The New Beginning..

 

 

As much as the name sounds exciting, am I as mankind ready for it?

The beginning is a very good place to start, as afresh, my page is clear.

Looking at what has happened, I know I am not being wishful.

This is a period of retrospection, understanding my follies as mankind, introspection, and resolving with resilience.

 

In continuation, I as mankind…..

Am into a lock down, one of its kind.

Could I call my now the start of a new beginning?

Flooded all around me by me are messages of awareness, of sensations, of humour, of tragedy of love and of compassion.

Mankind a bundle of memories and experiences,can I see beyond?

As I move away from the elements of my making, a part of me, stands out, to observe another part of me.

Two poles apart.

Suddenly it dawned on me that I as mankind, had within me, all of it.

The silent doers, and the loud doers.

The go-getters, the Samaritans and the no gooders.

But they all comprised within me.

Each of me had a part of them though the proportions differed.

I am under going the effects of a huge devastation, a catastrophe which is aimed to destruct that part of me, which destructs.

Destruct that part of me ,which is filled with guilt and despair, and so destructs.

Guilt at not conforming to the calls of a so called conditioned society, a society bent on bending you off your bend.

The extent you bend in, is the extent you have to go to bend out.

Then this guilt of not performing leads to despair.

Today as I sit in the close confines of my home, I am neither guilty or in despair,

As I grope inward, there is a whole new world there left unexplored.

Yes me, mankind, asking to go back home.

The home I came to,  Mother earth.

Not the world I made around me.

Love, compassion, wasn’t that what I was ?

The joy of living, I had lost, can it come again?

The artificial face of mine, made up all the time, as it slowly fades away,

I can see a beauty unsurpassed.

This beauty attracts all beauty, the beauty of coexisting with the rest, of me, and the rest of fellow living beings.

As I stay in,

I learn

The earth is still providing me with essentials to live on,

The plants, the trees , the birds and animals,  all clearly spelling

“Live and let live”.

They are now living in the space I vacated temporarily,

Yes flying high, in unpolluted surroundings, nostalgic pleasant smells all around.

Still they miss me, I feel it, as a few come on to my window sill, perching cosily as they pick up some food, I left there.

As one of them come closer, looking at me eye to eye,

There is a warmth a love I never felt earlier.

It seemed to be telling me, come out dear friend,

We miss you too.

Though , life seems more peaceful now, we need you too,

You are our most intelligent species, can you come back with a bang,

With the higher intelligence you once possessed?

Those days of co-existing were joyous, where each shared with the other,

Then you switched off, using your mind in things not meant to be.

You diversified into another, making beasts out of man.

Killed your very self, slowly and gradually till you came to this.

Now as you stare at me, and all around, you know as I know too,

You are back, and your strength is the two opposites within,

Whose roles may differ, but they are equal in stature,

And when you look at both with the same eye,

You are back then, mankind,

As then you will be kind to every kind.

So  saying it flew away,

I knew, now I was ready for my new journey,

The new beginning.

So as I begin my new journey, with gratitude to the creator,

I know for sure,

Your pain is mine, as I am the whole of mankind.

For you I am, and I am as I am, a lovely soul in a wonderful body, gifted to me to preserve, until the final call.

And as the call comes in, may I smile and say good bye to all you wonderful fellow men, and creatures of this lovely planet, and leave with a calm, of completing my journey which was living life to the hilt, and giving it all I came in for.

This to me is the new beginning, awarded to me one last time, so that I can lead a life accomplished.

 

 

 

 

 

I Pray to thee ….

I am mankind, well known as the most superior of all living beings.

I was given a higher intelligence, and sensitivity, unlike the other  beings on the surface of the earth.

I was far superior and I knew it.

But what I knew was just this.

I didn’t know or stop to think, that my higher intelligence was given to me for a reason,

For the evolution of the world.

Did I evolve?

Instead , I slowly transgressed, from the higher intelligence to a lower form.

As much as I want to deny so, I have to admit I have..

How may you ask?

It is so because, I was never in gratitude, never felt thankful for what I had.

Took for granted, the blessings I received,

For when I came on this earth, there were things I had earned.

I had earned the right to life, the access to all the essentials required to sustain it.

It was only as I grew, did I take them for granted,

and moved on to greener pastures,

where I was given access to much more, than was rightfully mine.

That was when I enjoyed eating that extra sweet, of my fellow man.

Yes  the art of intelligence , instead of using it to evolve, I used it to snatch what belonged to the other.

Then slowly it became a habit I couldn’t shed.

I always wanted more and more,

Sweetness shifted from the harmless sweet, as it was from money, fame and power did I now extract nectar.

To do so I plundered every sector.

I plundered mother earth, and extracted more from her than she could ever give.

The fruits from her trees , slowly diminished, and were contaminated by my regular pillaging,by chopping trees, and creating space for my devilish activities.

Yes I thought I was the master of the world,

I ruled it and could do as I wanted to it, in it.

None of the other species was spared,

and the ones that survived lived a life of low quality.

There were small messages sent to me by the earth and the sky,

“Let us be , and it is only then can you be, but I could not hear their cry, as I was smitten by my strength and power, and lost no time, in creating a gigantic world for mankind.

A gigantic world so I thought, as I could fly all over the globe without wings,

Sitting at one corner, of the earth, I knew what was happening at the opposite pole.

Was I a magician?

There were times, when I felt so important, and busy, that I had no time to stop and see what was happening all around.

My intelligence invented for me the latest technology,

And now as I flew high, I realised with a sigh,

That the wings that gave me flight, were chopped,

and from the soaring heights as I dropped,

for as I was attacked by none other than the angered nature,

Who bore my atrocities till it  firmly decided it was time for a full stop.

I knew that it was my turn now,

To make amends for the disaster done,to

all of existence.

Now has come the time,

I’m shown my place,

And here I sit still behind the window sill,

Of the fanciful house I built and watch outside, the trees and birds chirp happily in the fresh sunlight,

The sky is cleared of all its dust, and looking above, I can see the stars at night.

The clearing of fog outside, has cleared the fog within,

And as my vision clears up so I see,

A bright tomorrow for you and me,

Where all of life flourishes.

Hence I pray to thee, cleanse me of the dirt I accumulated,

And as I am cleansed,

Out emerges the true me,

Mankind, which is kind, and compassionate,

For everyone, and all kinds,

And as I pray with passionate compassion,

I see the sun emerging on to a new morning.

Yes it indeed is a new beginning.

 

 

 

 

 

 

A tribute…to the heroes of the world..

Addressed to:                                                                                                                              Doctors of the world,

Of all states, and countries,

All pin codes

The world over…

 

On behalf of

Citizens of the world,

Of all states and countries,

All pin codes,

The world over….

 

Dear Doctor,

A word of thanks, seems just too little,

For as we grope, for something to say,

we are speechless, as, we’ve lost our tongues,

Groping on , we found this page, to let you know,

What goes within..

Overwhelmed are we, as we watch the doctors today,

Caring are they, as they stand by all along, looking at Corona in the face.

As it attacks mankind,

With a kind word and a smile on their lips, they treat the frightened,

Scaring away thoughts which engulf their minds,

cause closest to the corona do they stand,

Undeterred  and undaunted are they,

As they fight the battle of the might,

They’ve proved it all along,

Come which one, Corona or Sars,

The virus can be at no par,

When they arrive  at the doctor’s bar.

Our doctors definitely have stood by many a crisis,

So stepping back never arises,

And as they combat the disease,

Without a fear, we feel at ease,

For what would we have done, without our brave soldiers,

Who are non other than our  doctors.

Well gentlemen, of the medical profession,

We have to make a  confession,

In our confusion,

We have often side stepped your decision,

But now we know for sure, that your prescription,

Is a health inscription,

For us to read and follow,

Never to wail and wallow.

When you instruct us to isolate and quarantine,

We will take it in like Corona quinine,

Sanitizing and washing hands,

We adhere to, as you say,

Hygiene and care,

We’ll do all in our share,

For we know , you dare

To combat that deadly enemy,

Which came from nowhere,

To threaten life everywhere

We are with you in your battle against the deadly virus and

As you strive , day and night,

The least we can do is stand by your side,

By following your every command.

Rest assured we will stand our ground,

And as you strive hard and firm,

We’ll soon be able to eradicate the deadly Corona, and end its term.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Sunny side of Corona…

Governed by the side in you, which takes prominence in your life, is what makes us what we are.

No I am not theorising , but am telling you what I know.

The 13th of march, 2020, a day in my life, where Corona did manage to engage me for the longest period of time, creating a dark phase in the otherwise, light side of life,

The more I dwelt the more darker it became, until a time when the phone rang and from the other end sprang up a cheerful voice,

“Hello aunty, how are you?”

“Well whose this, is it Aarti?”

“Yes, aunty, just called to ask how are things with you?”

“Fine darling”, I replied. ( I was lying, I was far from it.)

Well, her bubbly voice, resonated with a tangy tingle from my within, which was associated, with childhood memories of our tangy snacky  chaat, comprising of sev puri, and bhel, India’s age old chaat, enjoyed with the evening chatter, the most sought after period of the day.

So my next very spontaneous  question to her was “Hey, would you like some chaat”?

Sure aunty,  I’ll be right there”, so she said.

Aarti, lit up my otherwise dark evening and as we chatted over chaat, she handed over to me a book by Sark ” Juicy Pens and Thirsty Paper”,

I was half way through the book, when I paused to write this to all of you, I was indeed thirsting to write.

Well here I am penning down all of this, which lay in the dark, within, and bringing it to light by toppling it upside down, so we have that side up which is sunny, that it indeed seems funny , that  a flip over is all you need to come out of a dark spell.

Guys ,as the night ended bringing in the promise of a new morning, so did these few revelations , bring in the sunlight of the day like never before.

Corona came in like a gust to bust the activities we’ve been performing with gusto.

Is it not true that we do not know who we are?

Or what we are doing ,in the world of a strong movement, where all of us whirl around like in a whirl wind?

Look around and you will see, that we have succeeded in creating a world of pollution, by the numerous activities we rush around performing from dawn to dusk, running around like mad hatters, and the more we rush and have no time, the more important we think we are .

Stupid mindless fools!

Its time nature took things in its hands.

Pause a while, get off the giant wheel swaying you back and forth, and round and round,

Look around and as you do so, you will realise you could do without the flamboyance you are living.

Now as panic sets in , you stock up your homes.

It will do you good to remember to pick up the essentials only, as now is not the time to splurge, but to save for the rainy days ahead.

Save  resources, and space out your sources,  enjoying your solitude like never before.

For soon will come the day when you will know the worth of actual living.

Live naturally, live well, eat sufficient and save energy for a better cause,

Cause right now you and me, and all around,

Have to keep still and lie low,

Till the tide passes and wisdom arises,

Where parties and social gatherings, will know their place,

and will occur when ” All work and no play make Jack a dull boy, and not where Jack makes jobs out of them, and so weary does he get, that he forgets, there is a day without them”

Yes, social commitments are so many, that your commitment to yourself  lies far behind.

Today  we all accept a social responsibility as the turn of events suggests we do.

Don’t you think like I do that someone out there, up above, is winking as he smiles at us from above  telling us” Sorry guys, you didn’t see sense , I tried all tricks but they didn’t work, as all of you thought it couldn’t be you.” Now you know it isn’t true,

As Corona can reach out to you and you and you…

So beware friend and learn fast the secret I want to share,

Life is at its best, when you are at rest.
Stress, commitments, competition, all of which the ego fancies, can you stop it all?

As status and power are defined by this madness, and if you dare to oppose so, you are not only looked down at but ridiculed and isolated.

Well most of us get into the band wagon of the mad hatters and the ones who don’t can have the last laugh now.

Corona has come with a bang ,

A calling to oust ridiculous operations, and negative actions.

Does not the corona spell just this?

As health is wealth, and you have come in to this fine earth , so make sure you are here, for as long as you learn,

The secret you came to learn.

Do not get waylaid and focus on  the core of our very existence.

So now dear friends, in the wake of the corona virus, instead of only looking at the fall and fear in it all, lets see the flip side, that in it  we are together, each equipping the other, some with a realisation that all is not about theatres and malls, and social activity, but is also about a society whose socialising is in its actual care to arrest the virus, and prevent it from spreading widespread.

In this society we call ours, in whose good books we will do anything to be in,  lets rush to its clarion call and arrest the virus each in our own ways.

We’ve heard it all,

“Create awareness among your neighbours,”

“Do not crowd and visit too many public places, to avoid contracting or spreading the same”.

For a change can we all sit back and put our energies into constructive use?

On the flip side this is the best time where we can all gather our energies together and positively join hands to safeguard the world from deadly events and virus.

So what if you can’t party, your party begins at home, when as you flip over, you realise there is a lot more on this lovely planet than the so called party, and abuse of resources, we’ve been continuously indulging into over the years.

As the signal turns red, lets stop and explore all possibilities on this side of life, the side unexplored.

The fusion of religion and science where religion is the gathering of energies to focus positively. Using the higher intellect, to study the structure of the physical and natural world,  is science .

Today is the time, when we gather together, cause we are all of one family, over the world over.

Let’s explore this side, the sunny side up, and as we do so , out pops up the special hidden pop up, there is a funny side here, until now  the division of the entire world was distinct, and today as you see it the unison is distinct. Yes, today we are all in unison, universally whole…

Did it take  a Corona Virus to get us all together the world over?

 

 

Women’s Day Special..

As much as I abhor this title, I felt the need to title this blog so.

I did not want to mention this, but the many videos and articles I received on Women’s day, describing the many grievances of women, and how they should fight back for their rights, incited me to write this.

What do you mean by Women’s day?

Is it  just the day you want to be coddled, cuddled pampered and appreciated for all the suffering you have taken, and do you also want to just have your back patted for being the martyr you have been?

OR

is it that day in your life when realisation comes in as to what is the hidden meaning of a woman?

If you are in with the first option, and will be satisfied with all the freebies, and previliges being a woman you can receive for the many sacrifices you have made, in life, then go ahead and enjoy your so called Women’s Day.

And if you are in for the second option, where you feel a lot more is there to it than just the above, then do  read the letter below:

Dear Women,

This is an open letter to all of you, who are women of substance.

I love being a woman, the woman I am.

Female energy, is symbolised as Maa Durga,

The embodiment of Maa Saraswati, Maa Lakshmi, and Maa Kali.

Knowledge- Saraswati, Lakshmi- wealth, and Kali  the divine, though fierce is the goddess of creation, preservation and destruction.

Together is what we’ll define as a woman.

Women empowerment dear friends, Heard it but do we know it?

Well it stems from the correct use of all these powers.

Knowledge bountiful, stems from within, as wisdom does, which empowers the woman of those qualities, which only she can possess.

Cool, Calm, patient, she is the one who can top all when it comes to crisis management in the family.

Well, she can thus sustain the wealth in the family, by ensuring, health, happiness and love, the true wealth.

And to top it all she and she is the only one, who can create an environment of  peace and good will, empowering the younger woman to flower into a woman with a free will and free spirit, and create a haven on earth free from oppression, supression, and free from the mass screaming of women who shout and demand for their rights.

Women’s lib they call it.

Well how can they be liberated when sustaining their down trodden status are women suppressing them.

Women are the enemies of women, and they appear in the form of sadistic mother in laws, elder women, who happen to gain a status in life, after being suppressed all their life.

Now they take sadistic pleasure in suppressing the younger women, seeing that they wither before they bloom.

Come on women, whom are you trying to fool?

The world? or are you fooling yourself in believing that some one else is responsible for women being down trodden?

“We have suffered all our lives, and now we have a right to live on our terms”, say the women of many seasons.

Yes you  do , I agree, but as you grow you are wise enough to know, that you can live the years you lost,

In the lives of your little daughters, daughter in laws and all the young women who are about to bloom today.

Please use your position today, to help them bloom, realise your dream in theirs, isin’t it one and the same?

Think about it .

For eg: If you are a mother in law, then understand that your daughter in law needs the space and freedom, you never got, and give it to her, by offering her a helping hand with soothing compassion so that she can follow her dream, and in seeing her realising hers, you will ultimately know you have realised yours too.

Instead if you live with a vengeance feeling victimised all the time and so with a vengeance want to hit back by making her the punching bag, then sorry to say you have contributed in creating a society where women will continue to be down trodden, and suppressed because the beasts are not the men, but women of your kind.

It has happened earlier and will go on for time immemorial, as you do not want to be one of those who can step down, thus breaking the chain of a never ending cycle.

You can be a trend setter, step down and claim your true position, by being a  true women, a woman of substance,  and stand up for women, cause women in power can do wonders like the goddess Kali, only see that goddess Saraswati moves along with you, and then as goddess Lakshmi assists you in holding on to the wealth of your knowledge, that is when you can create a new world and destroy  evil from a society like the goddess of Kali.

Come on dear women wake up to the clarion call, our women need to bloom into the beauties they are.

Liberate yourselves from old conditioning and embrace the new generation with warmth and love, and then the passion that comes in with compassion will make the world spellbound as  it will be filled with blooming flowers of love and light everywhere.

 

 

As you bust the block..

Bust the Block that pins you down,

Refusing to let you fly on,

Far away where your heart awaits,

Far beyond you can comprehend,

And far away from the tyranny of the ego,

That ego that never sets you free,

As its gilded cage, is like a bait,

Yes the trap is set, and you fall in,

All along,  you think you do,

All that has to be done,

Well stop a while my dear friend and look around,

Was this the meaning of life?

Or was it the block you refuse to let go?

Urging you on to the path of despair,

Cause yonder comes the day,

When your services are no longer required,

Then my dear friend  do you feel cheated,

Or do you take it in your stride.

Well the ones who feel cheated, have ego by their side,

The very ego that  said, you are the best,

You are indispensable, one of a kind,

Oh what a find,

You always do for others, and never think of yourself,

Oh what a noble soul are you

All along it cheated you to believe, you were a find,

And weary though you were, you worked till your body, gave way,

To aches and pains, and the mind though weary,

Goaded by the ego, and the flatter,

Bent itself till it cracked.

Then came the day , when it was no longer needed,

This didn’t go well with the ego,

It hurt, and protested,

Only to realise it was to dead walls.

Then as it lay, sad and disgruntled,

A voice from within, said to it, please vacate,

I am here to take my rightful place,

Yes the block was busted,

And along with the heart,

Came in the light,

Of love and joy,

As out flew the real you,

Who knew, then, that this was for real,

Away from the image of the mind,

Joyous in its find,

Oblivious of hurt and pain,

As the blocks busted

It opened the doors to the heart,

The heart said ” I am your true you,

Do remember you are responsible for only you,

You have come into this world for you,

Whatever you do it is only for you,

You nurture your children, love your family for you,

You work for a living for you,

you play these roles for you,

Then when you grow out of these roles,

You find others, for you,

Your heart calling, come on now, we are done here,

The next stage is ready,

Well you play it, till you are now ready to fly away,

For ever into that dimension, of time and space, where there is none.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Block Buster

When calls the heart, is when the blocks burst from within,

So when I heard myself, tell myself, bust it,

Bust the block, I knew my heart had taken over.

Logic, and reasoning,

But, If and Why,  are dangerous in

themselves.

“Its a lovely day, lets go out”

” but then, what about all the work pending at home?”

No, No, lets finish it first.

Blocked are you?

At the particular instance when the first thought occurs instinctively, we block it by the 2nd very logical statement.

Our life is all reason and logic, do we have a place for ourselves, by ourselves, or are we governed by the blocks created by us over periods of time, unknowingly.

It all begins very harmlessly, when as I remember my days of strive,   I just don’t go back in time, but I am reminiscing the root of the block.

When a pile of work is pending, it stays in a corner of the mind, which keeps gnawing back at you, to finish it , so whenever I went out with friends that little work pending would come in the forefront, and push off the fun element, right out of the moment, shoving it off in a corner, where it would stay put closed for ever.

Well I am not stating that work can’t be fun too, but too much work and less play, makes Jack a dull boy.

I didn’t realise it then.

In the bargain,  blocks were created, slowly over the years, and as they passed, jobs diminished, aches set in, the body said stop a while, look around, at the world, like you never did, but the mind went on, and on , and on.

As I walked down the path, aimlessly, the other day, it suddenly urged me, to rush.

Rush  I did, and as I opened the door to my home, huffing and puffing, I looked around at the empty room.

What was it that made me rush, and then instantly gushed realisation, it was the silly mind playing up again.

There was no one home.

My children were settled in homes of their own, and I was home alone,

No big deal was it?

However, as I rushed back home, looking out for things to do,

as my old patterns suggested, and knowing there was nothing to do,

On this path, I felt lonely.

All I had to do, was change my path.

Change it to the path, which led me on, to a new world, a world where I now belonged.

But the blocks were obstacles not letting me leave the path where I did not belong, and all of a sudden I felt caged.

Like a caged animal I wandered within the imaginary boundaries, sometimes angry, sometimes sad, but refusing to let go of the cage which bound me so.

Maya, my aunty, lived a life of struggle, her husband was a miser and a cynic, and though in her youth she was jolly, and kind,  however living with a man like him, changed her brain cells , she started working hard for a living.

Her mornings would begin at 3.30 am, and after cooking she would leave for her school at 7am, she was then a teacher of a school in Dadar, and she found her peace so she thought, by working hard. She would be back by 12pm everyday, and complete her daily chores, preparing for the next day, till her husband came back at 4pm. Then they would have tea together, and after an early dinner retire for the day.

Eventually her hard work payed off and she became the principal of the school.

Whenever we visited her, she would excitedly greet us and even shorten her afternoon schedule to spend time with us, and come shopping and eating and having fun to her hearts content.

She never had children, however, she would enjoy with us, and in the later years with our children too.

The child in her would come out and greet us with fervour and spirit, and we really had crazy times together.

But come what may, as the clock struck 4, like Cindrella she would be back home, to attend to the needs of her husband.

Many a times her heart would tell her to just leave him and run away.

She was well educated done her MA and BED, and had no children. It was easy so I thought, but her mind stopped her.

What will the world say? she would tell us.

I wondered who the world was, and why do we get so affected by it.

As I grew up I realised that this too was one of the blocks, preventing us from moving on to the path dictated by our heart.

We move along with the mind, again with logic reasoning and proclaim it as wisdom.

However, unknown to us we are caged prisoners, and as we grow old and frail, when our duties are done, and when society expectations, family expectations, retreat, we are left in the lurch, as the heart retreated too. A long time ago.

As you step back away from this vicious cycle, you realise things were not meant to be done the way they were done.

You are not responsible for any one except yourself, and doing what you do, does not make you responsible for anyone, except when you do it , you accept a responsibility towards yourself.

When you accept that you do things for your family, for your sake, and not for theirs, then and only then can you live life the way it is to be.

That’s how you can smile, and enjoy, every aspect of what you do, with an element of fun,  without finding it to be cumbersome or a burden.

Then the switch over is easy, you are dependant on your own happiness, there was no pressure to perform then, and there is no pressure now.

I could then have a switch over, easily, as I am responsible for myself.

It made me happy to serve my family, and I did so, and now as time passes, my new role, is to write my heartfelt feelings down, and publish them, to whomsoever wishes to read.

My now, tells me to enjoy what comes in naturally, may be a sick aunt who needs help and I am available, so go ahead and extend a helping hand.

When your eyes are wide open, you can see the helpless look on a passer by, reach out and help within your means.

Not because they ask for it, but because you want to, because you are responsible for yourself.

That is when your heart is with you, and not tucked away in some corner, where you grope and hope to recover, but in vain.

But unfortunately we are vain, as our egos love the fore front, so here we go, the ego searches for the importance it was used to, how can it take a back seat, when the heart comes in to take its rightful place. So it pleads , coming up with various ideas to hold on to its past glory, and then when it fails, it is hurt, and gets lonely, and the rest is history, an end which begins and begins to end over and over again, all stories then end and begin in the same cycle.

So here I end with Maya auntie’s end, not different from most

In her strive to please her husband,   the cynicism and suspicious nature of her husband rubbed on to her, and she died a death which she forced on to herself.

She wanted to die, and stubborn enough she threw her medicines ( she had a weak stomach, as grief gripped her, and psychologically she wanted never to be well) out of the window, requesting the chat man to provide her all the food she was forbidden to eat.

Denying and defying life, she breathed her last, and  much to our sorrow, we saw her go, once a spirited soul, alive in every way, ended her spirit, her love for life, and died long before she actually died.

Friends, let’s commit ourselves to follow our hearts to the very end , do not let it hide in any corner, far away to find, as it truly is the only buster to your blocks for a block buster life…

 

 

 

 

 

Beautiful… A Short Poem..

In Dedication to Pushpa…. my mother.

 

To the beauty
I just got to know.

As I look with eyes to find,
I see the beauty behind,
An old woman, on a crutch,
Her hair white with shades of grey,
She sits on a bench in the middle of a park,
Her eyes all moist, as she reminisced her spark,
Yes, the beauty of the moment was unbelievable,
As the tale she said was believable,
She was once a school girl, with a grit,
And there her eyes sparkled with glint,
As she went back to those days when she ran,
Among the little butterflies, in parks of the same kind,
She looked on to see old women on crutches,
Wondering how they got there,
For she was sure she was far from there,
She would never ever want to be in their shoes,
Even though it meant, doing all it does,
To remain where she was.

Well one night as she dreamt, of the wilderness of the jungle, with its dangerous beasts, staring at her, and in the face of the fear,
She saw herself, face them with a grit unknown, cause, suddenly fear stared at her with fear.
All it wanted to do was retreat,
Retreat into, it’s unreal world, never to show up to her, who lived in real.
Then one day years later, as she walked on, into the park, with crutches on,
Then she realised, she was one with that old woman on a crutch,
She looked around for traces of her, and when nowhere could she find her,
She knew she had taken indeed her place,
And slowly as she realised, the space,
Between them indeed encompassed,
Merging into a reunion of souls who differed to unite.
Underneath the various trees, they learnt to live and love,
For better or worse,
They knew for sure, they were at the edge,
And as they united into that light,
They knew they had won, the game of life.

As you slowly crawl into the realm of life

Dear Meher,

Today you are all of 5 months old,

Crawling in, may you take life as it comes by,

Pure as you are today,

May you be so everyday,

In the bitter sweet journey of life,

Enjoying both, may you remain untouched.

Thus constantly moving in this journey of life,

May you see it as it is.

As you crawl and mingle with other fellow mates,

May you never forget your sweet little self,

Our sweet little elf,

Nearest to the heart of the divine,

May you always reside in  love and peace,

Your love and glow,

May it be the light  you carry as you go,

Deep into the realms of a life you little know.

Loads of love, and wishes, as you crawl ahead,

to reach the point where you walk straight and proud,

Into the world of sorts, untouched and unaffected,

May you spread your love and light, to all in sight.

My lovely darling, as you grow,

I wish for you to know,

That life is love, and only love…

Yours truly,

Grandma…

 

A shift within…

Practice what you preach..

I told myself very sternly this morning.

Was writing this article on worry and understanding yesterday, and was to complete it today when in popped in the unwanted guest, worry ,ushering the wanted out…

Yes, worry entered my peaceful domain, much to my discernment, and unable to withstand my double standards, I stepped back, retreating from where I had come to, back into where I was,  I was at the pinnacle of understanding, my wanted companion, when worry caught hold of me, and told me, do not leave,me your friend behind…

Then in zoomed my habitual behaviour,  Oh, did I just say and do right?

Why was I always behind Pratibha, who just couldn’t help but depend on me?

What would happen to her if I did not just stand up for her, always and every time?

Would she be able to survive it?

And the worry went on gnawing within uprooting my very organs, until yes, I stood away..

I could see me from me.

This was me, a brooder only concerned about the self,  and I was this no different from what I saw.

Then  I ushered in Understanding,

And as understanding stood by me, I grew tall and large, overlooking the worry as if it never was,

Understanding told me that worry inhabits itself within, and doesn’t come from out.

It was here, when you were out, enjoying and basking in the sun,

and it was also here when you were in due to a storm.

All it knew was to inhabit your within, so that  you make it your habit.

It told me that ” We,( understanding and worry ), are sides of the same coin, and are present everywhere in all situations.

I’m the tail side.

Unfortunately, all of you choose heads over tails,

Choose me, ( cause you are what you choose to be), and then you will know dear friend that I am your true you, and will see you are fine, come rain and shine…

Worry is a habit, and Understanding is the light that you become, as you shed your habits…

Now Chintha and Chinthan…

Worry and  Understanding .. trail from sensitiveness and sensitivity respectively.

As I said why worry to my friend Preeti, I immediately realised that

I  had offended the worrier,

“Oh yes,sitting by the window side, looking out of the window, and typing away to glory, you can afford to say so, but look at me, working all day, with a meagre income, and 2 children to feed, I  worry about their future often, and what have I to understand, it is for you to understand my plight, and find a solution out for me, instead of harping all the time  your favourite dialogue” Why Worry”?

Ask me and I’ll give you a hundred reasons why one should worry”, retorted Preeti, seemingly irritated with me.

Well I thought to myself ” Have I hit upon a sensitive chord and was it something I could not change ? Could I just understand her situation and let be for now, as she was in no mood to accept my advice

Anyway, years passed by, and having met Preeti the other day, I was surprised and shocked too.

She had the same frown on her face, and her brows were raised causing the forehead to wrinkle as one would when one is overly worried.

What now? I wondered, and did not have to wonder for long, when she came up to me, and burst out, sobbing,

Radha she said, I sure am disturbed,

You know Preena my daughter, had passed with flying colours, and had given a fantastic interview, only to receive a letter of rejection from the company, she so desired to join.

I need to act fast, and work out a way of getting her a job before she feels dejected and goes into a depression.

Wasn’t she the Preeti I had known?

I took her hands in mine, and looked at her face weary with worry.

Kissed her forehead and told her I understand.

She retorted “what do you understand?”

I grinned and  said , “I understand that worry has understood that to remain secure it needs to inhabit you.”

What?  she shrieked!

Stop playing tricks Radha, and for once explain to me what you mean.

Well, I replied, are you willing to listen?

Yes, oh yes.

Ok then let’s meet for coffee.

So the next day, as we sat down for a cup of coffee, I smiled and told her,

“Darling, I guess you are ready for a change,  observe and you will know,

You will understand things from now on, and as you understand them, you will also understand the forces of life, which lead you on.

Understanding those forces, and going along, will take you where you are meant to be, higher above, away from worry.

Observe yourself, you are the worry, as you are centred in the self,  and as you see yourself as this ,you will understand yourself, accept the way you are, and the very knowing and acceptance of yourself,  will transform you.

Chinta, most of our life is spent here.

Chinthan stands out knocking at the door, asking to be let in.

The room occupied by Chinta can never make way for Chintan.

When we start our day with Chinthan, we have made a head start.

Then I told her the story of Aryan.

Aryan, decided to quit his job of long standing as his work environment was non- conducive and he knew he could not survive in such negativity.

He was a sensitive soul, so quit his job, and was on the look out for a new job but in vain.

After worrying and running helter -skelter for jobs, he got up one morning, and told himself, that today he was just going to take it cool, and by that he meant, he would relax and take a day off from his cycle of worrying and hunting for jobs.

So, he sat down and had a hot cup of coffee, leisurely talking to his mother, and consciously avoiding any thoughts leading to worry and negativity.

As he sat with his mother, she spoke to him about all the events which happened during the past few days, while he was running from pillar to post.

He was astonished to hear that such major events happened all around him and that he was blind to them.

As she spoke, he consciously decided to look around, and understand situations around him.

In his sensitiveness, which comes when you are obsessed by the self, he had lost the finesse of sensitivity, and he decided to restore it.

 

All he did for the next few days was to meet people and discuss their various issues and concerns and provide apt solutions. It was not long before people looked up to him, and he built a good will to last him for ever.

On the basis of this strong foundation, he opened a consultancy firm, and soon had a flourishing business which he enjoyed doing.

What Aryan did was no rocket science, it just involved a shift in his thinking process, he changed his track, from the lower Chinta to the higher Chinthan.

From Sensitiveness to Sensitivity.

The tables turned, his circumstances changed, and lifted him up to higher newer pastures.

So all we need to alter in our daily life is our habit of worrying and brooding all the time, as the self and indulgence in the self, does not let us proceed beyond.

Whenever you worry, you are at stand still position, shift the gear to understanding, thus enabling you to cross over obstacles,  reaching you to the highest peak, where up above, you see things as they are, crystal clear….., where you are one with all.