Good Deeds Comes Good, Evil Comes Evil

Good deeds surely reflect one’s good character as they show how smart and humble one is in their personality. As many people believe that they need to do some sort of very different or extraordinary things to impress others, it is totally wrong. You just need to have some originality, politeness and adequate manners, for that purpose, if we are helpful then people will naturally understand our beautiful character. Many would think why good deed has been included here, the reason is that your attitude towards others and your kind ways too reflect your personality and character.

This World is a double edged knife
And we have only one life
Enjoy it, Live it well
In good company do dwell
Always do good deeds
Sow in yourself character’s seeds
Cultivate mind with manure of thought
For ages, the experiences brought
Feed your life with good deeds
So that there is no place for weeds
To harm, that oft leads
The decay of character’s seeds
The one who wants to succeed
He must always heed
And must seek
The good qualities
And not the quantities
A wise man can only pleads
Then decide what to do
And what not to do

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Awakening To a New Dawn

Awakening to a New Dawn

We wake up everyday, start the same day, same chores, our mood swings between the same poles of likes and dislikes, between highs and lows, but how many of us awake to a new dawn, dawn of awareness that beyond the veil of relativity, is the ever illumined sun of Inner Glory, the presence and the present Moment of just silence and peace in the midst of all dynamism at the periphery. Life is uplifted with fun fill moments and sorrows. Over the time I have realized  that we have made our life so symmetrically  compressed  like we don’t see the sorrows of others.  For example, a husband promises his wife to take her for dinner on their wedding anniversary. The wife initiates the dinner invitation and the husband says ‘Yes’ in spite of his conflicting task on the same date. He says ‘Yes’ to please his wife as he really loves her and wants to keep her happy. At the same time, at his workplace, his boss has already scheduled him to an important meeting. He is caught up between work and family. He is unable to speak up and say ‘No’ to either side. You can imagine what would be the end result of the story. He obviously makes his wife wait at the restaurant by telling her that he is on his way while he is still in the meeting and there begins the conflict. So Ironically we create a paradox , by  giving  assurance for tomorrow. Even though nothing is  assured  we go on making presumptions we tend to find ways  to insure  ourselves against  our work and personal life. Rather then making our life compressed  with worries and sorrows , enjoy those present moments  and never let it go in their heads eats away.

The past is the past reason …That where it is supposed to stay

Don’t get wrapped in the negative…Be happy with what you have been given

Live  for today  not for tomorrow, Enjoy  the moments  and start living..

 

The Secret of Happiness

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Worrying has become second nature to humans today. Whenever things do not go the way we want or expect, we start worrying about the consequences. Worry is preceded by fear of untoward happenings. It can be explained by an a simple situation which many of you have gone through.

Suppose you has to go to another town by train for important work. While on the way to the railway station, the taxi gets stuck in a traffic jam. As the clock ticks away, you starts fearing that one will miss the train. Then you  starts worrying about the financial loss and problems that will result if one misses the train and that important work is not done.

You may even get irritated, angry or frustrated, and start cursing the taxi driver for getting one into the jam, or the traffic police for not clearing it up. All this while, your heart beats faster and one starts sweating in anxiety.

But what does all this you achieve? Does worrying get you any faster out of a traffic jam, or help us catch a train? If you are  in a difficult situation and you  can do something about it, it is better to act than worry. But there are situations in life where you  cannot do anything. If one learns to calmly accept such situations, one would be saved lot of mental agony and waste of time and energy. Accepting situations in life calmly is not resignation. It requires knowledge of the real nature of this world and all that is happening in it.

This world is like a vast stage upon which all of us are actors playing our various parts. Each actor has a distinct role, which is fixed. If we learn to look at this world and our and others’ actions as a spectator watches a drama, we would not be affected so much by events in the world and in our lives. Being detached helps us enjoy all that is happening around us without getting involved emotionally.

It also saves us from fear, worry and sorrow if we keep in mind the law of karma. All that is happening with every soul in this world is the result of its past actions, whether of this birth or previous births. The law of karma is accurate and inviolable. If we remember this, we will be spared brooding over or getting agitated about what we consider misfortune or injustice both of which, we will realize, are the results of our own actions.

The biggest cause of worry is the fear of untimely death. We are afraid to die and fear the consequences of our death on our near and dear ones. The fear of death is the product of our ignorance about our true self. We are all souls who are playing our part in the drama of this world in our present body. The body is like a costume that the soul discards upon death to don a new costume, i.e. take birth in a new body.

It is the soul that brings life into a body and takes it away upon death. The soul never dies, it only plays different roles in different costumes, or bodies, in this world. As for worrying about what will happen to one’s spouse or children in the event of one’s death, one again need only remember the law of karma. We are deluding ourselves if we think that we are doing something for others or that others cannot do without us.

Every soul brings with it its own fortune based on the actions it has performed in its previous births. Whether we live or die is not going to make any difference to the fortune of any other soul because fortune is the product of each soul’s past actions, and it cannot be made or unmade by others.

Musafir

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Bari Dupari, Bari  Zholi  Thakee  Hhare  Aaya  Ek  Musafir…

Lekar  Ek  Paigam, Maine Pucha  Janaab  Aap Hai  Kaun..

Bole  Aaya Hu  Badi  Dur  Sai  Pyara  Tofha  Lekhar….

Dekha  Tu  Thaa  Ek  Toofha  Yaad  Dilata  Mohbaat  Ki  Aasqishi  Kaa..

Naa  Koi  Shabbad  Thaee  Baya  Karne…

Phir   Bhi  Thaa  Ek  Sandesha  Un  Pyaar  Bhari   Batao  Kaa..

Dekhte  Niharate   Usse   Nahi   Palkhti   Meri  Palkhe…

Manno   Bheja   Ho  Kisine   Apne  Dil  Kaa  Ifthar   Lafzo  Mai  Baya  Karne..

Dekhte   Dekhte   Dhal  Gaya  Din  Aur  Ho Gayi  Shaam …

Bola  Accha  Mai  Aab Chalta  Hu..

Tofha  Bahar Rakhar  Jaldi  Sai  Nilkal  Gaya…

Maine Kaha Ruko Ruko  Yeh  Bheja  Kisne Haii…

Tu Bola Hai Kisi  Khaas Ki  Lamho  Kaa  Tofha Haiii..

Maine Khol  Dekha  Toh  Paya

Ek  Ajeez   Tukda  Yaad  Dilahat  Bithae  Huae  Pal  Kaa…

Poverty, the Curse for Urban India

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Poverty is the biggest curse. We, in our much privileged lives do not realize this heart-wrenching fact as it’s not everyday that we come face to face with it. The claws go deep and when poverty strikes, the ripples do not leave anyone around untouched.

I want to share a incident which one of my friend  told me through his own experience. The story of  a working peon in an office. He was a sweet, well natured and extremely polite man, probably in his sixties. Everyday, as I walked into my office, he would say a “Namaste madam” with his four fingers touching his forehead. It was awkward for me, a man his age saluting me as if I was coming straight from the Indo-Pak border. I would politely say “Namaste Bhaiyaji” and take my seat, as he would bring me a glass of water. Over the time, we got used to the routine, and the salute was always accompanied with a smile. Small chitchats became a norm, as he would keep the glass of water on my table. He would talk to me with great nostalgia about his family, which stayed in a different town because he could not afford to live with them here in a metro. Cities were expensive after all. I kept wondering why he needed to work at this age in the first place. The answer would be uncomfortable to hear, so I never really asked him the question.

I was not in the office, when I got a call from one of my colleagues telling me that Bhaiyaji’s father had passed away and that he was weeping inconsolably.
The worst part of the tragedy was that he did not even have enough money to buy a ticket so that he could bid adieu to his father for the last time. Everyone in the office decided to pool in whatever they could to help the poor man. It was a nice gesture but what of the loss? What about the curse?

The images would not leave me- a poor old man, tattered slippers, no money, dead father. I decided I needed to see him. I wasn’t sure what or how much help I could offer or what kind words of mine would be good enough for him, but I just knew I had to see him before he left. I called one of my office friends and she thought the same thing. Just as we were about to enter the parking lot of the office, I thought I saw him. There was a small old man, slightly bent with age, holding a grey cloth bag, wearing a grey check shirt and walking slowly towards the exit gate. It was the same shirt he wore to work almost everyday. I honked as hard as I could and the guard came running to the gate. I yelled asking him to stop Bhaiyaji first and the guard ran back in the other direction. We started walking towards him and I was trying hard to gauge his expressions. There weren’t any.

He was right in front of me now and I had called him back right when he was leaving for his father’s funeral. What would I say to him? What would be good enough? I feebly attempted to offer some words of condolence, but it looked vain. We offered him some monetary help and told him he could call us whenever he needed to. He bowed his head in gratitude and left quietly. My gaze followed him as he sauntered unhurriedly towards the exit gate. My eyes fell again on his tattered slippers. The curse.

After hearing the whole  story  I thought ,It was the curse of poverty. We keep saying that money can’t buy happiness, that it’s not in its very nature to generate joy, but isn’t the lack of money the root cause of all the evil, the biggest of those evils being poverty? We have never heard a really poor man saying that line, have we? Probably, it is indeed a form of pious snobbery to think money can’t buy happiness. All the spiritual banter about money doing horrid things to people and not being able to buy happiness etc-etc, might be intellectually satisfying, but it doesn’t bring respite to a hungry man.

I had a lot of questions today, to God, to society, to myself? How did we end up being so massively imbalanced in terms of what we have? How unfair is this charade, where one man’s weekend movie and dinner is another man’s monthly income? I did not have any answers and it made me feel so helpless, as I haven’t felt in ages. In a country like ours, seeing images of poverty is not exactly a big deal. A maimed child, a blind man, a pregnant teenager, all  at my car window at a traffic signal is an ordinary everyday phenomenon. It sounds  pathetic, as I read my last line but come to think of it, how many times do we think about it, let alone do something about it? I want solutions, we all do, and the best we can do is do our own bit. Charity can never be the answer. Something more dynamic will be required to change the equations. Perhaps we need something where each one of us is involved, fighting the odds and getting rid of this curse gradually and eventually. Maybe, someday I will find an answer, or someone will find an answer. We will have to keep looking for it though.

A Strength that Holds Us

The  Beauty of  a Women  come out  and  play   reveal  her  inner  treasures,

The  Sparkle in  her  eyes and  the  Natural  swing  in  her  walk..

their  radiant  excitement  and  enthusiasm…

Surrounding by pains and  griefs  and  fear,

She has  the  stamina , beauty  and  courage that  one   would  admire.

She  understands  what  it  means  to  live and  let live,

How  to  much ask  for  herself  and  how  much to  give….

She  has  the  strong  yet  generous  heart  and  the  inner  beauty   sets  her  apart.

Her  senses  are  heightened  to  see  the  things  so  clearly,

And  the  future  beckoning   her  to  live  the  dreams  she  holds  so  dearly.

She feels the softness of her hands,

and muses at the strength that they possess. 

Her needs and desires she has learned to express.

She has tasted the bitter and savored the sweet fruits of life,

overcome adversity and pushed past heartache and strife.

She  goes  a  extra mile  to  help  someone  in  need,

And  throughout  all  of  her  hard work

No one  sees  her  fall  apart

That’s  Life  of  a  Women  filled  with  joy  and  hardships.

The  lights  that  guides  all  around  us  .