( කිරි තේ එපාද කියලා විශේෂයෙන් කියලා නෑ)
දවල්ට බත් කන්න පුලුවන්. හැබැයි බත් අඩුවෙන්. එළවලු වැඩිපුර. ඒ කියන්නේ පිඟානෙන් වැඩිපුර තියෙන්න ඕනේ එළවලු.
මේත් එක්ක මස් කෑල්ලක් මාලු කෑල්ලක් කන්න පුලුවන්
4 ට විතර ඕනේනම් තේ එක්ක බිස්කට් කිහිපයක් ගත්තට වරදක් නෑ.
රෑට සැහැල්ලු ආහාරයක්. ඉඳි ආප්ප 6-8ක් වගේ.

short-eats කන්න බෑ
කොස්, දෙල් , දූරියන් කන්න එපා කිව්වලු. 

ගෙදර ඉඳන්ම කන බොන අයට මෙහෙම කෑම හදාගන්න එක  පහසුවුණත් නවාතැන්පලවල්වල ඉඳලා වැඩට යන එන කඩෙන්ම කන බොන අයට නම් මේක ටිකක් අමාරුවෙයි.ඒත් කමක් නෑ. පොඩි උත්සාහයක් හරි දරන්න බලන්න.

මේ දේ හැමෝටම හරියන්නේ නැතිවෙන්න පුලුවන් වගේම මේක සම්පූර්ණ ලිපියකුත් නෙවේ. 
හැබැයි හරියටම වැඩකරපු කෙනෙක්ගේ අත්දැකීමක් නිසා බෙදාගන්න හිතුවා
මේ ගැන වැඩි විස්තර ලිපියක් ළඟදීම ලියන්න බලාපොරොත්තු වෙනවා.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

මඩවල උපාලි හිමියන්ගේ "භාවනා අත්පොත" නොමිලේම කියවමු..Bhawana Athpotha (Handbook of Meditation)-Madawala Upali Thera-free-ebook download

"ආශ්‍රමයේ භික්ෂූන් විසින් මා ආදරයෙන් පිළිගනු ලැබිණි. කුටියට රැගෙන ගිය මා එහි ටික වේලාවක් නිශ්ශබ්දව විවේකයෙන් සිටිය යුතුයැයි ඔවුහු යෝජනා කළහ. ඝෝෂාව ඉවසිය නොහැකි තරම් විය. බල්ලෝ නොන්වත්වාම උඩු බිරුලූහ. කපුටෝ ඉගිලෙන විටත් විශාල ඝෝෂාවක් කළහ. රැන්ගුන් ගුවන් තොටුපළට යන රථවාහන වල ඝෝෂාවත් යාබද වෙළඳ පලේ ශබ්දයත් නිසා පසුව මම නිශ්ශබ්දවත් ශාන්තවත් විවේකගැනීම නවත්වා භික්ෂූන්වහන්සේගේ කුටි අතරින් වැටී ඇති පාරවල් දිගේ ඇවිද්දෙමි. විවෘතව තිබූ සමහරෙක දොරතුලින් මම එබී බැලුවෙමි. එරමිණියා ගොතාගත් භික්ෂූහු ගල් ගැසුණු  සේ භාවනාවේ යෙදී සිටියහ.
ඔවුනට කිසිවක් නෑසුණහ. ඔවුහු කිසිවක් නොදුටුවෝය. බල්ලන්ගේ බිරීම්, කපුටන්ගේ කෑගැසීම් සහ අනෙක් ඝෝෂා මධ්‍යයේ ඔවුහු සියල්ල නිශ්චලව පවතින මානසික ලෝකයක පසුවූහ."

මෙතනින් පොතම ගන්න.

Bhawana Athpotha (Handbook of Meditation)-Madawala Upali Thera-free-ebook download

ධර්ම දානයක්ම වේවා!! තෙරුවන් සරණයි!!!

Sunday, July 20, 2014

හඬා වැටුණු එළදෙන - අජාන් බ්‍රහ්මවන්සො තෙරුන් The Cow that Cried by Ajahn Brahm

කොයි තරම් දරුණු විදියට හැදීවැඩුණු කෙනෙකු වුවත් මොහොතකින් සෞම්‍ය කෙනෙකු කරන්නටත් අහින්සක  සතුන් මරමින් හිටි කුරිරු මිනිසෙකුගේ මුලු ජීවිතයම වෙනස් කළ මෙම කතාව විසින් තමා ලැබූ සත්‍ය සිදුවීමක් ඇසුරෙන් දේශනා කරන ලද්දකි.







































The Cow that Cried by Ajahn Brahm

I arrived early to lead my meditation class in a low-security prison. A person who I had never seen before was waiting to speak with me. He was a giant of a man with bushy hair and beard and tattooed arms; the scars on his face told me he’d been in many a violent fight. He looked so fearsome that I wondered why he was coming to learn meditation. He wasn’t the type. I was wrong of course.
He told me that something had happened a few days before that had spooked the hell out of him. As he started speaking, I picked up his thick Ulster accent. To give me some background, he told me that he had grown up in the violent streets of Belfast. His first stabbing was when he was seven years old. The school bully had demanded the money he had for lunch. He said no. The older boy took out a long knife and asked for the money a second time. He thought the bully was bluffing. He said no again. The bully never asked a third time, he just plunged the knife into the seven year-old’s arm, drew it out and walked away.
He told me that he ran in shock from the schoolyard, with blood streaming down his arm, to his father’s house close by. His unemployed father took one look at the wound and led his son to their kitchen, but not to dress the wound. The father opened a drawer, took out a big kitchen knife, gave it to his son, and ordered him to go back to school and stab the boy back.
That was how he had been brought up. If he hadn’t grown so big and strong, he would have been long dead.
The jail was a prison farm where short-term prisoners, or long-term prisoners close to release, could be prepared for life outside, some by learning a trade in the farming industry. Furthermore, the produce from the prison farm would supply all the prisons around Perth with inexpensive food, thus keeping down costs. Australian farms grow cows, sheep and pigs, not just wheat and vegetables; so did the prison farm. But unlike other farms, the prison farm had its own slaughterhouse, on-site.
Every prisoner had to have a job in the prison farm. I was informed by many of the inmates that the most sought-after jobs were in the slaughterhouse. These jobs were especially popular with violent offenders. And the most sought-after job of all, which you had to fight for, was the job of the slaughterer himself. That giant and fearsome Irishman was the slaughterer.
He described the slaughterhouse to me. Super-strong stainless steel railings, wide at the opening, narrowed down to a single channel inside the building, just wide enough for one animal to pass through at a time. Next to the narrow channel, raised on a platform, he would stand with the electric gun. Cows, pigs or sheep would be forced into the stainless steel funnel using dogs and cattle prods. He said they would always scream, each in its own way, and try to escape. They could smell death, hear death and feel death. When an animal was alongside his platform, it would be writhing and wriggling and moaning in full voice. Even though his gun could kill a large bull with a single high-voltage charge, the animal would never stand still long enough for him to aim properly. So it was one shot to stun, next shot to kill. One shot to stun, next shot to kill. Animal after animal. Day after day.
The Irishmen started to become excited as he moved to the occurence, only a few days before, that he had unsettled him so much. He started to swear. In what followed, he kept repeating, ” This is God’s f…ing truth!” He was afraid I wouldn’t believe him.
That day they needed beef for the prisons around Perth. They were slaughtering cows. One shot to stun, next shot to kill. He was well into a normal day’s killing when a cow came up like he had never seen before. This cow was silent. There wasn’t even a whimper. Its head was down as it walked purposely voluntarily, slowly into position next to the platform. It did not writhe or wriggle or try to escape.
Once in position, the cow lifted her head and stared at her executioner, absolutely still.
The Irishmen hadn’t seen anything even close to this before. His mind went numb with confusion. He couldn’t lift his gun; nor could he take his eyes away from the eyes of the cow. The cow was looking right inside him.
He slipped into timeless spaces. He couldn’t tell me how long it took, but as the cow held him in eye contact, he noticed something that shook him even more. Cows have very big eyes. He saw in the left eye of the cow, above the lower eyelid, water begin to gather. The amount of water grew and grew, until it was too much for the eyelid to hold. It began to trickle slowly all the way down her cheek, forming a glistening line of tears. Long-closed doors were opening slowly to his heart. As he looked in disbelief, he saw in the right eye of the cow, above the lower eyelid, more water gathering, growing by the moment, until it too, was more than the eyelid could contain. A second stream of water trickled slowly down her face. And the man broke down.
The cow was crying.
He told me that he threw down his gun, swore to the full extent of his considerable capacity to the prison officers, that they could do whatever they liked to him, ” BUT THAT COW AIN’T DYING!”
He ended by telling me he was a vegetarian now.
That story was true. Other inmates of the prison farm confirmed it for me. The cow that cried taught one of the most violent of men what it means to care.
~by Ajahn Brahm~