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.
Monday, March 14, 2011
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. :)
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