WOW – The Unforgettable Friend/ Friendship

 

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WOW – The Unforgettable Friend/ Friendship

People may start their life’s journey from seemingly equal levels, but some achieve great heights in their careers where other settle into very ordinary lives. Throughout life, from grade school to the retirement home, friendship continues to confer health benefits, both mental & physical. But as life moves on, people’s priorities and responsibilities shift, and friendships are affected, for better, or often, sadly, for worse.

As days turn into months and months into years, it is still difficult to understand how to detach yourself from the people of your past and to accept the reality that they will no longer be part of your present. Finally, life is all alone. With the grace of the Higher Power we keep moving and accepting thins as it is.

The sayings in English goes like this “if you love something, let it go, if it comes back, it was meant to be.” I used to think this saying was simply thought for idealists. But there is an actual wisdom in it.

The unforgettable friend or friendship I cannot forget is story of Krishna and Sudhama. The story of Krishna and Sudama contains several hidden lessons that we could learn from. True friendship doesn’t distinguish between high & low status or between riches & poverty. Therefore today, even after thousands of years, the friendship of Krishna & Sudama is remembered all over the world as a symbol of true love.

 

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WOW- ‘Give Me A Magic Wand And I Will…’

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WOW- ‘Give Me A Magic Wand And I Will…’

Life is like a full circle. What goes around that comes around. The imagination gives us another tool: belief in ourselves. And the magic of believing offers us strength and capabilities even beyond our fondest hopes. It prepares us for the effort we need to make and for handling whatever outcome God has intended.

Although we can identify with other people’s feelings and situations, we are also not exactly the same. Our dreams and aspirations are different, our gifts and achievements vary,our personal individuality adds to the variety of life.Give me a magic wand and I will change my life. It is not selfish. Self care is not selfish. Sometimes in our lives, we can let go in an instant. We recognize that we’re dwelling on or obsessing about a particular situation, and we just let go. We drop it. Or we run into someone who has a problem, and we instinctively adapt a hands-off posture, knowing that it’s not our responsibility to takecare of other people. We say what we need to say, and we almost automatically let go and focus on taking care of ourselves.

Other times, it’s not so easy. I may be entangled in a situation that feels utterly impossible to let go of. I get enmeshed with a problem, or a person, that seems to compel us to hang on more tightly when letting go is the key. I know I shouldn’t be obsessing, but I can’t seem to stop.

I don’t ever have to feel guilty about sharing my feelings. It isn’t desperate or pathetic or weak. It’s self-care and there is nothing shameful about taking care of myself by unloading some of the pain I carry. My feelings are important and they matter — you matter — and if you’re hurting, you’re allowed to reach out. You’re allowed to be honest and use your voice. You’re allowed to take up space and talk about what you’re feeling. You deserve to make self-care a priority.


One of the things I had tried to do for many years was bury my feelings of grief and pain. I seemed to have managed that fairly well, but in doing so, I had also buried all the other emotion. I no longer took enjoyment in anything. My child’s smile evoked no feeling and I felt no pride in anything I did. I felt none of the love that others gave to me. As I started dealing with the painful feelings, the positive emotions emerged as well. But when I entered a spiritual programme , I nolonger regret anything , my past , my failures , my mistakes rather I have learned lessons and experienced.  I will open all of my body to receiving uplifting light and energy from the universe. I am not a talking head. I am a body, mind and spirit, alive in all of me.

Why Yoga is selfish ?

One day, while undergoing intense training, Swami Niranjanananda approached his guru, Swami Satyananda Saraswati, and asked, “If according to the masters and scriptures the aim of spiritual life is to serve other people, then why do we practise yoga? Everything we do in yoga is selfish. If we improve our concentration, it is our own concentration which is improved. If we awaken our dormant energies, it is our own energies that are awakened. If we improve our health, it is our own health. Whether it is mental balance, health, concentration, performance or management of sentiments, it is all directed towards ourselves. Why is the process of yoga so selfish when we are told to reach out to humanity?”

Swami Satyananda gave a beautiful answer, “It is true that whatever one does in yoga up to a certain point is for self-development. However, the attainments of those developments do not belong to the practitioner. They belong to others and they are to be shared for the upliftment of others.”

Man Plans….. God Laughs!

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A Dream To Remember

 

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A Dream To Remember

A dream to remember is always an enigma. We thrive on dreams . we live in it and some realize it and some do not realize. Life is always a question mark? Dream appears during our sub conscious stage. It is bone chilling. I don’t remember exactly when did I dream a dream to remember. I would rather call it a vision.

It is like a Pandora box. Normally after meditation and reviewing my entire day events, I hit my pillow. I don’t what is the exact time . I had vision of My Fakir – Sai Baba of Shirdi and My Guru Sw Satyananda in a avadoot stage sitting in  a dhuni. The message was quite clear, “Follow your Dharma and don’t feel defeated. I am with you. “It vanished. It was early morning. It has a different meaning to different people, many perceptions. In order to realize it – a discipline lifestyle is needed and one has to strive even if there are repeated defeats in the odyssey of life.

Time is passing and I am playing hide and seek with the Unknown. In order to realize if my life is disciplined and more focus on what I do , how do I manage my life and living life in totality with one pointedness and in the present ( NOW ) – that is the understanding. According to Swami Niranjananda Saraswati , “Discipline is not only personal but applicable universally. Nobody has any idea of discipline. What do you call personal discipline? Waking up every morning at four? No. That can be your personal timetable, but it is not personal discipline. Personal discipline is something else which I tell the sannyasins about. So always have a compassionate and loving aim.There have been many other areas of realization and all these areas become clearer and clearer as I find myself becoming involved in situations either because they are self-created or because they exist.”

We can inventory/reviewing our attitude. Are we taking charge of it? Our attitude is something we can change. I won’t get trapped by a negative attitude. I will accept the challenge of turning my day around. Sometimes it feels like we’re starting from scratch. While we may feel a sense of excitement about this new beginning, we may also harbor a sense of dread. Not again. Not one more time. I can’t. I don’t want to. That reaction is understandable. We become tired, frightened. We feel uncertain.

Finally, the responsibility is mine. To turn my will to God’s will. I pray that I may not look back. I pray that I may keep picking myself up and making a fresh start each day. Let Thy will , not mine, be done.

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‘It Was My Last Day In The City…’

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WOW- ‘It Was My Last Day In The City…’

I was pretty amazed what a journey I covered —– a copy writer, a journo, a theatre artist, a teacher, a barista boy, a ticket seller at Inox counter, a Customer Care Executive at different call centres and now a Lawyer —– done many unconventional jobs…. Putting your head in the sand just doesn’t cut it when it comes to change. When you begin to face and accept where you are in life, you are gifting yourself the cool, clear power to do something about it.You won’t be able to take sustainable steps towards change until you look plainly at where you are and breath it deeply in … knowing that your choices got you to this point and that if you are unhappy then you are the one who needs to make the change.In my experience, I’ve noticed that the stories that touch people’s lives always seem to have something about them that makes us feel a strong emotion. Whether it’s nostalgia or joy that we experience, we often feel inspired or motivated to do something different in our lives, all because of a story. Dear friends you can start your life at any point.

Bombay a city of colour, light, action, drama, pain and comedy. I left my town Sambalpur , Odisha and landed in Delhi for my civil service in 1999. Destiny has a different role to play. Somehow I couldn’t qualify the UPSC but due to my flair for writing and weird superfluous thinking, I landed in the City of dreams , Bombay. Mainly Bombay and Pune has made an everlasting memories, I still cherish. Dreams unfulfilled – alcoholism ruined my life. This snap was taken by a spot boy of Pritivi Theatre at Juhu beach, Bombay, 2005!. For someone coming from a small town, the roads of a city are an entanglement, a mass of people running helter-skelter, destination unknown but with determination. They can be most unnerving and daunting  and can make you feel discouraged, unimportant and isolated. After coming from theatre workshop in mumbai , ” Kya Garibi Gunah Hai” , the script half written but the show goes on …. Cities can be cruel. The bigger the city, the more ruthless it is. Many a men come to cities with hopes in their eyes and hope fueling their passions and endless desires. The desolation caused due to sabotage of their dreams and hopes has been captured by Gulzar a few times. This song is always a part of my life. “khaali-khaali bartan hai, aur raat hai jaise andha kuaan…In sooni andheri aankhon mein, aansoo ki jagah aata hai dhuaan…”

Anyone who has lived unchaperoned, unassisted, solo in one’s own for long enough could understand what a gloomy , somber sight of bare , deserted utensils is. We are so used to  prepared readymade meals when we get home that almost everyone has faced the issue of not wanting to eat when living alone in a city life. The utensils in the room somehow seem to sneer at your unpopularity, rejections and abandonment, making it all the more difficult to survive.

But thanks to God, I was picked by HIM. So, no regrets. God has a planning for everyone. It is a purpose. May my life story inspire others! Motivating to fellow sufferers. Living one day at a time brings immense pleasure and solace to the soul. Each day, seek safety in God’s secret place, in communion with Him. You cannot be wholly touched or seriously harmed there. God can be your refuge.

I am learning and growing when I accept my mistakes graciously and immediately move to correct them. Most of the time, when this is done, the distress passes quickly and I can go on to other matters. It is ok to have pain, ok to cry and that is touchstone to success. This moment is sacred. All moments are sacred. They will not come again. Earlier I was complaining. But I accepted. I am grateful to everything, every pain, every assaults because they have given me space to grow and evolve. I know everything is temporary….this too shall pass. THY WILL, NOT MINE , BE DONE . Grateful Bombay. Amchi Mumbai….बेघर को आवारा यहा कहते हस हस,
खुद काटे गले सबके कहे इसको बिज़नस..
इक चीज़ के है कई नाम यहा
ज़रा हट के ज़रा बच के, ये है बॉम्बे मेरी जान

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Once, During A Rainy Day…

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Once, During A Rainy Day…

Once is a rainy day , I got stuck somewhere , where I had a talk two wolfs of my life. There is a fight between the wolfs of my life. The first wolf was full resentment , anger , frustration , revengeful , egomanic, big-shot-ism, self pity , self delusion , self centredness , arguments , criticisms and retaliations. The second wolf was full of acceptance, forgiveness, love, tolerance , kindliness, compassion, empathy , self-restraint, detachment and witnessing.

The first wolf engulfed my life totally. I lost everything. I was in my rock bottom. I asked my Master, “What to do, I am in totally paralyzed. I had no vision. Which wolf to follow? “My Master replied, “ Follow which feeds your soul and your conscience. “

So we all face these two wolfs in our life. Pain can’t be avoided. It’s as natural as joy. We got into a lot of trouble trying to avoid pain. We have never accepted pain due our infirmity of will. Pain and pleasures are part of life. A person who attains one-pointedness in his life, pain and pleasure has no effect on him. Because He/She becomes a witness. I am discovering more of me in what yesterday God wrote and produced. The “musts” of yesterday have been replaced by the shoulds and needs today. I am free to listen and consider the person because he is a person and not simply because of his credentials.

O Supreme Artist, let me hear You in the whisperings of Your creatures.

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WATCHED – don’t say a word… – A REVIEW

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WATCHED – don’t say a word…  – A REVIEW

You are being watched…. Maybe by just anyone …. Shhhhhh and that’s the punch line of the story narrated by the author Preeti Singh. Thrilling, suspense, anger, hate all leads to the living hell. The Karma – the crossroads.

This is a story a single lady who survives all odds to nab the culprit – Mr Jackel and Mr.Hyde. As the story progress, it leads various dimensions of life – love , murder …. Rest is you are watched … Be Alert. Kinjal , the protagonist here bravely and prudently proved her mettle in finding out the culprits to the books and Karma leads them to the gallows. You will find this story baffling and confusing. Unsolved mysteries hidden somewhere and the trick of the author. The more you dig, the more hidden agendas of the murderer. There are many speculations as to the identity the person behind the murders , but no speculation have ever been proven without a reasonable doubt and as time progresses the chance of ever discovering the true identity of the culprit, is even more unlikely. Some of the suspected culprits for the murders include physicians, doctors, workers, policemen and anyone else who had access to the materials and knowledge. Amber and Maggie – the bond is well established.

A detective story must have its main interest in unraveling the mystery. Crime fiction is one of the world’s most popular genres. Indeed, it has been estimated that as many as one in every three new novels, published in English, is classified within the crime fiction category. Amazing illustrations with simplicity – that makes the story spine chilling. A goodread.

Reviewed by – Siddhartha Mishra

 

WATCHED – don’t say a word… – A REVIEW

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WATCHED – don’t say a word…  – A REVIEW

You are being watched…. Maybe by just anyone …. Shhhhhh and that’s the punch line of the story narrated by the author Preeti Singh. Thrilling, suspense, lust, anger, hate all leads to the living hell. The Karma – the crossroads.

This is a story a single lady who survives all odds to nab the culprit – Mr Jackel and Mr.Hyde. As the story progress, it leads various dimensions of life – love , extra marital , murder …. Rest is you are watched … Be Alert. Kinjal , the protagonist here bravely and prudently proved her mettle in finding out the culprits to the books and Karma leads them to the gallows. You will find this story baffling and confusing. Unsolved mysteries hidden somewhere and the trick of the author. The more you dig, the more hidden agendas of the murderer. There are many speculations as to the identity the person behind the murders , but no speculation have ever been proven without a reasonable doubt and as time progresses the chance of ever discovering the true identity of the culprit, is even more unlikely. Some of the suspected culprits for the murders include physicians, doctors, workers, policemen and anyone else who had access to the materials and knowledge. Amber and Maggie – the bond is well established.

A detective story must have its main interest in unraveling the mystery. Crime fiction is one of the world’s most popular genres. Indeed, it has been estimated that as many as one in every three new novels, published in English, is classified within the crime fiction category. Amazing illustrations with simplicity – that makes the story spine chilling. A goodread.

Reviewed by – Siddhartha Mishra