Yesternight slowly I slipped into the celebration mood by 6.30pm. In the morning I was not enchanted with the festivity of Diwali.But Dr. Jayprakash,the V.S.of Khairput ringed and arranged a get to gether of friends in my quarter.I could not turn down his request.Sairam and shirish joined with us.The crackers were lit. Very safely we cracked the crackers.I was over cautious because I remembered my last year's burnt.A 2 meter long pipe was brought and the crackers were fixed at the tip of the pipe and from a good distance with the help of the pipe we lit them. It was really safe and more enjoying. After an hour we started preparing the dishes. I prepared Payas and J.P. cooked all other dishes.
My wife was in her paternal house.She missed me and was upset because since our marriage we have never celebrated Diwali together.In the night she was crying because of one or more reasons. I tried to console her,tried to understand her but failed. In some way the occassion was a mixture of happiness and pining for the loved ones.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Saturday, October 30, 2010
I shall live and enjoy my constant evolvement
With crossed fingers and a meditative mind I sat vigilantly to catch my rising thoughts which may benefit me later. I became silent and sensitive to the faintly whispering voices within me. I drew myself from the outer distractions and listened carefully to my inner voice. I started a monologue and got flashing responses. My being responded and my mind started to dictate the mental waves in word equivalents. The fingers typed and the dreams took lively forms.I am happy because I am not blank. I am happy because I am sensitive. I am responding to my self in my thought level. I am able to create or recycle human intelligence. I am a part of the infinite intelligence and I keep contact with that bountiful source of life. So my improvement in the thought level is inevitable. I won't become a corpse. I shall live and enjoy my constant evolvement.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Reopening The Doors to Spiritual Bliss
Moving on the sandy sea of desert, water can not be obtained.Treading over the cushion of sense-pleasure, the nectar of life can not be tested.Most often what we aspire for remain elusive beause the approaches adopted to reah at them are wrong.
Vivekananda beautifully reminds us this truth when he says, "All help comes from inside and not from outside." We are lost in the burning heats and the blinding flashes of the outside desert so absorbingly that we become blind to the inner fountain of joy which ever flows inside of every human soul.We just need to reopen the doors of our heart to this inner wealth of spiritual joy.
The reoppening of the doors of our hearts is simply a new angle of pereption which will help realize the true beauty and meaning of our existence..In the mercenary ativities of life we forget the simple joys of life. We knowingly get confused and befooled in the trivial affairs of life only to avoid the divine joy of a spiritual living.We know it better that a little intoxiation of spiritual bliss can dissolve our petty egoes and can thus enforce a higher form of spiritual living. But we deliberately keep clinging to our miniature self because we fear expansion. Expansion will disintegrate and dissolve our lowly self.But we love our lowly self so dearly that we constantly avoid the invitations of all sacred calls of almighty.So What we need is a reopenning of doors to our own spiritual bliss which we have inherited as the child of God. So let us do it and be happy inwardly.
Vivekananda beautifully reminds us this truth when he says, "All help comes from inside and not from outside." We are lost in the burning heats and the blinding flashes of the outside desert so absorbingly that we become blind to the inner fountain of joy which ever flows inside of every human soul.We just need to reopen the doors of our heart to this inner wealth of spiritual joy.
The reoppening of the doors of our hearts is simply a new angle of pereption which will help realize the true beauty and meaning of our existence..In the mercenary ativities of life we forget the simple joys of life. We knowingly get confused and befooled in the trivial affairs of life only to avoid the divine joy of a spiritual living.We know it better that a little intoxiation of spiritual bliss can dissolve our petty egoes and can thus enforce a higher form of spiritual living. But we deliberately keep clinging to our miniature self because we fear expansion. Expansion will disintegrate and dissolve our lowly self.But we love our lowly self so dearly that we constantly avoid the invitations of all sacred calls of almighty.So What we need is a reopenning of doors to our own spiritual bliss which we have inherited as the child of God. So let us do it and be happy inwardly.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
A gloomy Introspection (a short story)
There was that age old banyan tree and that summer afternoon silently with eyes closed Samar was lost in a mental world where he glided from one crest to another crest of his past life. His past life as a Post Graduate student of Berhampur University appeared to take evanescent forms. The memories reeled and his heart pumped more blood as he relived the past.
He remembered his obsolete and thereby unique 1978 modeled Yezdi Motor Bike which had been his faithful companion in those days. Nobody used to ride such a old model bike by that time. It used to consume a lot of petrol and used to make a lot of noise while moving past road. He also remembered how few girls pressed their ears at the sound of his motor-cycle in mockery. The students of his time had adopted 4-stroke bikes but he was not financially well-off to replace his 2-stroke Yezdi Motor cycle and buy a new bike. As a private tutor he used to earn a paltry amount but never stopped enjoying life. Although there were occasional hardships but he had never been distressed beyond toleration.Life was from hand to mouth and seemed to perpetuate in that same monotonous fashion till his last breath.
The memory of his girl friend flashed out in his mind. Now she was a distant dream. The time changed rapidly and his girl friend drifted away in some unknown direction. He had neither any regret about it nor any expectation from her but he wished he could have been more affectionate and understanding towards her when she was with him. He felt miserable because he had lost her and now he could not amend his ruthless past behavior which he had shown to her. She was a fine girl. She had clung to him in spite of numerous ups and downs but finally he had betrayed her. That was his life and he felt burdened because he could not be also a good lover.
Man loves to think that he is perfect and he labels all external forces as the conspirators who are constantly robbing him of his perfection. For the last 9years Samar had blamed everyone and everything except for himself for his unrealized dreams and his sad life. But a long period of gloomy introspection convinced him to blame none but him.
After getting a post graduate degree he appeared numerous interviews. Because of his smartness and pleasant demeanor he clicked in many trivial jobs but he could not achieve anything substantial. It is because Life needs a background of thorough preparation before granting someone with an enormous success. He lacked that thorough preparation. He believed vainly that he is unparalleled and outstanding and he missed requisite hard labour. As a result his life languished on the run way and could not take off into the limitless blue sky. A lot of potentialities could not bloom. The life of Samar showed a downward curve.
A lot of young men with enormous potentialities pass the world unnoticed and unknown because they never felt that hard labour is that which finally counts in launching life to the heights of everyone’s dream.
He remembered his obsolete and thereby unique 1978 modeled Yezdi Motor Bike which had been his faithful companion in those days. Nobody used to ride such a old model bike by that time. It used to consume a lot of petrol and used to make a lot of noise while moving past road. He also remembered how few girls pressed their ears at the sound of his motor-cycle in mockery. The students of his time had adopted 4-stroke bikes but he was not financially well-off to replace his 2-stroke Yezdi Motor cycle and buy a new bike. As a private tutor he used to earn a paltry amount but never stopped enjoying life. Although there were occasional hardships but he had never been distressed beyond toleration.Life was from hand to mouth and seemed to perpetuate in that same monotonous fashion till his last breath.
The memory of his girl friend flashed out in his mind. Now she was a distant dream. The time changed rapidly and his girl friend drifted away in some unknown direction. He had neither any regret about it nor any expectation from her but he wished he could have been more affectionate and understanding towards her when she was with him. He felt miserable because he had lost her and now he could not amend his ruthless past behavior which he had shown to her. She was a fine girl. She had clung to him in spite of numerous ups and downs but finally he had betrayed her. That was his life and he felt burdened because he could not be also a good lover.
Man loves to think that he is perfect and he labels all external forces as the conspirators who are constantly robbing him of his perfection. For the last 9years Samar had blamed everyone and everything except for himself for his unrealized dreams and his sad life. But a long period of gloomy introspection convinced him to blame none but him.
After getting a post graduate degree he appeared numerous interviews. Because of his smartness and pleasant demeanor he clicked in many trivial jobs but he could not achieve anything substantial. It is because Life needs a background of thorough preparation before granting someone with an enormous success. He lacked that thorough preparation. He believed vainly that he is unparalleled and outstanding and he missed requisite hard labour. As a result his life languished on the run way and could not take off into the limitless blue sky. A lot of potentialities could not bloom. The life of Samar showed a downward curve.
A lot of young men with enormous potentialities pass the world unnoticed and unknown because they never felt that hard labour is that which finally counts in launching life to the heights of everyone’s dream.
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