Back home

Most of blogs these start with the sentence, "its been a long time...". Actually it has not been. There has been so many issues and so things I had wanted to write about. Actually wrote about and then decided not to post it...One reason the browzer in India was pathetic...Took an hour to even navigate to the new blogs page.

MS Word has been my scrap book offlate and since I am back in the US without my desktop(snuggled safely back home..), my thoughts have been lost..

India..three months and half. Man!! The first month I was ecstastic. The second seriously bored and the third, suddenly nostalgic for my UG years and hated to leave India.. :))) hmm..

I am happy to back in Lexington. For Swami Krishna says, duty is the most important of all. Life may be good with appa, amma, patti and kovil. But I am not needed there. My karma lies here. So all in good time. My leg healed to an extent. I am back.

Of all the most dangerous things in the world..I think love is the most dangerous one. It has to be avoided at all costs.. My love for my mom, appa and patti almost blinds me and makes me stray from my path. It is that which engulfs me and swallows me like the creature that ate my hero, Captain Sparrow.

Love.. It has separated me from my friends. Both of them fell in love and conveniently tossed me out of their lifes. The closest person in my life,my idol, a deity did the same.

It makes enemies out of friends. It makes killers among good people. It corrupts the soul. There are so many different kinds of love that are poisonous. Love for money, women, men, and so many other pathetic deluded things that swamp the human mind. Ego, the love of recognition, everything..

The purest of these is the devotion to God. Do not ever say God-fearing. Say God loving. The love for all His creatures, His burdens, the thought of giving everything up for Him..I am reminded of the story of Kuresha. His love for Ramanuja that made Him sacrifice His eyes for the Master.

The love of God himself for His creatures. The love of the Holy Mother. A mother's love. Maybe that is the purest. Even over God.

There are two interesting parallels in both Manickavasagar and Thirumangai azhwar's pasurams. "Thaiyinum sala parinthootum.." and "Petra thaiyinum ayinach cheiyum.."

Maybe that's what that beckons me over land, water and space. My mother's voice.

I can only say.."Samsarasagara samuththaranaika setho" --- "Perum piravi karum kadalil, Karai punarkkum sethu anaiye"

Adiyen