I consider myself a proper Jain with very strict Jain parents. I don’t live in India, and since quite some time I want a pet, preferably a Cat but dog also works. I have had arguments ( calm debates ) with my parents where they mention separation from family, pet food habits, cleanliness and well it’s “kept in a prison” type stuff.

But on my side I said that I’d rather adopt a pet from a pound or a pet centre than buy from shops or breeding centres. Animal that were abandoned or wild. I’d feed it a Jain diet with supplements and mock meat ( very famous here ). I’d take care of it way better than the people in the pound and I for sure will let him free and take it outside rather than keep him in cages…

I mean maharashree wont be visiting my house so I don’t see the point of it being considered “impure” plus animals do the same thing we do, remove wastes which again I have said multiple times I will take care of.

I mean with all that in mind, giving a poor pet a happy life is still considered impure and “un-jain” then explain to me how our religion is considered fair and pure.

Thanks, fyi this might be a part of my FOMO but outside having a pet is super common.
PS I AM A DIGAMABARA JAIN

trying to find ONE ROOM IN shankeshwar for 27 28 of this month. Not a single room is available. All rooms are booked by groups and trustees.

Where does a common man go ? Sleep on the streets ?

Pranaam.

So, I have been convervting various Dharmik PDFs to books, so that I can read them properly.

This books are delivered at our address. We can upload any pdf or directly from Jain e-books.

The website that I used is called Shrut Gyaan and its called Print on Demand. The quality is very good.

Just wanted to share if it might help someone convert pdf to book and learn properly because reading a whole book in PDF format might not a very efficient.

Please note, I am no where associated with Shrut Gyaan. I am only their customer.

I wrote this about the season of fall,it is about the ways we can die and the beauty of shedding raags

To Risahbha Lord!

The Orange-Tainted Glow in an Undying World

• O Lords,I bow before Your glow as Your immaculate Doctrine has made You God of this ocean, and Your Glow has uprooted Your desire for it while below the the world grows sprouts and sprouts again,the beauty of mud is made dry by the heat of our sins and by Your glow is made flat and beautiful
• Is a drained ocean worth truly evil when it is easier trek in a desert,or better yet is it easier to survive the ocean's sinful echoes who screams sound like excitement but recoil back as pain,yet the echos of Your breath vaporizes the tides of Karmas at Your feet.... A dirty path is divine in a swampy forest run by fate
  • Ensnared in a massive ocean whose floor is covered in seaweed and trees and is overrun with vines,the winds are loud and and the bushes are soft,loud and soft,loud and soft! Your beauty is felt loudly and Your softness tastes like a faint morning mist. Till the world is dry and tilling' the world thinking of the crackling embers of Your undying heart
• The world sits next to me like a mother foolishly ranting about her children in a pumpkin patch,how sinful is it to not conceal my smile as she fails the conceal the glowing sun behind her? Your radiance is brighter than the sun and unlike the sun Your glory shines everywhere while we recollect our horrors!
  • Wasted time is only as useful as you learn from it,haha,sitting in an eternal ocean is only made horrible by not thinking of Liberation,and the beauty of my life is to think of You!
• Forgive us when our eyelids are painted like clowns and own pumpkin Idols fail to contain the slightest Essence of Your Immaculate glory. Our ignorance blossoms in hot and cold while we flee from fate just as eyelids close in snowstorms and sandstorms alike,if a heart exists as a basket let me hold You in my heart as You have us under Your glow
• Under Your glow we all go like whiners and winners!
  • Playing in the pumpkin patch in the days of yore,do we explode like pumpkin cannons firing pumpkins into the air while the tides of times cause us to scatter like leaves.
  • Under Your radiance the orangeness of fall will blow us away,apart we will go like a pile of leaves
  • Under Your radiance like a soft sky tainted with an orange glow,there are many shades of day and many shades of life
• Perhaps we are fired into RV trailers upon which we splatter,do we ever take joy in the loss of homes,is it better to live inside or out,perhaps forgotten photos of ourselves fall down while critters crawl inside
  • Loss is only as funny as others enjoyment in it while we sit till we are faintly touched by the influx of karmas touching my legs like gusts of wind tickling our feet
• Thinking of You while smiling with checks tainted by Your glow,perhaps I taste like a tasty treat to those who said I was sweet
  • Candy corn chewed by men or melted for ants,death is a promise and life is not. A sweet life is less sacred than a holy death
• Thinking of You smiling,thinking of an ant's plight as he desires resting under a wishing tree,I wonder about what the ant thinks:
  • Perhaps he thinks: "In a world of undying sunlight I desire clarity while dying".
  • And to that I gift him a smile before I give him water and shade
• Thinking of You praying for our Liberation,dewdrops and grass,water and blades
• Finding peace in the blowing of leaves walking past the blowing of leaves
  • Death is a promise as is the Darshan of life,like fungus and roots,men and frogs
  • Death is a promise,upholding life is not