The Hand of Love

Atul has recently joined a special class to develop English language skills. I too have started attending the class and found to be interesting though I am way too slow in learning. One of the exercises is like this....

1) Think of a person whom you have strong feelings. It can be love, hatred, jealousy, anger etc.
2) Describe the person's hand.
3) What does the person's hand do?
4) Write a metaphor on a place / city / sea /mountain or similar ones.
5) Ask a question to the person including (3) & (4).
6) Assume the role of the person and answer incomplete.
7) Involve all the above to write a poem or short story.

All the above points were done one by one retaining the suspense throughout. The last point (7) was the homework for us.

Here it is.... :)

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THE HAND OF LOVE


To a mystery land of love and fight
Driven by the energies of unknown sight
I, the dreamer, dreamt a dream one day

Along the knightly clouds of disorder
Played the kingly moon of the sky farther
I stood in awe at dawn near the bay

From the colourful monkeys of dreams
To the seamless reality of gleam
I asked the hand of blessing ‘the way’

Bring me a paper and pencil I spray
The play of light understand you may
A dreamer I am, so did he say

With my life canvas painted in white
And fate rewritten with love so might
I froze day and night unable to even pray

It is this Master’s hand that has healed
Many a pain of time that are veiled
I dreamt to become such a dreamer that day

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NEEDLESS TO ADD THAT I ENJOYED THE WHOLE EXERCISE VERY, VERY MUCH. I FINISHED WRITING THIS AT NIGHT 12:30 :)

Truthfully speaking

I was born in a conservative middle-class family and brought up in a small town with little exposure to people and knowledge. I’ve had many interests and dreams since childhood but not many I could fulfill. I am thankful to God now for not making me a success in any field. In fact, I am glad that I am silently leading a life of 'the ordinary’. If anybody asks me how I am, my reply would be “in peace” and not “at peace”. Such an achievement is impossible with my efforts, however great they maybe. I am aware of this truth and the Master's greatness behind this truth.

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Of late, I am finding it difficult to socialize, though I am not a social animal (whoever knows me, would know well that I rarely speak in a crowd). I prefer to be in my transparent bubble of protection & peace and not to be disturbed by fake feelings and words. Yet I feel like embracing all with love. Truthfully speaking, I am unable to understand myself.

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After many years, I felt like reading a Tamil book ‘Dhyana Yogam’ (Ramakrishna Mutt publication) again. The book is on Swami Brahmananda. For those who are not aware of the great saint, he was the spiritual son of Sri Ramakrishna Paramahamsa, a
childhood friend of Swami Vivekananda & former President of Ramakrishna Mission – to name a few to understand in our terms. Swamiji’s name was Rakhal in his purvashram.

I wish to quote a small incident from the book in my own words….

One day Sri Ramakrishna told Rakhal that he could not see the latter’s face as it was covered with a black veil. He further asked his young spiritual son if he had done anything wrong. Rakhal could not recollect anything even after deep thinking. Again the great Master asked Rakhal if he had spoken any lie, for which Rakhal confided the instance in which he spoke a lie to his friend as a joke. Ramakrishna said, “Do not commit such a mistake again.” He further added that speaking truth at all times is an important aspect of spiritual sadhana.

I realize once again how sensitive a seeker of Truth should be.

Befriending the mind

I have found the secret to remain peaceful always. Yes, I am trying to befriend my mind. :)

Some of the thoughts that filtered through my mind make me realise that my mind is trying to heed my request a little…. :)

1) When you start watching your own walks, talks, barks and darts as an onlooker, you will slowly understand the meaning of humility with majesty. (October 20, 2009)

2) Your accusation is a reflection of your own weakness and inability. (October 27, 2009)

3) NEVER say that you 'work' when there is no commitment. (October 30, 2009)

4) Rituals and rites are invariably done to appease psychological hunger or display material comforts. Instead, dare to face your 'self' in silence & solitude - if you can. (November 1, 2009)

5) It is easy to hurt but difficult to heal. (November 7, 2009)

6) Do not care less. Do not be careless. (November 8, 2009)

7) Speak only that you need to speak - not a word more, not a word less. (November 10, 2009)

8) Check your lifestyle if you have no time for nature. (November 11, 2009)

9) Love is not to hire. Love is not for the liar. Love only the Higher. Love is now in gear. (November 12, 2009)

10) You are invincible when you are silent. (November 13, 2009)

Let me think...

A thought came just now that 'divine vibrations' are meant to vibrate.

So, in an attempt to keep the vibrations 'on' at the personal level, I thought of jotting down some of the self affirmations / reminders / sentiments that I put across on my Facebook account over a period of time. Here they are...

1) Choosing is a moment to moment will towards destiny. (Sep 4)

2) Tears are precious. Use it only for truth. - (Sep 25)

3) The Path is clear and the Love is here. (Sep 27)

4) The whispering bird on the windowsill is inspiring me to throw away the acquired intelligence and go back to innocence instantly. (Sep 27)

5) When you start exploiting beautiful gestures of others, you stop living a human life. (Sep 29)

6) Commitment to mission of life is possible only with divine love. (Sep 29)

7) He walks as if the leaves under his feet may feel hurt, talks as if the words may feel pain, guides silently without judging the past, lives in a corner without media glare, loves each person as a very special being..... I wish to see my Father again... (Oct 4)

8) Colours are beautiful but 'white' is my choice. (Oct 10)

9) Tears are unavoidable when you receive unconditional love unexpectedly. (Oct 11)

10) What I am NOW is important than what I was. (Oct 14)

Long gone is my passion for writing. When I read the above again in sequence, my eyes are filled with tears. I wish to remember these thoughts always...

Should I?

I am at loss of words after my brief rendezvous with my Spiritual Father.

He who could patiently wait for an hour in his two-wheeler on the road for the row of ants to clear the way with an exclamation, ‘It is life for the ants’, he who could respect the sentiments of a car, he who could send love and energies to ailing trees, he who could treat everyone as special, he who is dazzling with divine light, he who is an embodiment of simplicity, humility and truth yet appearing and talking as an ordinary being, he who touches every soul that comes to him, he who doesn’t quote scriptures, he who has broken all traditional norms of ritualistic, fanatic and maddening religious exercises and teaches the art of enjoying silence, he who urges everyone to celebrate life, he who reads poetry, enjoys music, loves nature ………… I have found him through the books as a man who sees consciousness in every atom of the universe, and beyond.

In person, I am bowled over by his soft expressions, genuine smile, truthful words, patient hearing, and most importantly his divine love. The divine vibrations that he has rubbed on me are unbelievable and I am still unable to believe that I have come face to face with such a Master. Yes, he has touched my core being so deeply.

Today, on this auspicious Krishna Janmashtami Day, I wonder if Krishna would be pleased if I continue to write here with my borrowed intellectual knowledge or first learn to live silently all that my Guru has spoken out of his experiences and then write.

1.4.1 Lessons from mountains & trees

As I was rewinding the day’s activities with closed eyes, I got the answers for the two predominant questions that were constricting my thought processes.

1) Why is the innocent taken for granted?

Because innocent doesn’t know how to manipulate. Understand that innocence is a reward of living sublime thoughts.

2) How can I trust a person when I clearly know that he/she is talking nothing but lies?

Bother only about your truth and the words of truth that you speak.


Words that we pronounce speak volumes of our upbringing, attitudes and thought processes. They reflect how we maintain the inner sanctum of our being. Sadly we mutilate the rings of positive energy that surround us by our own words.

This trivial incident happened during our March trip to India.

I had to reach platform no.1 from 12 of New Delhi railway station to board Amritsar bound train with my fractured foot. My husband fixed a help for Rs.250/- to take me in a wheel chair and walked along with me throughout the round about journey. At the beginning of platform no.1, a child of around 2-3 years old in rags & dirt was seen walking casually with her mother in front of us. In fact, the child was totally unaware of us approaching her from behind. I expected the helper man to slow down upon seeing the girl but he didn’t. Instead, he scolded her loudly with such words that I got a cruel jolt. He had no patience to slow down or warn the girl gently. It is a rude behaviour on the part of man for it is also the girl’s right to use the platform. This incident may seem trivial to many. Probably the man and the girl would have forgotten about it in the next 5 minutes. But to this day, I feel guilty as I was the reason for the child to bear those words.

That brings a series of questions again –

* Is poverty a crime?
* Is abusing the weak a victory of power?
* What is power by the way?

Unfortunately, power is a factor that everyone dreads to face. The history has seen pages on men of power becoming so ruthless to the extent of annihilating lives for their own pleasure and thought. But, let us honestly dissect, how much of God given positive power do we abuse in a moment to moment life journey as liars & opportunists?

Thankfully, our world has always produced great visionaries, scientists, mathematicians, freedom fighters, erudite scholars, gifted orators, fine artists, writers, thinkers, social workers, spiritual giants etc from time to time to supply us with enough motivation and encouragement. With a vision so grand and mission too sublime, with truth as their base personality, they have lived only to say that power is one of internal.

The moment a person starts to build his inner power only on truth, he slowly gets transformed into a saint. His vision all encompassing, he accepts wholeheartedly all categories of people even when he is attacked brutally.

But does that guarantee that all truth speaking people become saints?

I happened to watch the reality show ‘Sach ka samna’ only once and felt so shocked that I vouched never to watch again. The contestants who are very well aware of the format are ready to gamble their past life for the sake of money so publicly. What are we to gain from this truth based show where truth has become a business strategy to pocket some quick money?

The inner power that we are talking about is one of selflessness. Such an inner power manifests more and more in a man of self control who extends his hands so long to hug the whole Earth with all beings intact. However, Avadhuta adds,


“Further a spiritual aspirant should learn from the mountains of the earth and the trees on them to strive unselfishly for the good of others and find the meaning of his existence in such striving. Becoming a disciple of trees, he should live for others.”

Now, as I read it for the second time, I find that the second part of the first lesson has become more intense to follow.

In my rendezvous with mountains, I had marveled at their meditative poise and beauty. As a nature admirer, I had always felt that mountains & trees have a mysterious aura and attraction of their own. Now I know why.

‘I cannot thank you enough for my Life travel so far. Give me a mountain of power to live selflessly. Good Night, God!’

I closed my eyes with an innocent belief that God would grant my wish happily.

P.S. The extracts are taken from the translation works of Srimad Bhagavata of Swami Tapasyananda, Ramakrisha Math.

1.4 Scripting the rhetoric

I find a six month old baby deserted at the end of carnival in an island. It’s already nearing night and the bridge to the main land will be closed soon. Somebody tells me that the baby is an orphan, his adopted mother has left him unintentionally, that someone should take care of him and that she can be contacted only after 3 days. After cleaning the messed up place, I am the last to leave the island. I pick him up with great hesitation as I am afraid of the consequences of an unmarried girl (I am so in this dream) taking a baby home and my parents’ subsequent reaction. An unknown fear churns my inside. Still, tugging the baby on my hips, I move around with my bare feet begging for a glass of milk as I intuitively feel that the baby is extremely hungry and it would take a long journey to reach home.

Finally I come across a missionary lady who tells me that there is no milk but they have something spicy to eat. With much hesitation, I watch the quiet baby putting the offered food in his mouth. I am in near tears as the milk baby cannot eat that food. But he turns towards me to give a very, very beautiful innocent smile. I am no more confused now and board an auto to reach home because the baby has remained quiet so far. In fact, there are no tears, cries, tight hugs, demands, expectations... Together our journey begins….

This is just a dream sequence that I had experienced two days back. At first, I could not control my smile for sometime at its absurdity but as hours went by, deeper meanings unfolded i.e. tolerance was the baby’s way and acceptance was his living.

Smile awhile smile awhile
Whether you smell heavenly fragrance
Or roll over the purities of debris
Stay alive with a candid smile

Today’s newspaper carried news about an innocent tribal wrongly accused of murder charges and got acquitted on this June 29 after 22 years. He was hardly 18 years at the time of conviction. Who should be blamed for this injustice? Who could bring the lost youth and those precious 22 years for him? I just wonder if it is possible for any to smile under such painful situations.

I could not stop quoting Harper Lee’s ‘To kill a mockingbird’ that I read recently. We always find reasons to be biased against colour, creed, caste, language, religion, money power or muscle power.

This affirms the belief again that we have made the world into a den of injustice, prejudice, untruth, violence, malevolence, selfishness, corruption etc. We lose sight of our path, let loose our reins of senses, pollute our intellect with biased dark colouring of thoughts leading to wrong choices and end up as an opportunist who cannot think beyond our pleasures and as a sadist who enjoys giving deep wounds to others, indirectly to Mother Earth who has given shelter to us all. Thankfully, our planet is still not shattered into pieces (in spite of the wrongs that we do to her at all levels of existence) and is determined to move on in her orbit as always.

That’s why the great Avadhuta must have referred to King Yadu that he has learnt the greatest lesson of tolerance and acceptance from Mother Earth. He says, “A man of self control should not move away from his chosen path even when attacked by beings under the sway of their primordial tendencies, knowing it to be due to their own destiny (Prarabdha).”

The path that is referred to here is nonetheless the path of divinity. Mind you, it is not a joke to assume the result of all actions (whether good or bad) as direct ordinances of God or individual expressions of gunas. Self control alone can bring such a lofty understanding. But then what is the way to bring self control?

As far as my understanding goes, scripting the rhetoric can bring initial control to our minds.

Considering that I am in the beginning stage of evolution, I can practice self control in two phases:

1) To choose only positive words to speak.
2) To start believing that my words bring peace within and around.

Over a period of time, this would create its own beautiful grooves of purity and truth, which gets expressed in the form of actions and reactions.

By the way, why am I unable to forget the dream baby’s beautiful smile even after two days? Is the smiling baby trying to tell me that I can learn self control faster by maintaining silence during my journey?

At present, it is not my cup of tea.


P.S. The extracts are taken from the translation works of Srimad Bhagavata of Swami Tapasyananda, Ramakrisha Math.

1.3 Voice over the choice

In the last few days, I became emotional upon two happenings.

• Michael Jackson’s dilapidated physical, mental and financial states at the time of his death.
• Mercy petition to the President of India from the farmers of a Jharkhand village to legally commit mass suicide as there are no rains in their region for the past 3 years.

While I prayed for MJ’s soul to ascend to the next level of evolution, I was painfully frozen for a day thinking of the farmers’ present state. Both the situations have agonizingly reminded me of the challenging choices that loom large at every step of life. Remember, choices are only for the living and not for the dead.

Many a time, the turbulent mind doesn’t allow us to think rationally to make the right choice suiting the situation. That’s because emotions occupy the chair seat of the mind as the already coloured thoughts are retrieved at an incredibly faster rate from the memory reservoir. In other words, our attachments rule the choices instead of the (unadulterated) discriminative power of the intellect.

We might have come across proud, supercilious and selfish genre guffawing over others’ choices but takes pride of his decisions. At the helm of victory, he doesn’t realize that choices are given based on one’s karmic debts applicable only for a stipulated period and the joy of standing at the peak with pride may end at any moment as the decision taken out of the next level of choices may wipe out his enigmatic ascension. Mind you, for such a person of pride and prejudice, the fall would be highly damaging and disfiguring. Once identifying such a puffed man, it is better to avoid or ignore his advices even if it is given voluntarily, for he is imbalanced and immature in understanding his own situations completely, leave alone others.

Moreover, what holds good for one need not be for the other and what applies for one at one point of time need not apply at another time.

It is also quite natural of the human mind to think ‘why me?’ whenever painful choices are provided by the Providence when the whole world might appear to be enjoying its luxurious afternoon siesta.

So, when the choices are provided (whether hopeful or painful), either we should have the discriminative power to choose the right one among the options given or seek the guidance of a Master who has gained control over mind and shines through brilliantly amidst the clouds of emotions, for any change in gear in our coloured thoughts.

Now I can understand more clearly why a poignant Uddhava, sitting at the summit of emotions, applied a mercy petition to Shri Krishna to take him along with him to His world. Yet he has rightly chosen his beloved friend as his mentor using his discriminative intellect to the level of identifying his Master as a man of equipoise even during great calamities.

Shri Krishna answers to the intelligent Uddhava, “When a Jiva obtains a human birth, and becomes proficient in the path of knowledge and devotion, he comes to clearly understand Me, the Spirit endowed with all powers. Unable to find Me, the Pure Spirit, by sense perception, earnest spiritual aspirants seek Me in this body through presumption and inference. The presumption is that the Buddhi and other instruments functioning in the creation of knowledge are in themselves lifeless. The display of consciousness in them can be explained only by accepting a consciousness behind them. The inference is that as the Buddhi and the senses are in the nature of instruments, they must be functioning for the purposes of an intelligent agent.”

What a wonderful explanation! I read these lines again and again to absorb the declaration of Truth.

Further Shri Krishna continues, “In illustration of this, great men cite an ancient anecdote in the form of a conversation between Dattatreya, the Avadhuta (the naked wanderer) of blazing spiritual power and King Yadu, the knower of Dharma.

Kind Yadu requested Avadhuta with great humility: O holy one! Though possessed of great wisdom, you are found merely to roam about in the world like a young boy. Kindly tell me what it is that fills your heart always with joy, though you are without any object of sense enjoyment and are companionless and alone.”

Among a whole lot of choices that are present before me at present, I am very eager to hear Shri Krishna's voice on Avadhuta’s choices of learning.



P.S. The extracts are taken from the translation works of Srimad Bhagavata of Swami Tapasyananda, Ramakrisha Math.

1.2 Colouring of thoughts

During my flight journey to Mumbai from Bahrain a couple of days back, I remembered the fate of Air France passengers when our flight experienced turbulence a couple of times. At that moment, it seemed immaterial who would cry holding my memories intact or conduct memorial highlighting my superficial goodness or pray for my soul to rest in peace. Where there is no life, there possibly can not be any relationship with the dead. A few thousand miles above the earth, the emotions of humans seemed over reaction of a jobless mind and a theatre classic. I felt that I would be no way affected by these emotions once I am dead.

But once landed, down the earth, separation or death appeared once again to be cruel and painful. Why and for whom?

Any relationship must be treated like a beautiful scented flower. When such a flowery relationship breaks up its destined fringes, mind goes berserk due to its emotional tie-up with pristine thoughts. The thought of separation from the beloved brings intense pain in the heart of the lover, for the beloved can never be seen, heard or touched at any point of time.

No laughter be heard, no teasing done, no arguments entertained, no warmth of affection felt, no tears of love seen – all…. all seems permanently lost in the black hole of Creation. With the name and form wiped out under the aegis of time, the dead or separated exists only in the memory of the living. The loss is acutely felt whenever this memory is tapped accidentally or deliberately.

In one sentence, pain is only for the living and not for the dead.

To experience such unbearable pain or anguish, this can’t be a time pass relationship. Like us, Uddhava too feared to experience this irreparable loss and irreconcilable pain, as his relationship with Krishna was built only on love.

To such a dear one, Shri Krishna tries to drill some wisdom into him thus, “Know this world, grasped by the mind, speech, eyes, ears and other senses, to be insubstantial and transitory, being like mental projection in a magic show. For the man of uncontrolled mind, there is erroneous perception of multiplicity; a person with such perception is subject to the notion of good and evil. Therefore, with the mind and the senses controlled, you must see the world in the Atman, and that all pervading Atman in Me, the Supreme Lord. ”

Living on this earth, is it possible to transcend this perception of multiplicity?

Though the world had not failed to entertain me with different emoticons throughout my lonely travel, I managed to remain a peaceful onlooker throughout. However, had there been any of my dear ones in danger as a part of the same entertainment, my immediate response would be to outwardly act to protect them from the evil and inwardly bend, kneel, shed tears and pray to God soulfully for their good.

That’s why Uddhava must have pleaded, “The ignorant fool I am, Maya has bound me with the feeling that I am the body, and all those connected with it are mine. O Worshipful Lord! Instruct me, how I could soon achieve that abandonment of all attachments commanded by You.”

I stand alongside his emotional pleading, for I have understood theoretically that the turbulence of the mind is only due to the non-stop colouring of thoughts and that this colouring is nothing but ‘attachment’.


P.S. The extracts are taken from the translation works of Srimad Bhagavata of Swami Tapasyananda, Ramakrisha Math.

1.1 Playful Mind

For eons, our self realized clan has been handling treasures of Universe with capricious minds. Hence such whimsical attitude of our minds, the root cause of emotions, is passed on to generations through rote or practice to make us fit recipients of them. A close scrutiny of our daily life would itself reveal that layers of emotions continue to dribble out freely of our day to day activities projecting moods of pain and joy unscrupulously.

What is the net result of these emotions?

For a man of success, puffed ego feeds arrogance and overconfidence whereas restlessness, depression, self pity, jealousy, anger, hatred, dishonesty and other negatives circulate virulently in and out of the man in pain. Hence, there exists total lack of equipoise in both the cases.

Most of the times, we ensure that our bad mood swings develop a ripple effect on our near and dear ones. That’s when emotions become negative energies and affect the environment – both sentient & insentient.

People who could not think of anything beyond their happiness are never amiss to locate. They have the ability and capability to elevate pain in others given every single opportunity, if it benefits their lives. I wish to move away from such negative energies as darkness appears to possess more power to overpower my being. Yes, I am not ashamed to admit that I am still emotionally vulnerable.

However, there co-exists in small number a rare few who could never inflict pain on others at all given opportunities. The access to such people is meant only for a few blessed, it is said. It is not only for the access that I aspire for, but I do wish to become one such in this life, for these souls, it is said, have mastered their playful minds and learnt to whistle the tune of bliss always with a genuine smile, innocent laughter extending their caring hands for a lovely embrace out of compassion.

I am in awe of these divine personalities. Because in my present state of mind, I have only realized out of own experiences that separation from the loved ones for good is the most difficult emotion to overcome. I am slowly coming to terms that it is not child’s play to understand the play of the mind.

I also know that this world is one of constant change and matter is always in recycling process. So too the truth that everything that is born has to die. But the cosmos must have supplied customized answers for every question of the genuine seeker every time such a need arises, isn’t it? In support of my quest, I turned the pages of Bhagavatam accidentally today.

I became curious to know that Uddhava, Sri Krishna’s friend and cousin, had lamented over the decision of the latter to depart from this earth. He even says, “O Kesava, my Lord! To remain even a minute without Thee is impossible for me. Therefore deign to take me also to Thy Realm with Thee.”

Oh God! I understand how it would be to miss a great friend like Sri Krishna.

I was told by my mother during my childhood that the life of Sri Krishna had not been led out of a playful mind.


P.S. The extracts are taken from the translation works of Srimad Bhagavata of Swami Tapasyananda, Ramakrisha Math.

Chapter 1 - Introduction

I realise one major hurdle in practically attempting to start solving the puzzle of life and death. That is nonetheless the ‘emotions’ that gives name and shape to a relationship.

Yes. Where there is a relationship, there rules emotions. In fact, emotions have the uncanny ability to influence one to bond or break or destroy or love the other quoting any number of logical reasons. In one way, we are all subtly connected with each other through this unknown quotient in varying modicums at various times.

An overview of our own lives may enlighten that the trail that is left behind since birth would appear to be so overwhelming what with the emotional quota enjoying more than its allotted share of play. In simple terms, there is a constant threat of being overpowered with joyful surprises or painful sandstorms at any point in life. Sadly, the decisions taken during such times of emotional imbalance invariably do not carry wisdom resulting in unpleasant effects.

At such times, with trust and confidence in self shattered, fake steps and false pride get activated to mend the disarrayed rhythm within. With a natural urge to quickly reset the tattered life, such a man may act selfishly wounding others (who cross him at that juncture) physically or emotionally sometimes, never bothering about the emotional trauma at the receivers’ end.

The only living order of the world is…. ‘my pleasure’, ‘my happiness’, ‘my welfare’, ‘my rules’, ‘my success’, ‘my life’ & ‘my world’. One may ask, “What’s wrong with that?”

The natural dance of the world in myriad mystical expressions is always beautiful for it is a collective vibration whereas the dance of human emotions is disintegrated and disoriented. So, who and what can be blamed for our ugly dalliances?

Today I could not help thinking of those thousands who were killed on 26/11 last year (2008) by a group of fanatics. A father testifying in court upon his innocent daughter losing her leg and a mother crying how her young daughter died in her hands speak volumes of emotions of pain. Would the grieving mother have ever known at the time of conceiving and raising her child that she has to part with her precious baby so cruelly? What dragged the small girl to the scene of violence on the first hand?

The emotions of pain are not assorted patchworks on a jean to wear gleefully. This emotional patch shall remain a painful cache throughout the mother’s life. The cache may mar her or make her. So also the lives of the relatives, friends and well wishers of all those innocent victims.

Personally speaking, it is hard to believe that an emotion, a by-product of mind, which again is only a part of my existence, the expression of which can be felt through the senses, leads my destiny downhill most of the times.

Here my analytical mind raises a few valid questions…

1) How should I act or react when I am blown out of senses?
2) Is there any way to sublime my emotions?
3) Or is there any other way to overcome emotions?

The world at night seems mysterious for my eyes now. As a nature lover, I become emotional upon seeing the cloudless sky.

Preface

There is one truth in my life that I shall never deny. And that is God. Through fear or awe or love, He has conquered my heart throughout.

Once the punishing God went out of my sight, there started a slow and gradual understanding within accepting bitter experiences of life as positive lessons rather than fate. The transformation has helped me to become more attracted to God concept. Naturally, there ensued the inner fight to overcome inborn animal instincts and evolve as a light being. My observations have since improved to the extent of becoming increasingly sensitive to the issues of different life forms. Now, as a curious onlooker, I’ve observed that each life is an anomaly to the other, yet living in perfect harmony.

For man, life and death must be the biggest mysteries of creation. There is no greater science in the universe more interesting, self-involving, self absorbing and challenging than solving this mystery. Pains and pleasures in abundance, this universe appears to be cruel to mankind whose actions bring more misery than solving this mystery. I am no exception to this clan.

However I am aware that God was, is and will be in my life. To feed my burning urge and unravel the mystery personally, I need to ask a few questions and search for answers that can satiate my appetite. After pondering over the subject, I realized that I want to know….


• Who is Creator and what is creation?

• Who is the doer and who is the enjoyer?

• Who is the sinner and who is the saint?

• Who is Guru and what is wisdom?

• What is Truth and what is an illusion?

• What is sleep and what is awakening?

• Who and what is Real?

• What is Love and what is Knowledge?


The journey has just begun. With the blessings of my Master, I am starting this venture today.

Be around if you are interested.