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.....
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
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.
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