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.
Saturday, July 30, 2011
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.
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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.
.....
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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!
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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...
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