Call to God!

When I was born, I had nothing to wear,
You gave me suffering when I learnt to cry,
You gave me love when I was held high,
You gave me warmth when I was surrounded by,
You gave me ego when I was played down,
You gave me dishonesty when I was cheated by,
You made me wear all this, as I was growing by,
You gave me joy when I did, all I could,
You gave me contentment when I finished well,
You gave me respect when I was revered by,
You gave me fear when I was chased over,
You gave me anger when I was bowed down,


God! I had nothing to wear when I was born here,
Why did you burden me with all that I had to wear,
Now that I am old; I am jaded gold,
God, Be kind and honest,
Take me to The higher plane,


Where there is no cry and no more worry,
Where there is no want, no more desire,
Where there is no sorrow, no more grief,
Where there exists only bliss and joy,
Where there is freedom and liberation,
Where there is care and compassion,
Where there is love and care,
Where there is sweetness and splendour,
Where there is melody of sounds and rhythms of life,
Where there is salvation and sanctification of soul,
Where there is divine and eternal truth,
Where there is life force divinely intoxicated,
Where there is union of eternal soul.  
        
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Silence in our daily life

Silence if practiced in our daily life cultivates a life changing process, thus thereby helps in elevating our confidence and boosting our soul towards the higher self.

It is difficult to achieve in the beginning yet when exercised daily even for few seconds, It cultivates a seed in our garden of beautiful self, to prosper towards better life.

When mind is restless and soul is searching for answers; it is the moment of silence. One needs to sit down and shut eyes in silence and subject mind to concentrate on its inner self. This process lets the soul to get into the composed state and thereby relieves the inner spaces of the mind, from the disturbing events and thoughts occurring consciously or subconsciously over a period of time. When this process ends, pure silence of soul takes over; the peace prevails within the body, mind and soul and remains in its tranquil state.

Silence slows down the thought process, calms down the nerves, energizes breathing process and increases concentration levels and boosts up confidence levels of the individual. This is all achieved when silence is done in the conscious state of mind therefore not letting sleep take over the process. Sitting in the meditating posture and with point –concentration, builds up the individual, to enjoy the endless pleasures of silence.
Within the depths of inner self, silence seeps in, a state of meditative calmness takes over, joy flows in and peace settles in. An ecstasy of mind and soul happens, love and kindness draws in and blissful end is experienced.


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--------------------Bubblespeak, 20/12/2009---------------

Silence

Silence is a meditative expression of an individual. It is a thoughtful process, where in one breaks bonds and consumes self in its own shell. It creates a barrier from individual’s existence and seeps into the person’s inner layers of life. I am deeply touched by the silence of a creature, my pet dog Fluffy, who has the potential of expressing its demands thru silent expressive eyes but is not able to speak thru. How tolerant and pragmatic, one becomes, if silence becomes an essence of our life. It is therapy to the disturbed mind and elixir to restless soul. One needs to spend some time in the isolated corner of his/her space.
In the present times, when deadlines are to achieved, sensex points are swindling, wishful expectations are to be fulfilled, we need to give some time to ourselves and think and ponder what and where we are leading ourselves. In spite of pouring our hearts to the friends and families, there is still a yearning to quieten our minds in the peaceful environment where no other but your soul contemplates and what if, we do it in our silence.
It is very intriguing to understand the meaning of silence, be it silence of mankind, silence of words, silence of spirit, silence of expression. It is also an expression of resentment when one differs from another, in expression of ideology. It is right to understand the silence of life, when it ceases to breathe the next moment, putting it thru the ultimate silence.
In the dark hours of the day, silence gives us another meaning, Silence of nature in the dense dark mountains gives us deep meaning of our own existence, it either scares or just fascinates. When night falls and humanity is in its deep slumber, it is the stunning silence, which is fearsome yet so meditative and calm that one desires to be awake during these hours.
It is the silence of the predator that makes its prowler to catch its prey swiftly and sharply, for silence instils confidence and deep concentration on its mind.Silence is capturing moment of life; it helps us to roll back, introspect and contemplate, raising our bars towards higher self. It is enthralling when captured at the right moment in the conscious state of mind, and is beautiful if exercised regularly.


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Sunshine

on a fine morning, I sit under the sunshine,

To pen down few lines of my own rhyme,

as flourishing long grass sooth my mind,

Evergreen and everlasting for all times to come by,

Birds twittering at their best, singing a melodious hymn,

the sound of nature at its own prime,

Winds of the god stroking on my face,

bringing Joy and fun, as they pass by,

Flowers at their best, in their vibrant colors,

spreading their fragrance, and soaring up the sky,

Intoxicated by the smell, black bees hum around,

suck its nectar and buzz past by.

Butterflies in their lively colours, singing their tunes,

These feeble rhythmic sounds captivate my mind.

Men on their work with women by their side,

working for a living and a healthy life, 

Children living dreams within their teens,

as I sit and draw ‘a picture of dancing dale’

Intoxicated by this nature's sight,

A paradise on earth, yet so much strife,

Some accept and move, some put up a fight,

As I sit and write ‘The Rhythms of Life’.

Children of The God

This article is about the section of our society which we think, are underprivileged and unattended due to their circumstances. I always get intrigued with this thought of how we can bring change in our systems, at the grass root level that is “our blessed children”. I think it is the education which we as individuals, can give back to the privileged society, to bring about a shift towards modernity, to create a paradigm shift within our society and up bring an educated breed of our nation.
I have a young girl at home who does all daily chores and is help maid for the day. She is a wonderful girl. The destiny and birth of a child in particular family and values brings up the inner formation of a child. All children of god are the same and it is the family tradition and environment which brings up the child in various forms. I see intelligence and beauty in this girl, obedience is the part of her personality which I think is foremost trait in all house maids we look into. But the inquisitiveness of learning knowledge and memorizing it too is what surprises me. I began her classes to teach her Hindi, English and maths basics, but poor girl could not decipher the load of two languages taught together, so whole exercise of learning got stalled; it was difficult to remember alphabets for long. This girl was curious and keen to know and I would derive extreme joy by teaching her and putting little confidence in her for the rest of her life. When I look at her, despite her doing her daily chores in best possible way, I would still not agree with me, for her being ignorant of the wisdom which can be learnt thru books. So the task of teaching her began again restricting on one language only, so English was chosen to suit the easiness of the language. It is fulfilling to see her learning. Time will take its own course, for she needs lot of time and never dying attitude to learn something which she is deprived of. I was teaching at one of the NGO School, wherein the kids of the house maids would come to attend school. School was providing them some money as government aid (Rs.100/pm), to get educated. These kids would come and spend sometime at the school and after taking classes would be given some snacks and leave for home. There were lots of kids who would come and simply attend. The age no bar, from the months old to the grown ups would be sitting in the same class; the problem of teaching was where to start and how to teach all at different levels. There were kids who could do big sums and would be able to do middle school curriculum and there were months born kids who were also the part of the class, crying and pissing in the same room. It was tough task to handle all, yet at the same time, I had to devise a programme to engage all at the same go. There was no organised class structure, for one can only teach them one subject at a time. It was a challenge to teach all yet I gained immense knowledge by being with them during these hours and learning from them. In fact it was my class, I was the student and they were my teachers, each with his/her uniqueness. They all are intelligent and ready to pick up what is taught to them. There was a beautiful little girl only 6yr old, who remembered her lessons and would draw beautiful drawings. She would sing all rhymes and few songs beautifully. There was a naughty boy who was a carefree street smart child 10yrs old, who had greater intelligence to understand all sums and would give answers faster than anyone could. Here there was a boy, very soft and dedicated who was far intelligent in his subjects and was always ready with his homework.
This period was lesson for my own development for I saw children are crafted in the same way by the God but born thru different souls and brought up in the different situations. I can appreciate the beauty and the intelligence in each one of them and part of this has always being talking to me to educate each child wherever the opportunity comes up. I don’t call them underprivileged children for they have everything within their means and methods. These children think big and dream big. Beautiful are the ways of God. I learnt the lesson of my life to teach and educate and get educated in the process of interaction with various people.


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The little girl

The little girl in her thoughts.

Childhood days thru her views,

Full of life and laughter too,

Stuck and dazed, reels thru,

Her little self  at its play.

Pearls and gems in her locket,

Frills and frocks in her pocket,

Glimpses of glamour in her wallet,

She gets to play with the world around.

Charmed and cherished by world of her own,

Weaves thoughts in her dreams,

Imagination wild and curious too,

Mesmerises all with her charm,

Broken hearts wisely mended,

Moulds and folds herself too,

Relives in her dreams within,

She gets to play with the world around.

Hurdles and hardships come her way,

Rides them with her courage,

Pushes and picks threads of life,

Strings them in her web of love,

Charmed by her ways so far,

A beautiful hand for all to play,

Yet when she grows so big,

She gets to play with the world around.

She is young, young in her heart,

Her- self, never gets old enough,

She still yearns to play as a child,

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Smarth Sai

जो कुछ माँगा मन से, दिया साईं ने दिल से,

मन का हे, द्रड  विश्वास, करे साईं पूरी आस !

बाबा हैं ही ऐसे दाता, जो कुछ मांगे, वही हम पाएं,

कितने चमत्कार दिखाते हर पल में हर घर में !

हर पल बाबा को जो जपते, रखते बाबा को हैं मन में,
 
जो कोई विचार सुनाते, रखते बाबा ध्यान उसी का !

मिलता उसे संकेत बाबा से, सुने जो मन के प्रेम से,

आगे बढता इंसान वहीँ से, मिलती  उसको राह वहीँ से !

कितने संकट और कष्ट में, शिष्य के साथ रहते हैं बाबा,

दृड़ता और बल देते हमेशा, शिष्य को उठाते हैं संकट से !

कार्य  आसान  कर देते बाबा, हर पल देते सिख सभी को,

मन में रखना  द्रड  विश्वास, पूरी करें  साईं आस !

जय साईंबाबा !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mera Bachpan

 

मेरा बचपन बीत गया, जीवन की इस डोर से,

कितना सुंन्दर और स्वच्छ था, बचपन की इस छोर से !

चेहरे सबके खिले हुए थे, न जाने किस प्रसन्नता से,

मन में असीम ख़ुशी थी, दूर पड़ी थी चिंताएँ !

जीवन की इस छोर से देखें, कोमल राहें थी डगर में,

नन्हें नन्हें कदम पड़े, हर पथ पर हर बोल पर !

कितनी मन की आजादी थी, छलक रही थी हर भाव में,

कितने सुंदर ओर सरल थे, वोः बचपन के प्यारे दिन !

भेदभाव का भाव नहीं था, ऊँच नीच की सोच नहीं थी,

हर पल हर साथी था अपना, खेल थे मन को लुभाते !

रूठे को हर पल मनाते, हर दम संग संग रहते,

सहारा बनते हर पल किसी का, बचपन में भी बड़े बन जाते !



ऐसा द्रश्य दिखता मेरे मन से, अभी भी बचपन वापस आता,

मेरा बचपन बीत गया, जीवन की इस ढोर से.................

My Mother

Oh Mother, you soothe my heart
Caressing my mind, with tender thoughts
I ponder and pen few lines on you
I seek blessings from your heart,

Deep Within, a voice, I hear
Whispers slowly thru my ears
I listen and learn rhyme of life
with each word, spoken so loud,


As I creep into your space,
Your healing touch and caressing moves
Your palms touch my inner soul 
I bubble and gleam with happiness,


With naughty moves and kicking shots,
I see myself in your lap,
With open eyes and winning smile.
You hold me with your divine love


Oh, Mother, I stand, though brave enough,
For I see, you fed me well,
Thru sleepless nights and days along,
I bear to stand on my own.


Yet I fall when I take a step,
Your arms stretch and hold me tight
Your compassion pours in every act; 
Your warmth never ceases to act.


Oh Mother, I touch your holy feet,
With my heart and head along,
I bow and pay my obeisance, for I see,
Whole world is there, at your feet, in your bosom.
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Bubblespeak on 27/09/2009.

Adieu to 'The Departed Soul'

This is just the experience I had with someone dear to me and who has departed from this materialistic world. and I summed up these candid, thought provoking moments in this short memoir.
When someone lives in our heart and is truly remembered, The person can come back to us in any form, be it in the invisible form or someone taking birth in your domain, with all its attributes substituted. Many stories have been told or are being heard in our childhood days, which has helped us to understand the existence of unknown spirits, good and bad at times. A shrill of shiver would run thru the spine as we go thru the story lines. Imaginative yet gripping with fear, one would tend to complete the stories with awe and amazement. But as we grow with life, the presence of good and bad spirits become part of every game we play thru.
Over a period of time, we tend to love persons we like and bridge gaps with love, compromises and faith. The social restrictions and obligations add value to our human side. When one thinks deeply and provokes its own self to understand the basics of life, one realizes that people we interact, are like pack of cards spread, and God, the player tries to create groups or sequences, for the successful completion of life. All that what we consider as our own domain is similar to the pack of cards shuffled and reshuffled all the time, as the game of life is realized through various stages of evolution. Life and death is the cyclic process nourished and nurtured by the invisible divine power. Existence of the individual, its rationale and prejudice ends with the arrival of the Death.
Death liberates soul from the bindings and bonding of the self. Death is liberation of the soul. One should be celebrating. but as one is deeply in love with the physical self of the person, mourning takes over.For the soul it may be fascinating or demurring to see itself liberating slowly from the clutches of its bonds (the people).
Intervention of the soul takes place when it seeks something or tries to accomplish some unfulfilled wishes, thru the thoughts or dreams observed by the people, who the soul is connected with. The messages get conveyed and are supposed to be accomplished, lest the soul does not rest in peace. But as we grow old and mature, this does not look like phantom stories, because our minds have matured to that degree of discrimination to see what is right or wrong?
When a dearly person departs, it leaves a message in a dream, to fulfil its wishes. One begins conversing with the dead person whose physical form with its physical charm is right in front of you. You converse, debate, and discuss your heartful talks, till you realize soul’s presence and you are left with candid, frightful fear and a thought provoking commitment which is made to the soul. A fulfilment of the dead man’s wish becomes a soul curry because believe it or not, one is bent towards completion of its wish. Once this is fulfilled, Soul shows up and sends yet another message of gratification or love thru its own media. Ghost story!! But we live with it and are fascinated by the end of the whole scene. This time only the difference is, These are known faces and souls with whom we have spent our lifetime together.
Saying says, if you love a person truly and remember thru your heart, it will come back to you, in any form, to bless and guide even at unlikely times. A whiff of warmth, an air of affection, an identity of physical body or someone’s catchy words entrust and entice you to feel the Soul’s presence. At times of celebration and remorse, the Soul is there to nurture you. It is a wonderful, capturing moment when one communicates and gets feedback from the departed soul. An adieu to the dead man’ soul, it is a different world, a real world which is true, yet looks false to our physical eyes. It is intriguing and thought provoking.

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Memory Lane

(Walking down the memory lanes – a revelation of my past)

Walking down the lane, thoughts took over my mind

I went into memory lanes of all times gone by,

Life seemed "mirror image" of, what had gone around,

All roads of love and hatred crossed by,

Many were living, Many had passed by,

Old times had changed with seasons’ last

A blur of once known faces, were all that I could see

New faces stood up with new found identity,

Life is a roller coaster, that is all I could feel.

As I walked down the memory lane, with a new zeal

Smiles flashed past thru when happy times crossed by

Eyes seemed to shed tears for moments cherished by,

The time spent over the ages had been a coaster ride,

Ups and downs of life, taken in its own stride,

Walking down the memory lanes seemed so fulfilling,

The revelation of my past, an experience gratifying.

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--------------------------- Bubblespeak 27th May 2009---------------

Graduation

Today My son graduated from the High school, I had an underline gratification towards God, a prayer of thanksgiving that my son successfully completed his High school, an era marked by long years of upbringing, upliftment and nurturing of a young sapling into a complete man. It reminds me of the times when he, a caesarean kid, was born into this world of fantasy and our joys took a new shape of parenthood, a new dimension added to our marriage status. He has been a bundle of joy, curious and a keen observer and always fantasised in his own car world. Not a single day used to pass when a new toy car was not bought for him to see the smile on his face. Always close to my heart, he was pampered with all kinds of musical instruments he would long for. As the years went by, he graduated from nursery to junior school. He being a quiet & disciplined child got into a habit of book reading. All series and varieties of the books started pouring in and it was not tough for him to understand the rhythm and rhyme of the stories he read. From comics to Harry Potter, Famous Fives to Hardy Boys, all books would give him a new high and he would just keep asking for more. This cultivated in him the finer quality of acquiring knowledge and wisdom through a different curriculum. Long hours of walks and even playing football with them each day added a thrill to my life; more spontaneity and love generated with small little things done together. Watching movies and reading bedtime stories was more of fun time spent with each other, understanding the events of the whole day was a treat to my ears. Time passed each year as he grew up, his tone and talk were far different now. New feelings emerged out as his youth began. The complete frame of mind changed as the years passed by. An appreciation of lovely teachers, girls and boys was talked over; a curious mind was searching for more answers than needed, however passion for football remained forever as game of golf had just begun with family; an interactive sessions for shaping up his future. This young boy had his own fears and fortunes. I see in him all variegated thoughts; at times nothing seemed clear in his very attitude, book reading was still a passion with him, an average in his academics, he had a wealth of knowledge about other issues. Clarity of what to do took its own time; he looked around and saw limitless opportunities. He jumped into the bandwagon of his friends as a sense of responsibility had just begun and yet he churned out confidence and worked towards his goal. He conceived it and boosted up his morale. Today, he is ready to take his own decisions as I see him transforming. No more stories to read, it is time to say good bye. Today as he graduated, a nostalgic feeling of all those years gone by, had begun; a prayer of thanks was all that I could do. A new era of college life is going to come his way, a renewed confidence with gusto and zeal is going to explode, as his various expressions begin to shape up. I see him writing serious prose and poetry; I don’t know how to express my joy, my son. A sense of reassurance, that nothing has gone waste, all those values which have been taught to you throughout your path of life have been well imbibed and cultivated into beautiful expressions. I wish you the best of all times to come. Let this era start with your best foot put forward and end with the best of memories. I salute you my dear Son!!!!!

-------------------------------------------------------Bubblespeak--- 3/06/2009-------------------------