The humming from kathal is the most beautiful piece of music I have possibly ever heard. Man! Stunning. Kekka kekka..it just transcends you to another world. If there is anything that gets someone closer to God, it is this(I meant love). And none else. None else.
I dont know much about love. If it is the kinda stuff they show in cinemas or in albums. I believe in love that transcends the surface, the body and moves onto the mind. Not like someone is playing with a pen thinking of the guy someone loves..smiling at stupid things, not eating..!!
Can there be even any overtly stupid expressions as these?? Whatever.
The brand of love I am possessed with is not any that you would have experienced. I love fiercely every one I meet, get close with and move along. My love is of the hot nature that sears anyone who comes near but is not limited to one. Not even limited to sex, caste, creed, nothing.
It is just love beyond anything. I don't care if it is a guy, girl, animal.. nothing escapes once it endears itself to me. I also don't believe in this fixating kind of love for a single person. How can you in God's infinite variety hope to love only a mere billionth of a tithe smaller than His creation?
Prakash's link in the last comment was an essay after my own heart. It is something I relished reading. I don't know. These days maybe you can say I have become a gnani of sorts. I understand that proposals or rejections do not mean a thing. They are mere words. There are thousands and thousands of suitable boyz and gurlz out there. Do they all get married? Love transcends all these barriers. Pure and constant love for humanity. Humans. though a selected few they may be.
Being 24 and single, I think a lot of times about getting married to Mr.Right. Who is Mr.Right? What are his characters? Who is the judge? Often my mother tells me that my husband should be pristine and must not have loved somebody before or things like that.
She does so in her best of her intentions. But think of this. A 27-29 year old guy who has never never never loved a girl? Is it really possible. Think of the other way too. Is it possible that a girl of 21-24 has never a star in her eyes due to a special someone?
I dont think it is normal if it is so. "I have never met a person I would liked to have known better" must probably be the most untruthful statement ever. Just because you did not have the courage to go that extra mile. Maybe you were afraid of your parents, maybe you had some doubts, maybe you liked somebody else just a bit further...Whatever the excuses are..Excuses are never reasons.
But you are not guilty anyway. Or I feel you. The God who made Man and Wife as the much represented symbol of love in the world, in His infinite wisdom gave the Heart a thousand times..why even a billion times more to love. And love equally. He gave us also silence.
Silence and the heart..
When you are silent,
sitting by the sycamore tree,
Only the sound of your heartbeats
Thrashing across your chests
Hoping to set you free.
From the rigidity of love
and the false notions of faithfulness..
Speak and speak silently.
For God hears your unsaid love.
A tear from the eye..A sigh from the heart..
They go a longer way than the words from the mouth.
Hail Love. Hail life. Hail the Holy Father in Heaven.
May the Lord be Praised
Amen
Friday, June 15, 2007
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
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
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
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
The end of an age..
There are so many instances in life wherein we just refuse to believe that we have passed over a particular phase and move on. It happens in so many ways. A period of schoolhood, the wonderful teens, and the subsequent refusal to accept maturity, a failed marriage/love, a bad phase at the job.
Most of us resort to thinking of the good old days when the Sun rose in the West..if it ever did. I was plunged to one such phase the last few days. I was back in the town I was born. Though I did not go back to my childhood, I was transported to a very eventful period in my life. The Vivekananda Kendra.
It was the times I had completed my twelve standard. I had a lot of time on my hands. The court stay on managment quota was on. So there was an ugly battle of the rich and the merited for 5 months before even the single window opened. 6 months literally given away.
Namba ozhunga padikara pullaiya eruntha oru semester courses a antha 6 masathula mudichu college first eduthuerukalam. Ana athan illiye!!! I was whiling away the first few months(2) when my now would be manni (Uthra :Thanks) took me to the kendra to try and spend my time usefully aka learn Yoga. It was a week's course in personality development the Veda way.
I really enjoyed being there. We learnt a bit of sanskrit, yoga, meditation and pranayama :everything an Idiot's introduction. It prompted me to stay on month after month taking one course or the other in the yoga. I became a yoga co-ordinator and went on to take classes for Surya Namaskar for school students. A brief sojourn at the Jaigopal Garodia schools later, I was convinced of the effectiveness of yoga and the power of positive thinking.
Apart from effecting my outward health, there was a deeper and subtle change in my thinking and my bearing. Though I was sure that social work would be a part and not my complete life, I did start taking an interest in the horizons far beyond the reach of my eyes. The kendra's work in Assam, the North-East and Kanyakumari instilled a deep sense of courage and pride in being Indian and Hindu.
I learnt the Aditya Hrudayam under a worthy Guru, Satishji. I got an able and awesome yoga guide Bala anna. A worthy friend in Krishna. Of course a guy I admired and marvelled at:Sudarshanji, the yoga instructor.His ideals were extremely lofty. He is now a karya karta for the VK.After resigning from HCL, he is now travelling the breadths and lengths of India rendering valuable help against harvesting :of souls.
Of course arent all good things supposed to end?
Mine did too.
Most of us resort to thinking of the good old days when the Sun rose in the West..if it ever did. I was plunged to one such phase the last few days. I was back in the town I was born. Though I did not go back to my childhood, I was transported to a very eventful period in my life. The Vivekananda Kendra.
It was the times I had completed my twelve standard. I had a lot of time on my hands. The court stay on managment quota was on. So there was an ugly battle of the rich and the merited for 5 months before even the single window opened. 6 months literally given away.
Namba ozhunga padikara pullaiya eruntha oru semester courses a antha 6 masathula mudichu college first eduthuerukalam. Ana athan illiye!!! I was whiling away the first few months(2) when my now would be manni (Uthra :Thanks) took me to the kendra to try and spend my time usefully aka learn Yoga. It was a week's course in personality development the Veda way.
I really enjoyed being there. We learnt a bit of sanskrit, yoga, meditation and pranayama :everything an Idiot's introduction. It prompted me to stay on month after month taking one course or the other in the yoga. I became a yoga co-ordinator and went on to take classes for Surya Namaskar for school students. A brief sojourn at the Jaigopal Garodia schools later, I was convinced of the effectiveness of yoga and the power of positive thinking.
Apart from effecting my outward health, there was a deeper and subtle change in my thinking and my bearing. Though I was sure that social work would be a part and not my complete life, I did start taking an interest in the horizons far beyond the reach of my eyes. The kendra's work in Assam, the North-East and Kanyakumari instilled a deep sense of courage and pride in being Indian and Hindu.
I learnt the Aditya Hrudayam under a worthy Guru, Satishji. I got an able and awesome yoga guide Bala anna. A worthy friend in Krishna. Of course a guy I admired and marvelled at:Sudarshanji, the yoga instructor.His ideals were extremely lofty. He is now a karya karta for the VK.After resigning from HCL, he is now travelling the breadths and lengths of India rendering valuable help against harvesting :of souls.
Of course arent all good things supposed to end?
Mine did too.
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