My dream came true after I died..
The blue blanket in front of me that went up and down..
Clear blue skies with tints of white here and there..
The sky seemed to be the ocean turned upside down..
You have yourself. No matter who's with you or not, you will always have yourself.
For the womb that was his shelter for 9 months,
For the heart that was his home for ever...
We are not who we think we are. We only think, we are who we think we are..
Dreams come when you are asleep
Dreams come true when you are awake
All the people in this world cannot fill this void within you, not even you. Because this void is death. Death completes you.
What I need in life is a single thing worth fighting for.
The closest you can get to looking at perfection, is your reflection.
My life would be more confused
My soul would be more lost
Without you.....
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Free yourself....
Let your soul lie
There is you and the sky
And no one around
close your eyes
And just be...
Do not hear but
Feel the sound of the ocean
Let the breeze brush against your cheeks
and the moonlight kiss you gently
You will see that you cease to exist
And existance doesn't matter
Because you are one
With something
That's bigger than life
Or the world
The purest things
Can neither be touched
Nor heard
Nor seen
They can only be felt
There is you and the sky
And no one around
close your eyes
And just be...
Do not hear but
Feel the sound of the ocean
Let the breeze brush against your cheeks
and the moonlight kiss you gently
You will see that you cease to exist
And existance doesn't matter
Because you are one
With something
That's bigger than life
Or the world
The purest things
Can neither be touched
Nor heard
Nor seen
They can only be felt
Thursday, July 30, 2009
You were the world
How can someone be alive one second, and not be the next. Millions of years- man got to space, got to the deepest and darkest parts of the ocean, figured out what goes on in the core of the earth, but could not come close to figuring out Mother nature. This is what probably many out there who loved Michael Jackson felt, when they heard about his untimely death. How can one possibly let go of the thought of a person being alive? Especially if you lived with and/ or, loved the person.
Someone came up with the line "time heals all wounds" because you have to say something to the grieving one. This is the one wound that the so powerful time cannot heal. Even if it's healed, the scar still remains, for life. You live and move on because life pretty much doesn't give you a choice, does it? You house this body with an empty soul, which doesn't wander anymore because it doesn't know where to go.
No matter how Michael Jackson's life was, it is obvious that he was very talented. He is one figure that probably every Tom, Dick and Harry knows, literally speaking. He created history, and will no doubt live on for eternity. May his soul rest in peace, and may his family find strength through this.
Someone came up with the line "time heals all wounds" because you have to say something to the grieving one. This is the one wound that the so powerful time cannot heal. Even if it's healed, the scar still remains, for life. You live and move on because life pretty much doesn't give you a choice, does it? You house this body with an empty soul, which doesn't wander anymore because it doesn't know where to go.
No matter how Michael Jackson's life was, it is obvious that he was very talented. He is one figure that probably every Tom, Dick and Harry knows, literally speaking. He created history, and will no doubt live on for eternity. May his soul rest in peace, and may his family find strength through this.
A taste of history
I got back a few days ago, from the land where the mighty Roman Emperors walked, and it's hard to let go of the enigmatic experience that I went through in this amazing place. Be it the age old piazzas bustling with people, or the not so crowded streets of the make believe city of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, this country is one to die for. Few places ooze this unique feel, in each city which has a distinction of it's own. In Rome, you go back in time a few thousand years to feel the majesty of the buildings. Venice- you can't miss the magic that runs through your soul, as you step into the city that stands on water. The Square of Miracles in Pisa, home to the leaning tower takes you to another place altogether, which is beyond definition. Florence gives you a taste of frescoes and sculptures that bridged ancient and modern art. The little medieval Manhattan- San Gimignano sits in the midst of lovely sunflower fields and vineyards, gives you a glimpse of alabaster lamps and ceramic pottery.
Like life and love, all good things do come to an end. So did the trip. I made sure I dropped a coin in Fontana de Trevi to assure my return to the eternal city of Rome, and the magical Venice when the air is cold, and the streets are deserted.
Like life and love, all good things do come to an end. So did the trip. I made sure I dropped a coin in Fontana de Trevi to assure my return to the eternal city of Rome, and the magical Venice when the air is cold, and the streets are deserted.
Friday, April 03, 2009
You let go of the past.... is the past ready to let go of you?
The past is gone, tomorrow is unknown, today is what we have in our hands, that's what the wise tell us. Yes, you are ready to let go, but is your past ready to let go of you? Doesn't it keep bumping into you like an unwanted visitor, in the form of a friend, a neighbor, or even a loved one?
Your past is like the unwanted trailer that keeps playing on your tv, and it's too late before you can flip the channel. It has already done it's part, the memories have come back, the damage is done. How can you hide before you are even given a chance to run? And as time goes by, it's not so much the past that hurts, it's the way it disguises itself, to run into your present.
So how do you deal with it? Fight it, ignore it, run away from it? There's no one right way to deal with, is it?
Your past is like the unwanted trailer that keeps playing on your tv, and it's too late before you can flip the channel. It has already done it's part, the memories have come back, the damage is done. How can you hide before you are even given a chance to run? And as time goes by, it's not so much the past that hurts, it's the way it disguises itself, to run into your present.
So how do you deal with it? Fight it, ignore it, run away from it? There's no one right way to deal with, is it?
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Delhi-6 ya Kaala Bandar
What can you do if the pieces of a puzzle are put together, but the scene itself doesn't fit in. That's how it is with Delhi-6. The director tried to put the pieces together, but the story doesn't fit in. 2 good things about the movie- songs, and star cast. My fav. being dil gira kahin dafatan, shot very uniquely in it's setting. A lot of us here in the US could relate to what could have been going in the character's head.
The cast being great, it failed to register to me as to what Sonam Kapoor's purpose was in the film. Her talent went waste in this movie full of haphazard scenes that seemed to have been desperately tried to fit in to form one whole movie. The movie seemed to revolve around this mysterious character called Kaala Bandar which became the gist of the movie.
Abhishek did not seem to fit in as the ABCD, the puppy faced Ranbir Kapoor could have probably done more justice to the role.
Over all, a movie not worth the 10bucks, except for the songs.
The cast being great, it failed to register to me as to what Sonam Kapoor's purpose was in the film. Her talent went waste in this movie full of haphazard scenes that seemed to have been desperately tried to fit in to form one whole movie. The movie seemed to revolve around this mysterious character called Kaala Bandar which became the gist of the movie.
Abhishek did not seem to fit in as the ABCD, the puppy faced Ranbir Kapoor could have probably done more justice to the role.
Over all, a movie not worth the 10bucks, except for the songs.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Mumbai Meri Jaan
There are coincidences, and they happen to each one of us.
I had just finished watching the movie Mumbai Meri Jaan (Mumbai my love), and after a little while I hear about the seige that took place in Mumbai. It happened during Thanksgiving 2008. What is it that we should be thankful for? Should we be thankful that we weren't in those hotels when the attacks occurred? Yes, we should be. But what about the families of those who lost their loved ones? What about the ones who are severely injured, and fear a long and painful journey to recovery?
What has the world come to? All the people who were killed in the attack, what was worth more than their lives- money, power, or victory? It is said, jaan hai tho jahan hai (you have your life, you have the world). What happens to those who lost their lives- men, women and children, old, young, and the pregnant. I fail to fathom the motive behind such occurences. What has anyone gained out of these? Whoever planned this assault, what has he/ she gained from it? Can anyone make me see the whole point of it?
There is no safe haven anymore, anywhere. Man is his worst enemy, he is setting up a grandiose stage with all splendor, but this stage is going to crumble, very soon. We are not setting a secure future for our next generations, what they have in store is more bloodshed, pollution, uncertainity, and......
Each of us can make a difference, provided each of us believe that we can, and act to pitch in. It's never too late, isn't it? Or, is it?
I had just finished watching the movie Mumbai Meri Jaan (Mumbai my love), and after a little while I hear about the seige that took place in Mumbai. It happened during Thanksgiving 2008. What is it that we should be thankful for? Should we be thankful that we weren't in those hotels when the attacks occurred? Yes, we should be. But what about the families of those who lost their loved ones? What about the ones who are severely injured, and fear a long and painful journey to recovery?
What has the world come to? All the people who were killed in the attack, what was worth more than their lives- money, power, or victory? It is said, jaan hai tho jahan hai (you have your life, you have the world). What happens to those who lost their lives- men, women and children, old, young, and the pregnant. I fail to fathom the motive behind such occurences. What has anyone gained out of these? Whoever planned this assault, what has he/ she gained from it? Can anyone make me see the whole point of it?
There is no safe haven anymore, anywhere. Man is his worst enemy, he is setting up a grandiose stage with all splendor, but this stage is going to crumble, very soon. We are not setting a secure future for our next generations, what they have in store is more bloodshed, pollution, uncertainity, and......
Each of us can make a difference, provided each of us believe that we can, and act to pitch in. It's never too late, isn't it? Or, is it?
Anxiety disorder, a state, not a disease
Anxiety is an unpleasant emotional state, the sources of which are less readily identified. It is frequently accompanied by physiological symptoms that may lead to fatigue or even exhaustion. Because fear of recognized threats causes similar unpleasant mental and physical changes, patients sometimes use the terms fear and anxiety interchangeably. Distinguishing among different anxiety disorders is important, since accurate diagnosis is more likely to result in effective treatment and a better prognosis.
Anxiety disorders are often debilitating chronic conditions, which can be present from an early age or begin suddenly after a triggering event. They are prone to flare up at times of high stress.A good assessment is essential for the initial diagnosis of an anxiety disorder, preferably using a standardized interview or questionnaire procedure alongside expert evaluation and the views of the affected person. There should be a medical examination in order to identify possible medical conditions that can cause the symptoms of anxiety. A family history of anxiety disorders is often suggestive of the possibility of an anxiety disorder.
Anxiety can be accompanied by headache, sweating, palpitations, and hypertension.
It is important to note that a patient with an anxiety disorder will often exhibit symptoms of Clinical Depression and vice-versa. Rarely does a patient exhibit symptoms of only one or the other.
There are different kinds of anxiety disorders- generalized, panic, agoraphobia, phobias, social anxiety disorder, obsessive compulsive disorder, post traumatic stress disorder, separation anxiety etc.Look up on the internet to see if you think you have one of these.The right treatment may depend very much on the individual's genetics and environmental factors. Therefore it is important to work closely with a psychiatrist, therapist or counselor who is familiar with anxiety disorders and current treatments.
Anxiety disorder is not a disease, it's just a state that sums up from various possible reasons, could be broken families, broken marriages or relationships, sexual abuse, physical abuse etc. Love and support of near and dear ones definitely helps a great deal. Meditation can also help relax your fears. For all those who think you have anxiety disorder, remember- "do not feel guilty", don't care if people do not understand your fears, it's not worth it. Try meditation, take up a hobby, keep yourself occupied. Talk to someone who you think would understand you. If there is no one around, talk to a doctor as to what would be best to subside your fears.
Also, feel free to write to me. Maybe I can help.
Sleep and blankets, blankets and sleep
I wondered that if our body is wrapped up in just clothes while we are awake (except of course when we leave our mother's secure womb, and while we take a shower :)), so why do we feel the need for clothes "and" a blanket while we are in slumber.
The answer... is body temperature... the link between body temperature and our body.
Not everybody realizes that our body temperature works and ticks like an internal clock controlling our sleeping cycles. Body temperature also controls the metabolism, circulation and other involuntary activities our body undertakes. Whenever you put big physical demands on your body your body temperature will rise above the norm. As a response to any intensive physical activity, the body temperature drops for a while as soon as you stop the activity. This is when you feel sleepy, and you feel the need for a blanket since your body temperature is below your regular body temperature during the day.
Though it might not be a neccessity, but most of definitely use a sheet during sleep time. I definitely do :)
The answer... is body temperature... the link between body temperature and our body.
Not everybody realizes that our body temperature works and ticks like an internal clock controlling our sleeping cycles. Body temperature also controls the metabolism, circulation and other involuntary activities our body undertakes. Whenever you put big physical demands on your body your body temperature will rise above the norm. As a response to any intensive physical activity, the body temperature drops for a while as soon as you stop the activity. This is when you feel sleepy, and you feel the need for a blanket since your body temperature is below your regular body temperature during the day.
Though it might not be a neccessity, but most of definitely use a sheet during sleep time. I definitely do :)
Friday, July 25, 2008
Flesh and bones and what?
I would love to know what the world would be like a 100 years from now, 500 years from now, a 1000 years from now. But.. how would I know? I probably will have kids, and then grandkids, and maybe I can ask my grandkids, and then have them ask their grandkids, to send me pictures and videos of what the world is like "then". They will obviously have immensely advanced technology then... Well... whatever the technology is, my grandkids use it, and take snapshots of the future world, and put them in an envelope, or attach them in an email, ready to send them to me.
But... where will I be? What kind of a mailing address can they use? Where can they send it to? And though my email account would be active (no chance huh...), who will actually see those emails. What will happen to this entity called "me"? I know I will be dead, is there something after that?
The farthest I can go, is my grandkids, and then I will be forgotten. Just like that!
Check out the Bodies Museum, will give you an insight into how complex your body is, yet so fragile....
But... where will I be? What kind of a mailing address can they use? Where can they send it to? And though my email account would be active (no chance huh...), who will actually see those emails. What will happen to this entity called "me"? I know I will be dead, is there something after that?
The farthest I can go, is my grandkids, and then I will be forgotten. Just like that!
Check out the Bodies Museum, will give you an insight into how complex your body is, yet so fragile....
Innocence.. lost
The other day I was watching Forrest Gump, and I heard this person within me that wanted to come out, live and express freely. Maybe it was my soul.
In this hustle bustle of life, we don't realize when we are drained off the very essence of our being- innocence. A heart break, a humiliation, each passing year, bullies, take our our innocence in one form or the other, and then remains what is called "you" or "me".
Remember when we loved unconditionally, lived freely, laughed vivaciously, cried openly... Where did all that go?
Can we love unconditionally now? Not without the fear of getting hurt, not without expecting...
Can we cry openly now? Not without the thought of being judged, not without the fear of being labelled vulnerable....
What Forrest gave was love, what we give.. what is it?
So, is the world depriving us of innocence, or is it us?
Given a choice, would we want our innocence back in the same life, in the same world?
In this hustle bustle of life, we don't realize when we are drained off the very essence of our being- innocence. A heart break, a humiliation, each passing year, bullies, take our our innocence in one form or the other, and then remains what is called "you" or "me".
Remember when we loved unconditionally, lived freely, laughed vivaciously, cried openly... Where did all that go?
Can we love unconditionally now? Not without the fear of getting hurt, not without expecting...
Can we cry openly now? Not without the thought of being judged, not without the fear of being labelled vulnerable....
What Forrest gave was love, what we give.. what is it?
So, is the world depriving us of innocence, or is it us?
Given a choice, would we want our innocence back in the same life, in the same world?
One of those days....
Yet another day...... where in my brain is bombarding me with questions, and my heart has no answers. I wander aimlessly, in search of the missing pieces of this enigma called life.
What is it that my heart craves for, what is it that my senses long for, what is it that's within me that is yearning to feel complete?
What is it that I want to do- get married? have kids? Or what is it that I am sceptical of doing- getting married? having kids?
It's been a while now, since these questions kept erupting within me, now and then, like dormant volcanoes, seemingly harmless, but who knows what lies beneath.
Now where is it that I can find answers for these- friend, mother, shrink?
Nowhere, except someday it should strike me like a bolt of lightning, maybe that will be my enlightenment.
But... what if it's too late?
The fear of dying with my dreams unrealized, sends shivers down my spine. What if I fail to realize what I want. As the last breath in me waits to get out, deep within, my core would feel incomplete, for a life not lived, for the dreams that remain unfulfilled, for the energy that is wasted, for the time that is lost....
What is it that my heart craves for, what is it that my senses long for, what is it that's within me that is yearning to feel complete?
What is it that I want to do- get married? have kids? Or what is it that I am sceptical of doing- getting married? having kids?
It's been a while now, since these questions kept erupting within me, now and then, like dormant volcanoes, seemingly harmless, but who knows what lies beneath.
Now where is it that I can find answers for these- friend, mother, shrink?
Nowhere, except someday it should strike me like a bolt of lightning, maybe that will be my enlightenment.
But... what if it's too late?
The fear of dying with my dreams unrealized, sends shivers down my spine. What if I fail to realize what I want. As the last breath in me waits to get out, deep within, my core would feel incomplete, for a life not lived, for the dreams that remain unfulfilled, for the energy that is wasted, for the time that is lost....
Friday, March 14, 2008
Aum...
Om is not a word but rather an intonation, which, like music, transcends 
the barriers of age, race, culture and even species. It is made up of three Sanskrit letters, aa, au and ma which, when combined together, make the sound Aum or Om. It is believed to be the basic sound of the world and to contain all other sounds. It is a mantra or prayer in itself. If repeated with the correct intonation, it can resonate throughout the body so that the sound penetrates to the centre of one's being, the atman or soul.
There is harmony, peace and bliss in this simple but deeply philosophical sound. By vibrating the sacred syllable Om, the supreme combination of letters, if one thinks of the Ultimate Personality of Godhead and quits his body, he will certainly reach the highest state of "stateless" eternity, states the Bhagavad Gita.
the barriers of age, race, culture and even species. It is made up of three Sanskrit letters, aa, au and ma which, when combined together, make the sound Aum or Om. It is believed to be the basic sound of the world and to contain all other sounds. It is a mantra or prayer in itself. If repeated with the correct intonation, it can resonate throughout the body so that the sound penetrates to the centre of one's being, the atman or soul.
There is harmony, peace and bliss in this simple but deeply philosophical sound. By vibrating the sacred syllable Om, the supreme combination of letters, if one thinks of the Ultimate Personality of Godhead and quits his body, he will certainly reach the highest state of "stateless" eternity, states the Bhagavad Gita.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Urdu
Urdu... one of the most musical languages that my ears encountered, ever since I started understanding words. To an extent, the beauty of a language is irrespective of us comprehending what's in it. The real beauty though, lies in each word of the language, transcending mere mortal comprehension.
Urdu is such a language, that leaves footprints on my soul, every time it walks into my ears.
Urdu, historically spelled Ordu, is an Indo-Aryan language, a branch of the Indo-European language family. They form a subgroup of the Indo-Iranian languages, which consists of three other language groups: the Iranian, Nuristani, and Dardic. It developed under Persian and to a lesser degree Arabic and Turkic influence on apabhramshas (is a term used by Sanskrit grammarians since Patanjali to refer to dialects of North India that deviate from the norm of Sanskrit grammar) during the Delhi Sultanate and Mughal Empire (1526–1858 AD) in South Asia. Urdu is a standardised register of the standard dialect Khari boli. Khariboli has four varieties, Standard Hindi, Urdu, Dakhini and Rekhta. Each of these is a standard in its own right. Standard Hindi (also High Hindi, Nagari Hindi) is used as the lingua franca of Northern India (the Hindi belt), Urdu is the lingua franca of Pakistan, Dakhini is the historical literary dialect of the Deccan region and Rekhta is a highly Persianized register of Urdu used in poetry.
Urdu is often contrasted with Hindi, another standardised form of Hindustani. The main differences between the two are that Standard Urdu is conventionally written in Nastaliq calligraphy style (one of the main genres of Islamic calligraphy) of the Perso-Arabic script (writing system that is based on Arabic alphabet) and draws vocabulary more heavily from Persian and Arabic than Hindi, while Standard Hindi is conventionally written in Devanāgarī and draws vocabulary from Sanskrit comparatively more heavily. Linguists nonetheless consider Urdu and Hindi to be two standardized forms of the same language.
Urdu has been playing a major role in Bollywood since time immemorial. The latest in the rat race is Jodha Akbar, a page from the book of the life of Mughal Emperor Akbar. The film contains immense dialogs in Urdu. So all Urdu lovers, don't waste another minute :)
Saturday, January 05, 2008
Come unto me.....
None of us know whether God exists or not. But belief does. And that's what makes us strong.
This song is for all the broken hearts, do not give up, hope is around the corner, keep searching, and you will find a purpose;
And for the strong hearts, for hope is always yours.
Are you looking for someone to be gentle
With your broken heart Your shattered dreams
Are you searching for someone who’ll be faithful
To you no matter what life brings
Well I know the Maker of the storm, the sunrise
He is both the Lion and the Lamb
He is strong enough to shake all earth and heaven
Yet meek enough to take me as I am
He says
Come unto me
all who are weary
And I will give you rest
Bring what hurts, bring your scars,
Bring the load that you carry
And I will give you rest
Are the clouds above your head oh so heavy
Bursting with showers of despair
Do you struggle under more than you can carry?
Has life given more than you can bear?
Would you like to trade your failures in for victories?
Like piles of ashes in for piles of gold
Can you fall down like a child who is helpless So
He can pick you up and make you whole
Sung by- Nicole C Mullen
Listen to the song- http://youtube.com/watch?v=gVwVXlMEHaI
Monday, October 01, 2007
Kehne ko saath apne ek duniya chalthi hain, Par chupke is dil mein tanhai palthi hain
As I go through the everyday process of living life...
I also go through moments of thought
Wandering thoughts....about life,
the course of life, and death...
all of which are inevitable
This vicious circle of life....
where does it lead u to
from here, where next?
questions unanswered
journey incomplete
where do I go from here?
What is it that I would want to accomplish?
What is it that my heart craves for?
What is it that my Self longs?
forWill it ever dawn on me?
I do not pursue it,for I know...that enlightment doesn't come out of pursuit
If life is a journey, is death it's destination?
What is the purpose of this journey,and what does death imply?
Thursday, August 02, 2007
The world that ought to be....
Have you ever thought about-
a world filled with happy souls, all floating around, like free birds in the bosom of mother earth, where everyone smiles at the other, no hard feelings, no jealousy, no competition for power, no greed for money; a world where each of us had what we required for a simple and sweet life, all in equal amounts for every purified soul.
a world where animals hopped around in joy, no fear of being slaughtered or separated from the mother; where cows were milked as a means of luv, not to make money; where hens laid eggs in their own natural way; where there's no artificial insemination, or hormones.
where the air remained pure, and calm
where luv sustained in it's natural form.
Well- if there was a perfect world, we wouldn't know what pain is
But, did we really have to know what pain is?
In a world where each one is happy, is there a need for pain?
If you haven't thought about it so far, do take a few moments to sit back and introspect, what's your role as a thoughtful human being, towards other humans, towards animals.
Maybe you will discover things about yourself that were long hidden deep inside you.
Try to touch the deep core of you that has probably been lying dormant for ages. You will be amazed to know what you would find!
-archana
a world filled with happy souls, all floating around, like free birds in the bosom of mother earth, where everyone smiles at the other, no hard feelings, no jealousy, no competition for power, no greed for money; a world where each of us had what we required for a simple and sweet life, all in equal amounts for every purified soul.
a world where animals hopped around in joy, no fear of being slaughtered or separated from the mother; where cows were milked as a means of luv, not to make money; where hens laid eggs in their own natural way; where there's no artificial insemination, or hormones.
where the air remained pure, and calm
where luv sustained in it's natural form.
Well- if there was a perfect world, we wouldn't know what pain is
But, did we really have to know what pain is?
In a world where each one is happy, is there a need for pain?
If you haven't thought about it so far, do take a few moments to sit back and introspect, what's your role as a thoughtful human being, towards other humans, towards animals.
Maybe you will discover things about yourself that were long hidden deep inside you.
Try to touch the deep core of you that has probably been lying dormant for ages. You will be amazed to know what you would find!
-archana
Friday, June 29, 2007
Yeh honsla kaise juke.....
Yeh Hosla Kaise Juke
Yeh Aarzoo Kaise Ruke
Manzil Mushkil To Kya
Dhundla Saahil To Kya
Tanha Ye Dil To Kya
Raah Pe Kante Bikhre Agar
Uspe To Phir Bhi Chalna Hi Hai
Shaam Chhupale Suraj Magar
Raat Ko Ek Din Dhalana Hi Hai
Rut Ye Tal Jayegi
Himmat Rang Layegi
Subha Phir Aayegi
Hogi Hame To Rehmat Ada
Dhup Kategi Saaye Tale
Apni Khuda Se Hai Ye Dua
Manzil Lagale Humko Gale
Zurrat So Baar Rahe
Uncha Ikraar Rahe
Zinda Har Pyar Rahe
Yeh Aarzoo Kaise Ruke
Manzil Mushkil To Kya
Dhundla Saahil To Kya
Tanha Ye Dil To Kya
Raah Pe Kante Bikhre Agar
Uspe To Phir Bhi Chalna Hi Hai
Shaam Chhupale Suraj Magar
Raat Ko Ek Din Dhalana Hi Hai
Rut Ye Tal Jayegi
Himmat Rang Layegi
Subha Phir Aayegi
Hogi Hame To Rehmat Ada
Dhup Kategi Saaye Tale
Apni Khuda Se Hai Ye Dua
Manzil Lagale Humko Gale
Zurrat So Baar Rahe
Uncha Ikraar Rahe
Zinda Har Pyar Rahe
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Why should we do sadhana* regularly?
In your brain, you have your brain cells…and certain cells are functioning now, certain other cells will function the next day. So the cells which are functioning today, don't get a chance to "come back" for may be another ten-twelve months. There are billions of cells in your mind, but only a few are active at a time, and they take turns-they "work" in rotation. Now when you are doing your practice, what are you doing?
You do the practice today-these cells are cultured, you do the practice tomorrow-those cells are cultured, and you do the practice, the next day-and again, those other cells are cultured….So, what happens, when you do the practice over a period of time?
All the cells-all the brain cells-are educated. Each and every cell is educated, is cultured. Then you find, "Oh everyone is educated" Now if you don't do your practice for say four days or five days, they remain uneducated, they remain illiterate…and its these "cell" who create problems! A little later, they will come, they will wag their tails, they will cry, they will make you go up and down, they will make you depressed-then all these things come up.
That's why do regular practice, for at least that period of time, till all the cells have been totally cultured and educated-well educated! Then, anywhere you move, you are in a calm, serene space! Do you see that?
* sadhana- meditation
You do the practice today-these cells are cultured, you do the practice tomorrow-those cells are cultured, and you do the practice, the next day-and again, those other cells are cultured….So, what happens, when you do the practice over a period of time?
All the cells-all the brain cells-are educated. Each and every cell is educated, is cultured. Then you find, "Oh everyone is educated" Now if you don't do your practice for say four days or five days, they remain uneducated, they remain illiterate…and its these "cell" who create problems! A little later, they will come, they will wag their tails, they will cry, they will make you go up and down, they will make you depressed-then all these things come up.
That's why do regular practice, for at least that period of time, till all the cells have been totally cultured and educated-well educated! Then, anywhere you move, you are in a calm, serene space! Do you see that?
* sadhana- meditation
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
mohabbat tho ek javeda zindagi hain
the soul doesn't wither, the body does
love doesn't die, the heart does
What is the feeling that is, which the mortals call love. Each of us has a different meaning for love, but we do know that love is further away from even the abstract. There is no meaning for what it is. It goes beyond what the small mind can comprehend, and what the sweet heart can feel. It's the language of the soul, which longs for the feeling unknown, and is fulfilled without knowing. Love is the feeling that is unknown, undefined to the human mind. The deepest part of us, and only it, can see what love is, for in the depths of us, lies the power to know the unknown. The Self is unknown, constantly trying to be explored, and only the unknown can reach for the unknown, touch it, and feel it....
love doesn't die, the heart does
What is the feeling that is, which the mortals call love. Each of us has a different meaning for love, but we do know that love is further away from even the abstract. There is no meaning for what it is. It goes beyond what the small mind can comprehend, and what the sweet heart can feel. It's the language of the soul, which longs for the feeling unknown, and is fulfilled without knowing. Love is the feeling that is unknown, undefined to the human mind. The deepest part of us, and only it, can see what love is, for in the depths of us, lies the power to know the unknown. The Self is unknown, constantly trying to be explored, and only the unknown can reach for the unknown, touch it, and feel it....
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