The lonely flight

As I stared at the near blank sky yesterday night, I remembered the lesson ‘Migration of birds’ during my school years. That was long ago yet I remember vividly how I used to wonder their caliber to sustain the long flight across the deep oceans without an iota of fear.

Now I understand more clearly how it is to be all alone in the long flight. Even when you are with your flock of family & friends, you are always different and alone because each one is sitting inside his/her globe of priorities, interests and tastes and get driven unconsciously. The group of tiny Salmons may appear to display their most amazing skills to the human eyes during their long distance migration in search of fresh water but the underlying fact is that every Salmon has to make such death defying efforts to sustain and live.

I went back to bed with a smile – During this year, I had also laughed at the compliments for my good looks in spite of those fast multiplying grey hair on the head(:P), worried at my forgetfulness to wish 'Happy Birthday' over phone when I called the birthday boy from the shop especially to find out the right gift.... and a young heart to wonder at the many expressions of eyes....

However, I only wish the glowing inner cinders have the ability to cross the borders of genders and touch at least one heart to fly high.

I stand before you

Today I stand before you

…just as I did many years ago as a young school girl.

…just as I stand every single day.

…to look in awe at your blinding light and love.

…with a gentle persuasion and folded hands to accept me as I am.

…to listen to your special sermon for me.

…to whisper that I have not grown much in all these years.

…to learn how you forgive those who turn you into a commodity.



…to make you listen to my prayer of heart which cannot be found in any book.

…to thank you for all that you’ve given me.

…with a request to hold my hands in all my lifetimes.

…shedding tears realising how you have never judged me.

…in anticipation to understand your universal love at least one day.

…to let you know how much I love you.

…to take your blessings to listen to Silence.

…just to say that I am ever ready for your call.


MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Footprints

Do I really need to write this blog? I don’t know. Yet I write this.

Well, what all I wanted to write about by the way? So many. However, certain things are better not to be converted in to words, for they lose their original flavor. And I have many such. So, all I wish to say here is…

There are footprints of innumerable types everywhere – many new, some old, a few ancient, and a few more in the history books. Some are manipulated, some are entirely lost, some are misunderstood and some are not seen though found. Some are glorified, some are blacklisted, some are renewed and some are treated as if they never existed.

2010 is one such footprint. It may fall into any of the categories mentioned above in the big arms of Time & Man.

Personally for me, many doorways opened this year in an effort to make me understand what is Life & Death with a clear insight that I would be quietly swiped by Time one day without the notice of the world, leaving no external footprints.

And I am happy to be so. Because I care to preserve those footprints in my heart which are sacred and divine while I live in NOW.

Mother, Welcome!

We have an assignment for tomorrow's chyk class either on 'Mother' or 'Navaratri'. I wrote the following as my contribution. Honestly, it's written with 'Father' in mind though.

Here's the poem 'Mother, Welcome!'

There are secrets between you and me
Which you and I know….

In the interesting concept of space
Along with the unbending routes of time
You encouraged me to explore Life

In the combinations of myriad of colours
Along with the sounds to jabber
You ladled my mood swings to grow

The world in different conundrums
Zoomed in front of my being
And I was in the grip of emotional myopia

While I waited for my lost mother
To forgive me for the acts that deserved one
You hugged me in my dreams with love

In the silent chambers of inner space
I remembered the roles you’ve donned
To teach me the gospels of truth

The new chapters of Life opened all too sudden
To experience your divine love
In every colour and sound that touched me

Now....
Every day is blessed and beautiful
For I come to you running
To talk while you listen in patience

There will surely come a time
When you walk towards me to talk
While I abide in silence

I shall wait for that moment
To break my silence with
‘Divine Mother, Welcome!’

Yes, I remember now….
It was your extraordinary radiance
Against the silhouettes of space-time
That first captivated my innocent baby eyes

Indeed, there can be no secrets between you and me
Which you and I know….

Dreamy reality

My little hands cannot embrace the sky
Tear droplets cannot reflect the sight
Stay would I in the chamber of soul
And dream in my terms with eyes closed
Am a nobody’s bind nor mind I know
Here stops the tear with a smile to follow

Bid Adieu

She was matured as well as innocent, intelligent as well as beautiful, religious and also trendy, old in the body and young at heart.

As I rushed to the hospital in the morning of 30th June, I was shattered to see her round, exuberant face reduced to a thin skeletal structure. I remembered my shock when I first saw my thin father in his death bed 13 years ago. The thought was involuntary and highly coincidental. Was that a premonition?

She welcomed me with a faint smile from her ICU bed.

On the next day morning i.e. 1st July, my brother told me to take her blessings as she might not remember my birthday. It is quite natural for anyone to lose track of the day, date and time when one is bedridden but not my Mother. The moment I held her hand, she opened her tired eyes and gave her right hand to me as her wish and blessing. I was touched and deeply moved. Such love is possible only by a Mother.

This was not the first time that she was playing with life and death. But she could not win over death beyond 5th July.

Moreover, this was the time I had experienced and witnessed closely how one can extend their hands unconditionally at times of crisis in spite of their painful limitations. It is impossible to return our gratitude to such fine souls. Also, I am greatly indebted to all those lovely people who expressed their deep condolences by personal visits, phone calls and mails.

Ironically, I also happened to be at the receiving end of highly insensitive attitude. It should be my fault to expect some courtesy, diplomacy and respect in their expressions. What more can I say than ‘Father, forgive them for they know not what they do.’ With this understanding, I stay disconnected from such expressions.

My routine is back with the usual smile and laughter. I don’t sit and cry for the loss because I know that the karmic tie is severed for the good of her soul. I also don’t need anybody’s time or efforts to cheer me up as I am quite balanced in spite of the memories that turn my eyes moist, thanks to the knowledge of the Rishis because it is in solitude and silence that I derive maximum inner strength. Thankfully I am IN peace with the truth.

I have bid both parents my beloved adieu with a heavy heart to the cycle of Time at different periods. But I have my Spiritual Father who is with me in every step. I am thankful to the stars for shining their grace on me!!!

And hence there is no bidding adieu to the role of a daughter in this life or in future lives....

Who is Ravan?

Watched ‘Ravanan’ (Tamil version) yesterday night.

What went wrong, I don’t know. I don't want to know also. The lead cast is envious, the director is a class apart, the locales are stunningly beautiful, the cinematography breathtaking, lots of advertisement & promotion at the national and international levels….. in spite of all these and the mind blowing efforts of the entire team, the film didn’t touch me at all. I salute the team for their efforts however, for the movie is filmed in water and only water, though the epic is twisted to the core.

The theatre jeered during the scenes of R which I didn’t like a bit. I felt an acute pain in my heart for her sake. It dawned on me suddenly that the whole world might react in the same way and that pained me more.

Everyone deserves a life of self esteem, respect & choice and we have no right to hurt anyone through words, gestures, thoughts or in any other way. We easily forget that Ram will never do such a jeering act any day. I am sure these stone throwers are not Ramas in any standard. Such perversion is unbearable as my sensitivity doesn’t allow me to tolerate these days.

I did not wish to be a part of such an indecent crowd and irreversible act of subtle barbarism. I sincerely prayed for her peace and that’s what I could do at the best.

There's a silver lining of course during those couple of hours in the theatre -

The stranger girl of around 2 years old who I happened to see holding her father's hand going to the rest room during intermission reciprocated my smile so wholeheartedly that I was touched by her innocence. The typical Tamil girl with plaited pony tails looked like an angel of great beauty and full of light even to my dull eyes. I don't know who that girl is and may not recognise also next time but pray she grows up into a fine woman retaining the same innocent smile throughout.

May Love and Light fill everyone’s life!

An insight free flowing...

No relationship is permanent. No person can give that eternal everlasting happiness. Nobody can understand your mind or heart. Nobody can make you understand yourself better. None can find time for you when you need them the most as there’s a price tag for everything.

You will be respected and worshipped at one moment and portrayed as a monster at another. Your love will be tossed and manipulated. Your innocence will be (mis)used. You will be made voiceless and veinless. You will always be surrounded by judgements and politics. Your self pity would be aggrandized by your bleeding woes. You appear as an utter failure, as a walking skeleton.

Most importantly, you forget to realize that you are capable of inflicting the above on others and eternally shuttle between hatred and love.

These are the curses of relationships because these were your choices. In fact, these are just some of the pointers of the unseen laws that could be found in the life book of every bound soul in these changing times. It makes no difference whether you are a sannyasi or a householder externally. You got to go through all these and more.

Move out mentally from everything, everybody - the sooner the better. Don’t attach yourself to the limitations. Give a pause to every emotion as a mark of respect to act it out but never rub them on others. Laugh and cry when you wish to. Discard anger and hatred. The more candid you are to your self, the better. Don’t be a hypocrite to impress yourself that you are of strong made. Remember that everything in this Universe crumbles at one point or other. You are no exception unless you are born enlightened. Assume yourself as a small baby in the arms of the Whole. Your intelligence is not even a dot in the Greater Intelligence. Remember this and be humble.

Slowly break free of the bondages mentally. Become a rebel at heart. Seek the solitude in the midst of chaos. See the grandeur and harmony around you in nature. Learn to see only the essence in beings. Respect your self, life, words, commitments, duties and responsibilities as opportunities given especially for you to grow.

Thank every soul that gives you pain because you are learning life's lessons very fast not in linear fashion but in geometrical proportion. At the same time, never allow anyone to take you for granted. You don't need to outsmart anybody but just be alert.

There’s greater peace in seeing and seeking this perspective even when you don’t understand anything. It is not easy. It is not impossible too.

You are not alone. There’s an ever smiling and shining face in you that is your eternal companion. Think and act as if you are divine. You will become one slowly. In the process you may be reminded of your (in)glorious past by others to pull you down. Don’t pay attention. Ignore. Past is dust. Just move on…. Just revel in love.

Because love is the only way - the way of the Christ, Krishna, Allah and all faiths. There’s no other way that can liberate you. There’s no other way that can lead you to your original nature.

There's only one mantra in this magnificent cosmos that is reverberating eternally for your sake to listen. There's only one affirmation taught by the teachers from time immemorial.

Yes. That is "Love is our nature."

Are your bags ready?

One more Akshaya Tritiya is back (May 16) and many more pamphlets, innovative advertisements and attractive offers too are back. One can witness mad rush at gold and silver shops on that day. Many ‘ordered’ bags are getting ready at the shops to be delivered to the customers on that day.

In these times of global economic crisis, my husband jovially remarked once that I am never a good strategic planner as I don’t even have the inclination to buy gold in terms of assets and that we could have been millionaires if only I had the gold madness a bit like others. I have madness on other subjects but not on gold, much to his misfortune. Thankfully he is also not an avid investor. :D

Seriously speaking, the original meaning of the day seems to be completely lost in today’s world where trade and commerce are exercised even in relationships. The Golden Day is converted into Gold day to suit our convenience and selfishness. God would surely laugh at His children’s nonsensical pranks. But let us also remember that He is capable of raising His voice a bit any time like a concerned parent and the result might end up like the one in the film ‘2012’.

Whether one accepts ‘2012’ as a fact or fiction, I could well agree to one fact that such things have happened in the past. The disintegration of Pangaea to the present state of Gaia is explained only in this way.

Talking of the film, there is nothing scary about it though. In fact I was overawed by the graphics wherein the power of nature especially water could completely submerge the entire California state to start with, in a few minutes. There was one moment that touched me deeply and that was the US President’s decision to stay back.

Thanks to Atul’s pestering, I enjoyed watching the fantasy movie ‘Percy Jackson and the lightning thief’. This is a film for teenagers. Here, the main protagonist is a young son of Water God of Greece and in the climax, it is the water that comes to the rescue of the boy. Actually, more than anything else, the power of water is what is overwhelming me these days.

My sixth sense is warning me, ‘Beware! This Power of Water is in abundance on earth. Are your bags ready?’

At least from this Akshaya Tritiya onwards, if only we collectively change every selfish act into a selfless one, we would never face another disintegration or dislocation of land and water.

Can I be strict?

Today morning I proved myself that I too can be strict (only a bit) when the situation demands. You may wonder who were at the receiving end of my free flowing surgical words for more than 5 minutes. :)

Do not assume that I gave my peace of mind to them. I don’t do such things. But I really wished I could give some peace into those teenage minds.

Well, all those youngsters who got it from me royally learnt very important lessons of life –

• Respect your commitment
• Respect your own words
• Respect others’ time

They all know now that I who pamper them at all times can be strict as well at times. They cannot get away with irregularities and insincerity with me for long though they wouldn't have meant it. :)

I think they may not need another dose for some time. Maybe I should not reawaken them again on the above lines. :)

A blog awaits on teenage minds for a long time. Hope I would find time soon. :D :D

Have I grown up?

It’s been a while since I have updated the blog.

Let me see where all my mind travels in these few minutes...

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Atul has moved on to 9th standard this April 6. It is amusing to see him work hard for hours together on some days, all thanks to Kapil Sibal who has brought in radical changes in CBSE exam patterns. It is also amusing to realize that I have become a mother of a big boy all too sudden and this is definitely not comforting, for I am a person who is always young at heart. :D

Jokes apart, I got to catch up with him on so many issues, mood swings and matters of his interest every day. Today he came back from school like a storm after a long hard day, explained to me about the heavy workload that awaited him and then started narrating the story of Percy Jackson in all his innocence. He is cornering me to watch the movie first with him and then to read the book later. I am updated with the outline of the story already. He has assured me that the story revolves around Greek mythology and I can learn a lot from the book.

Well, well, gone are the days when I used to keep telling him to read this and that. Now it is his turn.

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When I am alone, I am alone. No music, no unnecessary phone calls or chats. I do my (home)work quietly.

Apart from that, I read a lot – books, physical and online. I don’t know how my life would be without reading materials. I cannot imagine one. I wouldn’t die but would surely die out of boredom. :)

Earlier I used to write serious stuff but now only casual blogs like this.

* * * * *

Today I landed up reading a few of my old poems and articles while I was searching for something else. Honestly I was astonished by my erstwhile works – simple yet profound. How did I manage to think so?

Just then, a provoking thought peeked in to restart my venture again. Well, I am neither interested nor enough time at present.

* * * * *

During my evening walk today, I happened to watch a few sparrows tweeting and flying restlessly. I was bowled over by their sweetness. I also wondered about the taste of God in creating such a beautiful and tender creature. Will these beings ever know that I adore them so much from a distance?

How much time, energy, efforts and space would be required for man to re-create such a loveable being that could fly, walk, tweet, eat, see, hear etc with soft features & feathers?

I am happy to realise that I have not grown up as my feelings towards sparrows are just the same as in my childhood.

Once again, I marvel at God’s creation. I am moved and touched....

Beauty of Earth

Yesterday night watched ‘Samaia’ (Georgian dance), the culmination of The Spring of Culture 2010. The music was catchy, costumes bright, women dancers were elegant and of grace, men full of vigour with blinding swiftness, lighting dreamy, wonderful choreography – a feast to all the senses I can say. In total, the program was magical and spectacular.

As I walked out of the Cultural Hall, I realized one more time how beautiful this earth is with so many diverse cultures. I thanked God for giving me an opportunity to enjoy these art forms.

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Tomorrow is Good Friday and this coming Sunday is Easter Sunday. My house help, ‘L’ is a (converted) Christian. Normally she does her work quietly. Yesterday I dragged her into the conversation, the crux of which is given below.

P : Are you planning to come for work on Easter Sunday?

L : Oh yes, Madamji. I will surely come. (Her face was one of quizzical look as to why this should be a reason for not to come)

P : How do you intend to celebrate Easter?

L : Nothing special, Madamji. I will go to Church on Friday. That’s all.

P : Are you still praying the way I told you?

(I had shown her the light channeling technique and the world’s urgent need to spread peace, light and love. I also narrated to her in brief that Light and her Jesus are one and the same. It was two months ago.)

L : Yes, Madamji. Everyday I am doing without fail. But I get time only at 11 or 11:30 in the night. Is it ok for God, Madamji?

I was very much touched by her innocence and commitment. I told her that there is no special time for prayer because all time is His time, upon hearing which she became happy.

I have told a lot of people about light channeling but many don’t take it seriously. I don’t blame them at all for there are many factors, which I am fully aware of.

But here’s one who is doing it diligently just because I’ve told her to do. In spite of her non-stop work the whole day, this poor lady is committed to her words with no tinge of selfishness. Very rare to see such a person.

God bless her! According to me, she is a great beauty walking on this earth.

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Each one has some psychological sadness to cope with. When I look around, I feel so helpless. At the maximum, I can give a comforting hug or a few comforting words or become a patient listener which is very much needed at that time.

Behind the beauty and laughter, I see sadness and sarcasm. I sometimes wonder if there is any love at all in our hearts.

However, New Earth doesn’t wait for anyone. It is we who have to ascend with Love at the earliest to catch up with her beauty.

But when do we realise this?

Soulful touch

There was a thud in the heart when my friend called me two days back if I were interested in the program of ‘Chinese Disabled People’s Performing Art Troupe’ because there was a wish in the far end of my being to watch it live if given a chance. So, when the opportunity knocks at your door, only a fool would kick it aside. I was not one at least in this one. The program was on 6th March at 8 p.m. and so I geared myself up to watch. And it is called 'MY DREAM'.

Yesterday evening rushed to the Cultural Hall and waited in the queue. We also happened to speak to a couple of Chinese men standing behind us whose faces were glowing with pride when we managed to strike a conversation. I can see patriotism behind those gleeful expressions and it is quite natural for anyone to feel so.

We were inside the Hall well in advance. It was already full with Bahrainis, Chinese, Indians and many other nationalities. I was watching with a chuckle the young Bahraini girls sitting beside me on the steps texting seriously and sincerely non-stop.

The program began. The next two hours were spellbinding. The M.C., dancers, singers, musicians, instrumentalists and all other artists were physically disabled. The hearing impaired danced in groups those unimaginable feats in perfect synchronization. The visually impaired musicians and singers were deeply sensitive to music which is the connecting bond for their complete harmony. While the dancers cannot hear the thundering applause, the musicians cannot see the standing ovation they received. Their resistance to give up life was evident from their passionate display of colourful presentation of Truth, Love and Peace.

The Thousand Hands of Bodhisattva, The Soul of a Peacock, Butterly Lovers, Spring of Joy, Green Seedlings, Yellow Earth, The Code of Life, We are the world are quite a few to name them. 'Spring of Joy' was performed by visually impaired artists.

I can feel their bodies pulsating with rhythm in their soundless world. I can see the beauty and light enjoyed by the blessed few behind darkness. I fully agree…

“…the Performing Troupe bears the dreams of people with disabilities and creates a special art which delights audiences, purifies the soul with Truth, Honesty and Virtue, encourage people by strong will, and delivers friendship with sincerity.”


Please visit http://www.mydream.org.cn for more details about the inside story behind the mammoth presentation.

Any number of words that I use to describe their performances would be inadequate. First time I realised the limitedness of words. I also realized that each soul is always brimming with dance and music to celebrate life with maximum colours, whatever be its limitations.

The show was one of spiritual more than arts. I can sense this at least intuitively.

My eyes were full of tears as God has taught me one more time how to celebrate life with a smile on the lips and dream big.

Do I have big dreams?

Of course, yes.

Decision

During our visit to Egypt, there were many moments that took me to a state of silence. There were also a few that melted my heart beyond explanation. One such was our night visit to Luxor temple as if I had been there before and the time gap of those thousands of years had vanished only to come back home. The other one was the ‘The Valley of the Kings’. This place would surely appear more mysterious, mystical and grand under the canopy of moonlit sky and blinking stars.

By the way, the tomb of Ramses III over there is one of the largest and grandest tombs excavated so far with so many steps to climb down with its walls depicting Egyptian worship throughout. If you have leg or heart problems, it is advisable not to venture out into this tomb. What touched me so deeply was the determination of an old Western lady. In spite of her fractured leg, accompanied by her companion, she began to climb down the long winding steps with her crutches ON. For her age and physical condition, nobody would even think of attempting it. I was speechless looking at her as I know how painful it is to walk with crutches, leave alone climbing up or down the stairs.

I remembered my India trip during last March with my broken foot. Then I realized that the difficulty lies in taking such a daring decision and not the actual execution. The conviction in our decision would give necessary strength and determination.

This blog is not to glorify my fall or celebrate its anniversary but only to celebrate my understanding of life, identification of attitudes and acceptance of situations and people with love. This was possible because of my decision to choose Light as my only companion.

I am glad about this decision. I am doubly glad to share it here.

My world my hands

In this wide world of

violence
corruption
competition
war
manipulation
selfishness
fake love




this beautiful small world too exists.

World is only in our hands.

Metaphorically speaking, I personally wish to be one of these little puppies. :D

Space shows

Yesterday was the inaugural day of Bahrain’s International Airshow at Sakhir Airbase, thus opening up one more business venture in the country. (For a change, I want to see only the entertaining part and reserve my comments on those fighter planes. :D)

I was thrilled like a child throughout whereas my son behaved like a composed adult, warning me every now and then to remain quiet. Hehe…

After swimming through the afternoon traffic for nearly 2 hours, we (Atul and I along with our friend’s family as B was already there on duty) reached the destination.

I have seen many such airshows on TV but watching them in real is something different. I felt giddy when the pilots performed rare feats and sharp crossing over each other. Parachute jumping was simply amazing. The airshow culminated with Saudi Hawks’ performance which was undoubtedly astounding. They even drew a heart with an arrow so perfectly.

Taking pictures was difficult as they were all superfast and our camera is not that smart. However managed to take a few shots.



Whether such costly business initiatives of the country would be successful or not, I am glad that I could watch the program live. Because anything related to Space has an aura of beauty and charm and of course requires extra alertness.

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I read in the online newspaper a few days back that Neptune and Uranus have large deposits of diamond liquids.

Diamond liquids??? I became curious…

At very high temperature and pressure, diamonds can become diamond liquids instead of turning into graphite. Do find out on your own how the scientists proved such an interesting phenomenon.

Space is always fascinating as we gain new insights quickly. Who would have thought that such things do exist in Neptune and Uranus.

Now, the greedy inhabitants of our planet cannot rush to Neptune and Uranus in the next available space shuttle to fill their vessels simply because the atmospheric pressure and temperature prevalent over there are very high. :)

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Space shows with the substratum of Consciousness are going on non-stop in the cosmos. Human-designed airshows are a part of space shows.

I am really happy to be alive to enjoy the space shows as a witness and participant.

Addictions

Facebook is becoming a virtual farmland…. a real menace day by day. The funniest part is that you will receive as many friend requests as possible from just one person to satiate his/her addiction to Farmville.

When I don’t even play that game, what will I do with all those gifts and requests accumulated in one corner of my account? Frankly speaking, with no offence meant, I have no playtime for Farmville in my life, for I have more serious things to do.

Two days back, my friend called me in the evening especially to ask if she needed to accept one friend request in FB. The irony is that she had accepted before a couple of requests after seeing them in my list of friends. I told her to employ her intuition and ruthlessly ignore any such requests if she doesn’t know them. What more can I say?

I pity you, for you are blind to the ways that can serve the world. However, if you have time, you may play in your space. But please do not embarrass others.

Now the punch line is - I am well familiar with virtual world; yet real world takes precedence always.

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As I watched the twilight sky today, I was overwhelmed by the splash of colours being displayed richly. It’s a real treat to the eyes – those broad crimson shades in small stripes of blue. I have to thank God for giving me these eyes, lest I would never have known the beauty of the sunset.

I remember marvelling at the sky at around the same time yesterday too. The designs, patterns, choice of colours and visual display are never repeated even if you sit daily.

I pity… I repeat again… I pity those who have no heart or time to enjoy such wonders. Your money or possessions cannot give you such joy or bring back innocence. In fact, it will cripple you as a cunning, cruel, crooked and selfish personality who everybody abhor to move with. You are most pitiably bound by your own self.

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I have got the book ‘A New Earth’ by Eckhart Tolle in my hands around 10 days back. Can you believe if I say that I have no time to even peep into it? Well, I have no complaints though. I shall read it at my leisure for it is all mine.

Last Sunday, I started reading Agatha Christie’s book “Hercule Poirot’s Christmas” with reluctance as my son was literally behind me for the past one month. It was a welcome change for me and I thanked him as well.

Pity many do not enjoy book reading. Mainly you disturb none in this pastime.

Welcome 2010

I am extremely glad to record once again that the year 2009 had been a great blessing for me personally, what with a perfect finish by a visit to Egypt between 24/12/2009 and 01/01/2010, as a part of 20-member group.

Egypt, the land of pharaohs, pyramids & sphinx as the world know it to be, has a mystic aura just like India. The best part of the tour is the cruising of 4 days on River Nile. Though I enjoyed every place of tourist attraction that we had opted for, I became speechless upon seeing the Luxor and Karnak temples, especially those tall columns and statues of Ramses II in Luxor temple under the night light.

The travel guide, Mr. Nabil was the best that we had got to fall in love with the land. His degree in Egyptology, good communication skills, wide knowledge and passion for his profession are again a blessing for one-time tourists like us. Wish there are travel guides like him in India too.

The voice of the desert is mesmerizing and the song of the Nile is sweet. The one-week vacation has filled my heart with more peace and love. I was jokingly recommending my friends that we must go to Greece as well, which again has a rich history and culture. :)

Realising that I have NO time for fakes, the ‘unwanted’ is being weeded out very slowly from my life (on its own) as I voluntarily move towards Light. May God bless all hearts with peace and love!

My salutations to 2009 and humble welcome to 2010 !