Circumstantial Happiness

Circumstances have never been in control of anyone. Be it Ram, Krishna, Buddha, Jesus, Prophet or you. How you respond to your circumstances gets determined by who you are, and dictates the direction of who you become. The city you live in, the civility in the people around you, your spouse, seniors, boss, neighbour and how they present themselves to you, are all different faces of your circumstances.

When your energy inside is high, if you are vibrant from inside, you will still look at what can be done. Being optimistic may be a good trait, but here I am not even talking about being optimistic. I am asking the basic question, are you willing to do what needs to be done?

If I am woken up by sudden sounds only to notice that the house is on fire! I can wail and cry of how unfortunate I have been, I can complain and blame the person whose negligence must have caused the fire. I can rush for the exit; think about others whom I can wake up and help evacuate; can even pick precious belongings while running out, if time permits.

We all are burning in some fire, of varying intensities, whether or not we think we have caused it. How do we respond to this fire ! Your response depends on the Level of vibrancy achieved in your body mind complex. Doing Saadhana (meditation/ Yoga practices) helps in elevating your energy. How happy you are is a signature of this state of vibrancy.

Can you just be happy; not allowing circumstances to make a stone statue on your memory.

This is a photograph of a couple who have come to the BHU hospital with their daughter to fix her fractured leg. They are happy that they are able to get the necessary medical support to their daughter at the “practically” earliest possiblity. Happy people are a blessing to the people and surroundings wherever they go. They become epicenter of a ripple of positive attitude.

सर्वे भवन्तु सुखिनः सर्वे संतु निरामयाः

सर्वे भद्राणि पश्यन्ति मा कश्चित दुःख भाग भवेत


The thirst of love

Love is all one seeks.

The most pleasing of all things is to quench some one’s thirst of love.

If the above two lines are true then all we would want to transact is in the currency of Love. If all that everyone wants to give and take is Love, then why is there any conflict at all on this planet!

I think the source of conflict is “more” love. In establishing a dynasty, the person is seeking to belong to (“own”) more people. In stealing money, the person is seeking to become more worthy and relevant on this planet, so that eventually he is loved more.

You feel filled up with immense joy, just with the thought that you might possibly be able to “provide” for what is sought by another piece of life. Attention, praise, respect, compassion are all different flavors of this one thing. The way every electromagnetic interaction happens with the exchange of an energy packet named photon; all human interactions happen with the exchange of a packet of consciousness called Love. Ask yourself how many of these love packets do you have; you know it, you have an infinite reserve of this currency.

Start Loving (more)

Big people in small towns

Today at registry office I was waiting for my turn. I happened to get face to face with an old man who was holding his Grand daughter just as I was holding my son. The old man was traditionally dressed in dhoti kurta, he must be from a near by village. I was busy noticing the pleasant changes in Raaghav’s facial expression seeing another child when I heard the old man say “dono ki ek hi jaat Hai, Innocence”. It took me a moment to understand the magnanimity of the statement. I was awed; in a town where people complain that caste lines affect everything, there are people with such big heart. 

The same night, i had to travel to Bokaro to join the annual get together of Chinmaya Vidyalaya alumni. Due to lack of reserved ticket, I ended up having to travel in general bogie. Around 2am, while going to the rest room I found a young man cobled up in one corner without any winter wear. After about an hour, he walks over to another end of this bogie, his body shivering wildly, his eyes trying to spot a corner that was comparitively warm. Apparently this bare footed man concluded there was no better place as he sat down in the middle of the walk way and attempted to cover his ears with his shirt. My mind was echoing the several reasons given by well educated people traveling in train with general class ticket to use the sleeper/AC bogie simply because it is crowded, it is cold bla..bla.. ; here this man had all the reasons to walk into the AC bogie, the simplest reason being to save his life, but he chose to suffer in the general compartment. His innocent mind didn’t even imagine the possibility of going to the AC bogie. My mind bowed to the bigness of his innocence. I soon arrested my mind and have him something to cover himself. I noticed my small mind arguing ‘this is the last sweat shirt I’ve from my PhD days in USA, I shouldn’t give this’; ‘my bed sheet is so clean, it will get dirty if I give it to him’; ‘what if I start feeling cold myself as the night deepens’. Anyways, becoming aware of my thoughts was all that was needed to segregate the right from wrong. He is comparitively comfortable now, covered with whatever I had for cold that wasn’t already in use before that moment. Small towns also have big people. 


Somewhere, out in the day

the country girl rises and looks
out her window..
The sun shines and the butterflies dance,
a soft breeze moves the trees..
as she blinks the sleep from her eyes
and sits on her perch to observe the budding day.
From the moment she opens from her slumber,
like clockwork, he comes to her side and joins her-
nothing could keep them parted for long.
A nearly visible essence, of her very own cells,
He sits softly in silence as she smiles
that mirror smile..
which they both share for a good while.
And he touches her soft shoulders, with those
wisps of hands-
blessing her, to walk through this new day-
seemingly on her own, but never alone,
this is true loves’ way.
As the trees drop their leaves, and the sunlight
glistens over her patch of earth,
she closes her eyes for just
a moment more,
to slip through the ether,
and deliver the softest kiss,
to his awaiting forehead,
sunken deep in the dark of night-
where in his dreams-
he joins her
to reflect that mirror smile,
once again.
(a friend)

A letter to myself

Few months back, I was in an advanced meditation program. After being in silence for over 2 days, on being asked to write a letter to myself with 5 advises, the following attached letter is what I wrote. Reflecting back now, I see, how true it is.

Your opinion of which one of the following is most important for me.

Letter to myself after 2 days of silence

Letter to myself after 2 days of silence

Love, just a reflection

I woke up dreaming, of blessing an abandoned child..
And I heard your voice, coming through
from the other side.
Tears instantly, down my cheeks- just like that;
the sky opened up and began to cry with me-
For us, for loss, for abandon…
For healing, for growth..
For the moments I spent in sobs-
Begging God to help me let you go…
and not meaning a word-
knowing there is no separation..
there never was.
What I felt in your presence all along
was myself
What I feel in your absence is also myself-
and God.
All the Gods, and angels- holding my shoulders
as I sob..
as I cleanse myself- drop by drop-
of the memories that are
essentially me, reflected.
A smile I never want to stop seeing-
a tune in my heart that keeps it beating.
A formless form that has been birthed
between two souls-
how I feel- know,
we are the same-
connected at the core-
and more connected to humanity-
with the heavens above
churning the winds around our love-
against my cheek it whips and
gets sent off to brush your cheek
ever so softly as you sleep-
There is no difference between
you and me-
and no distance or time lost at all-
when you breathe in- my lungs fall and
catch that breath inside my being-
my heart bumping the same tune-
as I sit right in front of you,
the way I will forever see us in my minds eye-
a love like this could never die
Nor could I wish for it to be
anything other than simply
& me.
Author: A friend from across the oceans
Date: Christmas 2015

to Bharat from USA

As I stepped into the Delta airlines flight, set to fly from Newark to New Delhi, I was positively awed to see a sea of Indian faces, so many turban covered heads; so many mothers draped in Sari; so many people in a rush to get their seat, rubbing against each other without much hesitation. I felt a rush of blood, announcing silently “I am here, I am here too”. With my right hand dragging the trolly, my left hand, slowly moved towards the heart as if to greet the people as I continued walking inward.

I always felt that “India is calling”, though I weren’t clear on anything after that. I had booked my flight to Bharat even before I received a job confirmation.

Be it family, friends, or acquaintances; be it in concerned conversations or casual courtesy conversations, people continue to ask, “Why return to India when you had the choice of a more comfortable life in USA ?” When asked about this, I find myself in the Indian situation of that girl who loves a boy and is trying to convince her family members for her marriage with that boy. Her father, in trying to propose a different boy asks with concern, “why do you want to marry that particular boy only?”. She says, “Papa, he has a good job, lavish salary; his family members are very accommodating; his friends are so welcoming; has a large government house … what else should he have”. The father returns the argument saying “But why not Sharma ji‘s son? He has a higher social status and is better on most of these parameters you mentioned”. The girl is muted. She then comes up with another set of qualities, a new set of adjectives … and the ‘argument’ continues. All that the girl says about her lover may be factually correct, but none of it is the reason for her wish to marry him. Its just a feeling that pulls her entire being. Most of the reasons that I give to justify my decision are also such straws of information, while the reason to return was just due to a strong feeling.

No logic can bridge two people talking from different planes of experiences. Logic is linear and can only connect people who are in the same plane of experiences. When trying to be totally honest, I find myself saying “because India is India, so I had to return”; but this hardly is meaningful. I also wonder if it is patriotism or nationalism. I wonder because I probably don’t feel proud about being an Indian. I don’t find my emotions rising when I hear someone say “India is a great nation”. I just feel normal about it. If I took birth in Ethiopia, my feelings and actions would have been analogous. I just feel that this is the country I was born in, these are the people who have nurtured me, these are the resources I was fed from, these people have payed for the road on which I walked to my school, these are the people with whom I walked the path of knowledge or illusion. I feel that this is the field I am given to plow by mother nature and this is my karmbhumi. I don’t need to claim that I will plow it because it is fertile. I will plow it simply because I feel that this is my first responsibility.

My stay in America was like a gift in many ways. I was touched by so many and got the opportunity to touch many lives. I hold it all very dearly. It was in the very special surrounding and circumstances created by my fellow friends and colleagues in USA that I could grow deep enough, that now I do not need an external motivation to continue the pursuit of knowledge. I find myself bewildered, how one after another circumstances and people conspired to make me fall in love with so many individuals. I have no way of returning that favor but I wish to assure my friends that I will share that unconditional affection with people here.

Coming back to Bharat from USA becomes easy for me because I do not have much ambition associated with my life. When I think about what I want to do and where I want to be 10 years from now, I only find myself certain about one thing that I want to use my life in sewa. This is just a feeling, a state of mind and has no logical origin or justification. Sometimes, some drops of romanticism also grazes through the thoughts but there is no face attached to that feeling so I don’t know how it will evolve.

With Gratitude from Bharat