In my World

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In my world,

there is no sorrow

there is no depression

there is no anxiety

there is no crime

there is no violence

there is no hunger

there is no betrayal

there is no politics

In my world,

there is only love.

Brought by benign souls

Promoted by kind angels

They share their excess with kindness

They accept from others with humility.

And they maintain a balance.

Tell me you are one of them.

Tell me.

Because I know, that I am.

But my world needs you to become perfect.

My world needs change to become what I define it to be.

My world.

Born free. Free to choose.

Live and Help Live.

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Most valuable gem

I bought some gem stones today.

Also a bracelet made with all the stones. But then, I was debating how much more to spend, for it’s an endless street. You go in, and unless your brain pulls you out, you just don’t stop. I got so attracted to Malachite that I just couldn’t express. I went wayyyy beyond my budget to indulge in … yes, gem stones.

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The beautiful Malachite

But then that’s not what I want to tell you about.

This very benign gentleman, humble as ever, recognized me as soon as I entered Lucky Gems. He was very happy to see me. We got talking and he said he had just returned from Kashmir, having spent 20 days with his Sufi guru.

And I was really amazed. He was so humble. He said something that really struck me.

In his words,”My Guru says that we plan such huge things, big dreams, bigger houses, long cars, huge bungalows, loads of money, but we don’t realize that the ENTIRE life is inside just that O.N.E. L.I.T.T.L.E. H.E.A.R.T.B.E.A.T. That’s all. Jab tak woh dhadkan hai, tab tak zindagi hai.”

Now, can I say without a doubt that this bit of knowledge has made me millions more richer than any money would.

I told him, “Uncle, you know, what I just bought from you might be precious gem stones, but they are not the most valuable thing that I am taking away with me from you – it’s these words that you just said, that are precious.”

And I just came back home, ONLY to blog about this, and share my ecstasy with the world.

I will add pictures of my coveted bracelets and stones in my subsequent blog posts.

For now, I am mighty enchanted. Mmmm…

The sky as it is in a fantasy – but this is reality

* Repost for my all-new audience, do check out the comments before each picture. 🙂

In one of my recent trips, I took these pictures again.. yes sky pictures.. somehow, these can never cease to bore me. I am so so sooo fascinated by the sky, especially when I am travelling.

These pictures have come out exceptional, especially the one which has the sun’s rays .. looks divine.

Do let me know if you all think so too. 🙂

Wanna play stepping stones? Notice the rays of the sun on the top left corner?

Emotion: Calm

Annndd.. the plane tilted. 🙂

Emotion: Amusing

Doesn’t this look divine? Like the sun has just opened its armssss wideee.. !!

Emotion: Conflict

A Secret Kingdom lies beyond …

Emotion: Peace

Sky or Ocean Waves??? SKYY definitely!!! Yes, really!!

Emotion: Torment, kashmakash

Note to self…

An almost burnt-down lit candle on a candle ho...

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Get up, dust yourself and move on.

Two years back, I requested my masi to read out a vachan from the Guru Granth Sahib that she has at her home.

That post was titled “Saying Goodbye“. The time I wrote that post was also one of the most turbulent times I had gone through and I believed that the worst was over.

Quoting myself from that post,

Why is this post titled ‘Saying Goodbye?’ I am saying Goodbye to my old self.
Welcome change! I accept you with open arms. God is there with me.

I can share His plans with you. In hindsight, this is the vachan He gave me:

“Raam naam man deep dhar, jeeyan dehri dwaar.
Tulsi bheetar bahar, Je chahyes ujiyaar
Raam naam ur ur mein gahiyo, jaake sam nahin koye
Jeeya Simrat sankat mite darsh tuharo hoye.”

Meaning: “Be the candle at the doorstep of your home, that spreads light inside your home and into the world outside.”

THAT was meant to be my role. I shared with my mentor, that I took a very big decision in my life after this vachan. My Godfather my mentor and someone who I love deeply told me very sweetly, that my dear, it is so very clear that your role was to be the candle in someone’s life for a while. While you were doing that, you were also lighting your own self. But my dear, please remember that the candle has to burn itself out one day. It melts down to nothing and then, its role is over.

You have been that candle in someone’s life – perhaps in many lives that you believe benefitted by your being in some way. Your role is over. Pick up the pieces and move on, for you are made for better things in life. Your role as a candle was a part of your true calling. Keep working on it.

And his wife says, Punam, what is yours will never go. If it did, it was never yours.

To my mentor: I enjoyed being that candle. Although it burned me out, I shall cherish the pain too. I am not afraid of lighting myself all over again.

I leave you all with these pictures….  and a final thought:

People change, memories don’t. People can only add to you. Nothing is ever lost.

Dedicated to my mentors who have me wrapped in angel wings: Sampath ji and Beena ji

Dedicated to my mentors who have me wrapped in angel wings: Sampath ji and Beena ji

Love yourself. Period. Everything else will fall in place.

Love yourself. Period. Everything else will fall in place.

When I sleep… zzz… *think*… zzz… *think*…

I have a very strange life and a very strange habit.

Just before I go to sleep, my mind is racing.. and since I do not get to blog too much, I think a lot.. and I think entire blog posts which get lost in the labyrinths of my mind.

So during these moments just before dozing off, my mind is racing about some important topic I want to write about in my blog.. and it starts simulating the whole process.. exactly the way THIS very blog post is coming into existence. I start off with a good beginning, then move on to explaining the whole point of view and then end it – this process goes on without a hitch – in a very smooth practiced manner.

And what is even more stranger, yes, a friend just called me “psycho” – THRICE, playfully of course, but I positively do not like being called so – because it reminds me of someone else.. but that is besides the point – what is even more stranger, is that sometimes, i recite entire poems in my dreams/sleep/half-awake state – and these poems are actually beautiful poems, if only I could get up right then and record them… I don’t, obviously, and hence, I lose them in the memories of time.

Now, I wonder if this happens to anybody.
Because I am strange. Yes. But then, I would like to believe every person is, in their own right. I believe every person has his/her strange wierdo qualities that make them unique.

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And I am proud of mine.. I am proud of the way I am.. the way my heart is, and the way my mind is.. I know I am capable of giving unconditional love, and that I am capable of keeping someone happy. This has been a quality in me that I cherish – the amount of patience I can have and the lengths I can go to, to “give”.

Sounds like justification? Ooppss!!

Coming back to writing, I must make more time for my blog.
I have so much to say.. so many thoughts rushing inside my mind and waiting to pour out.
Or I will surely go crazy.

PS: The last couple of days have been a bit on the rougher side, and I am feeling all weak and mentally worn out. So perhaps my next few posts might speak my state of mind… Never the less.. like life has seasons, my blog does too. I am just proud to be me. 🙂

Thank you for reading me.