Clothing for the soul.

Sundari was obsessed with clothes, she would collect old , new, worn, torn, shredded, all kinds of clothes that were bought, borrowed, gifted, stolen or found.Even a smallest piece of an old cloth would catch her eye, she would pick it from the street and keep it lovingly in her small house.
People joked about her habit, her husband and son were tired of her strange obsession, there was hardly any space left in their home to walk or sit comfortably.If they threw it out with the garbage she fought ferociously and nagged endlessly, both of them decided to let her have her way.

However she became more and more obsessive about collecting more clothes, cluttering and piling up her house, her son finally decided to take her to a doctor, hearing her quirky problem the old doctor suggested he should take her to the village priest Swami samwad.
Sundari and her son paid him a visit one evening, Swami said "leave your mother here for the night and morning take her back, by then she would be completely cured of her sickness.
While she was complaining about her son, Swami let a snake slide into her clothes and raised an alarm.She panicked and took off her clothes and stood naked before the old man, he looked at her and said 'Sundari, do you realize that  you are standing here without your clothes before me?'
To which Sundari replied 'Thank you for reminding me, In my previous birth I was Duryodhan's sister, after they tried disrobing Panchali, she cursed them that 'your sister will have to struggle all her life to keep her modesty, all the clothes in the world will not cover her body'.

Her curse took effect, after that whenever I came out in public my dresses would tear, fall off or rip open in public. I tried everything, even spare capes around for such incidences,even those drapes would come off, exposing my body to people. I was embarrassed and I slowly withdrew from public sphere, I stopped interacting with people and became a recluse, I left my body desperately trying to cover myself with clothes.Now in this lifetime I am reliving the trauma and I am obsessively collecting clothes,trying to cover my body."
Swami asked "how do you feel  about clothes now?"

Sundari replied "I have learned that clothes, cannot bring you respect or shame, your body is not you.
Even my body is just a clothing for my soul, that I can shed when it grows old and get a new one".

Caravan of knowledge!

Steep climb accompanied by rockfalls and debris slides was making it difficult for Orgusan to complete his journey to the mountain top.It was a dusty and rocky precipitous climb on mount Kali-angaaroo in Africa.


His tribesmen believed that all pilgrimages begin and end with this journey to the cave of Mother Mathayay. Hunger and thirst was taking a toll on his energy reserves.He had a tall lean and muscular frame, draped in red robes and traditional  silver jewelery and tattoos all over his body.
He saw a mountain goat, captured it, had his meal in the night and carried the rest with him, in the afternoon, vultures started to hover over his head, looking for their share of the goat flesh.
Half of his energy was lost in warding them off , in the night after the last meal of the goat flesh he left the remains for the jackals and foxes.


He was assigned the task to collect the remainder of the secret texts from the cave before it falls into the wrong hands. They contained esoteric knowledge and magical chants.He found those chants painted on the walls,he would read them first, memorise and then scoop and erase them off the walls.
This took him an entire day, soon he was on his way back, he followed the regular course of the stars as indicated by the nightsky.However he was not aware that the magic chants that he touched and remembered were causing illusions before his eyes.

What he thought were stars were actually magical lights, spread across the desert, he was simply in his hurry not paying any attention to decipher them.As a result he lost his way and went deeper into the desert, mid-day sun  sapped away the last drop of his energy. Thinking about all the knowledge that would be lost he started writing those magical symbols and chants on the dunes.

Shifting sands leave no marks behind, those symbols were blown away by the wind, he lost consciousness and fell on the sand. Well, knowledge has its own way and will of propagating itself, a caravan going to the east spotted him and took him along, when he woke up, he was lying on a bed in a tent, an arabian slave girl was tending for him.

In his hazy state he was constantly murmuring those chants, causing all kinds of magical beings to appear and disappear before the caravan people. He summoned the ancient spirits of the desert.
The caravan thought of him to be some kind of spiritual master and took great care of him and he was recieved like a king in their city.

People flocked to his place, he would summon ancient bird spirits to spell out the fortunes of many who gathered to know about their destiny, Monkey spirits to fetch lost items, find lost loved ones, Elephants to conquer the opponents in battles and wars, Tigers to assert power over other, using his knowledge he collected enormous wealth and he forgot about his tribesmen who were anxiously waiting for him the retrieve the sacred knowledge of the past.

Orgusan's fame and fortune grew to enormous proportion, and news traveled through the winds to  his people. Worried they decided to protect what was sacred, they sent out a batch of trained warriors along with the old medicine man of their tribe to retrieve the information from him.

The native healer stood by the outskirts of the city and re assimilated all the knowledge floating in the air and tied it around his talisman, the warriors went to capture him and stop him from using it for his and others selfish purposes. He ordered his guards and slaves to not let anyone reach him, but those warriors were trained by powerful masters, they disguised themselves as a windstorm and captured him.

They tried persuading him to give up his selfish practice and greed when he refused they took away all his memories in a magical lamp and left him in his palatial tent.

His memories are still buried in the great deserts of Africa, every once in a while when the wind blows with great force some of those chants resonate with the wind, spreading and keeping the magic alive in nature, guarded by its own force and spreading at its own will.

Doing away with the habitat.

Abhilaksha was a very powerful demoness, she lived in slowness of the dark part of the universe, her movements were so slow and imperceptible that it attracted different beings from the entire universe to use her body as their dwelling place.
Because of her huge body that resembled mountains, plateaus, and valleys that humans and other beings lived their for a long time.Her hair were their forests, here eyes were the seas and lakes, her ears and nose worked as passages for them.
She in her slow indulgence tolerated them for many many years and their population grew in huge proportions, such that she was eventually completely infested by these beings.

She felt immense suffocation with these parasitic beings and she was desperate to get rid of all of them blocking her from feeling her slow ecstasy.
She in her restless pain went all out to get rid of these humans and other beings.But they had infested each and every particle of her body, desperate she walked into a ball of fire and burnt her hair, eyes and body to get rid of those infestations which were blocking her life energy.

As her flesh and muscles melted away in the burning flames, she felt partial relief yet she felt the burden of many sticking to her bones,she took her skeletal frame to be turned into ashes, she walked into another inferno, which evaporated her bones and along with it her infesting beings.

However there were many who were closest to her , that would stick to her being, which was no longer a physical body. she cried in pain and begged for mercy.
Those whom she loved dearly infested her soul and refused to let her be free.
She had no instrument or flame or inferno to burn away her soul. Helpless she cried for help.
Finally a being of light took mercy on her, and touched her forehead to make her aware that she is not even the soul.

That lesson was the toughest for her,It could only be learned through inner means.As soon as she became aware  that she is a non-being she shed whatever notional being that she believed herself to be, that made her suffer for her attachments till that moment.
She felt mercy for those souls who were left with the notional being but understanding with compassion helped her to know that these beings will in time shall also learn that they too are non-beings like herself.
And hence the bondage of being and non-beings were dropped freeing her to feel the flowing bliss that she was use to.

Rush hour.

We live in our daily grind,
If we are not food grains
then what is eating us?

In our lust we bind daily
If we cant stick together
then what is tying us?

In our forgetfulness we are making notes,
If we are not memos
then who is reading us?

We are rushing to win the race
If we are picking many trophies
then who is losing us?

In our thoughts we plan everyday
still accidents happen,
then who is insuring us?

We are saving by depriving ourselves,
If we are still not full
then what is taxing us?

We are living for our goals
if nothing but the goals are left
then who is living us?


Between today and tommorrow
we are living many moments
between these moments are silent gaps.
 Its upto us to live the moments or the gaps in between.

Life lived in moments is counted as time.
Life lived through gaps between these moments
 is counted as eternity.

Allah-Hoo!

तू अनंत, तू अभेद

तू आकार , तू निराकार 

तू रंग , तू रूप

तू रूप , तू वेश 

तू धूप, तू छाँव,
तू नगर-नगर, तू गाँव-गाँव

तू अपना, तू बेगाना

तेरा न कोई ठिकाना

तू समझ, तू नादान

तू लफ्ज़, तू अंदाज़

तू ही गीत , तू  ही साज़

प्यार भी तू, जुदाई भी तू,

हर वक़्त दिल में ठहरी 

एक तन्हाई भी तू

तू सुकून , तू जूनून,

तू इकरार, तू इंकार

फिर भी तू बस प्यार ही प्यार|

तू धरती , तू आकाश,

तू रुदन तू विलाप,

तू जुदाई, तू मिलाप 

तू आंसू , तू हंसी,

तू रुखसत, तू मिलन,

तू खेत , तू खलिहान,

तू मवेशी, तू इंसान,

तू पानी, तू आग,

तू काला, तू पाक-पाक

तू हक , तू चोरी,

तू हिम्मत , तू हार,

तू मात, तू ही चाल,

तू ही राह, तू ही पाथिक

तू दूर , तू पास 

तू सूरज, तू चाँद

तू प्रार्थना, तू प्रसाद

तू पत्थर, तू कंकर,

तू हास्य, तू विलाप,

तू दरख़्त , तू फूल

कहीं हवा तो कहीं समय की धूल|

तू पौधा , तू वन 

तू हरियाली, तू रेगिस्तान

तू रुष्ट , तू मेहरबान

तू निहाल, तू कुर्बान,

तू अमिट, तू निशान

तू लहर, तू समुन्दर,

तू दुःख, तू सुख में,

तू सुन्दर, तू कुरूप

तू हुस्न, तू इश्क

तू चिराग, तू आतिश

तू दरिया , तू लहर,

तू ढंग , तू बेढंग

तू हंसमुख , तू उदास,

तू शरीफ, तू बदमाश,

तू चोर, तू सिपाही

तू बादशाह , तू भिखारी,

तू एक , तू अनंत

तेरे कितने कितने रंग |

हर पल, हर दिशा,

हर जगह , सब जगह,

कण कण में बस तू ही तू|

बस तू इतना रहम कर

अपने इस तराने में मुझे भी साज़ बना ले

और तरन्नुम के साथ मुझे भी उठा ले|

मैं भी वो वक़्त का एक गीत बन जाऊं 

जिसे तुने गया ये समझ पाऊँ|

बस यही है मेरी दुआ और यही है मेरी आरज़ू ,

यही कल थी, यही आज है,

और यही कल होगी हू-बहू |

अल्लाह-हू, अल्लाह-हू

अल्लाह हू|

True Son of the soil.

Raja Veerbhadra was a good king but he was childless. He was sinking deeper into grief thinking who will inherit 'His Kingdom'.
An enlightened rishi passing through his kingdom took mercy on him and decided to help him out of his misery.

He took Veerbhadra's soul out of his body and took him to witness, his prime ministers making an alliance with the neighbouring king to overthrow him and control 'His Kingdom'.
His generals were taking bribes and selling pieces of 'His Kingdom' to foreign spies.
His own queen is donating her jewellery and possessions, getting ready for Vanashram.
Rishi explained he should not lose himself over a piece of the land. He said "what you call Your Kingdom is merely a piece of  land under your administration and not your kingdom".
Raja understood and bowed to him in gratitude. 
Rishi  blessed him and told him "if he tills his land and Mother Earth truely blesses him, then he can reconnect with the land that he loves so much".

Veerbhadra understood and started ploughing and sowing seeds in his fields and mother earth blessed him with abudance, wherever he worked on land, Earth blessed him endless bountiful produce.

His kingdom was overflowing with grains as he tilled the land every day, his kingdom grew rich, no one was hungry , poor or unfed in his territory.

So much was bursting out of the Earths womb,that he donated without measures to the neighbouring kingdoms, news spread far and wide.

One of the neighboring kingdom of Chandrikavansh was facing a severe drought for several years, king learning about Verrbhadras boon and requested him to come as a royal guest and till the land in his kingdom.
Veerbhadra happily went and performed the task, the drought was over and granaries were soon overflowing.

Elated and touched, king of Chandrika region asked Raja Veerhadra to take his youngest son Nakul with him and teach him how to reconnect with the Mother Earth. Raja's heart was truely touched , he took care of Nakul as his own son, While he tilled the land, Nakul sowed the seeds.

Over the years they both worked on the fields together and he taught him all the skills of a good administrator.When Raja Veerbhadra passed away content and peacefully in his sleep Nakul took over as the rightful king ' the true son of the soil.'

Home away from Home!

 Old Lewis was trying his best to cover himself under a pile of firewood, he was missing the comfort of a quilt and fireplace, the snow blizzard has isolated him in this forest cottage, he was trying his best to preserve his body temperature yet his consciousness was slipping away.

He prayed for warmth and more sun, where there is no snow or biting cold, soon he is the lost traveler in Sahara, Abu is without water, riding his camel cruising through the desert to find his bearings again. Sun is mercilessly hot,Abu is losing consciousness and he prays for shade, water and mercy.

He is Aliya now, a Bangladeshi girl working in her paddy field day in, day out. Endless hard work, then comes the lashing rains, Jamuna is swelling and innundating her home, she has lost her husband and son,she is drowning and looking for higher ground away from the river.

Soon she is Zao the monk in Fukuoka, Sakura season is at its peak, cherry blossom scent is intoxicating, he is walking by the mountainside, admire the beauty and perfection, overlooking the valley. Suddenly the earth shudders, massive earthquake unleashes a rockfall, he is trapped and under heavy rocks, his leg broken, he is losing consciousness and praying for something lighter covering his body.

Soon he is Lewis buried under a pile of wood praying for some warmth.

Nature loves all places equally, so she left some beauty in all places. The creator loved all places equally, so he left imprints and reminders of That Home, where temperature is never extreme, its more like a combination of autumn and spring, there are sounds of nature of waterfalls, squirrels, birds, grass swaying with the gently blowing breeze.Everything is silent and in harmony, it is green and beautiful, it has the soundless beauty of animals, birds, water, flowers, insects, fragrance of spring summer rain and winter together, the Garden of Eden.

When in doubt...

When life gives you lemons, its better to make lemonade, or else the sourness will keep on adding.

As someone wisely said
Life is like playing chess with God,
your moves are called choices
and God's moves are called challenges.

When in doubt
ask for help.

When you are falling apart, and damage is beyond repair, you are isolated and have no clue
you must understand that its time to shed the old and embrace the change as a blessing.

No situation, no person, nothing is ever going to remain the same
Change is the purpose, essence and meaning of life.
Choice remains yours whether you want to change
or your circumstances will compel you to change.

Time is the best healer and also the toughest teacher
If you fail to learn it will teach you the hard way
And then eventually will heal you.

Examine all sources of worry and pain
If you go deep enough, you will understand nothing outside you can cause it.

For all the problems external
there is a solution internal.

When in doubt
ask yourself
your inner wisdom
the answer will come
may be from someone unknown
someone random
some dream
some inspiration
do anything that gives you joy
soon you will bounce back
feeling blissful
just the way you should be.


The same set of circumstances can either make you blissful or miserable,
Depending on how you are choosing to deal with them.
They are two side of the same coin, you can decide what you want to experience form those circumstances.

Prisoner of will!

Sage Augastya was assigned the task to put the essence of divine knowledge as akashik records in space, which would be deciphered later as vedic knowledge by the human race.

He worked days and nights together, during the day there was enough light. At night he would go by the celestial river Brahmni, its water glowed with the reflection of moon. He filled his urn with that water, brought it home with him .It glowed and worked as a lantern for him throughout the night.

He was short pressed for time, and the moon was waning, to prepare for the dark phase of the moon he started collecting fireflies from a nearby creek.

He was occupied in the task of collecting the fireflies when he heard a playful giggle of a girl. She was made of bright silvery light that would glow and disappear on and off. Both fascinated and distracted from his task, he chased and captured her in his small urn by his special powers.

 Creek fairy begged to be released, saying she was only being playful and she meant no harm to him.
He kept her trapped for a fortnight and used her glowing light  till the bright phase of new moon appeared again.

Fairy felt resentment at being trapped for somebody's selfish reason. When the sage released her she cursed him to experience being tied down by another beings will to serve his selfish purpose.

The akashik records were completed, gods, sages and fairies and rishis dispersed and eventually took human forms to receive the records they had left to be deciphered by the humans, as themselves.

Several eons later they descended into denser reality, sage now living as ordinary mortal trying to recall his divine essence and reconcile with all beings and matter to be one again.

He as Prabuddha in kalyug felt immense pain from being withheld to accomplish his larger dream, because of another human beings will, who was doing this to fulfill his selfish purpose.He kept him tied down till a certain period of time, which would compensate for the time he kept the celestial fairy imprisoned against her will.

Realizing this, he stopped resenting the act and played along till the task was completed.
He learned that people are not evil or selfish because of their inherent nature, instead they are choosing to play certain roles to help him get rid of the karma/clutter that he has gathered through the ages by certain actions and choices that he made during his journey back home.

Vacation Home for Tired Souls.

Prince Versata was a warrior of the Aritrus race, on their planet beings did not have a form, their inner lights reflected their shapes into a formless form. He rode the Dragoequin which was half dragon and half horse.Versata had a blue, dazzling white and green light form.

They were a mighty race, his people were always on a hunt for the Redistars, they were the real trouble makers, aiming to destroy the race of Arthrus'.They had white and red bands of light and predominantly red inner light.
Two deadly redistar prisoners went missing, and Versata was trusted with the task of getting them back.
Prince took his magical sword, the only sword on their planet, that can overpower Redistar prisoners.

His chase ends in the assembly of the condemned, The White Oldman is presiding over the house, Prince requests identification of his prisoners. The prisoners were sitting in rows facing each other, Prince went ahead for a closer look, all the prisoners let out glass like shards of their light to hide themselves. He saw all colours of light but red, he knew the one in the third row to the right is one of his prisoners, sitting right opposite to him would be the other prisoner, his mirror image.

He knew one would reflect the light of the other, even though they are capable of hiding their own. Prince calmly went on to inspect the other side and stood facing the other prisoner, he reflected his partner's light though he himself was hidden, Prince Versata wielded his sword and it entrapped the prisoner back in the light-nets.

On his way back home it started to light-rain dissolving the light-nets and releasing the two formless prisoners. His father, the King was waiting with his two loyal generals for the prisoners execution at the podium, as millions of dark hooded spectators thumped their spears on the ground to call upon the Prince and his prisoners. By the time he reached there he knew the two crafty Redistar prisoners have dissolved into the two loyal generals, his sword was losing its power. Only his mother queen Emeraldia with green light or his sister Princess Shiloka with silver blue light was capable of restoring its power.

Shiloka rushed to the podium and held the sword till it glowed again, Prince had no choice but to slain the two loyal generals, but crafty Redistars leaped on to the Prince, combining their power and turning him into a powerful Redistar.

Now its Versata's turn to run for his life, it was an endless game of survivor's and slayers.
He rode his Dragoequin, and leaped out of his galaxy. Thrown off by the spinning force, he landed on some powdery cloudy grayish planet, as he stepped on it, the ground sank, and he fell.

It was a free fall for many light years.

When opened his eyes he found himself lying on a patch of grass, crickets and bees humming around, on a perfectly sunny day, honey golden  rays of sun falling on flowers of all colors and fragrance, a tiny stream of clear diamond like water flowing close by. He looked around in utter amazement, and thought to himself.

All those childhood stories about a vacation planet called Earth are really true. A place where beings go for a break from the rigour of endless fight for survival and extinction. Where the essence of a beings is about keeping himself from getting wiped out of existence by the hands of some equally might race of beings.

He smiled at the thought of learning blissfully lighter things like lessons of love, lust, greed, power, jealousy  etc. He smiled and felt grateful for being given the gift of Vacation from the endless and arduous existence of his planet Miranthos. Earth felt like a sweet nurturing gently blowing breeze on his face, he took a long filling, life giving breath and admired th beauty of physical existence.

What a place,what a vacation home, he thought and smiled again and again,till the memory of the other side faded from his physical consciousness.