Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Messiah - Are you there?

May everyone call me worthless, I do not care – it is just your words that matter to me the most.
May everyone abandon me and do not acknowledge my presence – I do not worry – but when you do it; a pinch of being an orphan hits my mind and my heart.
I know you are a messiah of my life; a bundle of confusions await me before I am showered with something that I need and not want.
Is God so cold on this child of his that he does take away everything she longs for?
Are you really there? If yes, use your wand of magic and bless me now – with every second of my life to be, “As I wish”, “As I wish”.
Seeking solace in the arms of you, with tears rolling down my cheeks and blessings that lasts forever to unite me with my soul-mate now and forever.
May my soul-mate realize that I am here waiting every second just for him and just for him…..


Saturday, October 22, 2016

Book Review - "The Pregnant King" - Devdutt Pattanaik

He wept for his family, his mothers, his brother and for his grand-mother, Shilavati and finally he wept for his father, The Pregnant King".
The book describes so well, the law of nature and as you flip through the pages, you would be able to clearly differentiate the conventional and unconventional way of life. The tale of a king, desperately wanted to be a father for the sake of the throne. Shilavati, A woman with every quality of a King should possess but is denied to be accepted as the "KING"because, she is a lady. A man who wants to sing and live his life but is not allowed to do so, he is the only heir and a King isn't supposed to do so. In short, we all want to be something but end up being something else. Who becomes a Chakravarti or who is eligible to be a real Chakravarti? The whole book turns out to be a mystery and slowly unveils itself to the readers. The queens of Yuvanashva seeking blessings from Ileshwara for kids, shows ego or status does not matter in front of the Supreme power. Somvati and Sumedha gets killed and they seek revenge and call Yuvanashva their father, showing souls do not die. Later, the king renounces everything and even his beloved mother and as she whines like a small kid showing how materialistic life bound her till that day in her royal attire and in front of he gates of the palace on the lap of her daughter-in-law. Karma has answers to everything.The patterns of nature need to be understood and it is as agile as a waterfall and as still as the Mountain. So, there is nothing wrong or right according to nature, it always tries to balance things out.

Sometimes, the content of the book becomes a little monotonous when Yuvanashva gets married and longs for children, the attempts he makes to get children and the way they take a visit to the Ileshwara temple and the rituals they follow to get children. Sometimes, the concepts explained and the linking to people in the past with the king also needs a little improvisation, it gets a little tough to understand at times. However; a great read to understand the concept of he "Law of Nature".

While the cousins fought the war of Kurukshetra, Shilavati was busy making her son a King and the King sulked if he is a mother or father of Mandatta while Jayantha silently watched the dissatisfied souls around him. While Yuvanashva drowned in his own thoughts of knowing if anybody else other than him had enjoyed the pleasure of being a man and a woman.
Everybody born has to undergo their shares of deeds,be it a king or a king-maker. It's all about the game of Yama and Kama, it's all about the deeds and misdeeds, it's all about balancing things. It's ultimately the "LAW OF NATURE"  and the path to Salvation.


So is Yuvanashva a mother or a father?

Tuesday, October 11, 2016

Book Review - Jaya - Devdutt Pattanaik

The tales of the great epic Mahabharata retold in a form which can be understood be every reader. Being passionate about Bhagavadgeetha and Mahabharata for a very long time now; picking this book certainly made me fall in love with the epic again. Doing justice to every book he writes is the style of this author is what I have known after reading this piece of his work. Every tale has been depicted in a way which allows the reader to draw his own perceptions about every character of Mahabharata.

The illustrations, a blend of Zentangle and Madhubani art forms is another interesting aspect to the book. An effort of introducing the reader to various other versions of Mahabharata has been done along with the drawings of the family lines to get a better understanding of the Kuru and Yadu clan respectively. Helping the reader understand the difference between the emotions and Karma has been written with great ease.

My personal favorite chapter in the whole book is the, “Draupadi admits a secret”. Despite having everything with her, the leading lady of the epic could not be satisfied by even the most powerful Bhima or the most handsome Nakula because of the truth that was hidden deep inside her heart. The concept of questioning her chastity comes into the picture and how the guilt in the sub-conscious mind comes in the form of tears and then gets wiped away. So, in simple terms, chastity and honesty are two different faces of the same coin and the one who stands by Dharma performing the Karma without any expectations at all times is the one who gets closer to the Universe.

Every human-being born will have their treasure of secrets closely hidden in their heart. So did Satyavati, Kunti and Gandhari also had a lot of secrets but why was Draupadi cleansed of that guilt? Why did Kunti lose Karna and Gandhari all her children? This still leaves me perplexed.

Though it is a little difficult to understand it right at the first read, we may have to go back and re-read a few sentences again to understand the depth of the emotion and the character.

Yada yada hi dharmasya glanirbhavati bharata, Abhythanamadharmasya tadatmanam srijamyaham!

Friday, June 24, 2016

Book Review - "When Arya Fell Through The Fault"

"When Arya Fell Through The Fault"

Author: Reenita Malhotra Hora

“I was cocooned in her warmth, sobbing tears of relief and excitement as she gently rocked me in the morning breeze” – My favorite lines from the book.

A great attempt by the author to remind our current generation of the values laid by our ancestors. With an amazing cover page of the little boy with a book in his hand, Lord Rama and the demon king Ravana tingles curiosity in the readers.

Comparison between the good and evil of modern day and linking it back to the Indian epic Ramayana through a 12 year old boy is an amazing thing. The language is simple, yet leaves a great impact since the protagonist is a little boy as it creates a nostalgia to the readers.

The whole book revolves around a little boy Arya, who lives in San Fransisco, with his parents. His mum who is a Ayurvedic practitioner and his dad a cab driver Arya loves listening to the chapters of Ramayana narrated by his mother but is a slave of evil deeds. The author, being an Ayurvedic practitioner has very cleverly en cashed her skills in describing the aroma of Ayurveda oils and the food Arya's mother makes for him. The whole story takes an amazing twist when Arya's mother meets with an accident and goes into a vegetative state.

Linking of the characters Arya comes across in his life to Ravana – the ten headed demon king and the main reason for letting evil rule him is the best part of the book. The beautiful way of describing the Medicine Woman and comparing her to Arya's mother will keep the readers interest alive. The way of introducing and comparing the Vanara characters to the epic Ramayana and school janitor Niklas to Vishwamitra has been carried out really well.

The technique of author bringing in the age old concept of Ayurveda and understanding our true self is really commendable. The entire book revolves around the victory of good over evil and the simplest way to distinguish between the two is by our actions. The concept of reaction, deciding under haste and letting the situations take control over ourselves leads to mishap is what the entire book speaks about.

However, the initial chapters of the book is a little dragging where Arya's mom constantly pacifies him for his behavior, Athena and “The Boys” group taking Arya for a ride and Arya's reaction to every small thing is quite repetitive. As Arya lands in the Woods, the scenes speaking about Guruji and his color changing eyes is also quite repetitive. The school principal's character was of no significance at all.

Overall, the book gives us a broad perspective of an easy understanding between good and evil and the interpersonal conflicts each one of us encounter in our real lives through a lovely family of Arya, Ma and Pa. The book brings us tears when Arya finally evolves as a matured soul and decides to take his dad through the journey of Ramayana as his mother once did to him.


Once upon a Sunny Morning in the forests of ancient India… 

Wednesday, June 8, 2016

A deep jungle!


A deep jungle beckoned me one day, how beautiful it was I thought - I am little girl

Smell of the wet soil, an old mansion; two soldiers and I thought – I am a princess

Played and sang for a day with the soldiers; all alone had I become and I thought – I want my mum

Time passed by and four monsters intruded my home without an invitation; I want to go back to my home and I thought – I want my stars to shine on me

A deep jungle beckoned me one day; from beautiful to horrific it became when I entered the old haunted house and I thought – I wanted my loved ones back

As the songs played; the four monsters tore me apart my screams went unheard – none to save me; not even my stars

A deep jungle beckoned me one day; just to leave a scary scar on my heart and soul – A deep jungle beckoned me one day......



Sunday, May 8, 2016

As I celebrate myself; nothing else matters...


“Glimpse” - “When I see her I lose a bit of myself”

Marriage is not between two bodies; it is a divine union of two soul-mates. I am married for the last forty years and have known my girl for the last fifty years. Today, I am an eighty year old soul who feels lost all of a sudden. I can’t remember a day feeling so blue in the last fifty years when she was with me. We also had to go through a lot of ebb and flows like any other couples. But, this day on my death-bed I clearly see what kept us sailing through the violent tides, it was the “UNFLINCHING dedication” and “FIERCEFUL PASSION” that we had towards each other.

I am a before independence master-piece and the concept of Love marriage was a complete boycott during those times. While India struggled for its Independence from British, I was waging a war in my mind on deciding if she is the “LOVE OF MY LIFE”. I had aversion towards the concept of marriage but, every time I saw her I felt a deep sense of connection and it became stronger as the days passed by. I cannot fathom those feelings I had for her, but I knew that it was not “LUST”

It was a Sunday morning, she stood by the gate of her house drying her long wavy hair, and it is so fascinating that these memories are still so alive in my so called “BRAIN-dead” body. I walked straight into her house and her lawyer dad was sipping his morning coffee while her mother was busy with the morning chores. She stood near the curtain and I could hear heart race at the speed of light; her beautiful wide eyes filled with tears and her fair white skin had turned blue out of fear. My parents were in complete disagreement with me and I could anticipate their reaction as well.

We both had decided to leave our families behind to start a new world of ours sparing our parents from the culture shock they had to go through. We moved far, real far away from everyone to an unknown part of the country and set-up our family. Undoubtedly, there was a lot of vacuum without our kith and kin but, I realized one thing; I had not made a mistake.

I had chosen a right woman for my life and I owe every bit of me to her; even while I am on my death-bed; the only thing that my mind craves is for the warmth of her body, a million dollar toothless smile and the lovely twinkle of her eyes with my reflection in them. I have always spoken to her eyes and even today as I breathe my last; I am seeing her right in front of me.

I call myself the LUCKIEST man in this world, love hidden in the heart may go unnoticed but in the eyes of a WOMAN that reflects her man in them – never let such a person walk away from your life J