none before never again

19 th Oct, 2009 ........ Life has jumped a few more chapters ever since. I am now a ........... is a very insightful experience. Along with having received a very sensitive and wonderful way to bless people with my master’s continued grace, is making something inside become more softer, calmer and deeper. .......... see how everything begins to flow into its preset slot…… Grace continues to drive my life ..............., a la de vista dance of unseen manifesting divinity! Music so profound, soulful, ....... silently loud, a ship anchored middle of nowhere, ,............steadfast, moving.......towards horizon. Will the journey ever be complete? ........... the freshness, the curiosity of what next could get carved into realm of time, with which chisel, what color, what texture, hue… is but in an unknown hand,..............I have been here so many times, yet it all is so refreshing and new……!!! From IT to real IT, is what I explain to my respected government clients.......

sweet nothings were not said, infact nothing was even whispered life moved from deep silence into deeper silence walking on the ashram grasses a moment came silently time to move back home into the world so different now here and now in this very split second of distant shore i miss it all, the winds, the rain, the seva chore i miss HIM, i miss u all, the eternal experience shared endless wisdom bared, bhajans, music, sutras established and polished, life moves on yet something stares a longing so vast, like a spell someone cast with closed eyes i visualise thee, the present, the future, the past... so much said yet so much left a windy gush of fragrant air, come take me there, take me there...

chalo chalo lets do the MARCH niklo gharse karne ko re-charge guru ke sang jagayen duniya ko hum sab vote karenge aao khayen/khilayen kasam doosra patakha Guru ne hai choda kuch terrorism, corruption pe thoda tum bhi utth lo ho jao sang hum to rangen bas unhi ke rang ek nahin, log sau hazaar chalenge democracy ke naye dwaar khulenge apni apni dhun main gaao sab ko voting ka raag sunaao chalta hai bas nahin chalega sabko vote karna padega aaj abhi main mauj manao apne saath auron ko laao sone ki chidiyon ka ho dera sapno ka phir saakar basera ik ik kar kaarvan badhaao tum bhi aao unko bhi laao jo hum sabke hain itne pyaare sabko unki aawaaz pukare dhyaan lagaao, abhyaas badhaao khud jago auron ko jagaao hone ko hai naya sawera jo tera kuch nahin hai mera delhi hilaaoo, NCR ghumaao, chahe sare jagko le aao nayi daud mein bhaago bhagaao is politics se ticks choodaao jo roothein unhein haath pakad kar saath le aaoo bas saath le aaooo

when you cross over to the other side of the bridge you realise the change in perspective has occurred. a mountain turns back into the original mole hill once you have climbed over and gone past it. actual dimensions of the mountain seem to suddenly shrink from the perceived insurmountable height to something easily achievable. isn't it much true of all problems that become larger than life when times are not going too well? once we face them head on, with faith in the heart and brave through the so called tough patch keeping our chin up and head straight, looking surely into future while feet firmly grounded on the present. we take one step forward with commitment to overcome our own limitations, iron out any kinks and decide to re-write our own destiny, letting the grace of master do its magic, without even once doubting its ability to make us rise and shine to our own created situation and deal effectively with it, making us much stronger and mature in the process. when it dawns...

Divine has a plan. Always there is a plan working in the background. A big picture not very difficult to visualise for a silent saint. It is creating a kind of deep untouched passionate yearning somewhere inside I cannot reach. Somewhere I wish I could forever be. Somewhere far off in the darkest layer of a thick forest. I wish to fly there and be. In the noisy de-stabilising churning movement of the race one finds oneself sucked in every now and then, where is the space to stand back and stare blankly at the crowds, gaze at stars or enjoy the flow of a river from its bank. Somewhere at the end of the road, somewhere beyond the horizon, beyond the milky way, perhaps leading towards end of universe.... . or beyond! Looking at whats going around, taking part in the flow of events, being the drop in the waterfall that follows the others with the fall to make it right into the splashy puddle of water body surrounded by rocks below, splurging, rising, simmering with a glitter of sun peircin...

chalo chalo lets do the dhamaal niklo gharse karne ko kamaal siddarth ke sang dein duniya ko rang bramh naad ki udayein milkar patang ek patakha Guru ne choda kuch mittha kuch khattha thoda tum bhi chakhlo ho jao sang hum to rangen ab unke ke hi rang ek nahin, SITAR hazaar bajenge satyug ke kayin dwaar khulenge apni apni dhun main gaaoo sab ko bramh ka naad sunaaoo chalta hai ab nahin chalega sabko shaamil hona padega aaj abhi main mauj manao apne saath auron ko laaoo jo hum sabke hain itne pyaare sabko unke dikhlaaoo nazaare ik ik kar kaarvan badhaaoo tum bhi aao unko bhi laaoo sone ki chidiyon ka dera sapno ka ho saakar basera dhyaan lagaao, abhyaas badhaaoo khud jago auron ko jagaoo hone ko hai naya sawera jo tera kuch nahin hai mera delhi hilaaoo, NCR ghumaaoo, chahe sare jagko batlaaoo nayi daud mein bhaago bhagaaoo is dharti ko swarg banaaoo jo chhootein unhein haath pakad kar saath le aaoo bas saath le aaooo abhi hanskar WOH hmmmm kahenge lo chodo phir saans bharenge kann k...