Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts

Thursday, November 13, 2025

Credit for Pass when you Goal


 **What if your boss behaved like Harmanpreet Kaur?*

Sunday night, India created history — winning the 2025 Women’s Cricket World Cup Final.

A proud moment for every Indian. A watershed moment for women’s sports.

But amid all the fireworks, cheers, and tricolour celebrations, one quiet act stole the show.

As the team took their victory lap, Captain Harmanpreet did something extraordinary — she invited two legends, Jhulan Goswami and Mithali Raj, both retired stalwarts, to hold the trophy and walk with the team.

That single gesture defined leadership culture in its purest form.

Just one simple, powerful act that said everything about who she is as a leader.

Harmanpreet didn’t see them as “the past.”
She saw them as the foundation — the women who made it possible for this generation to dream.

And by inviting them, she set an example that didn’t reduce her stature — it multiplied it.
Because only a secure leader can share the spotlight.

And in doing so, she gave her team something priceless — a culture of trust, humility, and belonging.

Now, let’s flip the scoreboard and talk about our workplaces.

In many offices today, leaders act more like insecure captains.
They downplay others’ contributions, hold back recognition, or feel threatened by anyone who could shine brighter.

And then they wonder — “Why is my team not motivated?”

Simple. Culture trickles down from the top.

If the leader plays politics, the team plays safe.
If the leader steals credit, the team stops taking ownership.
If the leader can’t celebrate others, the team stops celebrating altogether.

I’ve seen it too often — high-potential teams collapsing under poor leadership.
Not because they lacked skill, but because they lacked psychological safety.

When leaders operate from fear instead of trust, even talent turns timid.

Now imagine if Harmanpreet had walked that lap with her team, trophy in hand, soaking up the glory for herself.
The message would’ve been — “This is my win.”

But by bringing Jhulan and Mithali in, she turned “my win” into “our legacy.”

That’s how culture is built.
Not through mission statements, but through moments of humility.

Corporate leaders can learn a lot from that victory lap.

True leaders don’t compete with their team — they complete them.
They don’t chase validation — they create loyalty.
They don’t fear being replaced — they build people who can replace them, and still revere them.

That’s how you build cultures that last — where success isn’t a one-time event but a living tradition.

As I watched Jhulan and Mithali lift that cup with tears in their eyes, one thought struck me —
Leadership isn’t about holding the trophy. It’s about knowing who deserves to hold it with you.

That’s how you build teams that don’t just win once —
They keep winning, long after you’re gone.

And in that one act, Harmanpreet didn’t just win a World Cup.
She won something rarer — the hearts and respect of her team and many more like me.
🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

*Gopal Sharma on LinkedIn*


Then what she did was when everybody started celebrating,  she called them and asked them to shake hands with South Africa first. 



Tuesday, July 08, 2025

Why do I read?



Why do I read?

I just can't help myself.

I read to learn and to grow, to laugh

and to be motivated.

I read to understand things I've never

been exposed to.

I read when I'm crabby, when I've just

said monumentally dumb things to the

people I love.

I read for strength to help me when I

feel broken, discouraged, and afraid.

I read when I'm angry at the whole

world.

I read when everything is going right.

I read to find hope.

I read because I'm made up not just of

skin and bones, of sights, feelings,

and a deep need for chocolate, but I'm

also made up of words.

Words describe my thoughts and what's

hidden in my heart.

Words are alive--when I've found a

story that I love, I read it again and

again, like playing a favorite song

over and over.

Reading isn't passive--I enter the

story with the characters, breathe

their air, feel their frustrations,

scream at them to stop when they're

about to do something stupid, cry with

them, laugh with them.

Reading for me, is spending time with a

friend.

A book is a friend.

You can never have too many. ~Gary Paulsen

(Book: Shelf Life: Stories by the Book)

Sunday, March 23, 2025

Kochi - The Hues of Spring ~ Leena Elizabeth Abraham

**Kochi - The Hues of Spring*

March draws close her days, heralding spring.
In God's very city, as the _Kannikonna_ * trees,
glitter in their bright yellow attire, enjoying the heat.
Hear blessings drop— their soft golden petals.
Listen to the wind whispering.
The _Chuttiyatta's*_ bird song begins before dawn,
almost a lullaby outside my window.
What do the meandering rays of the sun prophecy?
The banana leaves edged with lemony green,
laden with luscious food— did they remark too,
about the arrival of this season?
I sense them, sweltering and glistening too,
ready to enjoy the renewal,
in this period of mellow fruitfulness.
Look, the sky is an infinite deep azure,
brushing puffy cottony clouds of white,
while beneath, the earth throws over herself
a Veridian shawl, sending out shoots of life.
Amber buttercups call excitedly from the street across
bursting open with a fiery promise,
While the pale blue hydrangeas dance in gentle waves,
as if asking for what’s next, and hey, yes,
there is a promise ahead, the city awaits it!

1. The Kannikonna tree, also known as the Cassia fistula or Golden Shower tree, is native to the Indian subcontinent.  The golden-yellow flowers of the Kannikonna tree are often celebrated for their beauty and are linked with festivals like Vishu, especially in Kerala.
2. The Chuttiyatta - The scaly-breasted munia or spotted munia (Lonchura punctulata), is a bird known as nutmeg mannikin or spice finch, native to tropical Asia and known for its enchanting bird song.
This poem won the most votes at the World Poetry Day Event
Written by LEENA ELIZABETH ABRAHAM 🙏🏼

Thursday, January 16, 2025

English Vs. Poetry

 







In English, we say: “I miss you.”

But in poetry, we say:

“I trace the shape of your absence in the spaces where your laughter used to linger,

and let the echoes of you fill the hollow hours.”


In English, we say: “I don’t know how to let go.”

But in poetry, we say:

“I carry you in my chest like a stone—

heavy, unyielding, and carved with the sharp edges of what once was.”


In English, we say: “I feel lost.”

But in poetry, we say:

“The compass of my heart spins wildly now,

its needle drawn to places it can no longer call home.”


In English, we say: “I wish it were different.”

But in poetry, we say:

“I water the garden of could-have-beens with tears,

waiting for flowers that refuse to bloom.”


In English, we say: “I hope you’re happy.”

But in poetry, we say:

“May the sun that warms your days and 

be as kind to as the first kiss of dew on the dawning light upon the leafs of the laurel that we once made love under”


In English, we say: “You hurt me.”

But in poetry, we say:

“You planted thorns in my chest with hands I once trusted,

and now every breath feels like an apology I shouldn’t owe.”


In English, we say: “I wanted to stay.”

But in poetry, we say:

“I lingered at the edge of your world,

a star burning quietly, unnoticed in your vast, indifferent sky.”


In English, we say: “I’m trying to move on.”

But in poetry, we say:

“I untangle your name from my veins each morning,

only to find it woven into my dreams again at night.”


In English, we say: “I’ll be okay.”

But in poetry, we say:

“I gather the shattered pieces of myself like broken glass,

knowing someday, even scars can catch the light.”


With poetry I write paths through gardens of grace with words in ways my body dare not go as a whole.

Monday, December 16, 2024

My Way ~ Paul Anka & Frank Sinatra


"My Way" is a song popularized in 1969 by Frank Sinatra set to the music of the French song "Comme d'habitude" composed by Jacques Revaux with lyrics by Gilles Thibaut and Claude François and first performed in 1967 by Claude François.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-JODZ8AMkqo  ~  Frank Sinatra

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LX4EGvw5wP4 ~ Paul Anka

And nowwww the end is near

& So I face the final curtain

My friend, I'll say it clear

I'll state my case, of which I'm certain

I've lived, a life that's full

I've Traveled each and every highway

and More, much more than this

I did it, myyyy.... way

Regrets, I've had a few

But then again, too few to mention

I did,  what I had to do

And saw it through, without ex-emption

I planned each charted course

Each careful step, along the byway

And more, much more than this

I did it, myyyy way

Yes there were times, I'm sure you knew

When I bit off, moreeee than I could chew

But through it allllllll, when there was doubt

I ate it up, and spit it out

I faced it all, and I stood tall

And did it myyyyy way

I've loved,  I've laughed and cried

I've had my fill, my share of losing

And now, as tears subside

I find it all soooo amusing

To think, I did all that

And may I say, not in a shy way

Oh no, oh no not me

I did it myyy way

For what is a man, what has he got?

If not himself, then he has naught

To say the things, he truly feels

And not the words, of one who kneels

The record shows, I took the blows

And did it.. myyy way......................

Yes, it was my way...............

~ Sung by Frank Sinatra in 1969



Tuesday, December 03, 2024

Mere Dholna Sun 4.0 Full Version

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lsdF9BU6RFs

Nigam- Core of Pain

Ghoshal- Recovery of Pain

Singh- Not showing inside pain 

Sreekumar- Enjoying with everyone and not letting anyone know.

Adee S. KULKARNI Ji, great job. 


These are main 4 sources of expressing pain that most of the students have.... Still dealing forever....


Masterpiece. Perfectly synchronised and bliss to mind. Tribute to Indian classical music compositions.


Adee S. KULKARNI's answer to the people who say lyrics dont make any sense:


Shreya - Do Dilon Ki Ye Prem Kahani

Le Aayi Dekho Kahan


Sonu - Duniyadaari se hoshiyaari se

Main toh anjaan thaa

Lagi chot aisi mere bhole dil pe

Bikhar saa gaya toot ke


Shreya - Juda Ab Naa Hoge Karo Ham Se Wada

Mera Sathh Na Chhodna

Tumhe Aaj Payenge

Ya Maar Hi Jayenge

Ye Khwab Na Todna


Mere dholna Sun...


This story of love captures both innocence and deep commitment. Shreya’s lines, "Do Dilon Ki Ye Prem Kahani," hint at a love that has brought them to a powerful and unexpected moment. Sonu’s reflection, "Duniyadaari se hoshiyaari se, main toh anjaan tha," suggests he was untouched by worldly complexities, innocent in his ways, until love struck him so intensely, it left him "bikhar saa gaya toot ke," shattered and transformed.


In response, Shreya’s promise, "Juda ab naa hoge, karo ham se wada," reflects her unshakable loyalty. She asks him to vow that they’ll never part, saying, "Mera saath na chhodna," pledging a love that’s willing to either fulfill the dream—"ye khwab na todna"—or die trying.


The refrain, "Mere dholna sun," is a passionate call, asking him to hear the depth of her love, making this a timeless vow of devotion.


Sonu - Aadha adhura tha badan ye mera

Ek gark thaaa

Jo ghar thaa meri jannat

Ek nark thaaa


Shreya - Tu Jo Nhi To Mera Yeh Man Hai

Banjar Zameen

Sookhi Ret Jaisi Hoon Main

Tu Hai Nami


Sonu - Ye takht-o-taaj sb tereMain toh jala ke chhodungaZinda bachega naa koiSabko mitaa ke chhodunga

Ye jism khatm hota haiYe rooh toh nahi martiChahein koi sitamgar hoYe rooh toh nahi darti


These lyrics dive into love that brings both deep yearning and fierce intensity. Sonu’s part expresses the feeling of being incomplete—"Aadha adhura tha badan ye mera" (my body was half-empty) and trapped in a life that felt like "nark" (hell) despite being once considered his "jannat" (paradise). His pain transforms into an almost destructive resolve: "Main toh jala ke chhodunga...sabko mitaa ke chhodunga," willing to burn away everything in his path, showing the fierce strength love can unleash.


Shreya’s part reflects how hollow her life feels without him, as though her heart has become a "banjar zameen" (barren land). She compares herself to "sookhi ret" (dry sand) without him, while he is the "nami" (moisture) that brings life. Her love for him is essential, like water in the desert.


Finally, Sonu’s closing lines, "Ye jism khatm hota hai, ye rooh toh nahi marti," bring a powerful sense of resilience, suggesting that while the body is mortal, the soul and its courage are eternal and undying. Even if faced with suffering ("sitamgar ho"), the soul remains fearless, making their love feel immortal and unbreakable.


Amazing, touching, divine. 

Wednesday, November 27, 2024

Mere Dholna 3.0

 

Bhola Bhala Tha Lyrics: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rC4sTBtbjEc

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WpA8vg5PmuQ

Bhola Bhala Tha Seedha Sadha Tha, Main Toh Nadaan Tha

Duniyadari Se Hoshiyari Se, Main To Anjaan Tha

Lagi Chot Aisi Mere Bhole Dil Pe, Bikhar Sa Gaya Toot Ke

Jo Dhaage Se Chhoota Yeh Rishton Ka Moti, Judega Na Ab Chhut Ke

Zahreele Sapne Ne Mere Hi Apnon Ne, Mujhko Hai Dhokha Diya

Mere Dholna Sun Mere Dard Ki Dhun, Mere Dholna Sun Meri Nafrate Toh

Fizaa Me Bahegi Zinda Rehegi Ho Ke Fana

Ta Na Na Na Tum (4); Ta Na De Re (2), De Re Na

Shloka

Om Uttam Yada Yada, Pa Da Ma, Rudra Manushya Ti, Aum, Tada Tada, Divya Vanttham, Shamdam Sam Shyam, Reem Hoom Reem, Sarb Shakti Sanghni, Ghor kalkaaye, Hat Chhumamiaaye, DhiMahi Tanno, Durga Pirichodayat.

Music – 

Thu meri  kamoshi hey , thu meri madhoshi hey(2)

Hare ram hare ram, hare Krishna hare ram (3)

Aadha Adura Tha Badan Ye Mera, Ek Gark Tha

Jo Ghar Tha Meri Jannat, Ek Nark Tha (2)

Ye Takht O Taaz Sab Tere, Main Toh Jala Ke Chhodunga

Zinda Bachega Na Koi, Sabko Mita Ke Chhodunga

Yeh Jism Khatam Hota Hai, Yeh Rooh To Nahin Marti

Chahe Koi Sitamgar Agar Ho, Yeh Rooh To Nahin Darti.

 Aa…..Aa…….EE

Saregama

Music

Ni Sa Ni Sa Ni Sa Ni Sa; Dha Ni Ni ; Dha Ni Ni ; Dha Ni ; Ma Dha Dha ;Ma Dha Dha ;Ma Dha ; Ga Ma Pa Dha Ni Re Sa

Ni Sa Sa Sa Ni Sa ,Dha Ni Ni,  Ni Dha Ni , Ma Dha Dha; Dha Ma Dha , Ga Ma Pa Dha Ni re Sa

Sa sa sa - ga ma; Ga ga ga - pa ma; Ga ga ga - ma dha; Ni Ni Dha Ma Ga Ni Sa Ga

Ma Ma Ma - Dha Ni, Dha Dha Dha - Dha Ni 

Sa sa sa  - gagaRe SaNiDha MadhaNi / SaNidha maGaSa NiDhaNi /SaGaMa DhniSaNi 

Sa-Ni-Dha   /  Ma Ga Sa - Ga Ma Dha  / Sa Ni  Dha Ma 

Ma Ga Ni -  Re Ga Ma  / Ni Dha Ma Ga 

Sa Ga ma - Ga Ma dha

Ni Sa (5) Dha Ni (5) Ga Ma Pa Dha Ni Dha Pa Ma (2)

Ga Ma Pa Ma Ga Ma Ga Re Ga Re Sa Ni Dha Ni Sa

Dha Dha Ni Ni Sa Sa Ga Ga Ma Ga

Sa Sa Ga Ga Ma Ma Ni Dha

Sa Ni Sa Ga / Ga Re Sa Ni

Sa Ni Sa Ni /  Dh Pa Ma Ga 

Ga Ma Dh Ni Ni Dh Ma Ga 

Ga Ma Ga Ri Sa Ni Dh Ni 

SaMaGaPamaNiDhMa PaMaGa MaGaRe SaNi (2)

Dha Dha Ni Ni Sa Sa Ga Ga 

Ni Ni Sa Sa Ga Ga Ma Ma 

Sa Sa Ga Ga Ma Ma Dha Dha 

Ga Ga Ma Ma Dha Dha Ni Ni 

Ma Ma Dha Dha Ni Ni Sa Sa 

Ni Dha Ni Ni Sa Sa Ga

(Music)

At 0:54 Joodega na ab chhutke, The way he sang that word "chhutke" is like wo sach mai haat se chhut raha hai, At 1:02 " Mujhko hai dhoka diya" you can see the helplessness and pain in that voice.  At 1:09 "Dholna Sunn" That "Sunn" was not like any other word in the song, it was like affirmation. It was not like begging someone to listen but telling someone that you have to listen. That "nafarte" at 1:20 decided the whole mood of the song. At 2:36 when first time he sang "ek nark tha", he did fews harkate, but when 2nd time he sang " ek nark tha" there was no harkat , it was so straight and you can feel the anger arising. The mood completely changed at 2:57 All the revenge , All the hatred along with voice modulations came in his 2nd anatara. And alap just before the start of the sargam was absolutely amazing.

Wednesday, September 11, 2024

Mary Oliver Bday & US Attack


 On 11 September 2001, terrorists attacked the Twin towers in USA with pasenger air carriers. This infamous attack is remembered as the 9/11 attack in the USA. 


The same terrorist syndicate also orchestrated an attack on the Indian parliament on 13 December 2001, within100 days targeting the twin towers. 


Over the years it has been established that besides Afghanistan Pakistan is the main hub for such terrorists.. Pakistan continues to pursue their tactics of bleeding India through a thousand cuts. 


Terrorists like Hafiz Sayed, who masterminded 26/11 Mumbai attack are yet to be meaningfully punished. 


Again we see hatred gaining ground, across the world. Many people are preferring to recede into their comfort zones. Let the admirers of human civilisation, stand up and get counted. 


“Throughout history it has been the inaction of those who could have acted, the indifference of those who should have known better, the silence of the voice of justice when it mattered most, that has made it possible for evil to triumph,” said Haile Selassie 


Credit: Siddharth Ranjan

Wednesday, July 03, 2024

The Tree Within ~ Ardra Manasi

 The Tree Within ~ Ardra Manasi

In Rajasthan, a woman and her daughters hug a Khejri tree,

before being axed to death together.

In Uttaranchal, an old woman hugs an Ash tree,

as loggers wait to cut it down.

In Kerala, a tribal woman hugs the last tree alive;

cries over a burning forest.

At home,

my aunt hugs a Muringa tree,

which still bears the weight of her childhood.

peace, resistance, and nostalgia

We are in a hurry to give names

to describe what women feel;

but sometimes, a woman comes to a tree

in a moment of loneliness,

away from thankless husbands,

children and rulers of the land,

who tell them their place is inside.

(painting - Under A Palm Tree by Winslow Homer)

Tuesday, April 23, 2024

Peace - Tagore - Sunrise

 Since we just celebrated #NewYear in many parts of India, I wanted to share some lines from #Tagore. He wrote several New Year poems, sharing his thoughts on the occasions of the Bengali New Year as well as the western New Year. This one was written on the last day of the nineteenth century and is titled "The Sunset of the Century."


"Bring your offerings of worship for that sacred sunrise.

Let the first hymn of its welcome sound in your voice and sing

“Come, Peace, thou daughter of god’s own great suffering."




Thursday, March 21, 2024

World Poetry Day : Indispensable Man

 Happy World Poetry Day this 21st of March. World Poetry Day is celebrated on 21 March, and was declared by UNESCO in 1999, "with the aim of supporting linguistic diversity through poetic expression and increasing the opportunity for endangered languages to be heard".


Who is your favorite Poet? Which is your favorite Poetry?


Indispensable Man


Sometime when you’re feeling important;

Sometime when your ego ‘s in bloom;

Sometime when you take it for granted,

You’re the best qualified in the room:

Sometime when you feel that your going,

Would leave an unfillable hole,

Just follow these simple instructions,

And see how they humble your soul.


Take a bucket and fill it with water,

Put your hand in it up to the wrist,

Pull it out and the hole that’s remaining,

Is a measure of how much you’ll be missed.

You can splash all you wish when you enter,

You may stir up the water galore,

But stop, and you’ll find that in no time,

It looks quite the same as before.


The moral of this quaint example,

Is to do just the best that you can,

Be proud of yourself but remember,

There’s no indispensable man.


-by Saxon White Kessinger


#WPD #Poetry

Friday, December 08, 2023

You are ~ My Story


 The first time I told my story,

I felt only pain.

“How could this have happened to me?” I asked. 


The second time I told my story,

I felt only sorrow.

“How could this have come to be?” I pondered.


The third time I told my story, 

I felt only anger.

"How could life be so cruel and unjust to me?" I wondered. 


The fourth time I told my story,

I felt only heartbreak.

“How could life have taken what I love from me?” I mused.


The fifth time I told my story, 

I felt only confusion.

“How did all of this make sense for me and my life?” I reflected. 


The sixth time I told my story,

I felt only insignificance.

“Maybe my life and who I am lack meaning.” I thought to myself. 


The seventh time I told my story, 

to my surprise, 

I heard a voice within,

whispering,

“I am your story. 

But you cannot truly tell me yet,

for you have not seen the ending.

You have not yet seen 

all that will be made possible

through all that you have previously seen, learned, become and achieved,

and you have not yet seen 

how your story 

will one day go on to inspire 

many others 

and so too will their stories inspire others 

in a way far bigger than you yourself could ever comprehend or imagine. For your story is not yours alone, but is an inherent part of life's story. 


But this will not be possible

should you remain fixated

on what has happened

rather than what is still unfolding,

and so do not let the chapters of the past

distract you from the chapters that are yet to be written.


And the eighth and final time I told my story, 

it was no longer a story 

but had been alchemized into wisdom, healing and beauty.

For my story was no longer one of words,

but had become a part of me. 


Words by Tahlia Hunter 

Wednesday, December 06, 2023

When Someone Deeply Listens To You

When someone deeply listens to you

it is like holding out a dented cups

you’ve had since childhood

and watching it fill up with

cold, fresh water.

When it balances on top of the brim,

you are understood.

When it overflows and touches your skin,

you are loved.


When someone deeply listens to you

the room where you stay

starts a new life

and the place where you wrote

your first poem

begins to glow in your mind’s eye.

It is as if gold has been discovered!


When someone deeply listens to you

your bare feet are on the earth

and a beloved land that seemed distant

is now at home within you.

Thursday, November 09, 2023

Of Whims and of Strife is Life (Poem) & Perceptions ~ Denver Jones

Denver Jones has always been passionate about writing. His works afford food for thought and usually have a deeper meaning than what is just apparent. He is a person of many talents. From a very tender age, he would write with wisdom beyond his years. He is sensitive and very perceptive. Reading his work transports you and makes you relive and feel the story. The simplicity of the words used combined with the creativity and the depth of emotion makes each piece a special experience, whether it involves high flights of thought or it is just experiencing a moment. It is for this reason that his works can be appreciated alike by both the young reader and also the experienced. 

It has been said that his works have a soul and that each piece, though usually short, takes sometime to digest, assimilate and for the gravity of the work to sink in. 



A collection of Poems. Poetry in this book are more than reflection of life, may of the stories they tell are inspired by life. These stories are varied and throb with nature and human experience. Stores about the Poor Rich Girt, Petrichor, A Prince's tale, Seasons, Ghosts etc. 


 Another thought provoking collection of essays, poems and stories. Have you ever read a book and thought this could easily be made into a movie or a series? I just finished reading one.
Picture a collection of 25 unique short stories and poems that are beautifully crafted, evoking several emotions at once and allowing you to vividly visualize the worlds within them. This is precisely what "Perceptions Beyond the Apparent" by Denver Jones achieves. It is one of the most fascinating books I have read in recent times.
This book showcases Denver's talent in writing a compelling story within the span of a few pages. The narrative holds your attention from the very first sentence to the final word. Though engaging, the characters do not need any back history, yet their whole existence is portrayed in a brief space. You feel you know them and you feel for them. The shortest of stories made me think the longest.
Denver’s storytelling has the power to shake you or shock you. The writing is layered, ranging from sweet and soul touching to brooding and thought provoking, leaving me smiling one moment and shedding tears the next. Denver’s imagination though vivid, is rooted in reality. Somewhere in the mundane, everyday life of his characters, is this sparkle of wonder and magic. The subtle hint of fantasy and unexpectedness adds an enchanting quality that lingers with you long after you have turned the pages.
Each chapter is diverse, showing his incredible versatility. Denver shows amazing skill navigating from the smooth flow of his poetic verse to the crisp narration of his short stories. Denver creates in each of his chapters, a world that is both extraordinary and relatable. He makes us think, encourages us to perceive our life happenings, beyond the apparent. It’s a unique approach not just to storytelling but also at looking at life.
A few of the stories like the Alien, Wishmaster’s club and The night before the exam will stay with me for a long time. The Wishmaster’s club is specially my favourite. The last chapter is fittingly heart-touching and beautifully written.
I would recommend this lovely book for those who appreciate stories that warm the heart, challenge the mind and touch the soul.

Thursday, October 26, 2023

Mary Oliver – Gratitude Poem

 What did you notice?


The dew-snail;

the low-flying sparrow;

the bat, on the wind, in the dark;

big-chested geese, in the V of sleekest performance;

the soft toad, patient in the hot sand;

the sweet-hungry ants;

the uproar of mice in the empty house;

the tin music of the cricket’s body;

the blouse of the goldenrod.


What did you hear?


The thrush greeting the morning;

the little bluebirds in their hot box;

the salty talk of the wren,

then the deep cup of the hour of silence.


When did you admire?


The oaks, letting down their dark and hairy fruit;

the carrot, rising in its elongated waist;

the onion, sheet after sheet, curved inward to the pale green wand;

at the end of summer the brassy dust, the almost liquid beauty of the flowers;

then the ferns, scrawned black by the frost.


What astonished you?


The swallows making their dip and turn over the water.


What would you like to see again?


My dog: her energy and exuberance, her willingness,

her language beyond all nimbleness of tongue,

her recklessness, her loyalty, her sweetness,

her strong legs, her curled black lip, her snap.


What was most tender?


Queen Anne’s lace, with its parsnip root;

the everlasting in its bonnets of wool;

the kinks and turns of the tupelo’s body;

the tall, blank banks of sand;

the clam, clamped down.


What was most wonderful?


The sea, and its wide shoulders;

the sea and its triangles;

the sea lying back on its long athlete’s spine.


What did you think was happening?


The green beast of the hummingbird;

the eye of the pond;

the wet face of the lily;

the bright, puckered knee of the broken oak;

the red tulip of the fox’s mouth;

the up-swing, the down-pour, the frayed sleeve of the first snow—

so the gods shake us from our sleep.

[Gratitude is copyrighted to Mary Oliver and her Estate and Publisher. No money is made on the use of this poem.

Tuesday, February 14, 2023

There was a Time....(34 of 2023)


There was a time I would have set myself on fire, to keep others warm.

There was a time I would have crossed oceans to reach people who wouldn’t cross a stream for me.

There was a time I would try, too hard, to be seen by those, who would simply never see me.

There was a time I felt myself unworthy of a person, who could actually never be worthy of me.

But not anymore.

You see my friend, there are many ways to spend your time on this earth 

but wasting it on those who are not appreciative of your attention, is a crying shame.

Use your time wisely.

Save your best efforts for those who care. 

For those who would return the favour or at least appreciate your attention. 

Those who truly value you.

And the rest? 

If they do not see you now, they never will.

And they are missing out.

Make this the time that you realise your time is precious and should only be bestowed on those who bring you comfort, positivity, support, love or joy.

Or all of the above.

Remember, you are the main act, not a warm up, 

and this, my friend, is no dress rehearsal.

This is it.

The curtain is well and truly up.

Shine on.

Donna Ashworth

From ‘to the women- words to live by’ 

Monday, November 28, 2022

Fear - River: Kahlil Gibran

 It is said that before entering the sea

a river trembles with fear.

She looks back at the path she has traveled,

from the peaks of the mountains,

the long winding road crossing forests and villages.

And in front of her,

she sees an ocean so vast,

that to enter

there seems nothing more than to disappear forever.

But there is no other way.

The river can not go back.

Nobody can go back.

To go back is impossible in existence.

The river needs to take the risk

of entering the ocean

because only then will fear disappear,

because that’s where the river will know

it’s not about disappearing into the ocean,

but of becoming the ocean.

Was thinking about it always, even more after tracing the paths of the Ganges. 

Interesting find yesterday was how Roads have replaced rivers, and how so similar yet to different they are. 

Both start small one as stream, and one as trails. How both assimilate and join others in due course, changing the shape, size and form, based on the surrounding and the environments, with their own tributaries. 

Earlier the key skill was swimming, and now it seems it has moved to driving. Slowly, from roads, it's even moved to the air. 

Sunday, January 23, 2022

Bhaja Govindam - Praise/Seek Govinda

 Bhaja Govindam also known as Moha Mudgara (Destroyer of illusion) is a popular Hindu devotional poem in Sanskrit composed by Adi Shankara. This work of Adi Shankara underscores the view that Bhakti (devotion) is also important part along with Jnana (knowledge), as emphasised by the bhakti movement. Have grown up listening to the popular rendition sung by M. S. Subbulakshmi, this tribute to her is also very soothing and well done by a team of  Tokyo Tamil Sangam.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&edufilter=NULL&feature=youtu.be&v=b1FwEbrNY_c

There is a story related to the composition of this Hymn. It is said that Shri Adi Shankaracharya, accompanied by his disciples, was walking along a street in Varanasi one day when he came across an old aged scholar reciting the rules of Sanskrit grammar of Panini repeatedly on the street. Taking pity on him, Adi Shankara went up to the scholar and advised him not to waste his time on grammar at his age but to turn his mind to God in worship and adoration, which would only save him from this vicious cycle of life and death. The hymn "Bhaja Govindam" is said to have been composed on this occasion.

This composition is a reminder that Adi Shankaracharya, who is often regarded as reviver of Hinduism Jnana Marga (Jnana Yoga) or the "Path of Knowledge" to attain Mukti, also was a proponent of Bhakti Marga (Bhakti Yoga) to attain the same goal, and as C. Rajagopalachari put in his commentary, "When intelligence (jnana) matures and lodges securely in the heart, it becomes wisdom (vignyana). When that wisdom (vignyana) is integrated with life and issues out in action, it becomes devotion (bhakti). Knowledge (jnana) which has become mature is spoken of as devotion (bhakti). If it does not get transformed into devotion (bhakti), such knowledge (jnana) is useless tinsel."

In this prayer, Adi Shankaracharya emphasizes the importance of devotion for God as a means to spiritual development and to liberation from the cycle of birth and death. The prayer leaves one in no doubt that the renunciation of our egotistical differences and surrender to God makes for salvation. Many scholars hold that this composition encapsulates with both brevity and simplicity the substance of all Vedantic thought found in whatever other works that Adi Shankaracharya wrote.

The refrain "Bhaja Govindam" which defines the composition and gives it its name invokes the almighty in the aspect of supreme god Shree Krishna; it is therefore very popular not only with Sri Adi Shankaracharya's immediate followers, the Smarthas, but also with Vaishnavas and others.

The chanting begins with:

 स्थापकाय च धर्मस्य सर्वधर्म-स्वरूपिणे ।। अवतार-वरिष्ठाय रामकृष्णाय ते नमः ॥ meaning "(Salutations) to the establisher of Dharma who is of the essence of all of nature; salutations to that great incarnation of the form of Ramakrishna."



The words with meaning from https://www.hindibhajan.in/bhaja-govindam-lyrics/ is as below, but in the your tube, not all para is sung, some are skipped:

भज गोविन्दम् भज गोविन्दम्,

गोविन्दं भज मूढ़मते।

संप्राप्ते सन्निहिते काले,

न हि न हि रक्षति डुकृञ् करणे॥१॥


हे मोह से ग्रसित बुद्धि वाले मित्र, गोविंद को भजो, गोविन्द का नाम लो, गोविन्द से प्रेम करो क्योंकि मृत्यु के समय व्याकरण के नियम याद रखने से आपकी रक्षा नहीं हो सकती है॥१॥


O deluded minded friend, chant Govinda, worship Govinda, love Govinda as memorizing the rules of grammar cannot save one at the time of death. ॥1॥


मूढ़ जहीहि धनागमतृष्णाम्,

कुरु सद्बुद्धिमं मनसि वितृष्णाम्।

यल्लभसे निजकर्मोपात्तम्,

वित्तं तेन विनोदय चित्तं॥२॥


हे मोहित बुद्धि! धन एकत्र करने के लोभ को त्यागो। अपने मन से इन समस्त कामनाओं का त्याग करो। सत्यता के पथ का अनुसरण करो, अपने परिश्रम से जो धन प्राप्त हो उससे ही अपने मन को प्रसन्न रखो॥२॥


O deluded minded! Give up your lust to amass wealth. Give up such desires from your mind and take up the path of righteousness. Keep your mind happy with the money which comes as the result of your hard work. ॥2॥


नारीस्तनभरनाभीदेशम्,

दृष्ट्वा मागा मोहावेशम्।

एतन्मान्सवसादिविकारम्,

मनसि विचिन्तय वारं वारम्॥३॥


स्त्री शरीर पर मोहित होकर आसक्त मत हो। अपने मन में निरंतर स्मरण करो कि ये मांस-वसा आदि के विकार के अतिरिक्त कुछ और नहीं हैं॥३॥


Do not get attracted to seeing the parts of a woman’s anatomy under the influence of delusion, as these are made up of skin, flesh, and similar substances. Deliberate on this again and again in your mind. ॥3॥


नलिनीदलगतजलमतितरलम्, तद्वज्जीवितमतिशयचपलम्।

विद्धि व्याध्यभिमानग्रस्तं,

लोक शोकहतं च समस्तम्॥४॥


जीवन कमल-पत्र पर पड़ी हुई पानी की बूंदों के समान अनिश्चित एवं अल्प (क्षणभंगुर) है। यह समझ लो कि समस्त विश्व रोग, अहंकार और दु:ख में डूबा हुआ है॥४॥


Life is as ephemeral as water drops on a lotus leaf. Be aware that the whole world is troubled by disease, ego, and grief. ॥4॥


यावद्वित्तोपार्जनसक्त:,

तावन्निजपरिवारो रक्तः।

पश्चाज्जीवति जर्जरदेहे,

वार्तां कोऽपि न पृच्छति गेहे॥५॥


जब तक व्यक्ति धनोपार्जन में समर्थ है, तब तक परिवार में सभी उसके प्रति स्नेह प्रदर्शित करते हैं परन्तु अशक्त हो जाने पर उसे सामान्य बातचीत में भी नहीं पूछा जाता है॥५॥


As long as a man is fit and capable to earn money, everyone in the family show affection towards him. But afterward, when the body becomes weak no one inquiries about him even during the talks. ॥5॥


यावत्पवनो निवसति देहे,

तावत् पृच्छति कुशलं गेहे।

गतवति वायौ देहापाये,

भार्या बिभ्यति तस्मिन्काये॥६॥


जब तक शरीर में प्राण रहते हैं तब तक ही लोग कुशल पूछते हैं। शरीर से प्राण वायु के निकलते ही पत्नी भी उस शरीर से डरती है॥६॥


Till one is alive, family members enquire kindly about his welfare. But when the vital air (Prana) departs from the body, even the wife fears from the corpse. ॥6॥


बालस्तावत् क्रीडासक्तः,

तरुणस्तावत् तरुणीसक्तः।

वृद्धस्तावच्चिन्तासक्तः,

परे ब्रह्मणि कोऽपि न सक्तः॥७॥


बचपन में खेल में रूचि होती है , युवावस्था में युवा स्त्री के प्रति आकर्षण होता है, वृद्धावस्था में चिंताओं से घिरे रहते हैं पर प्रभु से कोई प्रेम नहीं करता है॥७॥


In childhood we are attached to sports, in youth, we are attached to women. Old age goes in worrying over everything. But there is no one who wants to be engrossed in Govind, the para brahman at any stage. ॥7॥


का ते कांता कस्ते पुत्रः,

संसारोऽयमतीव विचित्रः।

कस्य त्वं वा कुत अयातः,

तत्त्वं चिन्तय तदिह भ्रातः॥८॥


कौन तुम्हारी पत्नी है, कौन तुम्हारा पुत्र है, ये संसार अत्यंत विचित्र है, तुम कौन हो, कहाँ से आये हो, बन्धु ! इस बात पर तो पहले विचार कर लो॥८॥


Who is your wife? Who is your son? Indeed, strange is this world. O dear, think again and again who are you and from where have you come. ॥8॥


सत्संगत्वे निस्संगत्वं,

निस्संगत्वे निर्मोहत्वं।

निर्मोहत्वे निश्चलतत्त्वं

निश्चलतत्त्वे जीवन्मुक्तिः॥९॥


सत्संग से वैराग्य, वैराग्य से विवेक, विवेक से स्थिर तत्त्वज्ञान और तत्त्वज्ञान से मोक्ष की प्राप्ति होती है॥९॥


Association with saints brings non-attachment, non-attachment leads to right knowledge, right knowledge leads us to permanent awareness, to which liberation follows. ॥9॥


व यसि गते कः कामविकारः,

शुष्के नीरे कः कासारः।

क्षीणे वित्ते कः परिवारः,

ज्ञाते तत्त्वे कः संसारः॥१०॥


आयु बीत जाने के बाद काम भाव नहीं रहता, पानी सूख जाने पर तालाब नहीं रहता, धन चले जाने पर परिवार नहीं रहता और तत्त्व ज्ञान होने के बाद संसार नहीं रहता॥१०॥


As lust without youth, a lake without water, the relatives without wealth are meaningless, similarly, this world ceases to exist when the Truth is revealed? ॥10॥


मा कुरु धनजनयौवनगर्वं,

हरति निमेषात्कालः सर्वं।

मायामयमिदमखिलम् हित्वा,

ब्रह्मपदम् त्वं प्रविश विदित्वा॥११॥


धन, शक्ति और यौवन पर गर्व मत करो, समय क्षण भर में इनको नष्ट कर देता है| इस विश्व को माया से घिरा हुआ जान कर तुम ब्रह्म पद में प्रवेश करो॥११॥


Do not boast of wealth, friends (power), and youth, these can be taken away in a flash by Time . Knowing this whole world to be under the illusion of Maya, you try to attain the Absolute . ॥11॥


दिनयामिन्यौ सायं प्रातः,

शिशिरवसन्तौ पुनरायातः।

कालः क्रीडति गच्छत्यायुस्तदपि

न मुन्च्त्याशावायुः॥१२॥


दिन और रात, शाम और सुबह, सर्दी और बसंत बार-बार आते-जाते रहते है काल की इस क्रीडा के साथ जीवन नष्ट होता रहता है पर इच्छाओ का अंत कभी नहीं होता है॥१२॥


Day and night, dusk and dawn, winter and spring come and go. In this sport of Time entire life goes away, but the storm of desire never departs or diminishes. ॥12॥


द्वादशमंजरिकाभिरशेषः

कथितो वैयाकरणस्यैषः।

उपदेशोऽभूद्विद्यानिपुणैः, श्रीमच्छंकरभगवच्चरणैः॥१२अ॥


बारह गीतों का ये पुष्पहार, सर्वज्ञ प्रभुपाद श्री शंकराचार्य द्वारा एक वैयाकरण को प्रदान किया गया॥१२अ॥


This bouquet of twelve verses was imparted to a grammarian by the all-knowing, god-like Sri Shankara. ॥12A॥


काते कान्ता धन गतचिन्ता,

वातुल किं तव नास्ति नियन्ता।

त्रिजगति सज्जनसं गतिरैका,

भवति भवार्णवतरणे नौका॥१३॥


तुम्हें पत्नी और धन की इतनी चिंता क्यों है, क्या उनका कोई नियंत्रक नहीं है| तीनों लोकों में केवल सज्जनों का साथ ही इस भवसागर से पार जाने की नौका है॥१३॥


Oh, deluded man! Why do you worry about your wealth and wife? Is there no one to take care of them? Only the company of saints can act as a boat in three worlds to take you out from this ocean of rebirths. ॥13॥


जटिलो मुण्डी लुञ्छितकेशः, काषायाम्बरबहुकृतवेषः।

पश्यन्नपि च न पश्यति मूढः,

उदरनिमित्तं बहुकृतवेषः॥१४॥


बड़ी जटाएं, केश रहित सिर, बिखरे बाल , काषाय (भगवा) वस्त्र और भांति भांति के वेश ये सब अपना पेट भरने के लिए ही धारण किये जाते हैं, अरे मोहित मनुष्य तुम इसको देख कर भी क्यों नहीं देख पाते हो॥१४॥


Matted and untidy hair, shaven heads, orange or variously colored clothes are all a way to earn a livelihood. O deluded man why don’t you understand it even after seeing it. ॥14॥


अङ्गं गलितं पलितं मुण्डं,

दशनविहीनं जतं तुण्डम्।

वृद्धो याति गृहीत्वा दण्डं,

तदपि न मुञ्चत्याशापिण्डम्॥१५॥


क्षीण अंगों, पके हुए बालों, दांतों से रहित मुख और हाथ में दंड लेकर चलने वाला वृद्ध भी आशा-पाश से बंधा रहता है॥१५॥


Even an old man of weak limbs, hairless head, toothless mouth, who walks with a stick, cannot leave his desires. ॥15॥


अग्रे वह्निः पृष्ठेभानुः,

रात्रौ चुबुकसमर्पितजानुः।

करतलभिक्षस्तरुतलवासः,

तदपि न मुञ्चत्याशापाशः॥१६॥


सूर्यास्त के बाद, रात्रि में आग जला कर और घुटनों में सर छिपाकर सर्दी बचाने वाला , हाथ में भिक्षा का अन्न खाने वाला, पेड़ के नीचे रहने वाला भी अपनी इच्छाओं के बंधन को छोड़ नहीं पाता है॥१६॥


One who warms his body by fire after sunset curls his body to his knees to avoid cold; eats the begged food and sleeps beneath the tree, he is also bound by desires, even in these difficult situations .॥16॥


कुरुते गङ्गासागरगमनं,

व्रतपरिपालनमथवा दानम्।

ज्ञानविहिनः सर्वमतेन,

मुक्तिं न भजति जन्मशतेन॥१७॥


किसी भी धर्म के अनुसार ज्ञान रहित रह कर गंगासागर जाने से, व्रत रखने से और दान देने से सौ जन्मों में भी मुक्ति नहीं प्राप्त हो सकती है॥१७॥


According to all religions, without knowledge, one cannot get liberated in a hundred births though he might visit Gangasagar or observe fasts or do charity. ॥17॥


सुर मंदिर तरु मूल निवासः,

शय्या भूतल मजिनं वासः।

सर्व परिग्रह भोग त्यागः,

कस्य सुखं न करोति विरागः॥१८॥


देव मंदिर या पेड़ के नीचे निवास, पृथ्वी जैसी शय्या, अकेले ही रहने वाले, सभी संग्रहों और सुखों का त्याग करने वाले वैराग्य से किसको आनंद की प्राप्ति नहीं होगी॥१८॥


Reside in a temple or below a tree, sleep on mother earth as your bed, stay alone, leave all the belongings and comforts, such renunciation can give all the pleasures to anybody. ॥18॥


योगरतो वाभोगरतोवा,

सङ्गरतो वा सङ्गवीहिनः।

यस्य ब्रह्मणि रमते चित्तं,

नन्दति नन्दति नन्दत्येव॥१९॥


कोई योग में लगा हो या भोग में, संग में आसक्त हो या निसंग हो, पर जिसका मन ब्रह्म में लगा है वो ही आनंद करता है, आनंद ही करता है॥१९॥


One may like meditative practice or worldly pleasures, may be attached or detached. But only the one fixing his mind on God lovingly enjoys bliss, enjoys bliss, enjoys bliss. ॥19॥


भगवद् गीता किञ्चिदधीता,

गङ्गा जललव कणिकापीता।

सकृदपि येन मुरारि समर्चा,

क्रियते तस्य यमेन न चर्चा॥२०॥


जिन्होंने भगवदगीता का थोडा सा भी अध्ययन किया है, भक्ति रूपी गंगा जल का कण भर भी पिया है, भगवान कृष्ण की एक बार भी समुचित प्रकार से पूजा की है, यम के द्वारा उनकी चर्चा नहीं की जाती है॥२०॥


Those who study Gita, even a little, drink just a drop of water from the holy Ganga, worship Lord Krishna with love even once, Yama, the God of death has no control over them. ॥20॥


पुनरपि जननं पुनरपि मरणं,

पुनरपि जननी जठरे शयनम्।

इह संसारे बहुदुस्तारे,

कृपयाऽपारे पाहि मुरारे॥२१॥


बार-बार जन्म, बार-बार मृत्यु, बार-बार माँ के गर्भ में शयन, इस संसार से पार जा पाना बहुत कठिन है, हे कृष्ण कृपा करके मेरी इससे रक्षा करें॥२१॥


Born again, die again, stay again in the mother’s womb, it is indeed difficult to cross this world. O Murari ! please help me through your mercy. ॥21॥


रथ्या चर्पट विरचित कन्थः,

पुण्यापुण्य विवर्जित पन्थः।

योगी योगनियोजित चित्तो,

रमते बालोन्मत्तवदेव॥२२॥


रथ के नीचे आने से फटे हुए कपडे पहनने वाले, पुण्य और पाप से रहित पथ पर चलने वाले, योग में अपने चित्त को लगाने वाले योगी, बालक के समान आनंद में रहते हैं॥२२॥


One who wears clothes ragged due to chariots, move on the path free from virtue and sin, keeps his mind-controlled through constant practice, enjoys like a carefree exuberant child. ॥22॥


कस्त्वं कोऽहं कुत आयातः,

का मे जननी को मे तातः।

इति परिभावय सर्वमसारम्,

विश्वं त्यक्त्वा स्वप्न विचारम्॥२३॥


तुम कौन हो, मैं कौन हूँ, कहाँ से आया हूँ, मेरी माँ कौन है, मेरा पिता कौन है? सब प्रकार से इस विश्व को असार समझ कर इसको एक स्वप्न के समान त्याग दो॥२३॥


Who are you? Who am I? From where I have come? Who is my mother, who is my father? Ponder over these and after understanding, this world to be meaningless like a dream, relinquish it. ॥23॥


त्वयि मयि चान्यत्रैको विष्णुः,

व्यर्थं कुप्यसि मय्यसहिष्णुः।

भव समचित्तः सर्वत्र त्वं,

वाञ्छस्यचिराद्यदि विष्णुत्वम्॥२४॥


तुममें, मुझमें और अन्यत्र भी सर्वव्यापक विष्णु ही हैं, तुम व्यर्थ ही क्रोध करते हो, यदि तुम शाश्वत विष्णु पद को प्राप्त करना चाहते हो तो सर्वत्र समान चित्त वाले हो जाओ॥२४॥


Lord Vishnu resides in me, in you and in everything else, so your anger is meaningless. If you wish to attain the eternal status of Vishnu, practice equanimity all the time, in all the things. ॥24॥


शत्रौ मित्रे पुत्रे बन्धौ,

मा कुरु यत्नं विग्रहसन्धौ।

सर्वस्मिन्नपि पश्यात्मानं,

सर्वत्रोत्सृज भेदाज्ञानम्॥२५॥


शत्रु, मित्र, पुत्र, बन्धु-बांधवों से प्रेम और द्वेष मत करो, सबमें अपने आप को ही देखो, इस प्रकार सर्वत्र ही भेद रूपी अज्ञान को त्याग दो॥२५॥


Try not to win the love of your friends, brothers, relatives and son(s) or to fight with your enemies. See yourself in everyone and give up ignorance of duality everywhere. ॥25॥


कामं क्रोधं लोभं मोहं,

त्यक्त्वाऽत्मानं भावय कोऽहम्।

आत्मज्ञान विहीना मूढाः,

ते पच्यन्ते नरकनिगूढाः॥२६॥


काम, क्रोध, लोभ, मोह को छोड़ कर, स्वयं में स्थित होकर विचार करो कि मैं कौन हूँ, जो आत्म- ज्ञान से रहित मोहित व्यक्ति हैं वो बार-बार छिपे हुए इस संसार रूपी नरक में पड़ते हैं॥२६॥


Give up desires, anger, greed, and delusion. Ponder over your real nature. Those devoid of the knowledge of self come in this world, a hidden hell, endlessly. ॥26॥


गेयं गीता नाम सहस्रं,

ध्येयं श्रीपति रूपमजस्रम्।

नेयं सज्जन सङ्गे चित्तं,

देयं दीनजनाय च वित्तम्॥२७॥


भगवान विष्णु के सहस्त्र नामों को गाते हुए उनके सुन्दर रूप का अनवरत ध्यान करो, सज्जनों के संग में अपने मन को लगाओ और गरीबों की अपने धन से सेवा करो॥२७॥


Sing a thousand glories of Lord Vishnu, constantly remembering his form in your heart. Enjoy the company of noble people and do charity for the poor and the needy. ॥27॥


सुखतः क्रियते रामाभोगः,

पश्चाद्धन्त शरीरे रोगः।

यद्यपि लोके मरणं शरणं,

तदपि न मुञ्चति पापाचरणम्॥२८॥


सुख के लिए लोग आनंद-भोग करते हैं जिसके बाद इस शरीर में रोग हो जाते हैं। यद्यपि इस पृथ्वी पर सबका मरण सुनिश्चित है फिर भी लोग पापमय आचरण को नहीं छोड़ते हैं॥२८॥


People use this body for pleasure which gets diseased in the end. Though in this world everything ends in death, man does not give up the sinful conduct. ॥28॥


अर्थंमनर्थम् भावय नित्यं,

नास्ति ततः सुखलेशः सत्यम्।

पुत्रादपि धनभजाम् भीतिः,

सर्वत्रैषा विहिता रीतिः॥२९॥


धन अकल्याणकारी है और इससे जरा सा भी सुख नहीं मिल सकता है, ऐसा विचार प्रतिदिन करना चाहिए | धनवान व्यक्ति तो अपने पुत्रों से भी डरते हैं ऐसा सबको पता ही है॥२९॥


Keep on thinking that money is the cause of all troubles, it cannot give even a bit of happiness. A rich man fears even his own son. This is the law of riches everywhere. ॥29॥


प्राणायामं प्रत्याहारं,

नित्यानित्य विवेकविचारम्।

जाप्यसमेत समाधिविधानं,

कुर्ववधानं महदवधानम्॥३०॥


प्राणायाम, उचित आहार, नित्य इस संसार की अनित्यता का विवेक पूर्वक विचार करो, प्रेम से प्रभु-नाम का जाप करते हुए समाधि में ध्यान दो, बहुत ध्यान दो॥३०॥


Do pranayam, the regulation of life forces, take proper food, constantly distinguish the permanent from the fleeting, Chant the holy names of God with love and meditate, with attention, with the utmost attention. ॥30॥


गुरुचरणाम्बुज निर्भर भक्तः, संसारादचिराद्भव मुक्तः।

सेन्द्रियमानस नियमादेवं,

द्रक्ष्यसि निज हृदयस्थं देवम्॥३१॥


गुरु के चरण कमलों का ही आश्रय मानने वाले भक्त बनकर सदैव के लिए इस संसार में आवागमन से मुक्त हो जाओ, इस प्रकार मन एवं इन्द्रियों का निग्रह कर अपने हृदय में विराजमान प्रभु के दर्शन करो॥३१॥


Be dependent only on the lotus feet of your Guru and get salvation from this world. Through disciplined senses and mind, you can see the indwelling Lord of your heart !॥31॥


मूढः कश्चन वैयाकरणो,

डुकृञ्करणाध्ययन धुरिणः।

श्रीमच्छम्कर भगवच्छिष्यै,

बोधित आसिच्छोधितकरणः॥३२॥


इस प्रकार व्याकरण के नियमों को कंठस्थ करते हुए किसी मोहित वैयाकरण के माध्यम से बुद्धिमान श्री भगवान शंकर के शिष्य बोध प्राप्त करने के लिए प्रेरित किये गए॥३२॥


Thus through a deluded grammarian lost in memorizing rules of the grammar, the all-knowing Sri Shankara motivated his disciples for enlightenment.॥32॥


भजगोविन्दं भजगोविन्दं,

गोविन्दं भजमूढमते।

नामस्मरणादन्यमुपायं,

नहि पश्यामो भवतरणे॥३३॥


गोविंद को भजो, गोविन्द का नाम लो, गोविन्द से प्रेम करो क्योंकि भगवान के नाम जप के अतिरिक्त इस भव-सागर से पार जाने का अन्य कोई मार्ग नहीं है॥३३॥


O deluded minded friend, chant Govinda, worship Govinda, love Govinda as there is no other way to cross the life’s ocean except lovingly remembering the holy names of God.॥33॥

Tuesday, November 30, 2021

Simple Man - Rule of life

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sMmTkKz60W8



 "Mama told me 

When I was young,

"Come sit beside me, 

My only son.

And listen closely 

To what I say,

And if you do this 

It'll help you some sunny day.


"Oh, take your time, 

Don't live too fast

Troubles will come 

They will pass.

You'll find a woman 

And you'll find love

And don't forget, son, 

There is someone up above.


"And be a simple 

Kind of man

Oh, be something 

You love and understand

Baby, be a simple 

Kind of man

Oh, won't you do this 

For me, son, 

If you can"


~ Lynyrd Skynyrd’s Simple Man .


7 𝑹𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆 

1. 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝑮𝒐 

𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒚𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒚. 

2. 𝑰𝒈𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎 

𝑫𝒐𝒏❜𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆. 𝑳𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕❜𝒔 𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 

3. 𝑮𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆 

𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. 

4. 𝑫𝒐𝒏❜𝒕 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆 

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒚. 

5. 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒎 

𝑰𝒕❜𝒔 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕. 𝑲𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖❜𝒍𝒍 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆. 

6. 𝑰𝒕❜𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒀𝒐𝒖 

𝑶𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔. 

7. 𝑺𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆 

𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕. 𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒊𝒕...

The song reminded me of the 10th class farewell and My take away: "Simple Living, & High Thinking."


Thursday, November 11, 2021

It is in giving to all that we receive

Become the biggest giver, for that need lot of Vitamin M. 

Give back and support causes/ Charities. It was such a great privilege to see Kochouseph Sir, be part of the biggest 10 givers. 

Create more than you consume, and give consistently. 


A leader always shows the right way, everyone from Kerala can be proud of his actions , he is showing us life is not only becoming rich ,it’s equally about richness in giving back to the society ❤️ HURUN-india-philanthropy-list2020

Total global donations in the last century stood at $832 billion

With donations worth $102.4 billion, India’s pioneer industrialist and Tata Group founder Jamsetji Nusserwanji Tata is the world’s biggest philanthropist of the last century, much ahead of Bill and Melinda Gates, who came in second.

Wipro Founder-Chairman Azim Premji, who gifted about $22 billion for noble causes and ranked 12, is the only other Indian in the list of 50 global philanthropists compiled by Hurun Research and EdelGive Foundation.

Tata, who started his endowments as early as 1892, donated mainly for healthcare and education needs from Tata Sons’ income. Jamsetji Tata died in 1904. The total philanthropic value of Tata Group is made up of 66 per cent of Tata Sons, estimated at $100 billion, solely based on the value of listed entities.

“Whilst American and European philanthropists may have dominated the thinking of philanthropy over the last century, Jamsetji Tata is the world’s biggest philanthropist,” Rupert Hoogewerf, Chairman and Chief Researcher of Hurun Report, said.

Anas Rahman Junaid, Managing Director and Chief Researcher of Hurun India said: “It is a proud moment to see an Indian top the 2021 EdelGive Hurun Philanthropists of the Century.”

The group’s philanthropic activities are now overseen by its Chairman Emeritus Ratan N Tata.

And then I am reminded:

Do not try to save

the whole world

or do anything grandiose.

Instead, create

a clearing

in the dense forest

of your life

and wait there

patiently,

until the song

that is your life

falls into your own cupped hands

and you recognize and greet it.

Only then will you know

how to give yourself

to this world

so worth of rescue.


~Martha Postlewaite