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Information Please… Tears Alert

PLEASE take the time to read this!

The Black Telephone

Those of us old enough to remember when the phone was wired to the wall, usually in the kitchen, can relate to this story. I loved this read.

When I was a young boy, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it.

Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was “Information Please” and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone’s number and the correct time.

My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy. I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway.

The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear. “Information, please,” I said into the mouthpiece just above my head.

A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.

“Information.”

“I hurt my finger…” I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough now that I had an audience.

“Isn’t your mother home?” came the question.

“Nobody’s home but me,” I blubbered.

“Are you bleeding?” the voice asked.

“No, “I replied. “I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts.”

“Can you open the icebox?” she asked.

I said I could.

“Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger,” said the voice.

After that, I called “Information Please” for everything. I asked her for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math. She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.

Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called, “Information Please,” and told her the sad story. She listened, and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not consoled. I asked her,

“Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?”

She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly,

“Wayne, always remember that there are other worlds to sing in.”

Somehow I felt better.

Another day I was on the telephone,

“Information Please.”

“Information,” said in the now familiar voice.

“How do I spell fix?” I asked

All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston . I missed my friend very much.

“Information Please” belonged in that old wooden box back home and I somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me. Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.

A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle. I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, “Information Please.”

Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well.

“Information.”

I hadn’t planned this, but I heard myself saying, “Could you please tell me how to spell fix?”

There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, “I guess your finger must have healed by now.”

I laughed, “So it’s really you,” I said. “I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time?”

“I wonder,” she said, “if you know how much your calls meant to me. I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls.”

I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.

“Please do,” she said. “Just ask for Sally.”

Three months later I was back in Seattle. A different voice answered, “Information.” I asked for Sally.

“Are you a friend?” she said.

“Yes, a very old friend,” I answered.

“I’m sorry to have to tell you this,” She said. “Sally had been working part time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago.”

Before I could hang up, she said, “Wait a minute. Is your name Wayne?”

“Yes.” I answered.

Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called. Let me read it to you. The note said,

“Tell Wayne there are other worlds to sing in. He’ll know what I mean.”

I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.

Never underestimate the impression you may make on others.

Whose life have you touched today?

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The Laws of the Spirit World – In Summary (Khorshed Bhavnagri)

The first part of the book is a teaching style in which Khorshed Bhavnagri’s sons share with us how they died, how they went to the spirit world, and all the learnings that they received there. Written in a dialogue format, the two sons who passed away share their experiences of meeting the High Good Souls, and the reasons for communicating with human beings on earth – including their parents.  The book is written by their mother Khorshed Bhavnagri who supposedly received the teachings from her sons via automatic writing. Here’s a quick recount on what they have shared:

  1. The spirit world has 7 realms, and each realm has 10 (counted from 0 to 9) stages. Each stage becomes better as it goes up. Realm 1 is supposed to be the closest to the earth and the darkest realm.
  2. Realms 1 to 3 are the lower dark realms with no hint of light / day. They are known as what we call Hell. Realm 4 is the in-between realm, akin to the earth; where there are both night and day. Here’s where the human soul is born and carries out its deeds / karmas, thus, paving its way to either go back to the lower realms or ascend up to the realms 4 and above. Realms 5, 6 and 7 make up Heaven, the most beautiful being the 7th plane.
  3. The concept of time in the lower and higher planes is different than that of Earth. Times moves very slowly in these planes.
  4. Every soul’s goal should be improvement over self (or self improvement) so that it can become better and better until it becomes the perfect being – one that can reach God.
  5. In the spirit world, souls become younger as they grow wise with enlightenment and learning.
  6. High Good Souls are souls that are the rulers of each realm. They permit souls to travel from one realm to another.
  7. Some people like to help everyone but helping evil people is wrong as you become party to the evil actions committed by such people. So, one must be very careful while helping others.
  8. While earth has all kinds of souls living together, spirit world segregates souls by keeping them separate in separate realms; good souls are on a different realm together and bad souls on another; and evil souls on yet another.
  9. Bad souls can be helped, if they repent – not to anyone else but to themselves. Repent with true intent.
  10. Motive is everything – what’s your motive behind your charity, your actions such as visiting temples, helping others? Are you feeding your ego?
  11. Bad souls stay together and continue to harm each other as is their nature. But the only way out of this misery of lower levels is to seek genuine repentance and a true call for help. The minute a bad soul is ready to repent, good souls from the higher planes come down to help the soul on its journey of enlightenment.
  12. What you sow, so shall you reap is true; however, the reaping happens because of one’s own subconscious mind which knows the sins it has committed – and not by God as is believed by many.
  13. God wants each soul that is living on earth to help others facing difficulties – and more than that, to help evil people back on the righteous path.
  14. Purpose of rebirth of a soul is three-fold:
    1. To protect & help loved ones
    2. To finish karmas left over from previous lives – purifying the soul so that it can rise to a higher level (planes / realms)
    3. To progress spiritually by taking part in its spiritual mission
  15. It’s a myth that departed souls should not be contacted. In fact, departed souls are always looking after their loved ones, and they keep trying to communicate with the loved ones to guide them through their journey in life on Earth, to help them understand friends from foes and to ease their pain. Departed souls who were very closely and deeply connected with their loved ones when alive, tend to get affected by their emotions in the spirit world as well. That’s why they wish to ease their pain on earth.
  16. If one has the ability or skill to communicate with departed souls, it is a great thing and it should be developed to help others. Good spirit world beings are always on lookout for people on earth who can communicate with them so that they can pass on messages to their loved ones.
  17. Most souls on earth have taken rebirth 100 to 2000 (two thousand) times, and many of them have been on the lower realms.
  18. It is true that evil souls could possess physical mind – but it is also true that this happens if and only if you yourself are innately evil. If you are a good person and try to communicate with good spirits, you will receive helpful messages from them.
  19. It is advised that one must never attempt automatic writing on their own without a protective link from an experienced and already-linked person. It could turn dangerous as evil spirits could be attracted.

Part 2 of the book unfolds as a series of questions and answers. Most of these are probably questions that many of us would have thought about at least once in our lives.. such as

  • Why do we suffer so much in spite of leading a good life?
  • Why should we pay for something that we did in some other life and we don’t even remember it now?
  • and the like

All in all, the book is definitely convincing and I wouldn’t say I don’t believe in it; however, there are still persisting questions in my head that remain unanswered.

If you would like to explore it yourself, here’s the link:

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Book Review: The Pataala Prophecy Son of Bhrigu

Hello Folks,

I recently completed reading a new book, Son of Bhrigu (AKA The Pataala Prophecy) and simply loved it.

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/39858098-son-of-bhrigu

You can read my review on Goodreads here.

Book Rating: 4 / 5

Author Rating: 3.5 / 5

Recommendation: Must read

 

 

 

The Pataala Prophesy is the first book I picked up by author Christopher C Doyle, considering I have been pretty much averse to the genre of the likes of Amish (Shiva trilogy, Meluha, etc etc).

What attracted me to this book I wouldn’t be too sure, but yes, I ended up getting hooked to the story. Chris Doyle understands Hindu mythology so beautifully and hence, he is able to put it into words that create a visual treat for the reader.

His way of weaving in real mythology with his imaginative anecdotes somehow gives the story a very fresh original feel – and one wouldn’t get a whiff of what was his imagination until he reveals it in his epilogue.

The story of the Pataala Prophesy is about Shukracharya, who is the Son of Bhrigu, and the prophesy that was made by the Sapta Rishi during the start of the Kaliyuga. Brilliantly narrated, unputdownable and very much set in the modern world of Internet.

Downside:

The language used to indicate that the story is set in the modern world somehow does away with the class that is typical of a literature lover. Somehow, that didn’t go well with me, and I found myself wrinkling my forehead at some places where the English used is so kiddish that the flow and awe just gets disturbed. More so, since the protagonists belong to the teaching community.

Yet, I would say, this is a must read and of course, it mentions a sequel – so, it does leave you wanting and craving for more, as soon as possible!!

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Meet Aastha and Sanskar: I am excited!!

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Image credits: Business Today (BTOnline)

Well, no, Aastha and Sanskar are NOT the names of the lead couple of my new story. Neither are they names of my friends or characters. 🙂

Aastha is the brand name of women’s clothing brought to you by Patanjali, YES, our very own Baba Ramdev ji!! And Sanskar is for men and kids.

I am having an insomniac’s night out and just happened to stumble upon this “Ghanti Bajao” on ABP News – Baba Ramdev ji’s offering for this Dhanteras and Diwali – a new desi clothing line!!

Wowieee… !! I am all for trying this stuff..

I was so so excited. I love clothes – and this is my blog post just in anticipation of what is coming up from Baba Ramdev ji’s potli. 😛 Yes, pun definitely intended.

I wouldn’t call myself a fan of Babaji, but I most definitely respect this man – he has brought our culture of Ayurveda onto the world map like no one else.. and of course, onto India map too, while it was fading away into the dark valleys of ‘history’.

On the 5th of November, Babaji inaugurated his first apparel store ‘Patanjali Paridhan’ in Delhi, with his brands Livefit, Aastha and Sanskar.

I know, I know – many smirks and quirky smiles from many of you. But hey, I give it to this ‘Go(o)d’ Man – he definitely knows how to ‘make’ India ‘made in India’. And I love the statement he made two years ago, when he announced his entry into the apparel business, “Just because I am a baba does not mean we cannot marry modernity with spirituality, we can make, let’s say desi jeans.” Whatever that means, but at least, he is not one of those who blindly reject western culture and hide their heads in the sand, not willing to accept that western culture has very much seeped into our DNA and has now become one with our culture.

Baba ji is one Baba I’d love to meet one day!!
I am witness to his medicines having cured my pet dogs too – and although there hasn’t been any research on the effectiveness of his medicines on animals, I know – for sure – because they HAVE cured my pet dogs. Yes, Tulsi Ghanvati, we give it with confidence. After all, it’s natural!!

@Baba ji, if you ever wish to get inputs, you know who to approach – these meds really work even on pets.

Okay, let me not digress and come back to the main subject – clothes!!

Like any other woman, I love clothes, and I am waiting for the Patanjali Paridhan to come to my city!!!

My next blog will review the clothes (I don’t know when, but will) whenever I get to try them. Apparently, the clothes have been enhanced with the scents of ‘kasturi’, chandan, etc.

PS:

As I was trying to research on Patanjali, I stumbled upon their online store

patanjaliayurved.net – pretty cool, they have COD as well!!

patanjaliayurved.org  is the other website that has a wealth of information on the science of Ayurveda, Yoga, etc.

Also check out his absolutely unbelievable Swadeshi Samriddhi Card, something akin to a cashback card with lot of benefits.

PPS:

If the post seems like I am promoting Patanjali, I think yes, I surprised myself too. But hey, it’s okay.. worth it.

PPPS:

Do come back and comment if you happen to be from Delhi and/or have a chance to try Patanjali Paridhan.

Here’s the video I saw:

 

 

 

 

 

 

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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…

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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

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Note to self…

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SPENT… (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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.