A Little Bird

It was beginning to get a little warmer. The Sun came up early in the morning. The buds were sprouting from the bare branches of the trees in the neighbor’s backyard.

Alighting on a top branch, a little blue bird, rubbed its beak on the dry bark. It was as if the little bird was caressing the branches, silently acknowledging his hardships and bravery. The bird was thankful that the tree was still standing. This was the tree she had chosen to build her nest. Read more..

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Remembering Mashi

Last night, I was in surprised and overjoyed when I looked at the pencil sketch that bore a striking resemblence to my mother’s eldest sister, my one and only Mashi. Mashi had passed away when I was just a pre-teenager. It was a long time ago. I am now a middle-aged lady and a mother of a pre-teenager and a teenager. Whenever I think of her, I remember her loving and giving ways and her single-minded devotion to Goddess, Ma Kali.

Mashi, along with her husband had gone to visit Mathura-Vrindavan, the birth place of Krishna and where most of Krishna’s childhood days where spent. Unfortunately, she got infected with meningitis during her trip and breathed her last in Delhi, where she was rushed to, for treatment.

Last year I had made a sketch of a nice lady who is celebrating her 70 th birthday later this year. I had taken a photograph from her youthful days and sketched a potrait, as best as I could possibly do at that time. Needless to mention, It had a bunch of mistakes. With practice I may have learnt a few things, I thought. So my plan was to make the sketch better and probably closer to the photograph and give it to her as a present for her birthday.

Yesterday, when I worked on the old sketch for sometime, I realized that I could not make it look like the photograph. But all was not in waste. Staring from the sketch book at me, I saw a strong resemblence of my Mashi. I felt blessed and loved. If Mashi still lived, she would probably have celebrated her 70th birthday on December 25th.

Mashi wherever you are, you are certainly in my heart. Pranamas.
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Story of Puranjana – I

Once upon a time,  lived a king named Purañjana, who was famous for his great deeds. He had a friend named Avijñata. No one could understand the activities of Avijñata.
King Purañjana had unlimited desires for sense enjoyment.

One day, Puranjana sets out on a journey to search for a suitable place, where all his desires could be fulfilled, leaving his dear friend. Thus he traveled all over the world to find a place to settle down.

After a great deal of traveling, he was getting starting to give up hope.
Finally, while wandering on the southern side of the Himalayas, he came to a city that had nine gates. It was surrounded by walls on all sides. Inside it, there were luxurious facilities. There were towers, mansions, canals, and pipelines. The houses were decorated with domes made of gold, silver, and iron. The floors were made of sapphire, crystal, diamonds, pearls, emeralds, and rubies. The luster of the houses in that city was comparable to the celestial town named Bhogavati. In that city, there were many assembly houses, street crossings, streets, restaurants, gambling houses, markets, resting places, flags, festoons and beautiful parks.

On the outskirts of that city was a lovely grove encircling a lake. Birds and bees were always chanting and humming in the trees. The trees surrounding the lake received moisture carried by the spring air that blew over the streams coming down from the snow-capped mountains. In such luscious and peaceful forest, the animals had become nonviolent and generous like great sages. Consequently, the animals did not attack anyone. Anyone passing by that path was invited by that atmosphere to take rest in that nice garden.

While wandering in that wonderful garden, King Purañjana suddenly noticed a young woman, taking a leisurely stroll. She was followed by ten servants. Each servant had many wives accompanying them. The young woman was protected on all sides by a five-hooded snake.

She looked at Puranjana with big eyes full of curiosity. He became attracted by the arched eyebrows and beautiful smiling face. Purañjana, the hero, was mesmerized by her beauty. Every part of her body was crafted with grace and perfection. Her nose, teeth, and forehead were exquisite. Her ears were equally beautiful and had dazzling earrings. Her long dark hair was flowing down her back. Her waist and hips were very shapely and sensuous. She was dressed in a yellow sari with a golden belt. As she walked, her anklets made a soft chiming sound.

While she walked shyly with a slow cadence, she tried to cover her round and full breasts, with the end of her sari.

She looked exactly like an apsara from the heavens. Puranjana was immediately pierced by the arrows of her lusty desires. He could not help but address her with a smile.

“My dear lotus-eyed, kindly explain where you are from. Who you are? Who are your parents? You seem to be from a respectable family. Why are you here? Why do you have ten servants and a snake as your bodyguard? Are you the goddess of fortune or the wife of Lord Siva or the goddess of learning? Please tell me all about you.”

“Your quick glance and shy smile are evoking the deepest emotions in my heart. I can no longer be at peace until you look at me directly and speak to me. Please have mercy on me. I am Puranjana, a great hero, and a very powerful king. Will you marry me and live in the beautiful city of Bhogavati?”

True Richness

Paayoji mainye Ram-ratan dhan paayo

I have received true richness in the name of God

Vastu amolik dee meri Sataguru
kirpaa kari apnaayo….

This priceless object was given to me by my Teacher( Satguru),
who has kindly made me his own

Janam janam ki punji payee
jag mein sabhi kho aayo…..

This is the earning of several lives,
losing everything in the world

Kharchai na khutei, chor na lute
din din barhat savayo….

If you spend it, it does not get reduced
No thief can rob it from you
Each day it grows in the midst of everyone

Sat ki naav khevatiya Satguru
bhavsagar tar  aayo….

In the boat of Truth, with the boatman, my Teacher(Satguru)
I have crossed the ocean of life

Meera ke prabhu Giridhar nagar
harakh harakh jas gaayo…….

Meera, the slave of the Lord, Girdhar Nagar(Sree Krishna),
Is singing His glory to each and every one

Blacku

A tiny black worm wriggled out of an opening near the belly of a pregnant black molly. It was a small fry, jet black in color. There were many such tiny fries floating around. He was the last one to come out. His mother looked at him and smiled, “I will name you Blacku.”

Blacku’s big wondering eyes were also black, hardly distinguishable from the rest of his body.  As he swam, He ran into a dozen of his siblings. He smiled and waved his fin at each of them. Right then, someone sprinkled fish food over the 100-gallon tank. All the tank inhabitants got into an eating frenzy. Poor Blacku was surprised at the reaction of his siblings as they were swimming helter-skelter trying to grab a morsel of food.  He was expecting a smile from them or maybe even a “Hi”.  He almost pouted, disappointed. But his curiosity got the better of him.Read more…

Teaching

This is borrowed from the teachings of Anandamayee Ma.

Just like the seed is the proof of the tree inherent in it and the full grown tree the proof of the seed….

So is the relationship between jivatma, the soul and paramatma, the Super soul.

প্রকৃত বন্ধু

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দীঘির জল করে টলমল
চোখের পাতায় অশ্রুবিন্দু
হুহু মন করে ক্রন্দন
সমুখে তার করুণাসিন্ধু

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রূঢ় বাক্যবাণ ক্ষতবিক্ষত প্রাণ
মন্দ বাতাস নরম প্রলেপ
দ্রুত পদক্ষেপ দৃষ্টি নিক্ষেপ
নিবিড় ছায়ায় স্নেহের লেপ

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দীঘির পাড় শোনে হাহাকার
মিষ্টি পাতার গান শোনায়
মনের ভার করে উজাড়
নতুন আশায় প্রাণ ভরায়ে

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অপূর্ণ বিন্দুতে পূর্ণ সিন্ধু
দীনদুঃখীর পরম আশ্রয়
চরণে লুটিয়ে করিনু প্রণাম
চিরবন্ধু হে করুণাময় ||

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