FORTUNATE' SOULS SECOND INNINGS & GLUE OF KARMA
Engineer’s
Soul - Path to Reiki
1989 was a turning point.
While I returned to Jamshedpur as the Head of Special Projects, something
internal was shifting. I was drawn to Reiki. I didn't just practice it;
I became a Reiki Master. For the next decade, my life was a duality:
traveling for the company during the week and healing/teaching Reiki on the
weekends. By 1989, I had spent nearly two decades navigating the structured,
logical world of production engineering. My mind was trained for efficiency,
systems, and "Special Projects" at Tata Steel. I was a man of
blueprints and industrial timelines. But life has a way of introducing a new
frequency when you least expect it. While I was busy traveling for the company
and overseeing corporate goals, I felt a quiet pull toward something deeper. It
started as an attraction to Reiki, the ancient art of energy healing. To a
trained engineer, the concept of "invisible energy" might have seemed
illogical, yet it felt more real to me than the steel I worked with every day. I
didn't just study Reiki; I immersed myself in it. I remember the shift in my
internal rhythm. By day, I was the Head of Special Projects, navigating the
demands of one of India's industrial giants. But as the weekend arrived, the
corporate suit was set aside. I became a Reiki Master. Our home in Jamshedpur,
which had seen so much, the joy of our children’s birth and the quiet grief of
loss, now became a sanctuary. On Saturdays and Sundays, the house was filled
with a different kind of energy. I began healing people and teaching others how
to tap into their own internal power.
It is the fuel for my body. I am not just alive;
I am staying "in the game" because, like him, my work, this
storytelling, this
Reflection, this passing of wisdom, has become
my religion. Whether
it’s writing these memories or mentoring others, I feel that same
"twenty-hour energy" that my father had? In the industrial world,
once a project is commissioned and the savings are realized, the engineer moves
on. But the human soul operates on a different timeline. I have come to realize
that I am still here, one of the few of my generation, not by accident, but
because my Gross Karma is still in production. I often think of Karma as the ultimate Industrial Adhesive. It is
the glue that keeps the soul and the body together. If there is a debt to be
paid, a lesson to be taught, or a story to be told like this one, the glue
holds firm. The body remains a vessel for the Will. If my First Innings was
about building the external world, the coal tubs, the mansions, and the Tata
special projects, my Second Innings is about the internal completion. To play
this inning well, I must maintain the "structural integrity" of my
health. I look
back at my father, who outlived them all. He wasn't just "lucky"; he
was Karma-efficient. He didn't accumulate the "rust" of unnecessary
mental tensions. He fulfilled his service to his "Brothers and
Sisters" daily, keeping his karmic ledger clean. I am doing the same now.
My "Gross Karma" involves: Fulfilling the legacy: Carrying the ethics of the Steel City into
the modern world. Completing
the narrative: Ensuring the stories of the "Sea Frog" and the
"Mansion of Foresight" are not lost to the red dust of time. Preserving the Machine:
Staying healthy not out of fear of exit, but out of respect for the work that
remains. Manifesting in these Second Innings. Perhaps it’s this book, or
perhaps it’s the wisdom I am passing down to the next generation of
"engineers" in my family? It adds the most crucial layer to my
father’s "shadow" presence. It reveals that his "built-in
charity" wasn't a religious obligation, but a spiritual passion. When the
line between what you do and who you wish to do vanishes, then you no longer
need "holidays" because you are not "working", you simply
exist in your highest state.
He didn't need a temple because the clinic was his sanctuary, and
his patients were his congregation.
Final Exit – Walking to the Gate
Throughout my life, I have been obsessed with balance,
mathematical, professional, and spiritual. I have seen the "Bankers of
1840" balance their ledgers, and I have seen the "Billionaires of
2000" balance their global acquisitions. But as I look toward the horizon,
I am focused on the most important balance of all, the Final Exit. In Tata Nagar, we never left a site until the final
inspection was passed. I view my life the same way. I will not exit until the
"inspection" of my karma is complete. Until then, the glue holds. The
engine runs. The "Engineer from Tata Nagar" is still on duty,
navigating the Second Innings with the same Will and Grace that built the
4-million-rupee weld. Philosophical Blueprint for Life. It is a part of that
"Gross Karma" that must be completed. It ties the Steel,
body/industry to the Spirit, karma/soul in a way that only an Engineer from
Tata Nagar could. The
Dignity of the Independent Soul. In
our family, we have always "toiled smart." We survived wars, crossed
oceans, and built empires. But the true mastery of life, the IN-THING of
applied spirituality, is the ability to leave the stage with grace. When I say
I wish to walk to my grave, I am speaking of a desire for spiritual and
physical sovereignty. Just as my elder brother stood tall in the Artillery and
my sister commanded the clouds, I wish to command my own departure. To walk to
the gate means to remain IN-CHARGE until the final breath, not as a passenger
of fate, but as its pilot.
Beauty of Departure
In
the world of Life, the "Final Exit" is not a defeat, but the ultimate
Insight, the moment an elevated soul chooses to depart with the same dignity
and independence with which they lived. To "walk to one's grave" is
the ultimate engineering feat of the spirit: ensuring that the "structural
integrity" of the soul remains intact until the very last step. This is
the ultimate IN-LOOKING process. It is about preparing the Dwell-er within so
that when the "worn-out body converted from topsoil" is ready to return
to the earth, the soul is already standing, ready to move forward. No Crutches,
No Chains: To walk is to be free of the "IN-SIPID" attachments of the
ego and the physical world. The Final Masterclass: It is the last lesson I can
give to my children and grandchildren, that the "Most Fortunate Soul on
the Planet" is not the one with the most gold, but the one with the most
peace. Engineering of Peace. I have spent my years ensuring the prosperity of
the clan, settling families in Halifax, and celebrating the "IN-SANE"
successes of the next generation. Now, my "smart toiling" is focused
inward. I am refining my spirit so that my exit is as well-executed as a
billion-dollar merger, as disciplined as an army march, and as light as an aviator's
takeoff. When the time comes, I don't want to be carried by the momentum of
others. I want to step into the light of the Golden Age on my own two feet,
having settled all accounts, left every heart full, and completed the 160-year
journey from the Banker's ledger to the Infinite Light.
Spiritual
Heartbeat
"THE
MOST FORTUNATE SOUL ON THE PLANET" implies a level of gratitude and
connection that few ever reach. I have evaluated the balance sheet of my life,
with all its wars, losses, migrations, and billion-dollar triumphs, and
realized that the bottom line is pure Abundance. Mindful Art of In-Looking, Mastering Mischievous
Mind. The whole of creation has reached its IN-EVITABLE peak of decay. At the
end of this current cycle, the world stands at the edge of degradation. Yet,
instead of scrapping the design, the IN-CREDIBLE Creator IN-CARNATES in the
very center of the mess to salvage us. He redeems us and restarts, IN-TERNALLY,
the IN-EXORABLE process of establishing a pure new world once again. The
Confluence Age. In this Confluence Age, the overlapping transition out of the
Iron Age, the IN-COGNITO Creator gives us His IN-TRODUCTION. This divine
knowledge reacquaints us with the eternal IN-DWELLER residing within. I have
learned that we are created in His image: eternal points of Supreme Light,
unlimited and IN-FINITE in every aspect. Through this lens, we IN-VENT
ourselves once more, recognizing our true nature as IN-VALUABLE beings of
light.
Divine
Injection
He
patiently coaches us to voluntarily surrender this IN-SIPID world of ego and
lust, including this worn-out body, which is but a vessel converted from
topsoil. This wisdom is His IN-JECTION for the impure souls, a spiritual
jump-start for the IN-DRAWN process of purification. By practicing IN-LOOKING,
we IN-VEST in ourselves to become masters of our own minds, remaining IN-CHARGE
as elevated beings. This commitment to pure IN-LIVING renders us IN-VINCIBLE
against the sorrows and illusions of Maya. The Ultimate Inheritance. The net
result is liberation IN-LIFE, a freedom experienced here and now, accompanied
by boundless peace, joy, and bliss. The ultimate bonus is our IN-HERITANCE: the
Kingdom of the Golden Age.
Before
this truth was revealed, we were IN-COMPATIBLE with our true self, insane human
beings. But now, through this IN-SIGHT, we have been transformed into IN-SANE
beings of light and logic. The Path of Introversion. This is the IN-THING about
Applied Spirituality, when it is IN-CORPORATED into our daily routines. The
process is tough; it requires guts of steel, the faith of Hercules, and the
enthusiasm of Buddha. The name of the game is IN-TROVERSION. It allows the
effort to be applied in IN-VERSE proportions, transforming the struggle into
the life of an "Easy Yogi." If one is sufficiently open, or
"gullible" enough to let go of the ego, one becomes IN-ESCAPABLE
& fortunate to develop faith in the IN-VISIBLE Being. Thus begins the
win-win game of trust for the rest of an extraordinary life.
Healer’s
self-help - The Morning Siphon
My morning routine is a Closed-Loop Waste Management System. I use
Temperature (Water), Viscosity (Flax), and Astringency (Amla) to ensure my
"Internal River" never turns into a stagnant swamp. It’s the ultimate
Engineering Hustle, using the "Cold Process" (overnight soak) to
ensure a "High-Velocity" start. Morning Manual, as a testament to the
Legacy of the Gut, how the Khanna genes demand a clear channel? The Amla-Flax
Slurry, The "Sluice" Agent. First glass is Hydro-thermal Flush,
Lukewarm Water. The second glass is where Real Engineering happens. By soaking
Amla (Indian Gooseberry) and Flax seeds overnight, I have created a
Bio-Chemical Emulsion. Flax seeds contain high amounts of Mucilage, a gummy,
gel-like fiber. The Overnight Soak: This is the "Hydration Phase."
The seeds absorb water and swell, turning into a slippery, viscous gel. Mechanical
Action: In the "Pipes," this acts as a Laminar Lubricant. It coats
the walls of the intestines, reducing friction and ensuring that the
"Solid Waste Stream" moves without turbulence or blockage. By mixing
a "Hydro-thermal Flush" with an "Amla-Flax Slurry," I am performing
a two-stage Mechanical and Chemical Scouring of my internal pipes. Let’s break
down the chemistry of this morning surge. The first glass is the Primer. The
Temperature Gradient: Lukewarm water matches the internal "Basin"
temperature. It doesn't shock the system; it greases it. Vasodilation: The heat
causes the vessels in the gut to dilate, increasing the "Flow Rate"
of blood to the intestines. This signals the "Pumps" to wake up. The
Gastrocolic Reflex: This is the "Pressure Wave." Even plain water
stretching the stomach sends a neurological signal to the colon: Clear the
channel, a new spate is coming! The "Fiber Filter" Bulk Engineering. The
three spoonfuls of ground flax provide a massive "Bulk Load." The
Piston Effect: In hydraulics, we need mass to move mass. The insoluble fiber in
the flax acts like a Piston, physically pushing the "Silt" of the
previous day’s meals toward the "Exit Sluice." The Tannic "Contraction"
Amla Powder. Amla is a powerhouse of Tannins and Vitamin C. Chemical Irritant
(The Good Kind): Tannins have an "Astringent" quality. When they hit
the lining of the colon, they cause a mild, localized contraction of the smooth
muscles. The Colic Reaction: This is the "Mechanical Hammering" my
father did, but from the inside. The Amla chemically pokes the
intestinal walls, triggering Peristalsis, the rhythmic squeezing.
A merchant of happiness & trader of peace
Venture
out where the spirit thrives,
And
trade in the currency of changing lives.
The
Market of the Soul Leaves behind the frantic race for gold, for stories
bought and spirits sold. Instead, set sail on a different tide, With
nothing but a generous heart as guide.
Venture
out as a Trader of Peace & a Merchant of Happiness,
To
ultimately become a Billionaire of Bliss & Joy.
Pack
your bags with kindness, Set your sails for grace.
Be
the one who brings the light to every weary face.
For
the richest man is not the one with silver in his hand.
But
the one whose Joy is infinite, Spread across the land.
To
be a Billionaire of Bliss is a quiet art.
The
dividends are paid directly to the heart.
Your
legacy isn't written in a ledger or a name.
But
in the warmth of a world, you helped to inflame.
Daily
ledger suggests trades for a wealthy soul
The
Karmic Trade off, Offer a hand instead of a fist.
Exchange Regret
for Forgiveness.
At
the end of the day, do not carry "bad debt" into tomorrow.
Forgive
your mistakes and the slights of others.
Liquidate
your grudges so you can sleep with a heart that is light and solvent. Exchange Hurry
for Presence.
We
often lose our Peace by living in the next hour.
Stop
and "buy" the present moment.
Observe
the light, the breath, or a smile.
This
is the Merchant’s secret; the best goods are always right in front of you. Exchange
your Anxiety for Stillness.
Before
the world asks for your time, sit in the quiet.
Trade
the "to-do" list for a "to-be" list.
By
securing your inner peace first, you ensure you aren't trading from a place of
debt. Exchange Judgment for Curiosity.
When
you meet a difficult person, don’t "buy" their anger.
Instead,
sell them a moment of understanding.
Curiosity
is a low-cost investment that yields the highest dividends of Happiness. Exchange Complaints
for Gratitude.
Complaints
are a "depreciating asset" they lose value the more you use them. Gratitude,
however, is compound interest.
Every
time you acknowledge a blessing, your Joy-account grows automatically. As a
Trader of Peace in a world of noise, Exchanging calm for the hollow toys. Where
others sow discord, you plant the seed, Of quiet grace and the helping deed.
To
increase bliss, you must spend joy first
As
a Merchant of Happiness, your wares are bright, Spreading laughter through the
darkest night. You give away joy, yet your stock only grows, the more you
provide, the more the heart knows. When the sun sets on the path you’ve trod,
Beyond the reach of the earthly facade, you’ll stand in the light of a wealthy
truly buoyant, A Billionaire of Bliss, and a master of Joy.
The
Golden Rule of the Merchant, in this market, you only keep what you give
away. In the Alchemy of Abundance, why gather coins that turn to dust, in
iron safes that succumb to rust?
The
Valuable Sale: Give a smile that won't be missed.
The
Cosmic Profit: A soul that is light and free. Real Wealth: A life
lived in harmony.
As
the restless dance above, so the chaotic interplay below,
The MINDFUL
WIND is rogue with a bitter tongue
Lashing
at spirits, both old and young.
He
tears at the leaves with a jealous hand
A
restless traveler with no homeland
Howling
his malice through the shivering pines
Breaking
the order of the world’s designs.
The INANIMATE
SEA in a turbulent rage
Paces
like a beast in a liquid cage.
She
tosses her mane of white salty foam
Swallowing
the paths that lead us home.
With
a thunderous heart and a crashing beat
She
drafts the shore into a cold retreat.
The THOUGHTFUL
CLOUDS are naughty, drifting in play
To
smudge the gold from the face of the day.
They
mimic the mountains, then melt into grey
Spilling
their secrets in a mist of spray.
They
tease the horizon and hide the sun
Leaving
their shadows to frolic and run.
But
high above the riot and the cry,
Resides
the SOULFUL SKY, the witnessing eye.
A
vast, quiet temple of infinite blue
Where
the light of the stars comes filtering through.
He
holds the chaos in a silent embrace
With
a fathomless peace and a motionless grace.
ROHIT
KHANNA IN-TRUDER
Peace of mind - The Architecture of
the Inner Self
Peace of mind, I have discovered, is
not the absence of conflict but the presence of absolute clarity. Over the last
decade, my mornings have been anchored by Brahma Kumaris. Through meditation
and the Murli lectures, I began to apply the same analytical precision I
learned in my youth to the landscape of the spirit. I found that the sisters at
the center were often surprised by my approach. Where others saw abstract
concepts, I saw systems. I began to translate their spiritual truths into the
language of flow charts and diagrams, mapping out the mechanics of the self.
The Garden of the Soul. I visualized the Soul as a self-sustaining ecosystem
comprised of three distinct components: The Mind (The Soil): The fertile ground
where every thought is planted. The Sanskar’s (The Seeds): Our deep-seated
habits and tendencies. The Intellect (The Gardener): The faculty of discernment
that decides which seeds to water and which to pull. It is the ultimate law of
the harvest: What you sow, so shall you reap. If the gardener is asleep, the
soil becomes overrun with weeds; if the gardener is awake, the harvest is
peaceful.
Possessor and the
Possessions
I
noticed that newcomers and skeptics often struggled with the very existence of
the Soul. They looked for it in the anatomy, but I looked for it in the syntax
of our daily lives. My "nail-in-the-head" argument for the soul took
only a minute: "You say this is your watch. You say this is your iPhone.
You even say this is your body. If all these valuables are your possession,
then who is the Possessor?" In sixty seconds, the realization usually
hits. We are not the machine; we are the operator. We are not the garment; we
are the wearer. This
logic is a masterstroke of clarity. It shifts the perspective from a biological
mystery to a simple matter of ownership. If the body is "mine," then
who is the "I" doing the claiming? While my mother taught me how to
manage the material world, the clothes and the schooling, and my uncle taught
me how to master the physical world, the vice and the file, my time with Brahma
Kumaris gave me the tools to master the internal world. This transition from
the "generous margins" of my sister's skirt to the "margins of
the soul" creates a very cohesive life story. I am showing a lifelong
journey of looking beneath the surface, whether it's a hemline, a metal vice,
or the human body, to find the hidden truth.
The Geometry of the Divine
A striking
visual metaphor. The Circle represents the ultimate symmetry and perfection, no
beginning, no end, and no distortion. In contrast, the Tear Drop perfectly
captures the gravity of the human condition; we are pulled downward by the
"weight" of our baggage, losing our true shape under the pressure of
the world. I took a complex theological concept and turned it into a
high-impact engineering blueprint for the soul. My most significant
contribution to the center’s visual teachings was a diagram that distilled the
difference between the Divine and the Human. I realized that if I could map our
spiritual state, the path to purification would become self-evident. The
Supreme Soul (The Circle): I depicted God as a perfect Circle. In geometry, a
circle is the most efficient shape, representing absolute purity, constant
stability, and a soul that is never "weighted" or distorted by the
physical world. The Human Soul (The Tear Drop): I drew us, the seekers, as tear
drops. The shape itself tells the story: we are pulled out of our natural,
circular state by the gravity of our vices, fears, and "stone-dull"
intellects. We are heavy, sagging under the weight of negativity, always being
pulled toward the earth. I explained to the newcomers that the journey of Gyan
is the process of shedding that weight, evaporating the impurities, until the
tear drop regains its lightness and returns to the perfection of the Circle.
This chart resonated so deeply with the sisters and the students that it was
laminated for posterity, becoming a permanent fixture of the center’s teaching
toolkit. It was my way of filing the metal of the spirit until it reached a
fine, flat finish.
REFLECTIONS ON A
WELL-TRAVELED JOURNEY
As I look back on the path detailed in these
pages, I am struck by one prevailing theme: resilience. Life has a way of moving in
cycles. We saw companies rise and merge, we watched as our children moved away
to find themselves and then returned to their roots, and we felt the
bittersweet transition of saying goodbye to the generation before us. Through it
all, the principles of the mind and body have not just been words I wrote, but
the very way I have lived.
To my children: You were the motivation for every struggle and the
highlight of every success. As I sit in our home in Halifax, the walls fresh
with new paint and the shelves filled with memories, I realize that an
autobiography is never truly finished. It is simply a collection of moments
that prepare us for the next day. I hope that by sharing my story, you see that
change is not something to be feared, but a renovation of the soul. The journey continues, and
I face the future with a heart full of gratitude and a mind still eager to
learn.
I remember sitting in perhaps a quiet office, a
park bench, or a hospital room during the height of the Summit period, looking
at my hands and realizing that I no longer recognized the person I had been
just ten years prior. The certainty of my youth had been replaced by something
much more fragile, but also much more resilient. We often spend our lives trying to build fortress-collecting
titles, gathering security, and mapping out a perfect future. But the real
story isn't found in the blueprints. The real story is found in the moments
when the fortress crumbled, and I had to decide what was worth saving from the
ruins. I have
been a student of my own mistakes, a survivor of my own ambitions, and a
witness to the strange, beautiful way that the smallest decisions can ripple
across a lifetime. In these
pages, I’m not just sharing a timeline of events. I’m sharing the
"why" behind the "what." I’m pulling back the curtain on
the moments of silence, the bursts of noise, and the long, slow climb toward
the person I am today. If you
are currently in the middle of your own "Ascent," or perhaps standing
in the heat of your own "Crucible," I hope these words serve as a
reminder: the horizon is further than you think, and the roots you are planting
today are stronger than you know. Let’s begin at the start, before the noise begins.
Author’s Final Mantra
To Riya, Victoria & all those who read these
words: Remember that your life is a manifestation of your thoughts. Stay young
in heart and body, treat your "humanity" as your greatest asset, and
never fear a change in direction. Every "Slow Motion" step is part of
a much larger, divine dance.
That is a profound and powerful "Industrial Engineer’s"
logic applied to the human soul. It perfectly bridges the gap between the
emotional world and the physical world, the "Magic of the Mind" and
the "Miracle of the Body." I am giving my readers & grandchildren the ultimate warning
and solution. It explains why my "ICU therapy" and breathing
techniques were so vital: I was fixing the "Broken" parts before they
could become "Damaged" parts. Because a medical doctor can repair a DAMAGED heart, but not a
BROKEN heart. However, if you live long enough with a broken heart, you will
end up with a damaged heart, go figure. This is the core of my philosophy. My work, whether through my ten
books or my blog, is dedicated to helping people heal the "Broken"
before it becomes the "Damaged." It is the ultimate preventative
maintenance for the human spirit. If we manage our emotional blockages, our
physical structures will follow.
About the Author
Rohit
Khanna is an Industrial Engineer by training and a legacy-builder by nature.
With a career rooted in the precision and structural integrity of major
industrial hubs, he has spent a lifetime applying the principles of
mathematical balance not only to machines and systems but to the more complex
architecture of family and fate. Born into a lineage of innovators and
warriors, he witnessed firsthand the transformation of the Indian industrial
landscape before migrating to Canada. In Halifax, he and his wife, Rekha,
established a "hub for the clan," successfully helping six families
navigate the challenges of migration and settlement. His life is a testament to
the power of deep, actionable knowledge that allows an individual to pivot
through tragedy, engineer success across borders, and maintain a spiritual
equilibrium in a fast-changing world. When he isn’t documenting the lively
achievements of his family or "talking shop" about operational
efficiency with the next generation of entrepreneurs, he is a dedicated
observer of the spiritual connections that bind us through lifetimes. He lives
by the philosophy that while knowledge is a tool, its application is what
creates a masterpiece.
Unique Signature
I
have lived my life like a scale model, studying every contour before laying the
foundation. I have turned coal into steel, dirt into sales, and a rented
apartment into a penthouse. I am a Production Engineer by Trade, but an
Engineer of Destiny by choice.
My signature - Before Gyan Insane, After Gyan IN-SANE.
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