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?
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
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. :)
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