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Right here, right now. Go. Leave. Reinvent.

You’re allowed to leave any story you don’t find yourself in. You’re allowed to leave any story you don’t love yourself in.

You’re allowed to leave a city that has dimmed your light instead of making you shine brighter, you’re allowed to pack all your bags and start over somewhere else and you’re allowed to redefine the meaning of your life.
You’re allowed to quit the job you hate even if the world tells you not to and you’re allowed to search for something that makes you look forward to tomorrow and to the rest of your life.

You’re allowed to leave someone you love if they’re treating you poorly, you’re allowed to put yourself first if you’re settling and you’re allowed to walk away when you’ve tried over and over again but nothing has changed.

You’re allowed to let toxic friends go, you’re allowed to surround yourself with love, and people who encourage and nurture you. You’re allowed to pick the kind of energy you need in your life.

You’re allowed to forgive yourself for your biggest and smallest mistakes and you’re allowed to be kind to yourself, you’re allowed to look in the mirror and actually like the person you see.

You’re allowed to set yourself free from your own expectations.

We sometimes look at leaving as a bad thing or associate it with giving up or quitting, but sometimes leaving is the best thing you can do for yourself.
Leaving allows you to change directions, to start over, to rediscover yourself and the world. Leaving sometimes saves you from staying stuck in the wrong place with the wrong people.

Leaving opens a new door for change, growth, opportunities and redemption.

You always have the choice to leave until you find where you belong and what makes you happy.

You’re even allowed to leave the old you behind and reinvent yourself.

Author: Rania Naim

Posted in #life, lessons, Philosophy, Spirituality, wisdom

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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Ghosts Of A Not-So-Pleasant Past?

Paulo Coelho and his words of gem on past memories  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
How do you make peace with a negative past and with those who have wronged you? (By Alex)

Coelho: In order to move from the past to the present you need to accept your scars. But you need to do everything in your power in order to heal them so that the ghosts of your past will no longer barge in your present life.

It is a long and difficult process I grant you – but it’s a way out of guilt and hatred in my eyes.

How do you stop sadness? (By Nuri)

Coelho: By welcoming it and living it intensively for a determined amount of period. In my case I give myself three days to be completely submersed in this feeling.

Once I’ve let sadness pay me a visit, then I kindly ask it to leave. Sadness is then satisfied and leaves

My inserts:

There has to be a way of taking them (past memories) out of the system. And I believe it is by overwriting them with new memories. It takes a long time, but yes, it ultimately happens and we end up being happier once we have forgiven our past.  And by saying ‘forgiven our past’, I don’t mean forgiving people who have wronged us, I seriously don’t believe in that, what I mean is to forgive our own selves and let happiness in our lives.

There are a lot of times when we choose to close doors because of past memories and we end up closing doors to good things in life. And that is not good, not good at all. There is a whole lot of good things in the Universe. The Cosmos wants to give you soo much, but you have to be WILLING to have it, you have to be there, standing with open arms to welcome what is rightfully yours. 🙂

So on an end note, are you willing to do that? If yes, do share with me.

*Earlier posted on Sulekha.com in 2011

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You are allowed to (By Rania Naim)

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Attributed to Rania Naim, author and poet. Originally published here.

You’re allowed to leave any story you don’t find yourself in.

You’re allowed to leave any story you don’t love yourself in.

You’re allowed to leave a city that has dimmed your light instead of making you shine brighter.

You’re allowed to pack all your bags and start over somewhere else and you’re allowed to redefine the meaning of your life.

You’re allowed to quit the job you hate even if the world tells you not to and you’re allowed to search for something that makes you look forward to tomorrow and to the rest of your life.

You’re allowed to leave someone you love if they’re treating you poorly.

You’re allowed to put yourself first if you’re settling and you’re allowed to walk away when you’ve tried over and over again but nothing has changed.

You’re allowed to let toxic friends go, you’re allowed to surround yourself with love, and people who encourage and nurture you.

You’re allowed to pick the kind of energy you need in your life.

You’re allowed to forgive yourself for your biggest and smallest mistakes and you’re allowed to be kind to yourself, you’re allowed to look in the mirror and actually like the person you see.

You’re allowed to set yourself free from your own expectations.

We sometimes look at leaving as a bad thing or associate it with giving up or quitting, but sometimes leaving is the best thing you can do for yourself.

Leaving allows you to change directions, to start over, to rediscover yourself and the world. Leaving sometimes saves you from staying stuck in the wrong place with the wrong people. Leaving opens a new door for change, growth, opportunities and redemption.

You always have the choice to leave until you find where you belong and what makes you happy.

You’re even allowed to leave the old you behind and reinvent yourself.

Read more of Rania Naim’s touching words here.

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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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Dear Grandpa

I miss you.

You had set the foundation for our comfortable life, having come here with nothing and building everything from the scratch.

I remember how I used to play with your hair as a little child. You were so possessive with your hair and yet, whenever I felt like, I would get so many rubber bands and make little ponytails all over. You would check yourself in the small hand-held mirror and laugh.

I remember you started giving me pocket money every month when I turned 13. 200 rupees. I used to spend it in Archies – and would look forward to the next month.

I remember  how you were concerned about my health and that I am too skinny. I used to tease you by showing my non-existent biceps and you would burst out in laughter.

I remember how you would bring cartons of Goldspot and ThumsUp because we all loved them. You would also bring Cadbury’s Crackle, Dairy Milk and Fruit & Nut – again, cartons with 10 pieces so that we could eat them to our heart’s content!!

When I ventured out, you would be so concerned and would ask my mum how I am doing, whether I am eating well or not. You were so proud of me when I told you my salary and you just smiled from ear to ear.

When I came home two weeks back, seeing you in the condition that you were, brought me down to tears. I couldn’t resist sitting by your side and caressing your head. You caught hold of my hand tightly, as if to say, thank you – don’t go. When you refused to eat food, I coaxed you into opening your mouth so that I could push the food in. You had given up on life. I had to force water down your throat as you opened your lips a bit – you weren’t even ready to drink water!!

I ran to my dad and cried and cried – asking him if something could be done, but he said, no beta, this is life. He will get more harassed if we shift him to the hospital. Wistfully, I left for my job that Monday, and by Saturday, you were gone.

I got the phone call from dad while I was in a meeting Saturday early morning. I rushed home and cried and cried, thinking and thanking for coming home the previous week. I booked my tickets and when I reached home, seeing you, lying so peacefully inside the ice box, with an angelic smile on your face, broke my heart. You looked as radiant as alive. I wanted to touch you – but everyone had to come. Your last rites broke my heart again. As I bid farewell, I prayed that you would always watch over us, and forgive us for anything that we would have not been able to fulfill.

Daddy (as we call you), I love you, I miss you.

I am sad that you are no more, but grateful too, that your suffering has ended.

Stay with us in our memories and be there, our guardian angel.

 

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An adventure

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Yes, thank you, that’s mine.

I have been wanting to buy a sewing machine for quite some time. Yesterday, I ventured out to do just that. The store is almost 25 kms from my home and Google decided to take me to a location where there was no store at all.

Now, let me tell you the whole story. I usually travel by cab but on Friday evening, there were no cabs available so I booked an auto. While I set out towards my home, I decided to instead go into the city interiors to find a sewing machine store. So I told the auto walla to take me into city instead as I want to buy a sewing machine. The auto walla, after pondering for some time, told me, “Madam, if you want to buy a sewing machine, you must buy it from X Shop in Y area. That shop is the biggest 3 floor store and you will find all kinds of machines there. I bought one for my wife 5 years ago, and she is still using it – the machine has never required a servicing till date.”

Wow, you can imagine my elation – I was like, “God, give me a rose, and a rose fell into my lap!!” So, I asked him to take me there the next day. He was a genuine simpleton and he agreed – although I wasn’t so sure that he would come, I reconfirmed with him.

The next day, he came right as he said, at 11.30 and we set out. Now, I had no idea that this Y area would be sooooooooo far away that it would feel like going to another city!!! Okay, so, throughout, the auto walla was narrating his story to me, about how he had worked hard and the cabs have beat their income down. I felt sorry for good hearted people like him, and prayed that he would prosper, in spite of the fact that I didn’t have great impressions about auto wallas in general.

It was about 12.30 when we reached. And right as he said, the shop was a large one – but the company of machines was local. And the price they quoted was HUGE. I thought, if I had to pay that much, I would rather buy an Usha Machine than a local one.

So again, I googled and to my luck, there was another distributor who stocked usha machines in the same area!!! So off I went, the auto, zipping through streets and sabzi markets and controlled parking areas to reach this place. And, the man was educated, well meant and showed me a lot of models. I chose one, and he quoted 9500, came down to 8500 and still, earned over 2000 profit because I did not have the great uncommon common sense to check the MRP on the box. He unboxed and fit it into the table – BTW, I insisted on the wheels option WITHOUT a motor. I am quite a stickler for traditional jooni purani stuff that way.

So, the guy said it would take about an hour to set it up. The kind auto walla was so cooperative, he said he will wait. It was 2.30 by that time and I was hungry. There was a small canteen kinda shop in the corner of the building and I headed over there to find something to eat. I asked the auto walla as well if he’d like to eat something. He declined, but said, he would drink some tea. So I ordered puri bhaji for myself and two teas.

The whole idea of this post came because THAT tea was the MOST tastiest tea in my city till date – trust me, no Tea Place or Cafe or Barista or any Chai place could serve as good a tea as this one!!! I am a Tea maniac and can have even 20 cups a day, without missing food. So, this one got a 10 on 10 – the proportion was jussst perfect. Not too much milk or sugar. The problem with tea EVERYWHERE else is that they serve it with 80 to 90% milk – which kills the whole point of tea. The way I drink it is to add a few teaspoons of milk in a cup of black tea.

That said, the task of fitting the machine into the auto was a huuuge one. I squeezed myself in a corner next to the machine and we set out. Another hour’s journey and by 4.30 I was home.

What a day!! And for 3 years now, I have wanted to buy a sewing machine – yes, I have a full time job, I intend to keep it, and no, I am not crazy. I am just too creative to not keep my fingers from fidgeting!! And, I am nurturing dreams of a big little business. 🙂 Yes, going my Dad’s way. I think.

So, wish me the bestest of good lucks, folks and friends.

I am on a new journey – yet again!!