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| Evolution of Love Part 2 |
| 🌺🍀 MATRI GURU NAMAMAHYAM 🍀🌺 MOTHER COMES, EVER COMES — Sri U. C. Dutt Day before Shiva Ratri, 1956, a tonga was moving fast along the main road of Vrindaban. Attention of the passers-by was drawn by a tumultuous crowd and some cars inside the precincts of a temple. All of a sudden a car rushed through the gate and unexpectedly halted a few steps ahead. Lo!Mother was there. While passing. She caught sight of me sitting in the tonga, stopped her car and called me.. I ran to her and bowed down. Ma enquired what had brought me there. I told her that I had come on an official visit to Mathura and Vrindaban. I did not know that Ma would be there and the scene suggested that some thing unusual was taking place. Ma told me that Lord Shiva was going to be installed in the Ashram next day and asked me to attend the function. Mother's presence and the prospects of spending some time round Her struck all the chords of my heart.. Thus came Mother to her son. Again, on the eve of Holi, some of my relatives went to Vrindaban and paid their homage to Mother who was then staying there to observe the festival of Love. Centuries ago, the Blue Boy had played His flute and danced there in tune with the heart-beats of His playmates and milk-maids. Perhaps their associations took visible shapes and Mother decided to pass the occasion on the bank of Yamuna to put a new life into the old leela. She observed Holi in Vrindaban in 1956 and 1957. Learning that the visitors were my relatives, Mother said to one of them. "Write to Upen that his daughter wants to meet her father" I got the message, but could not go to Vrindaban immediately and wrote enquiring if the daughter would come to father or the son should go to the Mother. The letter did not reach Mother for a long time and so a reply was not received. Then I did not know that Mother would actually come to Her son. I had the privilege of Ma's darshan again at Varanasi in May, 1956.during her 60 birthday celebrations. On that festive occasion, Mother was extremely busy. but She was all sweetness and love. Like a pillar of light She was moving from place to place and bringing joy to all around Her. In my presence whenever She met a group of devotees, She would refer to an old incident in a jocular mood and tell them. "I went with this Baba to Dehradun side, but Baba went away leaving me behind". About 28 years ago I had accompanied Mother to Sahasradhara. On my way. back, as already arranged, I took leave of Her and the party at Rajpur and prepared to go to Mussoorie. I retorted most humbly, saying "A son may leave a mother, but a mother cannot leave her son". All present, including the Mother enjoyed the fun. Like a true mother, She fed me sumptuously before I left Varanasi. I cast my last lingering look at her lotus feet. The whole atmosphere was charged with Her divine spirit and every thing seemed to have been softened with Her overflowing love. Mother comes In 1957 Seth Gujar Mal Modi informed me that Mother would be spending a week at Modinagar after Holi and more than one hundred sadhus and devotees. would be accompanying Her. My joy knew no bounds. I was waiting impatiently for the day when Mother would come. An elaborate arrangement was made to receive Her in a garden house outside. the town. A big pandal was erected on an extensive lawn for Rasa leela, lectures, bhajan etc. and at some distance a shamiana was ready for Akhand Kirtan. Tents were pitched to accommodate 400 persons. Hundreds of mango trees smiling through blossoms and multi-coloured flower-beds dancing breeze called visitors to a place of rest. My joy was not unmixed with a sense of sorrow, for Board's examination would begin soon and I would be almost a prisoner in one of the biggest examination centres. Mother arrived in the evening. At Her bidding, the procession was abandoned, a big crowd headed by Shri Modi accorded Her a most respectful welcome with garlands and arti. I saw her from a distance. A stream of people went to Her room for darshan and Modiji saw me standing outside and called me in. Mother gave at broad smile and said "I knew you were here, someone told me. Did you write to me?" I replied. "I wrote a long time ago, not recently. I was thinking of coming to Vrindaban this time during the Holi but could not." Mother said, "Why did you not go; there was mahárása at Modinagar". Programme for the week was indeed attractive Hari Baba's Kirtan 4 AM Rasa leela 8.30 AM-11.30 AM Lectures and bhajans 2 PM-5.30 PM Mother received visitors anytime when free between 10 AM and late hours at night. After lectures in the pandal, She led kirtan chanting in a melodious tone and recited Divine names for about 15 minutes, in which all present joined in a state of forgetfulness, so that several thousands behaved as one man. They seemed to have lost their identity in a living presence of the Divine. Hari Baba's life was a lesson to all. He would follow the programme like the hands of a clock and would remain all absorbed in what he said. He remained oblivious to the world outside, He lived and moved in a world of his own. He fanned the actors considered as Krishna and his companions at the leela, rang a big bell at kirtan and talked about the glories of devotees in his discourses. His single pointed devotion, self-forgetfulness and tenacity of purpose marked him out as a saint of outstanding nature and ability. In fact he was the master of ceremonies there. One day some of us were sitting in Mother's room. Mother hinted at self knowledge as the Supreme Knowledge. It is essential, Bhajan is the means, but it becomes spontaneous. No one can do it. Did She mean that Bhajan goes on automatically once the spritual energy is roused by the grace of the Guru? Then Ma said "What about death? Death has to die; it has to be killed." At this stage Modisaheb ushered two gentlemen into Mother's presence. One was Raj Pandit of the Patiala Darbar and another was Seth Narain Das Bajoria, a man of culture and learning. They were introduced and Mother began to talk again of Supreme Knowledge." What exists is one, it has become many and appears in several forms. You have come to yourself." The ensuing conversation : Pandit - Are you Maitreyi? Mother- I am your little daughter. Pandit - You are Gargi, who had discussions with Yagnavalka. Mother - I ain what you like to call, your little girl. I know nothing and often talk nonsense. Pandit- No, you are Gayatri. The Pandit recited some slokas in great joy and took leave. Shri Bajoria, who as a rule avoided the company of women, sat quietly in all humility. Later he told me that when he saw Mother for the first time at Hardwar, he saw his own mother who had died long time ago and he could not restrain his tears. He wept for about half an hour. He felt the presence of Divine Mother in her. Two days after I was detained in the college for conducting examinations and felt sorry that Ma had come so close but I could hardly have her darshan. To my great joy, Ma sent words that She would visit the college. Mother arrived accompanied by Mrs. Gujarmal Modi, some sanyasis and brahmacharis. I conducted the party to Geeta Bhawan, a hall with life size paintings of saints, patriots, gods and godesses. Ma and her companions were seated on a raised platform. Ma took the lead in kirtan music joined by the rest of us. Who is Ma? In a brief speech I informed the audience how about 28 years ago in Haridwar I had the privilege of watching Ma in a state of samadhi (trance) that lasted for hours. I described how she was brought down to a normal condition with much difficulty uttering the Divine Name into Her cars and how spiritual symptons (lakshans) manifested themselves in the process of Her descent to normalcy. Further, I recounted Her own statement that Ma had no previous birth, nor would have another. Then what was She? Most humbly, I requested Ma to tell us who She was. As usual, Ma avoided the answer and said softly, "What shall I say?" On our request, Ma addressed the students and advised: "Get up early in the morning and take Divine Name that appeals to you, touch the feet of your parents, attend to your studies, obey your elders, speak the truth and play as much as you like." Like a simple child she looked at me and said that she had nothing more to say. Out of Her infinite grace, Mother came to our college and turned the place into a place of pilgrimage with the touch of her lotus feet. When I became free I went to the summer house in the morning and spent the whole day there, attending the Rasa leela, taking part in the bhandara, listening to lectures and kirtan. I could see Mother from a distance. She was sitting like a statue at the Rasa and was chanting the divine name moving in a circle with a party of singers from Delhi. In the afternoon came to learn that a respectable lady pressed Mother to show her some supernatural forms. Ma told her in that case she would lose all touch with the world. The lady persisted. She is reported to have seen a dazzling light (jyoti) and screamed loudly. The lady said that it was all Mother's grace. After sunset a Brahmachari conducted me to Mother. His Holiness Swami Sadananda Tirtha of Shankara Math, Uttar Kashi, was there. I told Ma that I would retire (from service) tht next July. I reminded Her that six years ago Ma had advised me to accept the Modinagar assignment for one term. The following conversation took place : Ma — Where will you settle? I — I have a smal house at Kashi and may stay there. Ma — Oh yes, Kashi is an excellent place. Gopi Baba (Mahamahopadhyay Gopi Nath Kaviraj) is there. When you go there we shall be meeting in the evenings. I — Then I shall go to Kashi. Ma — Yes, you do. You have seen all about this life. According to Yogis, Kashi is the centre of illumination-Ajnachakra, the seat of Shiva and Shakti, above the earthly existence. The word evening is significant. Does it mean the evening of life? A child plays the whole day and longs for the mother when darkness gathers with the approaching night. Sunset and the evening star, one clear call for me. Mother's call is clearly heard when the bustle of life subsides. She calls us day and night. Who cares to hear? She comes without fail. Who cares to see? She knocks at the door again and again. Who cares to open ? She goes back with tears in Her eyes. Who cares to know? The child plays with toys in a doll house, awfully busy, no time to spare for Her. Wife and children, gold and fame, absorb our attention. We ignore the presence of Mother. She comes, ever comes as sights and sounds, as thoughts and feelings, as pleasure and pain. Wise people say that Ma is a temporal expression of the eternal spirit-a special creation of the Divine - an emanation of the ultimate Reality, whose manifestation is the universe. She is in and beyond everything. Her vast presence overwhelms me and creates a gap between a tiny creature, such as I, and a mighty one who transcends all limits. These ideas are indispensable to those who move in and build up a system of ideas with reference to a universe of discourse. They dive deep into the mystery of life and present the world with bright gems of rare wisdom. I am a fool with very little understanding and dare not measure the un measurable. I want Mother, mostly human-a mother who can move on my level and respond to my feelings. It is enough that I have got one. I am not at all anxious to know if She had any Guru, human or Divine-if She is ever established in Brahman, as a part of Her nature. I do not bother about Her actual position in the hierarchy of gods, angels or exalted souls. She is the Mother who lives for Her children and fills up gaps in their lives. If we feel thirsty let us take a glass of water. What is the use of knowing the amount of water in a river? If we cannot do without Mother, Mother too cannot do without us. If we leave the toys and cling to Her She appears everywhere in the blue above and the green below. Her smiling face is seen through every visible form and every neutral state. She comes, comes, ever comes. |
| Sip your Tea, Nice and Slow No one Ever knows, when it’s Time to Go, There’ll be no Time, to enjoy the Glow, So sip your Tea, Nice and Slow. Life is too Short but, feels pretty Long, There’s too Much to do, so much going Wrong, And Most of the Time, You Struggle to be Strong, Before it’s too Late, and it’s time to Go, Sip your Tea, Nice and Slow. Some Friends stay, others Go away, Loved ones are Cherished, but not all will Stay. Kids will Grow up, and Fly away. There’s really no Saying how Things will Go, So sip your Tea, Nice and Slow. In the End it’s really all about understanding Love For this World, and in the Stars above, Appreciate and Value who truly Cares, Smile and Breathe, and let your Worries go, So Just Sip your Tea, Nice and Slow." When I'm dead., Your tears will flow But I won't know, Cry with me now instead.... You will send flowers, But I won't see Send them now instead ... You'll say words of praise, But I won't hear. Praise me now instead ... You'll forget my faults, But I won't know..... Forget them now instead.... You'll miss me then, But I won't feel. Miss me now, instead... You'll wish You could have spent more time with me, Spend it now instead When you hear I'm gone, you'll find your way to my house to pay condolence but we haven't even spoken in years. Look for me now. |
| Sarcastic messages from the Vice-Chancellor of Mumbai University in one liners about India that are completely true : 1. If you want to know how divided we are, just look at matrimonial page of our newspaper 2. India is running the software of tomorrow on the hardware of yesterday 3. If the mobile gets spoiled blame the child, & if child gets spoiled blame the mobile 4. If someone is asking for dirty cloth to clean something, then you are in India 5. The only country where people fight to be termed as 'backward' 6. In India, you don't cast your vote, you vote your caste 7. An incredible country where actors are hugely involved in politics & politicians are always acting 8. Sarcasm is like electricity, half of India doesn't get it 9. And the ultimate one: The country where liking a Facebook post and sending messages on WhatsApp gets you arrested selectively, while raping does not.. |
| Husband and wife used to travel together in the same train every day. There was another young man, he used to travel by the same train, he used to see his husband and wife everyday. Husband and wife talk a lot while sitting in the train. Wife keeps knitting sweaters while talking. The pair of them both were perfect. One day when husband and wife didn't come on the train, the young man was a bit stubborn because he was used to seeing them everyday. Husband and wife did not travel on that train for almost 1 month. The young man thought he might have gone out somewhere. One day the young man saw that only husband was travelling in the train, with no wife. Husband's face was also off, messy clothes and a big beard. The young man couldn't resist and he went and asked his husband - your wife is not with him today. The husband gave no reply. The young man once again asked - Where were you for so many days, have you gone out somewhere? Even this time husband didn't answer. The young man once again asked about his wife. Husband replied- she is no longer in this world, she had cancer. The young man was shocked after hearing this. Then he wanted to know more things carefully. Husband told the young man that wife had last stage cancer, doctors had also lost hope. She also knew this, but she insisted that we spend more time together. That's why everyday when I go to office she also comes along. We would have landed at the station near my office, I would have gone to my office and she would return home. She died last month. Husband became silent after saying this. Husband got off the train at fixed station. Suddenly the young man's attention was on his sweater. He noticed this was the same sweater his wife used to knit on the train, one arm was still incomplete, which probably his wife couldn't knit. The infinite love of husband and wife was reflected in that sweater. The relationship between husband and wife is unbreakable, only death can separate them. When the wife supports her husband in every good and bad time, then the husband also wants to give his wife every happiness in the world. This is the most beautiful feeling of this relationship. So live happily while being together. |
| When I got married I was told to give happiness to your husband physically and mentally is your duty.... But when married, it came to know that in India a girl is not married to just a boy, but to an entire family in which mother-in-law, sister-in-law and brother-in-law. And the husband finally comes Now when I realized it I'm scared that I can't handle myself how can I handle 4 5 people Just as I got married and a new family adopted me life changed completely in one night I became a home girl to someone's daughter in law, I saw in my friends that immediately after marriage they started fighting with their in-laws I never wanted this to happen to me All went well for a few days of marriage but after some time. I was getting shocked in the eyes of the family members When I spoke this to my husband he told me First of all get out of your mind that your mother is your house and your in-laws are your in-laws. Actually this is your house, as open as it will be. And others try to understand the easier you will be And that's what they said to the rest of the family members he is the member of the same house if it's wrong explain it if you don't get it then scold it And I also told that if you were a stranger, no member of the family will scold you or explain you. I also listened to this carefully and I did some work Started spending too much time with my mother in law, tried to understand her And I understand the woman who has been handling the house for the past 40 years will never want them to be taken away So if I had to do anything now I would ask her know she would never deny but still ask her everything This made them realize that they are still valued at home Because she was getting old, I would have done her simple work on my side. Now I was the favorite of mother-in-law at home, my mother-in-law started believing me more than my sister-in-law. When mother-in-law was happy, she would have praised my father-in-law. When mother-in-law was happy, father was also happy. Now, sister-in-law, and brother-in-law, did not have to do much for them, just make what they want to eat and if you don't feel like tell your mother they are demanding food. And besides that both younger than me so behaved like a friend slowly all happy And today is the situation that I feel that he is my in-laws And not to my family that this has come from outside When every member of the family is happy, then husband is also happy and satisfied himself. Nowadays girls get married and after few days of marriage, they start to break up with their family. Same thing happened to me too but because of my husband's innocence I stopped it ahead of time We should first understand that the in-laws have their own home and mother-in-law will be with us for the whole life. If the family members are happy then the husband will automatically be happy And what if the whole house is happy |
| There is a National Land Mark in Bahrain and is called 'The tree of life'. This tree is considered one of the seven natural wonders of the modern world. It stands on a hill in the Arabian Desert surrounded by miles of sand. There is not another tree as far as the eye can see – there’s actually no life at all in that vast, arid desert. The average temperature in the region is 105 degrees Fahrenheit, often soaring to 120 degrees, and bone-stripping sandstorms are common. How does the tree survive? No one is certain. Scientists have speculated that the nearest possible source of water is an underground stream about two miles away and that the tree is somehow drawing water from that stream. Others say the tree has learned to extract moisture from breezes blowing in from the Persian Gulf or squeeze moisture from grains of sand. Others claim that the tree is standing in what was once the Garden of Eden, and so has a more mystical source of water. Whatever the reason, the Tree of Life is more than four hundred years old, thirty-two feet high, and abundantly covered in green leaves. As I sat in its shade against its wide trunk, I meditated on how this tree represents our willpower. If we can tap into our willpower, we’ll be inspired to thrive even in apparently impossible situations. The Tree of Life represents hope – a hope beyond logic. Hope can nourish, sustain, and inspire us to grow even in challenging circumstances. From a devotional perspective, the Tree of Life represents faith in a power beyond this world – the power of the Supreme Being’s love for us. The tree of Life stands alone. Somehow, against all odds it finds water in the desert and has been doing so for centuries. And the tree’s growth is not stunted. It reaches in to the heavens and offers its shade to any who sit beneath it. The odds today may not be in our favour, Have faith and hope, This too shall pass. Stay safe, Be like the Tree Of Life & Stay Blessed forever! |
| He was watering the plants in the posh gardens of an International school, heat and dust didn't seem to affect him. "Ganga Das, Principal Ma'am wants to see you -- right now"... The last two words of the peon had lots of emphasis on them, trying to make it sound like an urgency. He quickly got up, washed and wiped his hands and headed towards the Principal's chamber. The walk from the garden to the office seemed never ending, his heart was almost jumping out of his chest. He was trying all the permutation and combination, figuring out as to what has gone wrong that she wants to see him urgently... He was a sincere worker and never shirked from his duties... knock knock... "Madam, you called me?" "Come inside..." an authoritative voice made him further nervous... Salt n pepper hair, tied neatly in a french knot, a designer sari-sober and very classic, glasses resting on the bridge of her nose... She pointed out towards a paper kept on the table... "Read this"... "B..but Ma'am I am an illiterate person. I can not read English. Ma'am please forgive me if I have done anything wrong... give me another chance... I am forever indebted to you for allowing my daughter to study in this school, free of cost... I could have never ever dreamt of such a life for my child.." And he broke down almost trembling: "Hold on, you assume a lot...we allowed your daughter because she is very bright and you have been our sincere worker.. Let me call a teacher in, she will read it out and translate it to you... this is written by your daughter and I want you to read this." Soon enough the teacher was called and she started reading it, translating each line in Hindi... It read- "Today we are asked to write about Mother's Day. I belong to a village in Bihar, a tiny village where medical and education still seem like a far fetched dream. Many women die every now and then while giving birth. My mother was one of them too, she could not even hold me in her arms. My father was the first person to hold me.. or perhaps the only person. Everyone was sad.. as I was a girl and I had "eaten up" my own mother. My dad was instantly asked to remarry but he refused. My grandparents forced him by giving all logical, illogical and emotional reasons but he didn't budge. My grand parents wanted a grandson, they threatened him to remarry or else he will be disowned... He didn't think twice... he left everything, his acres of land.. a good living, comfortable house, cattles and everything that counts for a good lifestyle in a village. He came to this huge city with absolutely nothing -- but me in his arms. Life was tough, he worked hard day and night.. raised me with tender love and utmost care. Now I understand why suddenly he developed a dislike for things that I would love to eat when there was only one piece left in the platter.... he would say that he hates eating it and I would finish it considering that he does not like it.... but as I grew older I realised the reason and what sacrifice is all about. He gave me the best possible comforts beyond his capacity. This school gave him a shelter, respect and the biggest gift -- an admission to his daughter... If love and care defines a mother... then my father fits in there. If compassion defines a mother, my father fits in well in that category too... If sacrifice defines a mother, my father dominates that category. So in nut shell.. if a mother is made of love, care sacrifice and compassion... MY FATHER IS THE BEST MOTHER ON EARTH THEN. On Mother's Day, I would like to wish my father for being the best parent on earth... I salute him and say it with pride that the hardworking gardener working in this school is my father. I know I may fail this test after my teacher reads this -- but this would be a very small price one would pay towards an ode to the selfless love of my father. There was a deafening silence in the room... one could only hear soft sobbing of Ganga Das.... The harsh sun could not wet his clothes with sweat but soft words of his daughter had soaked his chest with tears.... he was standing there with hands folded.. He took the paper from teacher's hands... held it close to his heart and sobbed. Principal got up.. offered him a chair, glass of water and said something... but, strangely the crispness of her voice was taken over by a surprising warmth and sweetness.... "Ganga Das.. your daughter is given 10/10 marks for this essay... This is the best essay ever written about Mother's Day in the history of this school. We are having the Mother's Day gala event tomorrow and the entire School Management has decided to invite you as the Chief Guest for the event... This is to honour all the love and sacrifice a man can do to raise his children... to show that you do not have to be a woman to be the perfect parent... And most importantly this is to reinforce/appreciate/acknowledge the strong belief of your daughter in you, to make her feel proud.. to make the entire school feel proud that we have the best parent on earth as stated by your daughter." "You are a True Gardener, who is not only looking after the gardens, but also nurturing the most precious flower of your life in such a beautiful way...." "So Ganga Das, will you be our Chief Guest for the event? This story explores the natural event of nurturing a garden with best intent.. |
| Introducing a book "Die empty" by Todd Henry Most of us live with the stubborn idea that we’ll always have tomorrow to do our most important and valuable work. We fill our days with frantic activity, bouncing from task to task, scrambling to make deadlines and chase the next promotion. But by the end of each day we’re often left asking ourselves “did the work I do today really matter?” We feel the ticking of the clock, but we’re stuck in first gear, unsure of the path forward and without a road map to guide us. Here’s the hard truth: sooner or later all of our tomorrows will run out, so how we choose to spend today is significant. Each day that we postpone difficult tasks and succumb to the clutter that chokes creativity, discipline, and innovation results in a net deficit to the world, our organizations, and ourselves. Die Empty is a tool for people who aren’t willing to put off their most important work for another day. Todd Henry explains the forces that keep us in stagnation, and introduces a process for instilling consistent practices into your life that will keep you on a true and steady course. Each day that we postpone difficult tasks and succumb to the clutter that chokes creativity, discipline, and innovation results in a net deficit to the world, our organizations, and ourselves. It’s not about slaving over a project or living on a whim—it’s about embracing the idea that time is finite and making the unique contribution to the world that only you can make. Henry shows how to cultivate the mindset and the methods you need to sustain your enthusiasm, push through mental barriers, and unleash your best work each day. His guiding principles and checkpoints include: Define Your Battles: Counter aimlessness by defining your goals wisely and build your life around achieving them. Be Fiercely Curious: Prevent boredom from dulling your senses by approaching your work with a curious mindset. Step Out of Your Comfort Zone: Make a valuable contribution to the world by getting uncomfortable and embracing lifelong growth and skill development Sure to bring a newfound clarity and a sense of urgency to how you approach your work every day, Die Empty will help you reach for and achieve your goals. “Don’t go to your grave with your best work inside of you. Choose to die empty.” |
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