Hi all,
You guys must have heard of “There is nothing as permanent as change.” Very true! Esp. in my life. The moment I feel I have settled down in a place, there rings a bell “SHIFT OUT”!! I agree, it’s very adventurous, different but believe you me, it isn’t all that great a feeling initially. It’s been over a decade since I have been away from home and yet I am to learn not to feel homesick;I guess I’l never learn!! This weekend I ,once again, have to go through all the silly, sick, tiring, nerve cracking business of shifting out to a new place of abode 😦 😦 Yukk!! Am I cribbing? Offcourse Yes! I know I should not be. At such times, the insane and horrendous memory of 28th March,1999 comes frantically running to mind when I ,a 10 year old, was left inside the Welham bounds… I do not know how many more times will I need to go through this exercise again in my life!! It’s not about packing and settling down, it’s about the entire emotional stress!! Whatever!!
No wonder, I am listening to Jagjit Singh and Rahat Fateh Ali Khan at the moment!!
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Hi all,
I just read the first chapter of “Aghora-Left hand of God” ,MA. The author describes his experiences in achieving Siddhi (Not kaya Siddhi, Not Maya Sidhhi), which he describes as having the Universal Mother Goddess, Smashan Tara to protect him all the time. He gives the credit of all his good deeds, talents, able doings to his Goddess Mother. He wants to convey to all his children (He doesn’t believe in having ‘disciples’;I will paraphrase that part of his teachings later) that one has to devote many lifetimes to attain that level of spiritualism.
Not disciples,but children: He emphasizes the point that to teach one has to keep learning all his life. To be a Guru,one who comes before God, treats his students as children. The guru is expected to forgive his students just like any parent would do. A parent has infinite capacity capability of forgiveness and to love; the same is expected of the Guru.
I liked this one-liner : “For those who believe in God, no proof of his existence is necessary and for those who don’t believe no proof is possible.”
Not everyone can be truly spiritual but one must clear up their personal lives: This leads to a progression of the soul of a person. From partial spirituality, one rises to a greater level. And after many lives, when a person has been taught fully about spiritualism, he or she can attain Siddhi.
He once again emphasizes the fact that it is SHE who does it all. His capability of curing others, talents, capabilities, confidence comes from her,the Goddess Smashan Tara, his MA!!
This is from WIKI on AGHORI:
The Aghori are a Hindu sect believed to have split off from the Kapalika order (which dates from 1000 AD) in the fourteenth century . Most other Hindus condemn them as non-Hindu because of their cannibalistic rituals. Aghoris or Aughads command extreme reverence from rural populations as they are supposed to possess powers to heal and relieve pain gained due to their intense practices.
Aghori ascetics, while being devotees of the Hindu God Shiva, are monists who adhere to the common Hindu belief in liberation (Moksha) from the cycle of reincarnation (samsara). This liberation is a realization of the self’s identity with the absolute.
In essence, Aghoris base their beliefs on two principles. First, that Lord Shiva is perfect. Second, that Shiva is responsible for everything; every rock, tree, animal, and even every thought. Due to this, everything that exists must be perfect, and to deny the perfection of anything would be to deny the Gods. Aghoris eat any form of food and toxicant, engage in a variety of sexual practices, ritually and otherwise and also allegedly meditate on dead bodies.
The Aghori ascetic is himself a symbol of the God Shiva. He goes naked or wears the shroud of a corpse, he covers himself in the ashes of the cremation ground. The corpse upon which he meditates is a symbol of his own body and the corpse devouring ritual is a symbol of the transcendence of his lower self and a realisation of the greater, all pervading self.
<This religious sect works in secrecy>
Samashan Tara means “Tara of the Cremation Grounds”,second of the Great Wisdom Godesses,tantric manisfestations of Parvati or Kali or Mahadevi.
PS. I should have read wiki earlier, would have understood that article better!!
Cheers!
I just finished reading a pdf document on the teachings of Abdul Baha (SERVANT OF GOD), son of Baha’O’Allah (GLORY OF GOD). I don’t understand too much philosophy, so if you are expecting to read anything substantial , DO NOT read further. I am merely going to summarize whatever my tiny mental faculties have gathered. It’s only for myself J
Well!
During the 19th century, a movement ,aimed at bringing unity into the world,took place in the East,Persia to be precise. The preachers or the great seers as the author calls them were 3: Bab, Baha’O’Allah and Abdul Baha in chronological order. The article mainly concentrates in revealing the courageous lives lived by them and their teachings.
Basis of this movement: Love for God, and thus love for mankind
Teachings of Abdul Baha (He was a disciple of his father)
1. Unity of religions: He asks people not to differentiate among the religions, they are all one. Worship is not about praying on the altar but developing ‘an attitude towards divinity which is reflected in one’s life’.
2. Ceasing wars: “Most great peace” as he calls it will come when the entire mankind will live as brothers and all the nations would be happy. The prejudices people have against race,caste,creed should be eradicated.
3. Love for mankind: He asks people not to love their country but their own kind. The gigantic temples that stand in every nation must not only satisfy people’s spiritual needs but also material needs. The gates of every temple should be open to all and from these temples love for mankind should flourish. Hospitals, temples,orphanages,universities should be build around the temple so that each man can be equal.
4. Will power and freedom: There is no prison beside ‘SELF’. One can overcome the limitations of consciousness by making a door of will. Its all in the mind. One has to believe in ‘radiant acquiescence’ [DID NOT UNDERSTAND THIS PART ] to be released from the prison of ‘self’. Once that is achieved, even death can not imprison one.
I guess these were the 5 main points. One is left dumbstruck by reading about the kind of life he’d been through in the prison of Acca, and yet Abdul Baha called his ‘prison freedom, troubles rest and death life’!!!
Ever since I read this poem in class 6, it has been my favourite. Not that I read many but still 🙂
RUDYARD KIPLING– IF
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run –
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man my son
Cheers,
Sinner.
Hiiiii guys,
Ahh…My first post on the 4th Blog in the past 3 years 🙂 Not bad.. I wonder for how long this one is going to last! Already apprehensive. Last 3 times, I created a blog, wrote stuff there but when a few months passed by and I landed up reading my ex-posts I felt discontented and deleted them…With just one click everything I had written vanished and apparated.
So…Blogging!! We usually synonymize this word with writing, writing and writing.. I dont wish to write anything as of now but just wanna share this recent sketch of mine 🙂 You guys try n tell me what comes to your mind when you see this!!
Cheers,
Sinner.
Later Edit: I just realized that the theme I’hv chosen is beautiful. Its my sincere request to all TGites, DO NOT steal it 🙂 lest you should desire to be slaughtered 😛
I hv decided to step out of my safe n cosy cucoon…its time to face the big bad world…its time to face the challenges…its time to equip urself wid the best of the knowledge u can…its time to work hard so dat I can belong to the elitest grp in the country..the way to reach thr is thru sheer determination n hard work…thr is no facile way to get the BEST…or rathr to get into the IIM…I hv to give up my bad habits..get disciplined abt life…it shud be a pleasant jurney altogether…results don matter whr 100% hard wrk is dr…I wil not leave any stone unturned..That is the pledge I make…
I wil get rid of all the addictions i hv falln into..hvta abstain from sleeping at odd times n for long hrs..hvta stay in the pink of my healths…that is wat I pledge today…
Started preparing for my CAT already, havta buck up now..The bells have rung n i hvta build my confidence which has stooped to its lowest in the past…
no retrospects now..just wrk harder n harder n harder…
Wil kp writing here..it wil be a nice vocab building exercise n I wil stay determind…..
God Bless me!!
“DON’T LET SOMEONE BECOME A PRIORITY IN YOUR LIFE…
WHEN YOU ARE JUST AN OPTION FOR THEM…..”
NEVER CRY FOR ANY RELATION IN LIFE
BECAUSE FOR THE ONE WHOM YOU CRY
DOES NOT DESERVE YOUR TEARS
AND THE ONE WHO DESERVES
WILL NEVER LET YOU CRY……… …….. “
Hey,
A beautiful poem..
Thought i’d share it wid u!!
The Race
Whenever I start to hang my head in front of failure’s face, my downward fall is broken by the memory of a race. A children’s race, young boys, young men; how I remember well, excitement sure, but also fear, it wasn’t hard to tell. They all lined up so full of hope, each thought to win that race or tie for first, or if not that, at least take second place. Their parents watched from off the side, each cheering for their son, and each boy hoped to show his folks that he would be the one. The whistle blew and off they flew, like chariots of fire, to win, to be the hero there, was each young boy’s desire. One boy in particular, whose dad was in the crowd, was running in the lead and thought “My dad will be so proud.” But as he speeded down the field and crossed a shallow dip, the little boy who thought he’d win, lost his step and slipped. Trying hard to catch himself, his arms flew everyplace, and midst the laughter of the crowd he fell flat on his face. As he fell, his hope fell too; he couldn’t win it now. Humiliated, he just wished to disappear somehow. But as he fell his dad stood up and showed his anxious face, which to the boy so clearly said, “Get up and win that race!” He quickly rose, no damage done, behind a bit that’s all, and ran with all his mind and might to make up for his fall. So anxious to restore himself, to catch up and to win, his mind went faster than his legs. He slipped and fell again. He wished that he had quit before with only one disgrace. “I’m hopeless as a runner now, I shouldn’t try to race.” But through the laughing crowd he searched and found his father’s face with a steady look that said again, “Get up and win that race!” So he jumped up to try again, ten yards behind the last. “If I’m to gain those yards,” he thought, “I’ve got to run real fast!” Exceeding everything he had, he regained eight, then ten… but trying hard to catch the lead, he slipped and fell again. Defeat! He lay there silently. A tear dropped from his eye. “There’s no sense running anymore! Three strikes I’m out! Why try? I’ve lost, so what’s the use?” he thought. “I’ll live with my disgrace.” But then he thought about his dad, who soon he’d have to face. “Get up,” an echo sounded low, “you haven’t lost at all, for all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall. Get up!” the echo urged him on, “Get up and take your place! You were not meant for failure here! Get up and win that race!” So, up he rose to run once more, refusing to forfeit, and he resolved that win or lose, at least he wouldn’t quit. So far behind the others now, the most he’d ever been, still he gave it all he had and ran like he could win. Three times he’d fallen stumbling, three times he rose again. Too far behind to hope to win, he still ran to the end. They cheered another boy who crossed the line and won first place, head high and proud and happy — no falling, no disgrace. But, when the fallen youngster crossed the line, in last place, the crowd gave him a greater cheer for finishing the race. And even though he came in last with head bowed low, unproud, you would have thought he’d won the race, to listen to the crowd. And to his dad he sadly said, “I didn’t do so well.” “To me, you won,” his father said. “You rose each time you fell.” And now when things seem dark and bleak and difficult to face, the memory of that little boy helps me in my own race. For all of life is like that race, with ups and downs and all. And all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall. And when depression and despair shout loudly in my face, another voice within me says, “Get up and win that race!”
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