Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts

Sunday, 16 July 2017

Women Empowerment: Myth vs Reality

सत्यम् ब्रूयात् प्रियम् ब्रूयात् न ब्रूयात् सत्यमप्रियम् | 
प्रियम् नानृतं ब्रूयात् एष धर्मः सनातनः ||

satyam bruyat priyam bruyat na bruyat satyam apriyam
priyam ca nanrutam bruyat esha dharmah sanatanah

Speak truth in such a way that it should be pleasing to others. Never speak truth, which is unpleasant to others. Never speak untruth, which might be pleasant. This is the path of eternal morality, sanatana dharma.


Real empowerment happens only by two ways

1.Devotion
2.Sense of Service

It is a well considered myth that only working women are more empowered than housewife’s.

A women who takes care of her husband and children with devotion are really more empowered to make correct decisions than a women who may be a chairperson of any organization but works without any devotion.

Real power does not come through authority,it comes through service.
Empowerment as per Hindu religious texts is not gained by holding any authorized position,it happens by sense of service that one offers.

In ancient India, even now in some places,it is the man who occupies the head of the family position and the  women is used to listening to him,this has often been misconstructed as slavery by the western historians who did come to India.Even in this so called bondage of the wife,it was received by her with an unsaid , untold joy and love,though the so called intellectuals of today have called it patriarchical, antiwomen and antisocial.

India has never been antiwomen since ancient ages.
It always respected women.Mathrudevobhava -  Treat your mother as god.This has been well reflected in the religious preaching’s of great saints like Swami Vivekananda, Ramakrishna Paramhamsa and Sankaracharya.  Though the western culture taught otherwise.

Women need to be treated as children and protected” – this is what the Manusmriti, an ancient Hindu text states.

Today this is often misrepresented as lack of freedom,bondage,slavery by the so called intellectual,modern,westernized,liberal women activists.


P.S.- I am not a Hindu extremist.

Sunday, 7 May 2017

Hellish World


Those that have an attitude of service towards others are the beauty of society. - Mata Amritanandamayi Devi



Everyone here comes and recites ”Amma Amma Amma”
Some glossy,some through heartfelt devotion.

Though each one here claims to be a devotee.

Many smile, some from within,many a plastic
Some cry instantaneously in her arms,relieving their burden.

Though each one here claims to be a devotee.
 
Few sensible,innumerable fools 
Some with deep pain,some artificial
some fake tears, all find a way in.

Though each one here claims to be a devotee.


Some come in search of happiness,some to bury their sorrow.
Few are compassionate here,many egoistic.

Though each one here claims to be a devotee.

Some praise,some hurl abuses,some shed tears,some smile
Many are selfless,few selfish.
Though the mantra here seems to be DONATIONS, DONATIONS and more DONATIONS.

Though each one here claims to be a devotee.

She consoles each one,
whether rich or poor,
knowledgable or ignorant,
whether selfish or selfless
with same ounce of love and compassion.

For her,each one is her devotee ,her child.

Monday, 13 March 2017

A phenomenon called “Narendra Modi”

“People ask what your vision is, what is your big vision? I say ‘bhai’, I got here by way of selling tea (crowd erupts in applause). I am a simple (Chhota) man. I like focusing on simple and small tasks. I want to accomplish big things for the little guy.” –Narendra Modi






I am sure Modi era would be written as a golden era in Indian history whenever it gets published something similar to Ashoka rule of the Mauryan empire.Our future generations would be enticed and overawed by the beauty called Narendra Modi.

I think India is in the brink of a revolution with a revolutionary and dynamic leader Modi ushering a golden period for India.

I believe as patriotic Indians we need to make the best use of it rather than repent it later(read Mamta Banerjee,NDTV).People opposed to Narendra Modi should release that the country has a PM who has business acumen to negotiate with the US and Japan effectively, Kshatriya skills to take on the diktaks of China head on,political manoeuvre to take all parties along ,and above all who serves selflessly for the welfare of the economically backward sections of the society.

Sunday, 13 November 2016

I Proposed a girl ...And She…

   
   Beauty lies in the eyes of a beholder

I had practiced reciting  my lines since the last evening ,I had rehearsed it pretty well,

I was nervous,my heart racing ,I blurted out…
"I love you and I love you very very much.
Jab bhi main ankhe band karta huan toh tumhe dekha huan (whenever I close my eyes I just see you)
Jab bhi main ankhe kholta huan toh tumhe dehna chahta huan.(whenever I open my eyes I want to see you)
Main tumse aur bas tumse mohabbat karta huan,Aur marte dam tak karta rahunga”(I love you and only love you,and I will love till  death)

And suddenly my eyes opened,and I was awake ,the girl still standing
I proposed a girl ...And she …blushed…


…The seven year old beautiful “Mahalakshmi”.

Sunday, 6 November 2016

Parippally orphanage a symbol of love not Taj Mahal


Love is opening up of the soul,not an obsession.


I celebrated my Diwali along with some bright  children of Parippally Orphanage adopted and run by Mata Amritanandamayi Devi Math ,burst crackers with them ,played football and enjoyed every bit of it.

It is the just the joy and smiles on the faces of these children that make Paripally a symbol of Love.

I believe the people who meet the children here light up,rather then the other way round.

Some curious thoughts come to my mind.

I am very astonished that people believe “Taj Mahal” is an epitome of love.Taj Mahal was constructed out of sheer madness and it cannot be a symbol of love.

It is symbol of selfishness, of anarchy and obsession as demonstrated by the Shah Jahan by cutting of the hands of the labourers who built the Taj Mahal so that they are not able to replicate the structure.

I am still astounded by the ignorance of people who call Taj Mahal a monument of love.

A symbol of love ,is a place where people feel happy and smiles come from within the heart and soul –like the Parippally Orphanage. 

Wednesday, 31 August 2016

My Home

Sometimes I feel my home is like the GAZA strip.
I always listen to the fights between my father and my mother ( for almost few decades now).
They fight, quarrel, abuse and it continues for hours .
At least there is a ceasefire in Palestine-Israel conflict, there is no ceasefire at my home.
It continues for hours, days and months, nonstop without any interruption.
Words are exchanged, mother in laws and father in laws names are taken.
I watch in silence, just witnessing, sometimes trying to calculate who will win this one, just like an Indo-Pak match, but I am sure not to take sides, least I may get ripped apart.
But over the years it has become a joy now to listen to their fights, fully understanding that emotions and understanding are not about artificial-ism they have to be real, one does not fight if you don’t have the love for the other person.
Now if they don’t fight  they may not be able to sleep well and if I don’t hear them fight I cannot sleep well.
When I reach home and listen to them fight, I know everything is alright.
Love has many dimensions; it can be expressed in different ways just that is needs to be original.

And thank gods that India does not have gun and bullets freely available as in the US.