tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9217439902519696612024-03-12T18:03:16.550-07:00Scribble DoodleShort stories in free versescribble-doodlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097027571013732966noreply@blogger.comBlogger69125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921743990251969661.post-31269215448389796802013-06-08T04:38:00.002-07:002013-06-08T04:38:55.477-07:00Monsoon baby <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A tropical monsoon has much to explore</div>
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it is a season when the earth teems with life</div>
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these magical signs begin before and continue even after the rains</div>
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its a time for greeting and celebration </div>
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Being fortunate to stay in a city like Mumbai </div>
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which is or rather used to be bio-diverse mangrove islands by the sea</div>
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not far away from the Sahyadri ranges or the Western Ghats </div>
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become emerald green with dense foliage in the monsoons</div>
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the mountains seem alive with waterfalls , streams </div>
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giving birth to a plethora of life-forms </div>
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besides providing scenic landscapes </div>
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and opportunities for escapades</div>
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the pre -monsoon showers are marked by the signalling of fireflies</div>
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flickering in the trees and bushes over the streams in the moonlight</div>
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the monsoons are marked by many activities and adventures like trekking </div>
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and waterfall rappeling </div>
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the end of monsoons are marked by blossoming wild flowers in the laterite mountains and plateaus of the Western ghats</div>
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The dragonflies hum and buzz over the flowers and the fresh green trees </div>
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celebrating the new earth - rejuvenated and revived</div>
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This monsoon i look forward to new life from my very own womb,</div>
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sharing something in common with the mountains and glades of the neighbouring Sahyadris. </div>
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scribble-doodlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097027571013732966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921743990251969661.post-4420399979026173712012-09-11T03:54:00.001-07:002012-09-11T04:03:21.608-07:00Energetic<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">i have been thinking, feeling ,sensing and playing with energy for a while now. my experiments with energy started when i first learnt Shiv Yoga when i was 19 years old. I didn't practice this form of healing and meditation much but it did lay a foundation for my spiritual growth. Later i attended courses and practised meditation of The Art of Living Foundation when i was 23. Since then , it has been a ride. A journey into the breath, into the soul , the mind and emotions. Meeting wonderful souls from The Temple of Inner Wisdom, who had explored so much along the spiritual path. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">More lately, i have experienced how our latent fears and emotions can suddenly surface and create a havoc if out of check. While meditation helps in this case, these emotions need to be understood and dealt with. In this phase of emotional confusion, i was recommended a book by friends and spiritual teachers called 'You can heal your life' by Louise Hays. Another book that I chanced upon at my Aerobic studio was a book called 'The Heart of the Soul' by Gary Zukav and Linda Francis. The first book contains affirmations and how to change our limiting belief systems while the other tells us how to focus on our energy centres or chakras to understand our emotions as every chakra is the seat of a different emotion. This book further led me to question how do we understand our chakras, and this further led me to Pranic Healing Foundation where I did my basic pranic healing course. Pranic healing helps one to understand better how energy works, seeing and working with our energy bodies and centres. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A lot of questions remain but I am excited to travel ahead, to seek new answers, to find my true vibration and to Allow and surrender! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Some amazing books to read if you are on this path-</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Bhagvad Gita As it is </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Celestine Prophecy </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Omni Reveals the four principles of creation</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Autobiograpy of a Yogi </span></div>
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scribble-doodlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097027571013732966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921743990251969661.post-38656162634005165192012-07-06T05:57:00.003-07:002012-07-08T23:58:30.403-07:00Of airplanes and nightskies and shooting stars<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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i always loved watching airplanes</div>
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planes taxiing on the runway, </div>
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planes taking off and landing</div>
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planes forming clouds in the high skies</div>
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and planes in the city skies</div>
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i can recall countless evenings</div>
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walking on my terrace watching planes</div>
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and even noticing the airlines</div>
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knowing where they went </div>
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brought feelings of hope, encouragement and inspiration</div>
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planes were symbolic of my freedom and redemption</div>
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i would actually see myself travelling to the country where the plane was taking off</div>
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and curiously enough some of these visualisations came true</div>
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until a point where sadly enough or probably they had already served the purpose</div>
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there was a new skyline in my neighborhood which covered the view of the planes flying by </div>
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and in a few years after i took off to my new permanent residence in South Bombay </div>
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the plane was a mere dash or dot in the sky </div>
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twinkling in the night skies as it flew over my new building </div>
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to some more new and myraid destinations</div>
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<strong>Night skies and shooting stars </strong></div>
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coming from the land of tacky hindi cinema</div>
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showing shooting stars in every corny scene of a movie</div>
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it nonetheless evoked some curiosity in me to actually see a shooting star</div>
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it was one night at my vacation home in Nasik , </div>
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lying down on the parapit of the new terrace </div>
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staring at the immense, expansive quiet skies</div>
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that i suddenly spotted a moving object</div>
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travelling at its set pace, millions of lightyears away</div>
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alas i gazed and gawked at my first shooting star</div>
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little did i know that was just a beginning </div>
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coz i now i see one every other day </div>
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even in the Mumbai skies </div>
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it takes just a moment of looking up </div>
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and admiring the universe</div>
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and voila, it puts up a show </div>
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i guess it likes some attention too:) </div>
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and yes, Bollywood cinema is in fact not so exaggerated :p</div>
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<strong>When did you last hear the word Milky Way ?</strong></div>
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I was supposed to be on my last trip with my family before my wedding </div>
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in the majestic State of Rajasthan</div>
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We travelled to the most quaint little towns </div>
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full of culture and amazing architecture</div>
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one of our last stops was the small town of Kumbhalgarh </div>
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an hour and half away from the city of Udaipur</div>
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this little town hosts the longest fort , its walls second only to The Great Wall of China</div>
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we visited the fort in the evening and stopped back to watch the Light and Sound Show in the night</div>
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after what seemed a long wait, we took positions in the amphitheatre</div>
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the wall was lit up brilliantly and the watchtower above changed colors </div>
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as the story changed its nuances</div>
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but lo, what was even more mesmerising was another light show going on</div>
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right above and in front in the night skies</div>
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we saw streams of long clouds across the skies with a million stars </div>
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some shining so bright and tons of shooting stars embarking their journeys</div>
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this indeed was the milky way</div>
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my mom, brother and i sat dumbstruck at the brilliance </div>
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in such a perfect setting</div>
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I showed my brother Harsh his first shooting star and by the end of the show </div>
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he had shown me another three</div>
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i was in awe and gratitude of the skies</div>
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Thank you for putting up that special show ;)</div>
</div>scribble-doodlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097027571013732966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921743990251969661.post-86257799794247300242012-05-23T23:03:00.001-07:002012-05-24T05:01:52.842-07:00A load full of life<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Wohhh... its been a while since ive written... n my blog is like a dead log floating in cyberspace.hmmm... </div>
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but hey just to let you know when im not writing im reading, or pondering or just looking out of the window, </div>
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travelling and busy experiencing ....doing all that takes to get some more stories to write;) </div>
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No but seriously, life has been great, very kind, generous and unbelievable</div>
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I have made the biggest and toughest decisions, met some wonderful new people, travelled to some awesome places </div>
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and of course chanced upon some really appropriate books at the very appropriate time </div>
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Along the way also experiencing my worst fears surfacing </div>
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This is the time where i chose my husband, dated him for a year, went on some lovely short trips with him, got married to him, </div>
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travelled to Bali for my honeymoon (a story in itself) ,</div>
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felt the deepest love and gratitude for my parents and siblings </div>
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settling in into my new life and new family, </div>
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playing with my lil niece Anicaa, watch her grow, </div>
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this was also the time where i finally recognised my spiritual guru Swami Vivekananda (more on that later)</div>
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In short life has been full of stuff...i guess that's why this blog has been empty ;)</div>
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Its now more than ever that i feel that every episode, chapter or molecular incidence of my life is so inter-connected and </div>
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leading the way to the next episode, chapter or molecular incidence.. </div>
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Besides my husband (Kapil) and I have been exploring some serene places to sit down and meditate in deafeningly loud and chaotic city like Mumbai </div>
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Ramkrishna Math at Santacruz ( meditate to the tunes of the Aarti composed by Swami Vivekanada, takes place at sunset time everyday)</div>
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Gayatri Mandir at Khar (a total chance discovery when I went to buy my bridal shoes from a neighbouring building... you know what i mean by the inter-connectedness of life...anyway this place is quaint, quiet and pulsating with energy) </div>
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Japanese Buddhist temple at Worli (evening chanting on Nam Myoho Renge Kyo accompanied by loud Japanese drums but definitely a very spiritual experience)</div>
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Hare Rama Hare Krishna Temple at Babulnath (plush, ornate.. we go here evening time when darshan is closed but the Hare Rama devotees sing and chant the Hare Rama Hare Krishna in various tunes and tones ranging from soft and melodius to loud and reveberating.. a definitely heightened spiritual moment)</div>
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Jain temple opp Bombay Dyeing Mill Compound at Elphinstone (not so quiet at the moment owing to construction projects in the neighborhood but it is beautifully lit in the evening ... the temple seems very inviting and captivating)</div>
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Just a last few words...life is fun and liberating and every day it brings us closer to the truth ... so go with it with love and surrender there is nothing there to fear :) </div>
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</div>scribble-doodlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097027571013732966noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921743990251969661.post-21489487699518727212012-01-04T22:23:00.000-08:002012-01-05T01:23:55.065-08:00A New Year in the Old WorldIf you have been following my blog you may know what intrigues me… its always people and places. What they eat, what they speak, what they think and why.. yes it is the People’s story that is truly fascinating. If you carefully look at the world as a globe you see layers of consciousness represented through different cultures, each serving as a part to the whole. <br /><br />Behind the scenes of economic capitalism, militarism, terrorism, globalisation there still remains a world cast away, waiting to tell their story or may be not.. they perhaps choose to remain aloof. <br /><br />In my recent conversations, with friends and colleagues I have learnt about cultures that are still primitive yet very connected in essence to the workings of human consciousness. A thought that comes to me, is not just political or economic globalisation but spiritual as well.<br /><br />A geologist friend working with an oil exploration company recently spent a few months living in Papua New guinea where he learnt about the country’s 200 odd tribes still living in so –called ‘oblivion’. Only 2 of these are marginally civilised. However they are in absolute unity and harmony with their surroundings and habitat. He also shared with me that when he travelled to Australia he learnt that the Australian Aborigines were considered ‘flora and fauna’ of the country in as late as 1920. Ironically, these humble people still don’t take offence and still choose to live their lives in their natural habitat and staying connected to the source. <br /><br />Another story that unravels the mysteries of our planet, revealing its many untold stories and faces.. is the story of an island country in French Polynesia called New Caledonia. I had never heard about this place until my French colleague shared with me his experiences living there as his mother was a French government official posted there. The people of New Caledonia were unmasked before the world, yes, there were people from New Caledonia caged and displayed at museums in Paris in the 1900s as samplings of this strange, distant island! The people of New Caledonia represent and celebrate the human spirit as much as their French counterparts in Paris. Their music is very groovy and they have a thrilling game to mark the beginning of youth and read this carefully it is nothing but- bungee jumping!<br /><br />As a history student I have read and learnt about many civilisations but rarely do we hear about the remote worlds of New Caledonia, Papua New guinea or even Samoa (another country I learnt about from a half Samoan). There are more places than you know, or you read about in your newspapers. Even if we choose to ignore what happened to all the Native Red Indians of America or whether the Mayans were so evolved that they merged with divine consciousness or did they just get dismissed by Spanish gunpowder. It will remain a mystery. <br /><br />Personally, I consider people all over the world as a part of a larger jigsaw puzzle.. some are more obscure and choosing a path of resilience to maintain the spiritual balance of humanity while the others are still killing each other and stealing each other’s resources.scribble-doodlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097027571013732966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921743990251969661.post-58494720560683905322011-08-29T04:32:00.000-07:002011-08-29T04:36:40.084-07:00Energy contributed by Kapil BhatiaIn the course of your life, there are certain events that we witness or experience that gets a person to think. These may be random occurrences, can be passed off as just being at the right place at the right time. At times they are too personal to you to let moment go, these are the moments that get you thinking on a cosmic level, from a new perspective.
<br />The gravitational force of a burning mass of gas holds the universe together. Astrology attempts to explain the inter linkage of humans and the universe we inhabit. What fascinates me the most is the existence of this invisible force, an energy that connects you with the universe.
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<br />A strange incident early this morning got me thinking down these lines again and now that I am down to writing about it, let me narrate the whole story.
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<br />I went to the comedy store last night with my regular gang of alcoholics; our plan was simple, drink alcohol and laugh. That is exactly what we did, got home (drunk) and passed out. At 5:15 a.m. I got up to drink water (Not common practise for me, when I am drunk and passed out). As I was crossing the Mandir at home, I saw papaji bend over trying to plug a new electric dia. Hunched over, with a bad back, he was struggling to straighten himself. He felt dizzy and lost balance. He was about to fall when my hand broke his fall and stabilised him.
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<br />Around 10 a.m. Papaji asked me the same question. What was it that got you there, when I was just about to fall? I did not call you. Woh kya shakti thi jot tere ko mere kol leayee?
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<br />Me being a spiritual man thought we are connected, it was the energy that binds us that woke me up.
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<br />I have come to believe in this invisible force, this energy that connects you to nature. We are all connected with one another. It depends on the level of energy you show towards another person that makes it telepathic. It is no coincidence that these strange incident occur with-in family, very close friends or loved ones. When there is unconditional love and genuine care then the positive energy that you radiate towards the other person has actual healing powers. It can cure depression and eradicate diseases.
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<br />It is compounded to a truly magical level when you have a group of people that emit the same frequency of energy towards each other. Like a family, old group of friends, some couples I know.
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<br />That is when the magic truly begins. Look back upon your life, has a person or animal unexpectedly shown up for when you needed it the most. The people that come to your mind are those that are your positive influencers. These people are either those that you emit positive feeling towards or those that emit positive feelings towards you, sometimes the energy level is mutual (that is wonderful).
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<br />I strongly believe that it is our genuine love and care for each other that took me to Papaji exactly when he needed me. Being connected through this telepathy is a real and simple, not some out of body experience.
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<br />We all have these energy emitters in our lives; we need to be thankful for it. It is a single moment of grace that increases the frequency of this energy. It is a simple thing we all need to do in our mind, thank them and move on with our busy lives but be assured the positive energy will vibrate around you and your loved ones and the connection is always in coverage area.scribble-doodlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097027571013732966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921743990251969661.post-79210820376957372042011-08-26T08:18:00.000-07:002011-08-26T08:24:32.971-07:00When you're awake....O life is like a dream
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<br />life is like a Dream.....
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<br />scribble-doodlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097027571013732966noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921743990251969661.post-59820196674182900832011-08-06T00:16:00.000-07:002011-08-06T00:46:14.769-07:00Life is a love driveLife teaches you to love<br />the closer you get to the truth <br />you experience love- <br />divine, fulfilling and sublime<br />you melt in the eternal bliss<br />beholding the eyes... <br />the eyes of truth, wisdom..<br />seeing God in his eyes<br />the heart, mind and soul rejoice <br />having reached the final destination<br />to embark on yet another infinite journey..scribble-doodlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097027571013732966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921743990251969661.post-83091247663074935552011-06-06T21:47:00.000-07:002011-06-06T21:48:29.630-07:00The Crystal MazeIt's a maze of life<br />whether you turn left or right<br />is the question<br />you keep going until you find the cue<br />until life answers the question <br />you have been seeking all through<br /><br />you remember the old game of crystal maze<br />something like that...<br />a maze with a 1000 mirrors<br />so ...many possibilities<br />which one is for you??<br /><br />so keep going<br />until you reach the end<br />until you find the cue<br />until life answers the question <br />you have been seeking all throughscribble-doodlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097027571013732966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921743990251969661.post-49088369283339720862011-03-27T22:31:00.000-07:002011-03-27T22:33:21.182-07:00To be, free!free from all fears<br />free from all inhibitions<br />free to let go<br />free to dive in to the unknown<br />it is the beginning of me<br />here, I AMscribble-doodlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097027571013732966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921743990251969661.post-10581120804566662272011-02-28T21:57:00.001-08:002011-02-28T21:57:34.039-08:00Sweet surrenderyou have a life waiting for you<br />a life you always imagined<br />dreamed of<br />felt<br />understood<br />wanted<br />missed<br />that life is yours<br />when you know<br />that are being loved<br />thanking your beloved<br />giving and ready to receive<br />embraced by surrender and knowingnessscribble-doodlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097027571013732966noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921743990251969661.post-49432092122776132622011-02-11T08:36:00.000-08:002011-02-11T08:40:12.317-08:00Playing poker with the universeDude.. hey you the universe Im talking to you… <br />We need to talk about a lot of things<br />You and me<br />Lets just sit down on this table and negotiate<br />Since you do not understand time nor space or anything in between<br />Let's talk feelings<br />Let's talk thoughts<br />Let's talk energy<br />And if you multiply these you give me some consciousness<br />Let's make this a fun exercise without appraisal sheets <br />I know you have all computated<br />But listen up<br />Cause this time I know I got you right<br />And you’re with me to stay!scribble-doodlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097027571013732966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921743990251969661.post-18375418544895785642011-02-02T20:45:00.000-08:002011-02-02T20:58:32.273-08:00A wish is also a command!I never demanded too much from life<br />may be that is why life didn't give it to me..<br />or it took its own sweet time to do so...<br />or it gave me lil' sparings from time to time <br />to keep me happy and entertained<br /><br />i didn't ask my parents for love, material gifts, comforts or luxuries.<br />i didn't express desires, inhibitions, fears nor feelings<br />i carried along thinking this was my journey and I could travel along on my own<br /><br />i revelled in myself- questioning and pondering until life gradually started giving me answers<br />Answers that convinced me of magnificient powers..powers that still remain a real but distant truth<br /><br />at this point, i do realise that one has the right to demand<br />in order that life gives back manifold<br />i see a shift in myself and like never before <br />i feel like crying out loud like a stubborn child thromping his feet on the ground<br />hell bent on manifesting his desires<br />cause it is only the stubborn, persistent and demanding that get all ears from the universescribble-doodlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097027571013732966noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921743990251969661.post-20757289906588721742011-01-03T02:06:00.000-08:002011-01-03T02:40:07.791-08:00Celebrating onenessone<br />one + one <br />one +one+one<br />everything is one added to the one<br />one is all<br />all is one<br />one is none <br />celebrating the power of one<br />2011..........<br /><br />Waitumminut! Scribble Doodle turns one!scribble-doodlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097027571013732966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921743990251969661.post-91821789989427806982010-12-19T06:53:00.000-08:002010-12-19T07:10:49.429-08:00Wordy as we like itelectric<br />angelic<br />random<br />like the shooting star<br />elusive<br />illuminating<br />shy<br />like the rainbow<br />wise<br />old <br />free<br />like an owl<br />pink <br />as cherry blossom<br />fleshy cooked peppers<br />tender like plum tomatoes<br />with a dash of basil<br />rich <br />with a spoonful of olive oilscribble-doodlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097027571013732966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921743990251969661.post-13143195124554039922010-12-19T06:33:00.000-08:002010-12-23T03:39:15.416-08:00In sync again!are you in sync?<br />when you are in sync<br />you both look to the left together<br />or to the right<br /><br />when you are in sync<br />there is a rhythmn there is rhyme<br /><br />when you are in sync<br />you are singular and plural<br /><br />when you are in sync<br />you are neither this nor thatscribble-doodlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097027571013732966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921743990251969661.post-18622344212747283422010-12-19T05:43:00.000-08:002010-12-19T05:47:55.162-08:00InfrasonicDeep, deep, deep down<br />ah.. senti... <br />there comes a soft murmur<br />from deep within<br />filling the chasms<br />uplifting...<br />deafening the noises above<br />the voice of a strange sound frequencyscribble-doodlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097027571013732966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921743990251969661.post-1683477337086786132010-12-19T05:36:00.000-08:002010-12-19T05:41:54.889-08:00Me n the youniverse!i am as old as the beginning<br />with no end<br />always present <br />in the youniverse<br />juggling and balancing <br />like the foolish clown<br />my part is like the door hinges;<br />holding the heavy wooden door<br />lest it fall<br />in the vast black holescribble-doodlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097027571013732966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921743990251969661.post-89557248998705711832010-10-24T05:40:00.000-07:002010-10-24T05:45:12.911-07:00A friend across the skies!the full moon casts a halo around itself.. <br />smiling to the Earth he says, " look at me! i shine for you!" <br />While she turns to gaze at him, <br />he dances in the clouds and he blows them away like soapy bubbles , <br />regaining his position , he sends away the borrowed ray of light , <br />leaving himself in the shadowsscribble-doodlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097027571013732966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921743990251969661.post-74119154512749381502010-10-16T08:38:00.000-07:002010-10-17T07:10:40.145-07:00The wild flowers of Kaas Patarthe past few stories have been godly <br />but here's something truly divine<br />for nature is the master-stroke of creation<br />yes we too are nature, even though seemingly distant<br />we endeavour to reach the source both in body and spirit<br />building spacecrafts and airplanes touching galaxies and skies<br />playing demi- gods<br /><br />it was in January 2010 on my to Sunderbans- the world's largest delta<br />a place of sublime beauty and simplicity<br />when i was told about another destination beckoning to be explored<br />the Kaas Patar- a laterite plateau which is a temporary abode to some stunning varieties of wild flowers<br />the flowers form carpets of pink, violet, white and yellow<br />(resembling the moors of Europe though reflecting many myraid colors)<br />only shortly after the rains for a couple or weeks or months at the maximum<br /><br />the quaint Kaas Lake on the plateau is a delight<br />with a plethora of endangered and rare flowers<br />surrounded by floral carpets of purple and white <br /><br />what makes Kaas an even more enchanting place to visit <br />is that the plateau is nestled among the Sahyadri Ghaats, meandering rivers below,<br />and the monsoon skies spraying some mystical hues<br />the folds of the mountains revealing the craft of the Master Potter<br />moulding the earth and splashing colors, whimsically<br /><br />well, if you come to Kaas Patar, <br />you are bewildered by nature's imagination<br />and aesthetic sense<br />vast, vibrant and freescribble-doodlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097027571013732966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921743990251969661.post-88198910306481550292010-10-11T11:32:00.000-07:002010-10-16T08:03:12.537-07:00Sweet September<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFzvvdHEP0c/TLNbWru01lI/AAAAAAAAAzY/OPmKA-cn-84/s1600/IMG_0855.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFzvvdHEP0c/TLNbWru01lI/AAAAAAAAAzY/OPmKA-cn-84/s320/IMG_0855.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526861612968105554" /></a><br />The last time I wrote on this blog was on Krishna's birthday<br />i have been disconnected because of internet cuts, laptop breakdowns <br />being away on a wanderlust or simply because of my indolence<br />but here i am writing again to share my beautiful experiences last month <br /><br />the elephant god is the raja of every nook of the city of Mumbai<br />the much revered elephantine idol at Lalbaug is but symbolic <br />the deafening sounds of the drums could take you into a trance<br />the God of wisdom does like to have a ball too<br /><br />Lord Ganesha comes to the city for ten days<br />an energy bright as light and love<br />blinding the devotee. His love transcends caste, religion, status<br />the lord comes every year to remind us of this love <br /><br />well the reason I'm penning this as an impressionable experience<br />as it was the first time in 27 years that Lord Ganesha came to my place<br />two days in September; those 2 days changed the meaning of Ganesh festival<br /><br />those were two days of vibrating energy <br />as i sat in meditation in the morning before the guests would come visiting <br />i revebrated like an atom, dancing in the nucleus of divine energy!<br />i felt his unmistakable presence<br /><br />the days were busy, guests poured in to visit<br />there were lots of sweets made at home<br />Ganesha's favourite modaks and ladoos<br />the fragrance of orchids and marigold lingered<br />the scent of incense rose in the air<br />we played the enchanting aarti every evening<br /><br />alas, came the moment to say good bye<br />we drove towards the sea to immerse the idol<br />all along the way people were carrying Ganesha<br />in a car, truck or rickshaw ,screaming 'Ganpati Bappa Morya'<br />each with energy and sincere devotion<br />giving him an invitation, saying see you next year<br /><br />as we reached the Juhu Beach, bustling with people<br />chanting, burning incense, praying to the lord<br />talking to him one last time before letting him go<br />the air was ethereal<br /><br />enriched by his presence and also fearing to lose him<br />we saw him go in the muddy waters, <br />our throats felt dry, the wise teasing eyes of our friend <br />seemed to say 'its never for only one and a half days'!scribble-doodlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097027571013732966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921743990251969661.post-79127997549953875052010-09-02T02:00:00.000-07:002010-09-02T02:01:15.715-07:00As It ISWhen we see all it is as it is<br />The willow is green <br />The flower is red <br />The sun is bright <br />The moon is silent <br /><br />When we see all it is as it is<br />Breath is life<br />Life is living<br />Death is dying<br />Both are the same<br /><br />When we see all it is as it is<br />A world of browns, darks or whites<br />They are but naked, colourless souls<br />Travellers of life-times <br />Embodiment of Truth<br /><br />When we see all it is as it is<br />The Inner world is a mystery<br />The outer world oblivious<br />The inner world is the truth <br />The outer world is civilized<br /><br />When we see all it is as it is<br />The oak is beautiful and so is the bamboo<br />Seeing existence as it is<br />Appreciating what ‘is’<br />The world reflects what we are and that is what it is<br /><br />Contributed by Dhruti Shahscribble-doodlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097027571013732966noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921743990251969661.post-63582362488868968042010-09-02T01:44:00.000-07:002010-09-02T02:29:43.913-07:00The naughty Makhanchor!this day brings back many memories ,<br />how i dressed as krishna and my sister as radha as kids. <br />how i ate curd like The makhan chor.. <br />how mom n baa told us umpteenth number of krishna stories ..<br />how i danced the popatyoo (a rasgarba step), <br />how my fifth grade friend sang 'lala ne makhan bhave re' (Baby Krishna loves butter) <br />and how mesmerized I was when my cousin performed the Bharat natyam Abhinaya on 'Krishna ni begane baro'.. <br /><br />i have always felt part of krishna.. merging with him.. there was no abyss between me and him.. he was attainable, ever-present and responsive.. emitting his energy and left me when i stopped recognizing him, connecting with him.. as my mind took over.. it was only recently he came back to me.. handing a Bhagvad geeta in my hand.. n i felt the immediate familiarity and rendezvous with the divine Lord Sri Krishna- a God of immense love, emotional release bringing tears to the eyes and smile to the face.. the friend , guide , philosopher residing in us , an overwhelming force, the fighting spirit to preserve n outlive, the very game of chess, manipulating the universe, the Santa and the genie saying your 'wish is my command' n conspiring to bring it to us..scribble-doodlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097027571013732966noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921743990251969661.post-48162898920768279312010-08-28T11:25:00.000-07:002010-08-29T08:07:02.107-07:00..As though to breathe were life?its a beautiful night<br />the world sleeps<br />and travels in a dream!<br />the nocturnal slumber opens up a new world <br />of myraid colours, exhilarated feelings ,<br />a journey like none other, <br />a world alive until the next small jerk<br />and the eyes open to the dark hours<br />only to find another world<br />just as real, chaotic or sultry<br />unconscious of the surrounding silence<br />a soft breath makes all the difference<br />and gives light to existence!scribble-doodlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097027571013732966noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921743990251969661.post-62846488795250065642010-08-28T11:19:00.000-07:002010-08-30T07:14:39.623-07:00An Ode to the Bombay Cabbie- contributed by Ryan GazderExactly a week ago, I was headed back to Bandra from Cotton Green. <br />I was slowly ambling down the lane after leaving Wadia Baug, <br />an old Parsi neighborhood nestled amidst pristine greenery that breathes life<br />into the suffocating industrial boroughs of central Bombay. <br />Inclement skies above me enshrouded the evening sun with darker shades of<br />evergreying cloud, and soon the wispy rays of sunlight surrendered to<br />a torrent of sudden tropical rain. This was when I decided it would be<br />wiser to hail a passing cab rather than brave the onslaught alone.<br /><br />Being where I was, I simply took it for granted that the makeshift<br />taxi-stand outside the colony would send forth yet another symbol of<br />all that is everlasting and symbolic of my city; the forever<br />black-and-yellow Fiat, complete with white-clad driver, elbow sticking<br />out and a beedi between his fingers. And so the sound of an engine<br />down the road signaled that my universal cab-hailing gesture (in the<br />monsoons this is usually akin to a frantic hand wildly gesticulating<br />from beneath an umbrella) had been acknowledged, and I'd soon be<br />rescued from the rain. Along came the taxi and for the very first time<br />in my tryst with the city, I hopped into a cab that wasn't a Fiat. As<br />I unwound from a relaxed afternoon lunch at my aunt's place, and eased<br />my bag into the Santro, as potholes and puddles & passersby passed us<br />by, an inevitable realization dawned and a conversation ensued.<br /><br />The driver was from a remote village in the North, his<br />great-grandfather had come here at the turn of the century to work in<br />a mill. He was followed by his grandfather and his father, and then<br />finally the prodigal son, whose fortunes died a few decades ago when<br />mills started their decline. Today, ghosts of this once-upon-a-past<br />dot the central boroughs of Bombay like foggy whispers of a time that<br />was yet silently haunt a place long forgotten; amidst ruins that echo<br />the toil and industry of nameless faces who share a closer, more<br />intimate relationship than you and I in an anonymous city that forever<br />screams for release from the memories of its burden. A Santro, is<br />something I kept remarking to myself. And to think that yet another<br />evergreen symbol of one of Earth's greatest cities is now under the<br />hammer of time, soon to be replaced by the next generation of cleaner,<br />greener, more efficient cars. Going, going, almost gone but not quite<br />yet, the Premier Padmini still lives and is the heartbeat of the city.<br />Let's shift perspective a little. Think of a starship visiting Earth's<br />largest and busiest cities. Any intelligent alien civilization dawning<br />upon cities like Bombay, London & New York wouldn't be wrong to<br />observe the surface of these cities and assume that the dominant<br />life-forms in these cities are respectively made of metal,<br />black-and-yellow, black and yellow... that they swallow whole<br />two-legged bipeds, move around a bit, and spit them out again! How<br />ironic that we humans, master-marauders and plunderers of the planet;<br />the most dangerous species to walk this solar system in sheer<br />destructive capability alone, are relegated to mere cab-food as<br />observed by our celestial neighbors!<br /><br />Back to terrestrial reality, a very uplifting conversation ensued<br />between the cabbie and me, talking about his aspirations for his<br />family. He was the first one in generations to actually bring his<br />family to live with him in Bombay, rather than visit once a year.<br />Starting life as a cab-driver who paid daily rent to a cab-owner, <br />he toiled and saved for a better day, till he bought his first cab and<br />found freedom. That freedom from the cab owner was just another mask,<br />for his fate was now sealed to an even larger, more ruthless,<br />faceless, tryant; the co-op bank. But of course, as all good stories<br />have it, his happy ending was that he now owns four cabs (driven by<br />his blood-brother and 2 cousins), is educating both his children in an<br />English medium school, has taken out LIC and Mediclaim policies<br />covering himself, his brother and both cousins in case of calamity or<br />misfortune so their respective families are protected from loss of<br />income... and the list goes on. I observed with a smile as he reached<br />across to the passenger side, and how the fancy digital meter had to<br />be cranked clockwise to reset the fare, a modern twist reminiscent of<br />not-quite-invisible rituals that are ensconced in our collective human<br />consciousness and that of this city. Here was someone who had every<br />right to live in and struggle and earn his daily bread as you or I.<br />And he toiled his daily routine with a conviction of reality laced<br />with fortitude and compassion for those around him. He was beaming,<br />and he had a smile, and achieved so much, yet knew his journey had<br />only begun... and as the rain pelted the windshield, my journey had<br />come to an end.<br /><br />Yes, I've lived in and have been visiting Bombay ever since I was<br />born, and grew up, moved away, and kept coming back. The city has its<br />own magnetic allure and in one aggressive canvas paints a dance that<br />amalgamates the essence of India and all we have to offer. So this is<br />where I was, in a new icon of an old and ever-changing city what<br />testifies defiance to the platitude, "the more things change, the more<br />they remain the same."scribble-doodlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097027571013732966noreply@blogger.com0