Changes, situations, persons, meets, opportunities, struggles – they came in multitude to face. Most of the times, the Universe took charge of my life and placed me in the coziness of acceptance & love.
A lot I have written here during this year. And I meant them truly at that point of time. In this difficult process of learning and unlearning, if I’ve hurt anyone, I’m sorry. If I’ve made anyone happy by chance, consider it as a miracle. :)
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year 2012!
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Saturday, November 05, 2011
Power of Silence
No matter where I live, my life revolves around only one point – to silently carry Light wherever I can and howmuchever I can.
Yet this Bahrain visit has brought in some sort of vacation from my never ending schedules of responsibilities and duties. Of course, I have had a share of struggle here too with the electric stove which takes its own sweet time to heat up and all too sudden in a burning hot state. It’s a great orientation experience after all these years of cooking in LPG. :)
Seriously speaking, it’s a rare privilege to watch Sun rising in the East every morning. And I was also given unexpected opportunities to meet some wonderful people who volunteered to listen to me with an open mind and get touched by Light.
It’s always overwhelming to see people of all religions and age groups sitting alongside in meditative posture whether it is in 10s or 100s or 1000s to do Light Channeling.
There are no rules & regulations for Love, isn't it?
And with moist eyes due to this Power of Silence, I shall be returning to Chennai tomorrow night.
Yet this Bahrain visit has brought in some sort of vacation from my never ending schedules of responsibilities and duties. Of course, I have had a share of struggle here too with the electric stove which takes its own sweet time to heat up and all too sudden in a burning hot state. It’s a great orientation experience after all these years of cooking in LPG. :)
Seriously speaking, it’s a rare privilege to watch Sun rising in the East every morning. And I was also given unexpected opportunities to meet some wonderful people who volunteered to listen to me with an open mind and get touched by Light.
It’s always overwhelming to see people of all religions and age groups sitting alongside in meditative posture whether it is in 10s or 100s or 1000s to do Light Channeling.
There are no rules & regulations for Love, isn't it?
And with moist eyes due to this Power of Silence, I shall be returning to Chennai tomorrow night.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Your response is your choice
Reading my last blog, one may wonder if I have any malice towards the other gender. Well, it’s not. In fact, Universe has been extremely kind to me to have met and moved with some of the finest men, starting from my late biological Father. Even after 14 years, I still cannot forget his silence and resilience during his last days of illness before death.
While the author’s first book ‘The Kite Runner’ talks about two men, his second book ‘A Thousand Splendid Suns’ is about two women. Both books deal with violence on ordinary people’s lives, which are unseen and unheard of in our democratic world. So, I have equal feeling towards men too.
One thing I am very clear about – the reason for human suffering maybe due to karmas but I have no right to pinpoint this reason towards anyone, for every stone thrower must remember the stones ready to be pelted on him/her.
Neale Donald Walsch has beautifully illustrated the concept of duality in his work ‘The Little Soul and God’. In fact, his most famous three-part work “Conversations with God” will give a different yet clear perspective about life. I wish everyone read them with an open mind.
May knowledge of Self light up all hearts soon!
I am waiting.....
While the author’s first book ‘The Kite Runner’ talks about two men, his second book ‘A Thousand Splendid Suns’ is about two women. Both books deal with violence on ordinary people’s lives, which are unseen and unheard of in our democratic world. So, I have equal feeling towards men too.
One thing I am very clear about – the reason for human suffering maybe due to karmas but I have no right to pinpoint this reason towards anyone, for every stone thrower must remember the stones ready to be pelted on him/her.
Neale Donald Walsch has beautifully illustrated the concept of duality in his work ‘The Little Soul and God’. In fact, his most famous three-part work “Conversations with God” will give a different yet clear perspective about life. I wish everyone read them with an open mind.
May knowledge of Self light up all hearts soon!
I am waiting.....
Monday, October 24, 2011
Dawn
it was already yet dark was the status outside.
The whole flight was silent except for its loud moving buzz. And in its middle, one reading light was ON shedding light on the reader’s book.
I was drop dead tired before boarding the flight for Bahrain and hence my eyes were bickering for some rest. But the emotional wheel set in by the book I was deeply immersed in had consumed my being. Of course, it was a long pending book that needed my attention - ‘A Thousand Splendid Suns’.
Amidst the soaring highs and snoring noises in the plane, my throat was choking and eyes shedding tears. I simply could not bear the amount of physical & emotional punctures thrust on Mariam.
Why are women considered only as objects of carnal pleasures? Why do most men show their fists to establish their superiority? When will we understand that the system of marriage is designed to complement our spiritual endeavours?
Mariam & Laila could successfully rise from the rudder of brutal & barbaric societal pressures in their own way as per the book but there are many, many suffering Mariams and Lailas out there who could not be individually detected behind the veils of national face and dreadful statistics on life & death.
The next day morning, with the burning throat and breaking body pain with a tinge of fever, I watched the rising Sun from the sea in all its glory from our present 8th floor balcony. My heart paused for a moment at the splendid performance of the Sun again.
The Sun had played a beautiful golden trick on the Bahrain backwaters as if the sea and the Sun are one and the same hiding its detached shining armour & glory.
On this special occasion of Diwali, I pray that each one of us understand that the festival of lights reminds us to carry light always and spread it to the whole world.
May the next dawn be beautiful for us all wiping out all boundaries which deny our right to shine!
May we learn to explore the magical touch of love!
Happy Diwali!
The whole flight was silent except for its loud moving buzz. And in its middle, one reading light was ON shedding light on the reader’s book.
I was drop dead tired before boarding the flight for Bahrain and hence my eyes were bickering for some rest. But the emotional wheel set in by the book I was deeply immersed in had consumed my being. Of course, it was a long pending book that needed my attention - ‘A Thousand Splendid Suns’.
Amidst the soaring highs and snoring noises in the plane, my throat was choking and eyes shedding tears. I simply could not bear the amount of physical & emotional punctures thrust on Mariam.
Why are women considered only as objects of carnal pleasures? Why do most men show their fists to establish their superiority? When will we understand that the system of marriage is designed to complement our spiritual endeavours?
Mariam & Laila could successfully rise from the rudder of brutal & barbaric societal pressures in their own way as per the book but there are many, many suffering Mariams and Lailas out there who could not be individually detected behind the veils of national face and dreadful statistics on life & death.
The next day morning, with the burning throat and breaking body pain with a tinge of fever, I watched the rising Sun from the sea in all its glory from our present 8th floor balcony. My heart paused for a moment at the splendid performance of the Sun again.
The Sun had played a beautiful golden trick on the Bahrain backwaters as if the sea and the Sun are one and the same hiding its detached shining armour & glory.
On this special occasion of Diwali, I pray that each one of us understand that the festival of lights reminds us to carry light always and spread it to the whole world.
May the next dawn be beautiful for us all wiping out all boundaries which deny our right to shine!
May we learn to explore the magical touch of love!
Happy Diwali!
Friday, October 07, 2011
Even the half-moon
with its aura appeared resplendent in the sky. How easily we forget that we too have auras which could easily expose our emotional maturity to anyone who is psychic!
Well, it was already 9:45 pm yet I had a lot of time to board the Coimbatore bound train. The trip was unexpected and I considered it my duty to be with my friend who had lost her dear father all too sudden. When the whole world was and is mourning for the death of Steve Jobs, in a quiet corner of a small town, my friend is mourning deeply for her beloved father alone who died a day before the visionary.
She looked at me, it seemed, as if my presence could give her necessary strength.
I remember how a famous writer wants to cremate his body after his death with no funeral or epitaph and spread the ashes on the mountain ranges of his country, thus his last trace of existence on this earth be carried away by wind.
As I write this blog, I'm reminded by a voice that the greatest glory is reserved for one who cares not for his own glory in any of his (re)incarnations.
Well, it was already 9:45 pm yet I had a lot of time to board the Coimbatore bound train. The trip was unexpected and I considered it my duty to be with my friend who had lost her dear father all too sudden. When the whole world was and is mourning for the death of Steve Jobs, in a quiet corner of a small town, my friend is mourning deeply for her beloved father alone who died a day before the visionary.
She looked at me, it seemed, as if my presence could give her necessary strength.
I remember how a famous writer wants to cremate his body after his death with no funeral or epitaph and spread the ashes on the mountain ranges of his country, thus his last trace of existence on this earth be carried away by wind.
As I write this blog, I'm reminded by a voice that the greatest glory is reserved for one who cares not for his own glory in any of his (re)incarnations.
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Today
on my way back home, I saw the crude copies of Ravi Varma paintings on the public walls as a part of city beautification project. What hurt me most was that almost all the paintings were massacred by drips of white paints coated on the blank wall above the fake reproduction of RV’s sensual females.
With what dedication and effort, the passionate hands of the poor painter would have tried to reproduce the classics! And with what insensitivity and carelessness, the art is killed!
No matter what, any art is art after all and its charm is enchanting!
I can see through the painter's viewpoint because dabbling with colours & paint brushes was one of my childhood dreams. :)
With what dedication and effort, the passionate hands of the poor painter would have tried to reproduce the classics! And with what insensitivity and carelessness, the art is killed!
No matter what, any art is art after all and its charm is enchanting!
I can see through the painter's viewpoint because dabbling with colours & paint brushes was one of my childhood dreams. :)
Friday, September 23, 2011
I am not
a strong headed woman. My migraine attacks prove my statement. :)
Probably there might be karmic connections to my suffering, who knows! However, my last two days of intense suffering was because of my venturing out during mid-day sunlight which I should have avoided.
This pain helps me to understand others’ pains better. This pain expands my heart in love to accept and accommodate every disgrace that I meet as a dis-ease at some level.
A recent article that I read says that migraine sufferers have a strong ego, suppress negative emotions and that they can’t forgive others.
I try to be positive & cheerful during my interactions with others. And when I’m not needed by the world, I immerse myself in the world of books & silence. Yes, at certain select times, the monkey mind wants to overtake my poise but then it is never into the negative mode. All I can say is, it’s real hard work at the inner during such times.
Now the article makes me think if I am an ego-centric person?
May God show my face soon! :)
Probably there might be karmic connections to my suffering, who knows! However, my last two days of intense suffering was because of my venturing out during mid-day sunlight which I should have avoided.
This pain helps me to understand others’ pains better. This pain expands my heart in love to accept and accommodate every disgrace that I meet as a dis-ease at some level.
A recent article that I read says that migraine sufferers have a strong ego, suppress negative emotions and that they can’t forgive others.
I try to be positive & cheerful during my interactions with others. And when I’m not needed by the world, I immerse myself in the world of books & silence. Yes, at certain select times, the monkey mind wants to overtake my poise but then it is never into the negative mode. All I can say is, it’s real hard work at the inner during such times.
Now the article makes me think if I am an ego-centric person?
May God show my face soon! :)
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Tell me why
do we celebrate festivals?
Well, the old memories are revisiting, especially when Navaratri is fast approaching.
How many times and for how many years, I would have secretly tiptoed in the middle of the night to see if the dolls/idols had life to have conversations, as I believed my parents’ words wholeheartedly!
When my understanding of worship (finally) has taken wings where all externals are shed happily only to touch upon the essence, I am going to celebrate Navaratri in India this time after many years.
Right now, I’m open to the challenge of accommodating a colourful kolu in our compact flat to welcome Mother as per Indian tradition.
Whether the whispers of the dolls are heard or not, an interesting point comes to my mind - every step taken is an augmented fragrance of intent and every intent has the potential to attract one who aligns with its frequency, thus facilitating transactions of whispered dreams between two or more minds, oblivious to the knowledge of the noisy world outside.
So, a dream of one can rub onto the other unconsciously.
I remain open to such sublime whispers.
I remain........
Well, the old memories are revisiting, especially when Navaratri is fast approaching.
How many times and for how many years, I would have secretly tiptoed in the middle of the night to see if the dolls/idols had life to have conversations, as I believed my parents’ words wholeheartedly!
When my understanding of worship (finally) has taken wings where all externals are shed happily only to touch upon the essence, I am going to celebrate Navaratri in India this time after many years.
Right now, I’m open to the challenge of accommodating a colourful kolu in our compact flat to welcome Mother as per Indian tradition.
Whether the whispers of the dolls are heard or not, an interesting point comes to my mind - every step taken is an augmented fragrance of intent and every intent has the potential to attract one who aligns with its frequency, thus facilitating transactions of whispered dreams between two or more minds, oblivious to the knowledge of the noisy world outside.
So, a dream of one can rub onto the other unconsciously.
I remain open to such sublime whispers.
I remain........
Saturday, September 10, 2011
A good turn about
at the end of the day reminds me that I spend most of my time in cooking (planning & implementation) these days than anything else. :P
Cooking was never my priority any day. I respect cooking, cookers & cooks at all times. Because I never forget that I am an eater too. :)
I still remember how I used to dodge my Mother whenever she'd tell me to learn cooking.... this was long back. I’m still the same, given an opportunity..... :D
Interestingly, it was not that difficult to detach myself from any of my favourite food items so far, as I could abstain from them for any length of time. This statement is tried and tested a few times as the thought of temptation had never arisen even once during the trial period - in the past (don't know about future though). However, basic survival is a must, so I need to cook and eat.
I am waiting for that day when I can abstain from cooking completely. Oh yes, eating too.... just like the lady yogi who lived only on Prana, as documented in ‘Autobiography of a Yogi’.....
.....so that I can continue to dream..... :)
Cooking was never my priority any day. I respect cooking, cookers & cooks at all times. Because I never forget that I am an eater too. :)
I still remember how I used to dodge my Mother whenever she'd tell me to learn cooking.... this was long back. I’m still the same, given an opportunity..... :D
Interestingly, it was not that difficult to detach myself from any of my favourite food items so far, as I could abstain from them for any length of time. This statement is tried and tested a few times as the thought of temptation had never arisen even once during the trial period - in the past (don't know about future though). However, basic survival is a must, so I need to cook and eat.
I am waiting for that day when I can abstain from cooking completely. Oh yes, eating too.... just like the lady yogi who lived only on Prana, as documented in ‘Autobiography of a Yogi’.....
.....so that I can continue to dream..... :)
Monday, August 29, 2011
24 hours
have already passed since my return from the abode of Tapas.
Rarely do I get calls on my mobile and this friend of mine called me today morning. There was no answer for a minute from her to my response "Hello my dear!”
Then, she said after regaining her composure, “I felt Guruji’s love in your words.”
Who would not carry his energies of purity and love when it’s hardly a few hours after meeting him? It’s no wonder at all.
Actually, I don’t really care to probe into my depths whether the bondages of this life are my choices or learnings or call it by any name. I am equally not interested to know whether my choices were/are right or wrong. I’m peace with all because there must be a reason at some level.
However, I am proud of my one choice for identifying the Sun of my life. It’s not the artificial flickering glitter that one sees all around in the name of spirituality but a shining Sun that accepts and guides everyone with love.
In fact, I’ve returned to my living den yesterday night as a child.
I am happy.
Rarely do I get calls on my mobile and this friend of mine called me today morning. There was no answer for a minute from her to my response "Hello my dear!”
Then, she said after regaining her composure, “I felt Guruji’s love in your words.”
Who would not carry his energies of purity and love when it’s hardly a few hours after meeting him? It’s no wonder at all.
Actually, I don’t really care to probe into my depths whether the bondages of this life are my choices or learnings or call it by any name. I am equally not interested to know whether my choices were/are right or wrong. I’m peace with all because there must be a reason at some level.
However, I am proud of my one choice for identifying the Sun of my life. It’s not the artificial flickering glitter that one sees all around in the name of spirituality but a shining Sun that accepts and guides everyone with love.
In fact, I’ve returned to my living den yesterday night as a child.
I am happy.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
One great idea
can move mountains, so say the Elders. Are we going to witness such a phenomenon?
It’s very touching to watch on TV the 74-year OLD man of simplicity, sitting on the dais for a cause with iron will. While writing this blog, AH is on Day 8 Fast and going strong thus inspiring millions across the country & abroad.
In spite of the many questions & answers for/against the Lokpal Bill that are being raised and debated, in spite of the success and/or failure predicted, the main point to be understood is that there IS hope for a ‘Change’ now.
Not only does this demonstrate the Power of inner strength, it also hints at the unfolding of divine plan for a greater shift towards a life of glory and purity.
Every person and country should respond in its unique way to this Call of shift. And they all do unconsciously. So, every positive thought / idea counts at the collective global level during these moments of ‘Change'.
Well, it’s just the beginning.....
It’s very touching to watch on TV the 74-year OLD man of simplicity, sitting on the dais for a cause with iron will. While writing this blog, AH is on Day 8 Fast and going strong thus inspiring millions across the country & abroad.
In spite of the many questions & answers for/against the Lokpal Bill that are being raised and debated, in spite of the success and/or failure predicted, the main point to be understood is that there IS hope for a ‘Change’ now.
Not only does this demonstrate the Power of inner strength, it also hints at the unfolding of divine plan for a greater shift towards a life of glory and purity.
Every person and country should respond in its unique way to this Call of shift. And they all do unconsciously. So, every positive thought / idea counts at the collective global level during these moments of ‘Change'.
Well, it’s just the beginning.....
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Beloved Krishna
I still remember your whispers into my deaf ears, which paralyzed my ordinary life of anonymity...
• You are blessed
• You are special
• You are perfect
• You are beautiful
• I Love You
• I say all these because you are my eternal friend
I know you share the same with every life out of divine love. Yet I can only see the equation that I’ve with you because I'm blind too.
Let me assure you that I shall always remember to do what I need to, in a quiet way.
Waiting to meet you soon......again,
With Love...
• You are blessed
• You are special
• You are perfect
• You are beautiful
• I Love You
• I say all these because you are my eternal friend
I know you share the same with every life out of divine love. Yet I can only see the equation that I’ve with you because I'm blind too.
Let me assure you that I shall always remember to do what I need to, in a quiet way.
Waiting to meet you soon......again,
With Love...
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
I have the habit of
looking around the school or class for something interesting – quotes or words or pictures...
There was an inspiring quote hanging on the wall outside the Principal’s room...
“If you can dream of it, you can become it.”
I smiled for I was given the lead for the day....
Unfortunately, most of the students didn’t seem to notice these inspiring words all these years. Now, they should not forget....hopefully. :) However, there was one particular class which took my breath away as I entered.
Instead of ‘No. On Roll’ and ‘No. Absent’, they had written ‘No.Shining’ & ‘No.Hidden’. Truly, the class was shining not only by recalling the quote instantaneously, but also by giving a thunderous applause at the end, probably welcoming their dream world ‘it’.
There's one point that I stress always... Only a person of imagination has the power to dream; only a person who is capable of dreaming can put-in extraordinary efforts; and only such a person can be successful.
Undoubtedly, the little ones are the most receptive and expressive.
Let me record here that I am happy that I've met them at least once before I could instantly respond to His Call 'Come' to move to another world of existence.
There was an inspiring quote hanging on the wall outside the Principal’s room...
“If you can dream of it, you can become it.”
I smiled for I was given the lead for the day....
Unfortunately, most of the students didn’t seem to notice these inspiring words all these years. Now, they should not forget....hopefully. :) However, there was one particular class which took my breath away as I entered.
Instead of ‘No. On Roll’ and ‘No. Absent’, they had written ‘No.Shining’ & ‘No.Hidden’. Truly, the class was shining not only by recalling the quote instantaneously, but also by giving a thunderous applause at the end, probably welcoming their dream world ‘it’.
There's one point that I stress always... Only a person of imagination has the power to dream; only a person who is capable of dreaming can put-in extraordinary efforts; and only such a person can be successful.
Undoubtedly, the little ones are the most receptive and expressive.
Let me record here that I am happy that I've met them at least once before I could instantly respond to His Call 'Come' to move to another world of existence.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Hunger
Somalia's hunger crisis brings tears....
Hunger is one of the worst spears that can hit any persona to lose sanity, dignity, diplomacy and patience. Hunger can push a person to lower levels in a moment.
I was shocked when I read (sometime back) about a village that does mercy killing the elders who fall sick terribly because it can’t afford to treat their illnesses due to extreme poverty.
When half of the world’s population is struggling to appease hunger and thirst, it’s of bad taste to waste food deliberately. There's another sect who deny food to the needy at appropriate time, for reasons known only to them. There’s nothing wrong in getting angry with all such arrogance, I feel.
Probably, such people do not know what hunger is. Probably, they’ve not understood the meaning of ‘empathy’. Probably, they are not aware of the crushing blows of the Laws of Karma – on individuals and collective humanity.
Whatever be the reason, personally, I feel that they are one of the many facets of ignorance.
Hunger can be completely wiped out from this world only when we erase the borders of countries, see ourselves as One Being and share the abundance equally.
To talk of hunger, the form of Irom Sharmila enters into my being in full force. Can a person glow with such inner strength and hold on to her fast for more than a decade? Can a person be so graceful, full of gratitude and smiling in spite of injustices done on her?
I go speechless and humbled whenever I think of her.
After all, we are free to create our lives the way we wish, isn’t it?
Hunger is one of the worst spears that can hit any persona to lose sanity, dignity, diplomacy and patience. Hunger can push a person to lower levels in a moment.
I was shocked when I read (sometime back) about a village that does mercy killing the elders who fall sick terribly because it can’t afford to treat their illnesses due to extreme poverty.
When half of the world’s population is struggling to appease hunger and thirst, it’s of bad taste to waste food deliberately. There's another sect who deny food to the needy at appropriate time, for reasons known only to them. There’s nothing wrong in getting angry with all such arrogance, I feel.
Probably, such people do not know what hunger is. Probably, they’ve not understood the meaning of ‘empathy’. Probably, they are not aware of the crushing blows of the Laws of Karma – on individuals and collective humanity.
Whatever be the reason, personally, I feel that they are one of the many facets of ignorance.
Hunger can be completely wiped out from this world only when we erase the borders of countries, see ourselves as One Being and share the abundance equally.
To talk of hunger, the form of Irom Sharmila enters into my being in full force. Can a person glow with such inner strength and hold on to her fast for more than a decade? Can a person be so graceful, full of gratitude and smiling in spite of injustices done on her?
I go speechless and humbled whenever I think of her.
After all, we are free to create our lives the way we wish, isn’t it?
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Sky never fails to answer...
There are many who had entered into my domain very closely and drifted apart for various reasons. It’d always be their choice to tear apart and not a question I would like to ask.
Recently, the Providence made me meet one such (distanced) unexpectedly. For a moment, I stared at the face which failed to recognise me. All those painful memories tried to enter into my being to ignore the face.
Thankfully, my vigilant mind helped me to accept this testing situation too gracefully and take the first steps of friendly handshake. Needless to add here, we had a good time together.
Since my childhood, I am fascinated by the vast expanse of Sky, which I know has many secrets waiting to be unveiled. So, I always look up at the Sky for guidance.
Sometimes, it is an immediate roar and sometimes it is just a gentle late wink. But Sky never fails to answer… :)
Recently, the Providence made me meet one such (distanced) unexpectedly. For a moment, I stared at the face which failed to recognise me. All those painful memories tried to enter into my being to ignore the face.
Thankfully, my vigilant mind helped me to accept this testing situation too gracefully and take the first steps of friendly handshake. Needless to add here, we had a good time together.
Since my childhood, I am fascinated by the vast expanse of Sky, which I know has many secrets waiting to be unveiled. So, I always look up at the Sky for guidance.
Sometimes, it is an immediate roar and sometimes it is just a gentle late wink. But Sky never fails to answer… :)
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Eyes
I saw the formation of tears in her little eyes. And there was earnestness in her expression.
“Your legs will pain…… if you walk the whole of India to meet children like us....”
I was touched. Not because these little angels showered so much of love on me, but because their innocence is still intact.
In the present world where the Body, Mind & Intellect are abused to the maximum, there seems Hope in the future generation.
I am happy to see this Hope shining in the little eyes more brightly than the adults.
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Just look into one’s eyes and you’ll get to know how genuine a person is, even if the whole body language is intelligently choreographed.
That’s because eyes give away the truth whether we accept it or not.
Whenever I see unconditional love in a pair of eyes, my heart expands and eyes brim with tears.
All I can give back is the unconditional love through my eyes……. silently with a smile, whether the receiver knows or not.
“Your legs will pain…… if you walk the whole of India to meet children like us....”
I was touched. Not because these little angels showered so much of love on me, but because their innocence is still intact.
In the present world where the Body, Mind & Intellect are abused to the maximum, there seems Hope in the future generation.
I am happy to see this Hope shining in the little eyes more brightly than the adults.
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Just look into one’s eyes and you’ll get to know how genuine a person is, even if the whole body language is intelligently choreographed.
That’s because eyes give away the truth whether we accept it or not.
Whenever I see unconditional love in a pair of eyes, my heart expands and eyes brim with tears.
All I can give back is the unconditional love through my eyes……. silently with a smile, whether the receiver knows or not.
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Magic.... again
Her heart was wringing in pain and eyes were full of tears. It’s all about her suffering because of the black magic done on her family. And she was looking at me for comfort and hope.
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Generally, theatre magic is all about time taken to trick / fool our senses and mind. We pay to get fooled.
The only magic show (amateur) I’ve attended so far was the one which was a part of the celebration of a child’s first birthday. It was sickening to see the show birds whose wings were ruthlessly cut and kept in a huge cage at the backstage.
I must mention here that ‘The Prestige’ is a must film to watch where Chris Nolan through power performances from Hugh Jackman and Christian Bale, had mercilessly shown us the ugly corridors of magic and the influence of negative emotions on one’s self.
Mind is a pure entity by default. It is we who make it dirty with thoughts of jealousy, hatred and anger using our freewill. And we refuse to believe or accept the ‘key’ that removes this dirt.
Have you read about Milarepa? If not, please read.
For me, Milarepa, the black magician turned a Perfect One, continues to be one of the most inspiring personalities to date. My fascination, respect and love for this great Man have not diminished a bit even after so many years.
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I comforted her that no dark force in this creation can supersede the magical power of love & light.
For the time being, her eyes shone brightly in understanding.
I sincerely wish to possess a powerful magic wand to eliminate all sufferings and pains of all hearts.
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Generally, theatre magic is all about time taken to trick / fool our senses and mind. We pay to get fooled.
The only magic show (amateur) I’ve attended so far was the one which was a part of the celebration of a child’s first birthday. It was sickening to see the show birds whose wings were ruthlessly cut and kept in a huge cage at the backstage.
I must mention here that ‘The Prestige’ is a must film to watch where Chris Nolan through power performances from Hugh Jackman and Christian Bale, had mercilessly shown us the ugly corridors of magic and the influence of negative emotions on one’s self.
Mind is a pure entity by default. It is we who make it dirty with thoughts of jealousy, hatred and anger using our freewill. And we refuse to believe or accept the ‘key’ that removes this dirt.
Have you read about Milarepa? If not, please read.
For me, Milarepa, the black magician turned a Perfect One, continues to be one of the most inspiring personalities to date. My fascination, respect and love for this great Man have not diminished a bit even after so many years.
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I comforted her that no dark force in this creation can supersede the magical power of love & light.
For the time being, her eyes shone brightly in understanding.
I sincerely wish to possess a powerful magic wand to eliminate all sufferings and pains of all hearts.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Magic
It was already 8:30 pm. So, I stepped out of the blessed house to come back home fast thinking about the flash of thought (a question) that struck me hard sometime back. In fact, the question (that popped inside) had earlier pushed me to the brink of tears.
As soon as I was out, the first thing that touched me deeply was the mild showers that had already left a mark on the floors, walls, trees, leaves, flowers and vehicles. It was not a big spell but good enough to soothe my heart.
Looking at those magical droplets, this world still appeared beautiful.
* * * * * * *
First time I felt that Bahrain was a much better place........ I meant to watch movies. :P Here in India, great effort and planning need to be done.
Last Sunday evening, Atul & I along with two of our friends went to Express Avenue and watched Harry Potter 7 Part 2 (3D). The movie is done nicely but I felt that Part 1 was much better. O dear Dobby! The producers had given ample time for us all to mourn your extraordinary sacrifice. However, Snape touched my heart more dearly in the book than the movie.
The world of books is always enthralling any day for me, for I can bring life to characters the way I wish. :D
Ah! By the way, I noticed the youth crowd who had come in gangs to watch HP7. Rarely I could spot oldies like me....hehe..... (probably escorts, unlike me who had genuine interest to watch the film). And Atul has been very gracious to take me along with him so far.
And these smartly dressed colourful school/college girls were a delight to watch indeed. They belong to the elite group.... creamy class of the society with no worries of survival.
Beautiful butterflies..........
* * * * * * *
On the other hand, God had also blessed me to experience the love of young girls in large numbers who swarmed me with genuine wonderment in their eyes and a smile on their faces. They come from the very ordinary background.
And they can’t even imagine going to Express Avenue in their present state of living.
Yet there is no doubt that they need no spell from a magic wand to make their life bright, beautiful, colourful and full of dreams.
As soon as I was out, the first thing that touched me deeply was the mild showers that had already left a mark on the floors, walls, trees, leaves, flowers and vehicles. It was not a big spell but good enough to soothe my heart.
Looking at those magical droplets, this world still appeared beautiful.
* * * * * * *
First time I felt that Bahrain was a much better place........ I meant to watch movies. :P Here in India, great effort and planning need to be done.
Last Sunday evening, Atul & I along with two of our friends went to Express Avenue and watched Harry Potter 7 Part 2 (3D). The movie is done nicely but I felt that Part 1 was much better. O dear Dobby! The producers had given ample time for us all to mourn your extraordinary sacrifice. However, Snape touched my heart more dearly in the book than the movie.
The world of books is always enthralling any day for me, for I can bring life to characters the way I wish. :D
Ah! By the way, I noticed the youth crowd who had come in gangs to watch HP7. Rarely I could spot oldies like me....hehe..... (probably escorts, unlike me who had genuine interest to watch the film). And Atul has been very gracious to take me along with him so far.
And these smartly dressed colourful school/college girls were a delight to watch indeed. They belong to the elite group.... creamy class of the society with no worries of survival.
Beautiful butterflies..........
* * * * * * *
On the other hand, God had also blessed me to experience the love of young girls in large numbers who swarmed me with genuine wonderment in their eyes and a smile on their faces. They come from the very ordinary background.
And they can’t even imagine going to Express Avenue in their present state of living.
Yet there is no doubt that they need no spell from a magic wand to make their life bright, beautiful, colourful and full of dreams.
Friday, July 22, 2011
Travel
The more we travel, the more we are expected to wonder at different challenges of life available in varied genres; accept the differences & similarities with due respect; and absorb & radiate grandeur in all humility.
Invariably it is not the case with intense globe-trotters and/or intense earth visitors. That’s how we (un)wisely seed our karmas to grow our vanity baggage huge enough to forget that we were mere visitors of this planet once upon a time, to experience God’s Creation.
Once stepped into the concept of Space-time, the purpose of coming here was not remembered somehow in the midway. However, the realm beyond death helps to see our lives and others with complete understanding.
My Guruji says that except (real) Gurus and soul-mates, no other relationship can accompany us throughout our long travel, till we return to the Source.
I cannot stop wondering at the unimaginably massive network of travels.
I wish you draw your trail of travel very beautiful, glorious and shining.
Invariably it is not the case with intense globe-trotters and/or intense earth visitors. That’s how we (un)wisely seed our karmas to grow our vanity baggage huge enough to forget that we were mere visitors of this planet once upon a time, to experience God’s Creation.
Once stepped into the concept of Space-time, the purpose of coming here was not remembered somehow in the midway. However, the realm beyond death helps to see our lives and others with complete understanding.
My Guruji says that except (real) Gurus and soul-mates, no other relationship can accompany us throughout our long travel, till we return to the Source.
I cannot stop wondering at the unimaginably massive network of travels.
I wish you draw your trail of travel very beautiful, glorious and shining.
Monday, July 18, 2011
Life
Paid my respects to a much revered but little known Siddha today who attained Mahasamadhi yesterday morning. It was an unexpected event of the day, yet more than mere coincidence.
Originally, there was a plan to visit him this week....... for the first time. But I missed him narrowly. Unfortunately, I could see only the 90-year old body preserved in a glass encase.
His silence inside the case, his humble abode of living and his devotees’ quiet prayers hooked me into a contemplative mood for the rest of the day - how many different forms would I have broken and assembled in the fluidity of time?
Back home, the image on the mirror cracked for a moment in front of my eyes as if echoing the following lines from Gitanjali....
Death, thy servant, is at my door. He has crossed the unknown sea and brought thy call to my home.
The night is dark and my heart is fearful---yet I will take up the lamp, open my gates and bow to him my welcome. It is thy messenger who stands at my door.
I will worship him placing at his feet the treasure of my heart.
.....
.....
Like a rain-cloud of July hung low with its burden of unshed showers let all my mind bend down at thy door in one salutation to thee.
I could not stop smiling.
Death is most welcome!
Originally, there was a plan to visit him this week....... for the first time. But I missed him narrowly. Unfortunately, I could see only the 90-year old body preserved in a glass encase.
His silence inside the case, his humble abode of living and his devotees’ quiet prayers hooked me into a contemplative mood for the rest of the day - how many different forms would I have broken and assembled in the fluidity of time?
Back home, the image on the mirror cracked for a moment in front of my eyes as if echoing the following lines from Gitanjali....
Death, thy servant, is at my door. He has crossed the unknown sea and brought thy call to my home.
The night is dark and my heart is fearful---yet I will take up the lamp, open my gates and bow to him my welcome. It is thy messenger who stands at my door.
I will worship him placing at his feet the treasure of my heart.
.....
.....
Like a rain-cloud of July hung low with its burden of unshed showers let all my mind bend down at thy door in one salutation to thee.
I could not stop smiling.
Death is most welcome!
One
The lady ‘X’ was upset yesterday morning when she came home for cleaning work. The reason – she asked for drinking water in a house after finishing the cleaning work but the lady Y of high caste kept a glass of water on the floor instead of giving it in her hands.
X was offended naturally. So I am. I also realised that I get respect from Y because of my varna and this pained me.
If a religion cannot make you sensitive enough to become one with a fellow human being’s feelings, then throw that religion out from your system. I am sure the Founders would surely bless you for doing that than feeling offended.
I shoot a ‘sorry’........... to the Universe silently.
* * * * * * *
No person enters into our lives without a purpose.
Whatever lessons we have agreed upon to learn mutually in this life, or whatever tie-up that I’ve with the other by ‘design’ or by ‘choice’, the Universe unfolds in its own way.
But there’s one truth to be remembered always - we are children of One God.
So, you and I are in the eternal bondage of Light & Love.
X was offended naturally. So I am. I also realised that I get respect from Y because of my varna and this pained me.
If a religion cannot make you sensitive enough to become one with a fellow human being’s feelings, then throw that religion out from your system. I am sure the Founders would surely bless you for doing that than feeling offended.
I shoot a ‘sorry’........... to the Universe silently.
* * * * * * *
No person enters into our lives without a purpose.
Whatever lessons we have agreed upon to learn mutually in this life, or whatever tie-up that I’ve with the other by ‘design’ or by ‘choice’, the Universe unfolds in its own way.
But there’s one truth to be remembered always - we are children of One God.
So, you and I are in the eternal bondage of Light & Love.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
It's a dewdrop
Revisiting these emotions which were penned on April 17, 2011 fills my eyes with fresh tears now and I am not ashamed to accept this.
Among the vast trivia of many
That encircles the vistas around
There’s a trivial little dewdrop
Sitting on the couch of a petal
Hidden in the bigness of branches
Overlooking the Shining Sun
The heat may scorch
The bees may sit on
The wind may blow
The petal may wither
But it’s the pleasure to see
That keeps the dewdrop on
Every dewdrop has a story
And this too has one to narrate
For it is not a dewdrop as you think
But the teardrop splattered
From my eyes in gratitude & love
Yes, it's a tiny little dewdrop
Sitting on the petal in disguise
Overlooking the Sun of its choice
Who can know which is a dewdrop and which is a teardrop among the whole lot of droplets sprinkled on a flower yet appreciate both with equal respect and love...... except a Guru?
I would celebrate Guru Poornima, the 15th of July, by channeling more Light.
Among the vast trivia of many
That encircles the vistas around
There’s a trivial little dewdrop
Sitting on the couch of a petal
Hidden in the bigness of branches
Overlooking the Shining Sun
The heat may scorch
The bees may sit on
The wind may blow
The petal may wither
But it’s the pleasure to see
That keeps the dewdrop on
Every dewdrop has a story
And this too has one to narrate
For it is not a dewdrop as you think
But the teardrop splattered
From my eyes in gratitude & love
Yes, it's a tiny little dewdrop
Sitting on the petal in disguise
Overlooking the Sun of its choice
Who can know which is a dewdrop and which is a teardrop among the whole lot of droplets sprinkled on a flower yet appreciate both with equal respect and love...... except a Guru?
I would celebrate Guru Poornima, the 15th of July, by channeling more Light.
Tuesday, July 05, 2011
Cut
How much of anger can one have?
How much of anger can one have when one’s integrity and character are challenged in the hands of law where truth is treated as an instrument of mockery?
How much of anger can one have towards people who inflict deep wounds in the emotional body?
How much of anger can one nurture for the injustices done?
How much of anger can a good-mannered, kind-hearted and soft-natured, in the spur of a moment of weakness, express?
I was at loss of words while witnessing one such moment. My heart ached immensely as I too felt the pain of the wounded heart last Sunday. I didn’t know which of the words I should use to console to say ‘let go’. I was clearly helpless to explain that every person has moments of extreme hurts and sadness; that, with simple techniques, we are all capable of cutting acquired bitterness of any degree.
It was too much to bear inside my being even if it is for a few minutes. So much of anger, even if it is experienced for just a moment, is not at all good.
I wish the person accepts my prayers at the soul level and gets healed at all levels starting from within.
May Peace be with you!
..................
On the lighter side, my newly chopped haircut during mid-May has grown a bit now. I could try tying a small pony tail with difficulty for the past one week. I remember how the near and dear ones expressed shock / surprise at my momentous ‘cut’ decision. Probably they would have thought when I will ever grow though I flaunt those streaks of gray hair liberally. :)
Well, I should say, I am glad. If not me, at least my pony tail brings smile & laughter even on those sad faces instantly. :)
Probably even my haircut had a purpose! :D
May the child in you get awakened! :)
With Love...
How much of anger can one have when one’s integrity and character are challenged in the hands of law where truth is treated as an instrument of mockery?
How much of anger can one have towards people who inflict deep wounds in the emotional body?
How much of anger can one nurture for the injustices done?
How much of anger can a good-mannered, kind-hearted and soft-natured, in the spur of a moment of weakness, express?
I was at loss of words while witnessing one such moment. My heart ached immensely as I too felt the pain of the wounded heart last Sunday. I didn’t know which of the words I should use to console to say ‘let go’. I was clearly helpless to explain that every person has moments of extreme hurts and sadness; that, with simple techniques, we are all capable of cutting acquired bitterness of any degree.
It was too much to bear inside my being even if it is for a few minutes. So much of anger, even if it is experienced for just a moment, is not at all good.
I wish the person accepts my prayers at the soul level and gets healed at all levels starting from within.
May Peace be with you!
..................
On the lighter side, my newly chopped haircut during mid-May has grown a bit now. I could try tying a small pony tail with difficulty for the past one week. I remember how the near and dear ones expressed shock / surprise at my momentous ‘cut’ decision. Probably they would have thought when I will ever grow though I flaunt those streaks of gray hair liberally. :)
Well, I should say, I am glad. If not me, at least my pony tail brings smile & laughter even on those sad faces instantly. :)
Probably even my haircut had a purpose! :D
May the child in you get awakened! :)
With Love...
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Call
Are you not tired of your every day cooing, Koel?
I look up at the sky, trees and birds in hopes of identifying the cuckoo that sings non-stop from morning till late evening.
The one thing that I had anticipated the least in India, is the bird talks. I am blessed to hear the bird conversations that reach my ears amidst the noise of AC, piercing the early morning darkness.
It’s so very beautiful to rest your head on the pillow cosily and listen to them with eyes closed. And when this cuckoo starts its pining call.....
Where are you?
May I have a conversation with you?
Will you show me your face soon?
To whom do you give your call?
I look up at the sky, trees and birds in hopes of identifying the cuckoo that sings non-stop from morning till late evening.
The one thing that I had anticipated the least in India, is the bird talks. I am blessed to hear the bird conversations that reach my ears amidst the noise of AC, piercing the early morning darkness.
It’s so very beautiful to rest your head on the pillow cosily and listen to them with eyes closed. And when this cuckoo starts its pining call.....
Where are you?
May I have a conversation with you?
Will you show me your face soon?
To whom do you give your call?
Friday, June 17, 2011
Dear Diary
It’s almost a year now.
It seems as if it had happened yesterday. It’s one more reminder that nothing is permanent in the Universe, yet nothing is lost anywhere.
I try to look, listen, meet, speak, read, write, smile, laugh, cry, eat, dress up, work, celebrate and pray with this understanding. And wherever and whenever I get to know that I am unwanted, I quietly move away wasting neither their time & efforts nor mine.
I don’t wish to spend my time impressing or impacting anyone or to have any hold on anyone. I don’t expect anyone to remember me now or ever.
I’ve been consciously practising to express genuinely – no frills, no act of pretense or no personal agenda.
I am aware that I may not live the next moment.
Probably, that’s why I’m a being of emotions. That’s why I feel more - ‘it’s almost a year now’.
It seems as if it had happened yesterday. It’s one more reminder that nothing is permanent in the Universe, yet nothing is lost anywhere.
I try to look, listen, meet, speak, read, write, smile, laugh, cry, eat, dress up, work, celebrate and pray with this understanding. And wherever and whenever I get to know that I am unwanted, I quietly move away wasting neither their time & efforts nor mine.
I don’t wish to spend my time impressing or impacting anyone or to have any hold on anyone. I don’t expect anyone to remember me now or ever.
I’ve been consciously practising to express genuinely – no frills, no act of pretense or no personal agenda.
I am aware that I may not live the next moment.
Probably, that’s why I’m a being of emotions. That’s why I feel more - ‘it’s almost a year now’.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Dream
The boat boards itself with a dream
To swim in the azure sky
The travellers listen not to the order
And so the boat jerks and tilts
Throwing down the contents unabashed
But who cares to know
Before their broken arms stretch out
Who is the dictator and who is not
What should happen next?
Get up, dress up, smile within, repair the misunderstanding and begin again .... :)
To swim in the azure sky
The travellers listen not to the order
And so the boat jerks and tilts
Throwing down the contents unabashed
But who cares to know
Before their broken arms stretch out
Who is the dictator and who is not
What should happen next?
Get up, dress up, smile within, repair the misunderstanding and begin again .... :)
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Present
The calls of birds are so enchanting to listen to at any time and in any mood. The sounds of their chatter are sure to drive us (human beings) to quieten our egos. But then why are our talks not as sweet and inspiring as their chatter most of the times?
Because most of our everyday talks revolve around glorifying our past, our pains, lineage or our achievements wasting so much of energies and also testing the hearers’ limits of tolerance & patience. If we stand aside and rewind our talks, it would appear as sheer nonsense. Ironically, our egos would neither allow us to do this exercise nor realise that there’s so much to unlearn than to learn.
There’s a surreal beauty and joy when I listen to the birds. I could feel the upsurge of Love in my heart. I could brush aside the jarring noises of mockers, analysts, rationalists, opportunists and the like and drown them in the symphonies of these beautiful bird jabbers... I could dream with my eyes open.....
What a beautiful display of Present to experience!
I wonder.... Will my Presence too become so powerful one day?
Because most of our everyday talks revolve around glorifying our past, our pains, lineage or our achievements wasting so much of energies and also testing the hearers’ limits of tolerance & patience. If we stand aside and rewind our talks, it would appear as sheer nonsense. Ironically, our egos would neither allow us to do this exercise nor realise that there’s so much to unlearn than to learn.
There’s a surreal beauty and joy when I listen to the birds. I could feel the upsurge of Love in my heart. I could brush aside the jarring noises of mockers, analysts, rationalists, opportunists and the like and drown them in the symphonies of these beautiful bird jabbers... I could dream with my eyes open.....
What a beautiful display of Present to experience!
I wonder.... Will my Presence too become so powerful one day?
Wednesday, June 08, 2011
Moon Mania
Have you ever read the poem ‘Drinking Alone by Moonlight’ written by Li Po?
Well, before coming to that, let me add that, I was bowled over by the display of Moon Factor at NASA Kennedy Space Centre. Really amazing...
That apart, there are lots of puranas, myths, stories and poems revolving around Moon which had fascinated me since childhood, even before I got to know of Armstrong’s one giant leap. Later years, I remember wondering for many days if Moon is a female or male! I had my reasons though. :)
Moon is such an inspiring celestial object that no person would be left attracted by it.
Every time I look up at the sky, especially Moon, I knew that somewhere in the corner of this world, some budding or accomplished poet or painter or musician or any artist must be drawing irresistible inspiration from Moon.
I had a wish recently to lie on the bare ground and watch the night sky, stars, clouds and also Moon. My inaudible mental whisper must have caught the attention of the Universe somehow and there I got the opportunity on the same night.
Haa.... in those few minutes, how much I yearned for a fellow being to enjoy what I did... also how much I wanted to share Li Po’s poem ‘Drinking Alone by Moonlight’at that moment!
To the songs I sing the moon flickers her beams;
In the dance I weave my shadow tangles and breaks.
While we were sober, three shared the fun
Now we are drunk, each goes their way.
May we long share our odd, inanimate feast,
And meet at last on the Cloudy River of the sky.
According to me, Li Po's Moon mania is the most exhilarating of all.
I wonder.....Is it the earth’s law of attraction that holds the Moon in its place or is it the law of attraction experienced by the human minds?
Well, before coming to that, let me add that, I was bowled over by the display of Moon Factor at NASA Kennedy Space Centre. Really amazing...
That apart, there are lots of puranas, myths, stories and poems revolving around Moon which had fascinated me since childhood, even before I got to know of Armstrong’s one giant leap. Later years, I remember wondering for many days if Moon is a female or male! I had my reasons though. :)
Moon is such an inspiring celestial object that no person would be left attracted by it.
Every time I look up at the sky, especially Moon, I knew that somewhere in the corner of this world, some budding or accomplished poet or painter or musician or any artist must be drawing irresistible inspiration from Moon.
I had a wish recently to lie on the bare ground and watch the night sky, stars, clouds and also Moon. My inaudible mental whisper must have caught the attention of the Universe somehow and there I got the opportunity on the same night.
Haa.... in those few minutes, how much I yearned for a fellow being to enjoy what I did... also how much I wanted to share Li Po’s poem ‘Drinking Alone by Moonlight’at that moment!
To the songs I sing the moon flickers her beams;
In the dance I weave my shadow tangles and breaks.
While we were sober, three shared the fun
Now we are drunk, each goes their way.
May we long share our odd, inanimate feast,
And meet at last on the Cloudy River of the sky.
According to me, Li Po's Moon mania is the most exhilarating of all.
I wonder.....Is it the earth’s law of attraction that holds the Moon in its place or is it the law of attraction experienced by the human minds?
Thursday, June 02, 2011
Celebration
After more than a decade, I witnessed a marriage function celebrated in our tradition, but in a glittering fashion.
It’s ironic that most of the world’s population have no idea about the significance of marriage and the rituals chalked out by Elders long back. It’s my personal idea that all these rituals must be just symbolic representations of one basic truth.
Our nature is Love. But we’ve spiralled down too far to remember or realise our true nature. In this difficult uphill journey towards our freedom from attachments and to experience Love, the concept of marriage helps two souls to support and complement each other at the soul level; to be a good companion at the mental and intellectual levels; to walk the glorious path towards Godhood together; to expand the Light gained; and to become eligible Universal dreamers.
When this understanding dawns on the coming generations, I’m sure they’ll discard these over-glamourised rituals which have become unwanted reasons for familial discord before / during and sometimes even after years of marriage.
I am most positively sure that the future clan would take up their commitment of marriage with Love in all sincerity, simplicity and understanding. Here too there’ll be a crowd to celebrate the union of two souls with pure joy and silence, out of reverence for the divine nature of each one of us i.e. Love.
* * * * * * *
As a normal human being, I feel lonely at times. At those times, the sky, the moon, the plants and the stars seem to agree with my core. But during my visit to the abode of Tapas, I feel at home and very happy.
Every auspicious day and moment is celebrated only in silence here. Yes, by silencing the body, mind & intellect.
The Master’s one benevolent glance at us would suffice to send chilled shivers inside, over our present acquired nature. We become aware of the fact that our negativities are exposed so nakedly.... so silently in the presence of such Purity & Light yet we feel immense peace as we know that no judgment is passed on to us. We come back richer with energies. His unconditional love will make us realise that we are never alone.
Every time I return from this place, I have no urge to speak with anyone for at least two days.
It’s here that I’ve learnt that
• I must celebrate life.
• Celebration in silence would help me celebrate Silence.
* * * * * * *
At one single moment long back, I decided to drop the practice of saving my blog writings. So, if this blog is deleted by the server at any time, all my writings are gone in a swish. And this feeling gives me total freedom...... strangely. :)
To every reader of this blog, I dedicate this Number 250 for your patient reading.
It’s ironic that most of the world’s population have no idea about the significance of marriage and the rituals chalked out by Elders long back. It’s my personal idea that all these rituals must be just symbolic representations of one basic truth.
Our nature is Love. But we’ve spiralled down too far to remember or realise our true nature. In this difficult uphill journey towards our freedom from attachments and to experience Love, the concept of marriage helps two souls to support and complement each other at the soul level; to be a good companion at the mental and intellectual levels; to walk the glorious path towards Godhood together; to expand the Light gained; and to become eligible Universal dreamers.
When this understanding dawns on the coming generations, I’m sure they’ll discard these over-glamourised rituals which have become unwanted reasons for familial discord before / during and sometimes even after years of marriage.
I am most positively sure that the future clan would take up their commitment of marriage with Love in all sincerity, simplicity and understanding. Here too there’ll be a crowd to celebrate the union of two souls with pure joy and silence, out of reverence for the divine nature of each one of us i.e. Love.
* * * * * * *
As a normal human being, I feel lonely at times. At those times, the sky, the moon, the plants and the stars seem to agree with my core. But during my visit to the abode of Tapas, I feel at home and very happy.
Every auspicious day and moment is celebrated only in silence here. Yes, by silencing the body, mind & intellect.
The Master’s one benevolent glance at us would suffice to send chilled shivers inside, over our present acquired nature. We become aware of the fact that our negativities are exposed so nakedly.... so silently in the presence of such Purity & Light yet we feel immense peace as we know that no judgment is passed on to us. We come back richer with energies. His unconditional love will make us realise that we are never alone.
Every time I return from this place, I have no urge to speak with anyone for at least two days.
It’s here that I’ve learnt that
• I must celebrate life.
• Celebration in silence would help me celebrate Silence.
* * * * * * *
At one single moment long back, I decided to drop the practice of saving my blog writings. So, if this blog is deleted by the server at any time, all my writings are gone in a swish. And this feeling gives me total freedom...... strangely. :)
To every reader of this blog, I dedicate this Number 250 for your patient reading.
Tuesday, May 03, 2011
OFF
My thoughts have taken different routes and interests in these 5 years of blogging. Very interesting.
To celebrate this, a short / long sabbatical from writing is intended.
So, Blog Number 250 has to wait. I shall break the shell when I've something unique to report to. :)
To celebrate this, a short / long sabbatical from writing is intended.
So, Blog Number 250 has to wait. I shall break the shell when I've something unique to report to. :)
It's not a painful memory though
I get migraine attacks whenever I go in hot Sun which is unavoidable these days. Yesterday was one of the worst to hit me. The whole day I was struggling in pain. It’s not new to me though.
In pain, I understood others’ pain more. I wanted to take pains of all those suffering in pain without they knowing about it. I was ready to go through till my body permits.
Then I remembered my Mother, who remembered my birthday even when she was experiencing excruciating pain and slipping into short bouts of coma.
I do miss her. I do miss our arguments, the only person on the whole earth I had with. I do miss her display of extreme innocence at one moment and extraordinary wisdom at another. I do miss her scolding that I have to be smart as people take my honesty and innocence for granted. I do miss her care and concern. I do miss serving her attending to all her needs….
I missed my Father more yesterday who taught me how pains should be handled. His silent resilience probably I can never master.
I send lots of love to both the benevolent souls. May all their pains if any be healed! May they remain happy & peaceful wherever they are! May they revel in bliss!
In pain, I understood others’ pain more. I wanted to take pains of all those suffering in pain without they knowing about it. I was ready to go through till my body permits.
Then I remembered my Mother, who remembered my birthday even when she was experiencing excruciating pain and slipping into short bouts of coma.
I do miss her. I do miss our arguments, the only person on the whole earth I had with. I do miss her display of extreme innocence at one moment and extraordinary wisdom at another. I do miss her scolding that I have to be smart as people take my honesty and innocence for granted. I do miss her care and concern. I do miss serving her attending to all her needs….
I missed my Father more yesterday who taught me how pains should be handled. His silent resilience probably I can never master.
I send lots of love to both the benevolent souls. May all their pains if any be healed! May they remain happy & peaceful wherever they are! May they revel in bliss!
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Time and again...
I held her tender hand and touched her cheeks with love. She smiled beautifully. Her eyes twinkled as she seemed to have understood my love. Can there be anything beautiful than such a sensitive reciprocal from a stranger?
Age is only for the body and not for the soul. We have all descended from the same Source aka God. So, we are all the same in essence and are connected at the deepest level in love.
As I stand aside and watch myself, my body appears no different from a vehicle that runs on petrol. Just that the food to run my body engine are different and varied, in a broader perspective.
Life is really a challenging game to play on our earth because we are bound to forget that birth and death is only for the body. We always forget our life mission of remembering our Origin. We fail to remember that relationships are meant to learn lessons of love. We always believe only that our eyes see.
Just because lines are not drawn on my face and skin is not shriveled yet, my hands appeared contrasting to the hands of the bedridden 92-year old lady. I could not avoid noticing it.
I really wonder at the concept of linear Time that's binding and blinding us. My Salutations to the rules of life!
Well, I want to see how 'Source Code' justifies time travel. :)
Age is only for the body and not for the soul. We have all descended from the same Source aka God. So, we are all the same in essence and are connected at the deepest level in love.
As I stand aside and watch myself, my body appears no different from a vehicle that runs on petrol. Just that the food to run my body engine are different and varied, in a broader perspective.
Life is really a challenging game to play on our earth because we are bound to forget that birth and death is only for the body. We always forget our life mission of remembering our Origin. We fail to remember that relationships are meant to learn lessons of love. We always believe only that our eyes see.
Just because lines are not drawn on my face and skin is not shriveled yet, my hands appeared contrasting to the hands of the bedridden 92-year old lady. I could not avoid noticing it.
I really wonder at the concept of linear Time that's binding and blinding us. My Salutations to the rules of life!
Well, I want to see how 'Source Code' justifies time travel. :)
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Some random thoughts
1) Why do people take pride in everything they know and/or have? What's so great about it? And why only their children are always great? I am unable to understand. Purity is the only state to be proud of. And a person of purity would not know what pride is. When will we be aware of this truth?
2) Mixer, grinder, air conditioner, refrigerator, mobile, laptop...... my world is revolving around Alternating Current. If this AC is pulled out of my life, how would it be?
3) Most of the people don't know who Nikola Tesla is. He is the man behind Alternating Current - the energy supplier of our daily lives. Why don't we develop inquisitiveness to know at least about those things that are integral part of our lives and express our gratitude to such extraordinary souls who walked on our earth?
4) Being a visionary he was, Free Energy devices are already invented by Nikola Tesla long back. I wonder if the world would take serious note on this in the near future.
5) Swami V was a spiritual giant with a scientific bend whereas Nikola Tesla was a scientific giant with a spiritual bend. They both had met and discussed about Sankhya Philosophy. Thank God, at least I know this much. :)
6) Are people not bored of talking only about their achievements and their children's? When will we open up?
There are many buzzing in my head. More later.
2) Mixer, grinder, air conditioner, refrigerator, mobile, laptop...... my world is revolving around Alternating Current. If this AC is pulled out of my life, how would it be?
3) Most of the people don't know who Nikola Tesla is. He is the man behind Alternating Current - the energy supplier of our daily lives. Why don't we develop inquisitiveness to know at least about those things that are integral part of our lives and express our gratitude to such extraordinary souls who walked on our earth?
4) Being a visionary he was, Free Energy devices are already invented by Nikola Tesla long back. I wonder if the world would take serious note on this in the near future.
5) Swami V was a spiritual giant with a scientific bend whereas Nikola Tesla was a scientific giant with a spiritual bend. They both had met and discussed about Sankhya Philosophy. Thank God, at least I know this much. :)
6) Are people not bored of talking only about their achievements and their children's? When will we open up?
There are many buzzing in my head. More later.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
May we...
Our earth is a very challenging planet to live. Both good and evil have equal opportunities here.
The other day I was pained and hurt as if such things were done to me after reading an article. I struggled hard for long to understand how one can be so cruel. A mentally challenged pregnant lady was treated as bullet targets for months by a teenager; the bullets were left to infect in some places and some taken out from the flesh for reuse; one-third of the skin was burnt with hot water splashes. The lady succumbed to the torture at last along with her six-month old baby in her stomach.
Violence and torture are not new to humankind. Probably, we have evolved as experts in devising different ways to hurt others. Even the great sacrifice of the Man of God on a crucifix 2000 years ago has not brought us to senses yet.
We consider our ideas, schemes, agenda, conditionings, brought up, relationships, rituals, knowledge, path, prayers and even pains as superior to others. What ignorance!
We have to soon break free from all these things and resurrect in pure love.
May our eyes and hands be the carriers of such beautiful love!
May our words bring healing touch to the listener if any!
May our energies of love be so powerful that it becomes hard even for a stranger to forget its glowing ring of warmth even if it's for a moment!
May this Good Friday and Easter Sunday bring a radical change in our approach to others’ sufferings!
May we celebrate the dawn of New Earth of Love soon with many!
The other day I was pained and hurt as if such things were done to me after reading an article. I struggled hard for long to understand how one can be so cruel. A mentally challenged pregnant lady was treated as bullet targets for months by a teenager; the bullets were left to infect in some places and some taken out from the flesh for reuse; one-third of the skin was burnt with hot water splashes. The lady succumbed to the torture at last along with her six-month old baby in her stomach.
Violence and torture are not new to humankind. Probably, we have evolved as experts in devising different ways to hurt others. Even the great sacrifice of the Man of God on a crucifix 2000 years ago has not brought us to senses yet.
We consider our ideas, schemes, agenda, conditionings, brought up, relationships, rituals, knowledge, path, prayers and even pains as superior to others. What ignorance!
We have to soon break free from all these things and resurrect in pure love.
May our eyes and hands be the carriers of such beautiful love!
May our words bring healing touch to the listener if any!
May our energies of love be so powerful that it becomes hard even for a stranger to forget its glowing ring of warmth even if it's for a moment!
May this Good Friday and Easter Sunday bring a radical change in our approach to others’ sufferings!
May we celebrate the dawn of New Earth of Love soon with many!
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Energy Level
There’s a term very well known in spiritual circles – ‘energy vampires’.
A few years back, when I first read about this sort of energy transfer in the book ‘The Celestine Prophecy’, I straight away accepted it without hesitation. I also understood the reason behind the control dramas happening in the world.
We all are children of God. The Love that we experienced when we were One with God before our descent cannot be experienced howmuchever we search for at the physical, mental or intellectual levels here. This is what that brings dissatisfaction in relationships and a new search begins every time such Love is not experienced by us. It reminds us of the pain of separation from God at the unconscious level but at the conscious level we brood over the present loss or misunderstanding or failures. To veil off our shortcomings, we’ve devised codes, routes, do and don’ts, rights and wrongs because we seek this Love in others instead of going inside.
So, obviously we play different control dramas without really meaning it and become energy stealers. Yet these plays do have their own repercussions as they need to be fit into the Laws of Karma, so exclusive to our planet.
How to deal with this issue of facing others’ negativities when we are constantly thrown into situations wherein we have to daily meet a lot of people with their own dense mood swings and hidden mental make-up?
* Insulate your system from any damage by praying to God for protection.
* Clear your negativities by immediate introspection after getting the inner jerk from the inside because your own negativity becomes a fertile ground for others’.
* Meditate daily.
* Trust in God & Guru like a child that you are indeed protected and hence cannot be affected or manipulated by any force in Creation.
* Never look at others with a lowly attitude. Each one will understand and learn in his/her own pace. You were ignorant yesterday, so are they today. There is no big difference because Time itself is an illusion.
* Feel that you are divine.
As such, I am counting days to attend the May event. There’s nothing that I look forward to greater than this event at present. This means that I need to work harder at the inner to stay clear with my energy levels and remain alert towards others, so as to meet the Shining Sun with a happy smile from my heart.
Let me hastily add, whatever the energy level of others is, it should not bother me. And it won't most positively. :P
A few years back, when I first read about this sort of energy transfer in the book ‘The Celestine Prophecy’, I straight away accepted it without hesitation. I also understood the reason behind the control dramas happening in the world.
We all are children of God. The Love that we experienced when we were One with God before our descent cannot be experienced howmuchever we search for at the physical, mental or intellectual levels here. This is what that brings dissatisfaction in relationships and a new search begins every time such Love is not experienced by us. It reminds us of the pain of separation from God at the unconscious level but at the conscious level we brood over the present loss or misunderstanding or failures. To veil off our shortcomings, we’ve devised codes, routes, do and don’ts, rights and wrongs because we seek this Love in others instead of going inside.
So, obviously we play different control dramas without really meaning it and become energy stealers. Yet these plays do have their own repercussions as they need to be fit into the Laws of Karma, so exclusive to our planet.
How to deal with this issue of facing others’ negativities when we are constantly thrown into situations wherein we have to daily meet a lot of people with their own dense mood swings and hidden mental make-up?
* Insulate your system from any damage by praying to God for protection.
* Clear your negativities by immediate introspection after getting the inner jerk from the inside because your own negativity becomes a fertile ground for others’.
* Meditate daily.
* Trust in God & Guru like a child that you are indeed protected and hence cannot be affected or manipulated by any force in Creation.
* Never look at others with a lowly attitude. Each one will understand and learn in his/her own pace. You were ignorant yesterday, so are they today. There is no big difference because Time itself is an illusion.
* Feel that you are divine.
As such, I am counting days to attend the May event. There’s nothing that I look forward to greater than this event at present. This means that I need to work harder at the inner to stay clear with my energy levels and remain alert towards others, so as to meet the Shining Sun with a happy smile from my heart.
Let me hastily add, whatever the energy level of others is, it should not bother me. And it won't most positively. :P
Thursday, April 07, 2011
Insanity
It’s zephyr’s duty
to give those eyes
open with a silent mind
a surreal feeling
of beauty countless
It’s these insane eyes
that dream freely
oblivious of big & small
bring a candid smile
even on the naught
Is it not sad
for no zephyr and eyes
have time to meet
in the game of life
that’s ever changing?
Is there anyone
who could catch the
near extinct ‘zephyr’
to whistle at mass of eyes
their right to insanity?
to give those eyes
open with a silent mind
a surreal feeling
of beauty countless
It’s these insane eyes
that dream freely
oblivious of big & small
bring a candid smile
even on the naught
Is it not sad
for no zephyr and eyes
have time to meet
in the game of life
that’s ever changing?
Is there anyone
who could catch the
near extinct ‘zephyr’
to whistle at mass of eyes
their right to insanity?
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
When...
The loud and continuous cry was intolerable to hear. And this cry for life made me literally cry. It was the desperate cry of a roadside pig being brutally caught and/or murdered by the eaters of flesh. Sitting inside the comforts of home, I felt so helpless. My whole being shuddered.
With no offence meant, I, due to my brought up and availability of knowledge in this life, cannot understand how one could enjoy the torture of another living being just to fulfill his/her interests.
Do I, as a part of humanity, owe an explanation for all such injustices done on this planet?
Is it an achievement to overpower a weakling?
When will we be ready to take up the challenge of seeing every being as our own?
With no offence meant, I, due to my brought up and availability of knowledge in this life, cannot understand how one could enjoy the torture of another living being just to fulfill his/her interests.
Do I, as a part of humanity, owe an explanation for all such injustices done on this planet?
Is it an achievement to overpower a weakling?
When will we be ready to take up the challenge of seeing every being as our own?
Sunday, March 20, 2011
It's a world of freewill afterall
The world is burning. No two day appears same. It seems everybody is fast fulfilling their destructing agendas of life. Somewhere in the corner of the world, somebody or many are writhing in pain indescribable.
On the other side, yesterday night, I climbed the open terrace to see the Super Moon. It appeared so very beautiful in the company of twinkling stars. I managed to see even a shooting star. There was also a flight blinking its lights against the grand sky. A cool breeze too was blowing to set my mood light.
The light from the seemingly long dead stars gave an impression that they are very much real to my eyes. What a magnificent illusion it is!
Yet I became a child. All too sudden, I wanted to embrace all with my love.
God’s creation is so beautiful. Why does man not have time to enjoy this creation? Why is he hell bent on destructing each other?
I only have the right to feel helpless because I am living in a world of freewill. It is here that we have darkness and light. It is here that we have shadows of light.
By the way, yesterday night, in the serenity's midst, a thought to keep a temporary full stop to blogging crossed my mind.
On the other side, yesterday night, I climbed the open terrace to see the Super Moon. It appeared so very beautiful in the company of twinkling stars. I managed to see even a shooting star. There was also a flight blinking its lights against the grand sky. A cool breeze too was blowing to set my mood light.
The light from the seemingly long dead stars gave an impression that they are very much real to my eyes. What a magnificent illusion it is!
Yet I became a child. All too sudden, I wanted to embrace all with my love.
God’s creation is so beautiful. Why does man not have time to enjoy this creation? Why is he hell bent on destructing each other?
I only have the right to feel helpless because I am living in a world of freewill. It is here that we have darkness and light. It is here that we have shadows of light.
By the way, yesterday night, in the serenity's midst, a thought to keep a temporary full stop to blogging crossed my mind.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
From There to Here...
As the flight soared above the land where many memories are intertwined, my eyes saw the quick distancing of flickering lights and the blackness of backwaters & nothingness of space becoming more and more prominent. I remembered a question asked to me just the previous night, “Do you feel bad leaving this island for you’ve spent many years here?”
Do I? I answered, “I don’t know.”
The land appeared no different from any other and the differences meaningless - from above.
After a few days of reaching my homeland, I was again asked, “Could you adjust to the new life now?”
My reply again, “I don’t know as such because my new life here is yet to begin.”
Yes, there.... I had learnt a hard way to dust off all learnings and curl my being in the inner citadel to lead a life of unassuming nature. It is there that I had begun the different phases of inner flights, pathetic bad landings and peaceful understandings.
Here... people will be shocked if I say that I don’t need to sit in front of an altar or visit a temple or chant mantras or a ritual or display of religious symbols outwardly because my affair with God is very private/personal. I find there is more room for implementation of my realisations 'here' than 'there'.
For me, whether it is here or there, it is extremely difficult to find an open mind who could sit with me in silence or who could read/discuss those books along with me and feel the same emotions that emanate from my core.
Even otherwise, for a person with a modest middle class background, upbringing and lifestyle, adapting to the moods of life should be no big deal. And I belong to this middleclass clan.
So, it matters not whether I am here or there.
Do I? I answered, “I don’t know.”
The land appeared no different from any other and the differences meaningless - from above.
After a few days of reaching my homeland, I was again asked, “Could you adjust to the new life now?”
My reply again, “I don’t know as such because my new life here is yet to begin.”
Yes, there.... I had learnt a hard way to dust off all learnings and curl my being in the inner citadel to lead a life of unassuming nature. It is there that I had begun the different phases of inner flights, pathetic bad landings and peaceful understandings.
Here... people will be shocked if I say that I don’t need to sit in front of an altar or visit a temple or chant mantras or a ritual or display of religious symbols outwardly because my affair with God is very private/personal. I find there is more room for implementation of my realisations 'here' than 'there'.
For me, whether it is here or there, it is extremely difficult to find an open mind who could sit with me in silence or who could read/discuss those books along with me and feel the same emotions that emanate from my core.
Even otherwise, for a person with a modest middle class background, upbringing and lifestyle, adapting to the moods of life should be no big deal. And I belong to this middleclass clan.
So, it matters not whether I am here or there.
Monday, March 14, 2011
It's time...
Death is imminent in everybody's lives. Death is not a punishment nor can the means of death be a random act. Death is the greatest illusion of separation and sorrow. Yet, death is one reality that grounds our lives on this greatest karmic school, earth, with bonds & relationships. To go a step further, death is actually an entry to our next level of understanding towards Perfection after learning our lessons on this beautiful blue gem. Many a life we have all led with or without this understanding.
My Guruji always stresses the importance of being a human being first with the qualities of compassion, kindness, sharing and love while living here. One look at the present world (at the level of collective consciousness) would give us a jolt where we stand on these parameters.
It's time to remain quiet and pray for the peace of the individual and the world.
It's time to extend hands of care, concern & love to each other.
It's time we realise that every day is a blessed beginning... a new dawn.... a new life full of grace.
Yes, it's time to lead a life of a human being.
It's high time for me to go silent.
My Guruji always stresses the importance of being a human being first with the qualities of compassion, kindness, sharing and love while living here. One look at the present world (at the level of collective consciousness) would give us a jolt where we stand on these parameters.
It's time to remain quiet and pray for the peace of the individual and the world.
It's time to extend hands of care, concern & love to each other.
It's time we realise that every day is a blessed beginning... a new dawn.... a new life full of grace.
Yes, it's time to lead a life of a human being.
It's high time for me to go silent.
Tuesday, March 08, 2011
Levels of relationships
During the second week of February (before the breakdown of events), we received a call from one of our friends that his baby was hospitalised with jaundice. We rushed to the hospital during the visitors' hours on the same evening. She is a chubby 5-month old baby making lilting tunes to herself happily. The only indication of her illness was the drips and wires connected to her left leg. After spending a considerable time in the ward that included my silent prayers, I came out and joined my husband and the baby's father, who were discussing something seriously. Upon my consolation of a few words that she'd be alright soon, the father broke down and started crying because he could not bear to see his angelic daughter suffer. I was touched upon seeing this unconditional love. Indeed the girl became alright in a couple of days.
Personally I've decades of experience with hospitals and seen many types of patients, their caretakers and situations too. I still remember the lady whom I met in one of the mornings of January 2007. It was one of those tough days when my late Mother was fighting with her breath with all her might in ICU for 21 days. And I was sitting alone outside the ICU. This lady (whose husband was hospitalised due to heart attack) walked towards me and gave me an inner jerk that she knew face reading and that she was stunned to see a calm 'me' amidst the chaotic surroundings. She was observing me for two days and was so intrigued by my calmness that she could not stop talking with me it seemed. She also revealed a few interesting facts about my life which she possibly could not know. We became good friends in the next two days, took me to her posh house, pampered me and also poured out her sad life story. She could not speak or write in English and hence she wanted me to write her story to the world so that people will learn lessons from that. I was very much touched by her spontaneous friendliness, openness and love. Of course, I didn't write her story yet; nor do I intend to share it with anyone.
It is strange that we get connected with some in a matter of moments and never with some even after years of liaising. There are different invisible laws that govern these strings. It was not too late when I realised that any relationship that connects the bodies or minds or intellects or their combinations has its toll of emotional ups and downs. It's because the barriers are constructed at the levels of BMI.
At the level of the Soul, we are always connected by divine love. There's beauty and peace at this level. Let us embrace each other with this love and allow it to flow through you and me in abundance towards the world.
Personally I've decades of experience with hospitals and seen many types of patients, their caretakers and situations too. I still remember the lady whom I met in one of the mornings of January 2007. It was one of those tough days when my late Mother was fighting with her breath with all her might in ICU for 21 days. And I was sitting alone outside the ICU. This lady (whose husband was hospitalised due to heart attack) walked towards me and gave me an inner jerk that she knew face reading and that she was stunned to see a calm 'me' amidst the chaotic surroundings. She was observing me for two days and was so intrigued by my calmness that she could not stop talking with me it seemed. She also revealed a few interesting facts about my life which she possibly could not know. We became good friends in the next two days, took me to her posh house, pampered me and also poured out her sad life story. She could not speak or write in English and hence she wanted me to write her story to the world so that people will learn lessons from that. I was very much touched by her spontaneous friendliness, openness and love. Of course, I didn't write her story yet; nor do I intend to share it with anyone.
It is strange that we get connected with some in a matter of moments and never with some even after years of liaising. There are different invisible laws that govern these strings. It was not too late when I realised that any relationship that connects the bodies or minds or intellects or their combinations has its toll of emotional ups and downs. It's because the barriers are constructed at the levels of BMI.
At the level of the Soul, we are always connected by divine love. There's beauty and peace at this level. Let us embrace each other with this love and allow it to flow through you and me in abundance towards the world.
Wednesday, March 02, 2011
Against the rides of gray and grey
Last week, my son asked me, “Lots of gray hair I could see. Why don’t you dye your hair?” When I asked him, “Why should I?”, he shrugged his shoulders and went away. Again he said today, “So much of gray hair near your face which is why it is visible. Do something Amma. You look old.” I laughed.
Yes, it is true that in these past two months, a lot of white strands have sprouted much to my astonishment. The reason could never be ‘worry’ because I don’t worry at all about anything (I mean it) even in the strangest of situations which is a boon bestowed on me by God, which I am sure about. :)
Like gray hair, people generally associate loss of memory to old age. There was a friends’ meet yesterday morning. As soon as I opened the cupboard thinking what to wear, a sari caught my attention and wondered who gave me as a gift because I don’t buy saris at all these days. Please note that I get such gifts very rarely and that I should not forget if it were one.
Immediately a face flashed in front of me. Next moment I was asking her on the phone (since she has a very strong memory), “Do you remember me telling you about a gift that I got............? Who do you think would have given this to me?” She retorted, “Padmaja, what is this? It is I who gave you the sari last November. So soon you forgot…” Hehe….. We both had a good laugh at the expense of my strong memory power.
I am prone to forgetting things since my childhood and hence always end up with embarrassing situations. It has nothing to do with my passing youth. I manage such situations with a silent smile. And then the Universe steps in to my rescue.:):D
Let the gray hair and grey cells proclaim whatever they want. According to me, I am ever young at heart. I don’t care if anyone disagrees with me on this count, even if I've mixed up the usage of gray and grey. :)
Yes, it is true that in these past two months, a lot of white strands have sprouted much to my astonishment. The reason could never be ‘worry’ because I don’t worry at all about anything (I mean it) even in the strangest of situations which is a boon bestowed on me by God, which I am sure about. :)
Like gray hair, people generally associate loss of memory to old age. There was a friends’ meet yesterday morning. As soon as I opened the cupboard thinking what to wear, a sari caught my attention and wondered who gave me as a gift because I don’t buy saris at all these days. Please note that I get such gifts very rarely and that I should not forget if it were one.
Immediately a face flashed in front of me. Next moment I was asking her on the phone (since she has a very strong memory), “Do you remember me telling you about a gift that I got............? Who do you think would have given this to me?” She retorted, “Padmaja, what is this? It is I who gave you the sari last November. So soon you forgot…” Hehe….. We both had a good laugh at the expense of my strong memory power.
I am prone to forgetting things since my childhood and hence always end up with embarrassing situations. It has nothing to do with my passing youth. I manage such situations with a silent smile. And then the Universe steps in to my rescue.:):D
Let the gray hair and grey cells proclaim whatever they want. According to me, I am ever young at heart. I don’t care if anyone disagrees with me on this count, even if I've mixed up the usage of gray and grey. :)
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Nuggets of truth
There are a few ripples of thoughts of different diameters having one centre i.e. truth....
* The citizens of Bahrain had to experience an unprecedented situation a few days back. It was hard to believe. It is so even now. What was even more disturbing and painful for many of my friends was the fact that none of their 'so-believed' near and dear ones bothered to call or mail or text out of concern even after 3-4 days of mounting tensions. Out came their insights too hearing which I was glad. :D
* I was given an opportunity to visit a local autism centre two months back, thanks to my friend who worked there for sometime. Needless to say that I was deeply moved. To quote one incident, a boy of around 10 years who is my friend's student once came running upon seeing her, hugged, kissed and asked her, "Why are you not coming these days?" I was so touched by this simple demonstration of pure love. Sometimes I feel, mentally challenged know the power of love much better than sane minds. :)
* Many times I have seen that, what people speak or write are not what they are. I feel sad for their souls, for it is worse than cheating others. In the book 'The Third Eye' by Lobsang Rampa, the author would have narrated how scared he was as a young boy when he first saw a man in fire. His Master would explain that it was the aura of the man in anger/rage. Imagine if every one can see every other person's aura and read others' thoughts, how would this world be! :)
* While thinking about the ongoing power dramas of the world, I rewound my life trail with a smile. I realised that I am neither a born leader nor made. There is no urge in me to hog the limelight or prove my point to anyone. I am not an intelligent being. I have no hidden talents, gifts or agendas to impress anyone even by accident. I have no interest in terms of gold, career, property etc. Hmmm....From a distance, I could realise what a bore I am..... :D Btw, I am at peace with these truths and so I am in peace. :)
Amen!
* The citizens of Bahrain had to experience an unprecedented situation a few days back. It was hard to believe. It is so even now. What was even more disturbing and painful for many of my friends was the fact that none of their 'so-believed' near and dear ones bothered to call or mail or text out of concern even after 3-4 days of mounting tensions. Out came their insights too hearing which I was glad. :D
* I was given an opportunity to visit a local autism centre two months back, thanks to my friend who worked there for sometime. Needless to say that I was deeply moved. To quote one incident, a boy of around 10 years who is my friend's student once came running upon seeing her, hugged, kissed and asked her, "Why are you not coming these days?" I was so touched by this simple demonstration of pure love. Sometimes I feel, mentally challenged know the power of love much better than sane minds. :)
* Many times I have seen that, what people speak or write are not what they are. I feel sad for their souls, for it is worse than cheating others. In the book 'The Third Eye' by Lobsang Rampa, the author would have narrated how scared he was as a young boy when he first saw a man in fire. His Master would explain that it was the aura of the man in anger/rage. Imagine if every one can see every other person's aura and read others' thoughts, how would this world be! :)
* While thinking about the ongoing power dramas of the world, I rewound my life trail with a smile. I realised that I am neither a born leader nor made. There is no urge in me to hog the limelight or prove my point to anyone. I am not an intelligent being. I have no hidden talents, gifts or agendas to impress anyone even by accident. I have no interest in terms of gold, career, property etc. Hmmm....From a distance, I could realise what a bore I am..... :D Btw, I am at peace with these truths and so I am in peace. :)
Amen!
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Choices of life
Boiling down to the one truth, everything – our physical bodies, earth, five elements, sun, solar system, invisible currents, electromagnetic grids, seen, unseen, everything, everything - in this Universe is Energy. We are also aware that movement is the only constant motion in the Cosmos. Based on these truths, without referring Physics books any sane mind can make out that these energies get transformed from one to another for the sustenance of Universe.
What makes our lives very special on this earth is 'the emotions' that we are bestowed upon. These emotions are broadly inclined towards light and darkness and this is the game plan that we have agreed upon with a set of laws to abide, when we, the souls, descended down to 'live' in a 3D world. Though love is our original nature, when it is expressed through our BMI, it becomes the most beautiful emotion of light to experience.
As I carefully watch the recent developments in Bahrain and the world, I can only pray for blossoming of love in all hearts for a peaceful transition.
Let us remember......... energies are at work and the overflowing 6.5 billion people on this earth must learn very important lessons of life very fast. It makes no difference any more where we live and what we do.
Because we are at the crucial crossroad to make right choices of life. And we must learn to accept and love all.
What makes our lives very special on this earth is 'the emotions' that we are bestowed upon. These emotions are broadly inclined towards light and darkness and this is the game plan that we have agreed upon with a set of laws to abide, when we, the souls, descended down to 'live' in a 3D world. Though love is our original nature, when it is expressed through our BMI, it becomes the most beautiful emotion of light to experience.
As I carefully watch the recent developments in Bahrain and the world, I can only pray for blossoming of love in all hearts for a peaceful transition.
Let us remember......... energies are at work and the overflowing 6.5 billion people on this earth must learn very important lessons of life very fast. It makes no difference any more where we live and what we do.
Because we are at the crucial crossroad to make right choices of life. And we must learn to accept and love all.
Monday, February 14, 2011
How beautiful our lives would be....
............
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...if we are all self-composed, not imposing any of our emotions, thoughts, words and blows on others!
...when we (are allowed to) immerse ourselves in a timeless zone on that we are passionate about without an iota of tiredness and external intrusion!
...where there will be no pains and fear!
...when we learn to live beyond anything that is 'sharp'!
...when we dream daringly to see all beings as whole and One!
Such a world and life is not too far.
Let us shape ourselves soon and shine in our own light and love!
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P.S.
1) I was surprised to hear the surprise question from a friend yesterday - "How would you react when you see pigeons now in that place? Do you still have that longing and pain?" My reply - "There is no longing or pain now. There is only pure joy when I see pigeons." :)
2) I am not comfortable with anything that's sharp, including kitchen knives. It's weird undoubtedly! :)
3) Of course, sharp insights are very much needed to live the above. :)
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...if we are all self-composed, not imposing any of our emotions, thoughts, words and blows on others!
...when we (are allowed to) immerse ourselves in a timeless zone on that we are passionate about without an iota of tiredness and external intrusion!
...where there will be no pains and fear!
...when we learn to live beyond anything that is 'sharp'!
...when we dream daringly to see all beings as whole and One!
Such a world and life is not too far.
Let us shape ourselves soon and shine in our own light and love!
....................
P.S.
1) I was surprised to hear the surprise question from a friend yesterday - "How would you react when you see pigeons now in that place? Do you still have that longing and pain?" My reply - "There is no longing or pain now. There is only pure joy when I see pigeons." :)
2) I am not comfortable with anything that's sharp, including kitchen knives. It's weird undoubtedly! :)
3) Of course, sharp insights are very much needed to live the above. :)
Monday, February 07, 2011
Fly sky-high
It appears, the mechanical grind of everyday life urges everyone to hurry up their agendas of life fast and make a quick exit, churning the same old selfish grooves again and again in the cosmic playground. There's no time for a genuine smile, a gentle touch or soft words. But these seemingly simple gestures cannot be mastered easily, of course. Most of the times, an open ended receiver is emotionally or spiritually uplifted and hence I term them as 'magical'.
There are certain things in life which can weave such a magic without the help of a second or third person. One such is watching the sky. It's been my favourite since my childhood. Here, what one sees or perceives is left to the imagination of the individual because what I see is not what you see. :)
Yesterday night, while watching the sky (though Bahrain has the most unromantic sky to look at as it is minus stars always), I wanted to sketch my feelings with words but then I could not.....simply. Can the vastness of love be captured with a few words?
That reminds me that I, the citizen of earth, too belong to the same sky. :)
There are certain things in life which can weave such a magic without the help of a second or third person. One such is watching the sky. It's been my favourite since my childhood. Here, what one sees or perceives is left to the imagination of the individual because what I see is not what you see. :)
Yesterday night, while watching the sky (though Bahrain has the most unromantic sky to look at as it is minus stars always), I wanted to sketch my feelings with words but then I could not.....simply. Can the vastness of love be captured with a few words?
That reminds me that I, the citizen of earth, too belong to the same sky. :)
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Light Channeling
I was a part of a conversation in a small group of friends yesterday afternoon when a friend's son of around 15 years walked in and asked me, "So you are talking about Light Channeling?" For a moment I became speechless. His voice appeared as an expression of mockery but then I brushed my thoughts aside. After all, he is a child. Thanks to his innocent remark, I am making a self-tour in this blog. :)
I rarely talk about my path to anyone. However, whenever anyone approaches during their critical moments of despair, I do pray diligently with all my heart and soul but my one request to him/her would be to do light channelling with a clear explanation of how it works for the self and the world. Because I know for sure what it really means. And I will never interfere in anybody's freewill. And I have NO personal gains of any sort whatsoever in this regard. And I don't mix up my other commitments with my personal choices.
I was reminded of all those great Masters who must have swam across strong tides of immature beliefs and closedness to instill some sanity into people's minds living at that point in time.
In fact, I feel very happy that I've successfully broken all inner barriers of customs, beliefs, boundaries, myths, sounds, colours & forms conditioned in this life and chosen the Path of Light, which accepts, acknowledges and illumines the greatness of all faiths and beyond.
After all, Truth is One which could be decoded by everyone. Any wrong rubbing on any one part of Creation would surely have a domino effect on the other. The chaos in the present world is a great example of closed minds.
So, on Amara Jayanti day (February 1), I shall personally do more light channelling as a tribute to this silent & great Light Master, Maharshi Amara.
I rarely talk about my path to anyone. However, whenever anyone approaches during their critical moments of despair, I do pray diligently with all my heart and soul but my one request to him/her would be to do light channelling with a clear explanation of how it works for the self and the world. Because I know for sure what it really means. And I will never interfere in anybody's freewill. And I have NO personal gains of any sort whatsoever in this regard. And I don't mix up my other commitments with my personal choices.
I was reminded of all those great Masters who must have swam across strong tides of immature beliefs and closedness to instill some sanity into people's minds living at that point in time.
In fact, I feel very happy that I've successfully broken all inner barriers of customs, beliefs, boundaries, myths, sounds, colours & forms conditioned in this life and chosen the Path of Light, which accepts, acknowledges and illumines the greatness of all faiths and beyond.
After all, Truth is One which could be decoded by everyone. Any wrong rubbing on any one part of Creation would surely have a domino effect on the other. The chaos in the present world is a great example of closed minds.
So, on Amara Jayanti day (February 1), I shall personally do more light channelling as a tribute to this silent & great Light Master, Maharshi Amara.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
An end is a beginning
My heart leapt in joy. Oh yes, tears too came out.
What could be the reason for my joy one may wonder? Don’t laugh because what is unimportant for others is invariably very important for me. And during moments which demand exhibition of intense emotions by ordinary standards, I just stay still............ no words, no emotions, nothing....... just empty..... totally detached.
Well, two beautiful pigeons with captivating patterns of colours have inspected the same place where the drama of creation and destruction happened in front of my eyes. This I saw accidentally when I entered into the kitchen to prepare lunch. After spending nearly 3 hours of discussion and clean-up, they both flew away, oblivious of what had transpired in that space a month ago.
Those two chubby pigeons appeared divine to my eyes, as if to teach me the lesson of the temporariness of the world one more time - an end is a beginning.
Not only that, all these days my heart secretly yearned for at least a visit of pigeons to that empty place. My wish was fulfilled so soon, which I didn’t expect, which was the reason for my emotional outburst. :)
Now that the winter harshness is slowing down here, I am just waiting if God would give me one more opportunity to celebrate life with those pigeons as a witness. If it happens, it is fine. If not, that is also fine.
Lord Krishna, you cannot laugh alone all the time. I am here to give you company......
What could be the reason for my joy one may wonder? Don’t laugh because what is unimportant for others is invariably very important for me. And during moments which demand exhibition of intense emotions by ordinary standards, I just stay still............ no words, no emotions, nothing....... just empty..... totally detached.
Well, two beautiful pigeons with captivating patterns of colours have inspected the same place where the drama of creation and destruction happened in front of my eyes. This I saw accidentally when I entered into the kitchen to prepare lunch. After spending nearly 3 hours of discussion and clean-up, they both flew away, oblivious of what had transpired in that space a month ago.
Those two chubby pigeons appeared divine to my eyes, as if to teach me the lesson of the temporariness of the world one more time - an end is a beginning.
Not only that, all these days my heart secretly yearned for at least a visit of pigeons to that empty place. My wish was fulfilled so soon, which I didn’t expect, which was the reason for my emotional outburst. :)
Now that the winter harshness is slowing down here, I am just waiting if God would give me one more opportunity to celebrate life with those pigeons as a witness. If it happens, it is fine. If not, that is also fine.
Lord Krishna, you cannot laugh alone all the time. I am here to give you company......
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Winter prayer
If you have not read Mitch Albom’s ‘Have a Little Faith’, please do read without fail. After ‘Tuesdays with Morrie’, Mitch has written another book straight from the heart. In fact, I read this book last July when my Mother was hospitalized. As if to savour all the emotions contained therein to match the ongoing hospital scenario, I read this book slowly then. It’s about the request of a Jewish Rabbi to Mitch to write a eulogy after his death and also the author’s parallel rendezvous with a highly impoverished but large-hearted & determined Pastor Henry Covington during this period of learning.
This winter is severe throughout the world. This reminds me of the said Pastor how he struggled hard to give warm clothing & bed and hot food for the homeless in winter, in spite of no funds at his end thus exhibiting his faith in the words of his Master, Jesus Christ.
Bahrain too is experiencing unusual winter showers for the past two days thus sending us thrills and shivers. The gray sky, washed buildings, water logged ground, dirty roads, my frozen feet and nose, urgent birds with inconsequential tweets– all these and more when I watch from my bedroom window during this day’s morning silence, I wonder Life can’t be any better for me.
Life appears perfect when you are alone. To live this perfect life, my mornings are generally reserved for my musings and silence, and hence no human interference is encouraged otherwise. For the past few days, one of the musings that disturbs me is about those homeless humans, stray animals and birds all across the globe being beaten by winter harshness.
I am not that great Pastor of action but a simple being of inaction with a lot of limitations. So, I pray in silence.
May the power of all such prayers bring those shivering beings some warmth!
This winter is severe throughout the world. This reminds me of the said Pastor how he struggled hard to give warm clothing & bed and hot food for the homeless in winter, in spite of no funds at his end thus exhibiting his faith in the words of his Master, Jesus Christ.
Bahrain too is experiencing unusual winter showers for the past two days thus sending us thrills and shivers. The gray sky, washed buildings, water logged ground, dirty roads, my frozen feet and nose, urgent birds with inconsequential tweets– all these and more when I watch from my bedroom window during this day’s morning silence, I wonder Life can’t be any better for me.
Life appears perfect when you are alone. To live this perfect life, my mornings are generally reserved for my musings and silence, and hence no human interference is encouraged otherwise. For the past few days, one of the musings that disturbs me is about those homeless humans, stray animals and birds all across the globe being beaten by winter harshness.
I am not that great Pastor of action but a simple being of inaction with a lot of limitations. So, I pray in silence.
May the power of all such prayers bring those shivering beings some warmth!
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Have you ever...
* felt an overwhelming emotion of gratitude?
* been swept away by any writer’s / poet’s / artist’s expression of his/her sublime thoughts, visions and dreams?
* melted in the grandeur of nature?
* left all those tears drop all on their own as a tribute to the unconditional love showered on you?
* sat in a corner all alone to savour the joy of heart silently?
* struggled with words to express your feelings of love?
* become numb with the realisation that Grace is incomprehensible?
* taken shelter in silence during situations and smile from the heart?
According to me, the above listed is not the weakness of a soul; rather it is the soul’s power that shines through in its onward march in the path of truth and love. This path is always narrow and the uninterested get dropped off on their own.
If you are living the above, you are living Life. If you are living Life, you are living in Light. And I am in love with all such lives. :)
* been swept away by any writer’s / poet’s / artist’s expression of his/her sublime thoughts, visions and dreams?
* melted in the grandeur of nature?
* left all those tears drop all on their own as a tribute to the unconditional love showered on you?
* sat in a corner all alone to savour the joy of heart silently?
* struggled with words to express your feelings of love?
* become numb with the realisation that Grace is incomprehensible?
* taken shelter in silence during situations and smile from the heart?
According to me, the above listed is not the weakness of a soul; rather it is the soul’s power that shines through in its onward march in the path of truth and love. This path is always narrow and the uninterested get dropped off on their own.
If you are living the above, you are living Life. If you are living Life, you are living in Light. And I am in love with all such lives. :)
Monday, January 10, 2011
A sane thought
Both the babies were born to the same Mother in just a day’s gap. One baby could not survive for long which the Mother realized and pushed the dead baby aside to protect the other. The very next day, the other baby too died and the Mother flew away after sometime.
Having witnessed this drama of 18 days of intense incubation by those lovely pigeons across my kitchen window, my heart felt pain when I saw the death of both the squabs. In fact, I waited patiently for a couple of days for the Mother to return to the place to reminisce its memories but both the pigeons didn’t. At least I didn’t see or hear.
I remember how I used to work noiselessly in my kitchen so as not to disturb the incubating pigeons. I still remember their glistening eyes full of love while sitting on the eggs for 6-8 hours at a stretch with no entertainment, food, water etc. and how the parents took turns as if they've understood the parenthood well. I also remember how much I rejoiced when the babies came out of the eggs.
Do those pigeons mourn their loss somewhere or not? Or have they moved on with their lives?
Has not Lord Krishna quoted pigeons as one of the teachers of Avadhuta (Srimad Bhagavatam) about how their attachment towards their children killed them? But I have learnt different lessons from these pigeons last year.
After all, it won’t really matter to my dead body or the flying soul whether anyone cries or be happy after my death, isn’t it?
Having witnessed this drama of 18 days of intense incubation by those lovely pigeons across my kitchen window, my heart felt pain when I saw the death of both the squabs. In fact, I waited patiently for a couple of days for the Mother to return to the place to reminisce its memories but both the pigeons didn’t. At least I didn’t see or hear.
I remember how I used to work noiselessly in my kitchen so as not to disturb the incubating pigeons. I still remember their glistening eyes full of love while sitting on the eggs for 6-8 hours at a stretch with no entertainment, food, water etc. and how the parents took turns as if they've understood the parenthood well. I also remember how much I rejoiced when the babies came out of the eggs.
Do those pigeons mourn their loss somewhere or not? Or have they moved on with their lives?
Has not Lord Krishna quoted pigeons as one of the teachers of Avadhuta (Srimad Bhagavatam) about how their attachment towards their children killed them? But I have learnt different lessons from these pigeons last year.
After all, it won’t really matter to my dead body or the flying soul whether anyone cries or be happy after my death, isn’t it?
Saturday, January 08, 2011
The science of words
It is not easy to keep up with our own words, more specially those casual ones that get strewn as we walk along the day carelessly. Who cares to know in this world what kind of science is involved behind the delivery of those simple ‘yes’ and ‘no’?
Frankly, this past one month I was struggling hard to fit in two things in my schedule, for which I had given the word of ‘yes’. Finally completed them both yesterday. They were
1) to watch ‘Peepli Live’
2) to read 'Heroes of Olympus – The Lost Hero’
‘Peepli Live’ is a comical satire (certified 'A') where the hero delivers just bare minimum words. The film had triggered my anger and helplessness at the same time towards those manipulating politicians and media. The film is down-to-earth real in terms of cast and dialogues. In fact, I was stunned by the casualness with which the brothers decide who should commit suicide. Mother Earth is being abused in many, many ways which is intolerable. My Lord, are you listening to my plea?
Secondly, I enjoyed reading the big bound book ‘The Lost Hero’ (meant for teens & pre-teens). :D Here, ironically, Gaia (Mother Nature) is the villain who rises the giants from death and slumber to vanquish the proud gods. Just like his earlier series, Rick Riordan has a way with words to weave stories of mythology.
However, what should be understood mainly from these stories is that only a fearless and egoless person can take up a quest and win always. I wish this subtle point is understood by those teenage minds who read this.
Seriousness apart, I've decided to 'create' time for the whole series of 'Heroes of Olympus' in the coming months.... :)
Coming back to the opening sentence, I am happy that I could keep up my words...... this time too, for, the science of words is of concern for me at present. :)
Frankly, this past one month I was struggling hard to fit in two things in my schedule, for which I had given the word of ‘yes’. Finally completed them both yesterday. They were
1) to watch ‘Peepli Live’
2) to read 'Heroes of Olympus – The Lost Hero’
‘Peepli Live’ is a comical satire (certified 'A') where the hero delivers just bare minimum words. The film had triggered my anger and helplessness at the same time towards those manipulating politicians and media. The film is down-to-earth real in terms of cast and dialogues. In fact, I was stunned by the casualness with which the brothers decide who should commit suicide. Mother Earth is being abused in many, many ways which is intolerable. My Lord, are you listening to my plea?
Secondly, I enjoyed reading the big bound book ‘The Lost Hero’ (meant for teens & pre-teens). :D Here, ironically, Gaia (Mother Nature) is the villain who rises the giants from death and slumber to vanquish the proud gods. Just like his earlier series, Rick Riordan has a way with words to weave stories of mythology.
However, what should be understood mainly from these stories is that only a fearless and egoless person can take up a quest and win always. I wish this subtle point is understood by those teenage minds who read this.
Seriousness apart, I've decided to 'create' time for the whole series of 'Heroes of Olympus' in the coming months.... :)
Coming back to the opening sentence, I am happy that I could keep up my words...... this time too, for, the science of words is of concern for me at present. :)
Saturday, January 01, 2011
Happy New Year
As every second of the clock takes a forward march towards the new year, there seem to be a frenzied hurry everywhere to explore all possible choices in celebration…..worldwide.
I was already asleep at 10:30 pm on New Year’s Eve as if to compensate the hectic running around and dealings with attitudes, more during the whole of last week.
I parted with the year 2010, the year that touched my core in many different ways, in sleep itself and woke up in the year 2011 peacefully.
Happy New Year 2011!
I was already asleep at 10:30 pm on New Year’s Eve as if to compensate the hectic running around and dealings with attitudes, more during the whole of last week.
I parted with the year 2010, the year that touched my core in many different ways, in sleep itself and woke up in the year 2011 peacefully.
Happy New Year 2011!
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