Pondering over the events related to Salman Rushdie to UP election tamasha to two year old's suffering to Assange's venture into make-up world to ISRO scientists' disgrace to Tom Cruise in MIGP or any news that I come across or read or witness or experience, it seems as if no other planet can beat our humanity in hosting varieties of life.

It also dawns on me that in spite of bursting 7 billion around me, the strong Connections with the chosen do remain intact at the inner and all others fade into oblivion out of 'their' choices.

Wondering about the work of Divine Intelligence, I am going to hibernate i.e. I may not write here again.

Bye to the blog world!

Join if you can

As a principle, I have stopped wearing silk saris long back. Also, mild touch-ups on the face. Also, gold ensembles. Also, worrying about performance appraisal results. Literally I am a nobody in the society living Emily Dickinson's words with no power statement up my sleeve. So, no thing should generate interest in a commoner to strike a friendship with me.

But I have a weakness and that is books. Yet I can clearly say that the intellectual phase is long over for me. Thank God! Otherwise I too would be clambering as one among millions who actually doesn't know what (s)he speaks.

I am happy that my day is spent with school children and in silence other times. And how happy I am that I too can join thousands of children this year on a very special day i.e. Feb 1 in silence to spread Light, Love & Peace!

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Masala effect

Any little act of kindness overwhelms me. I wish to stay inside this bubble always. But then who does not? :-)

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Tests are opportunities but we become alert only after failing in them. :-)

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When I happen to see a friendship crack in front of my eyes, I feel very bad. Well, emotions are very powerful indeed.

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On a lighter vein...... last year ended with an unexpected comment from a grandma of a old-age home - "Is your college off today?" :-P

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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!

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.

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.....

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!

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.

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. :)

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! :)

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........

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..... :)

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.

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.....

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...

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.

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?

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… :)

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.

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.