Monday, 9 October 2017

In defense of selfishness

Its a topic i have been contemplating in the last few days and have had the following thoughts

- If we can't respect the Divinity within us , in our Self , how can we learn to do it for others

- Do not be your harshest critic - there are many others ready for the job

- Never feel guilty of being selfish if it enshrines a right  you willingly accord to others

-  your friends want to help you iron out your wrinkles , why not gracefully and graciously give them the satisfaction of doing so

- Last but not least remember what they say on the airline " Put on your own Oxygen Mask first and then try to help others "

#charitybeginsathome

In your case , your Karma is visiting you - now pay ! 

In my case - I am a victim of circumstances -sympathise 

In your case sympathy will only be a crutch - rise and be strong 

In my case - it's everyone's ethical duty to support 

You and Me - two sides of a coin stamped differentlyIn your case , your Karma is visiting you - now pay 

In my case - I am a victim of circumstances -sympathise 

In your case sympathy will only be a crutch - rise and be strong 

In my case - it's everyone's ethical duty to support 

You and Me - two sides of a coin stamped differently

Friday, 6 October 2017

The Soul's Day Off

Am the Soul who lives
In that house of glass
Known to the world
As Mr Vikaas 
I had to take off
To get some rest
The Mind living there
Can Test the Best 
We Souls are not made
To live in suppression
We are free spirited
Can’t withstand repression
So, I have walked out
For some fresh air and thought
Leaving Mind and Body to
Manage as they aught 
When I took residence
A Contract I signed
The upkeep of the building
I was assigned 
So, while leaving today
Had to ensure
Ventilation was continuous
Blood Circulation was sure 
Why did I get frustrated?
Good question to ask 
It’s the tussle with the Mind 
Which creates a tough Task 
The Heart is an ally
The well spring of emotion
But the mind brings in factors
Of idea and notion 
Mind is the processor
Inputs responses and actions
His distorted interpretation
Sometimes causes commotion 
The Mind is constantly
Creating pressure by thoughts
While the emotions I create
Are suppressed to nought 
The House is equipped
With glands and nerves
To keep the balance
On Flats and Curves
Sitting in the cusp
Called the Solar Plexus
I keep trying with Heart to
Control the Body/mind nexus 
There are windows from where
Our light shines on the scene
Mind with a jaundiced eye
Sees dirt marks on the clean
There are times when Heart prevails
Despite mine and Minds precautions
If Heart is right and Vikaas glows
We celebrate in Unison 
Having now thought it out
I will return to my domain
To counsel Heart and Mind
From argument to refrain 
What we want is common
The well being of the house  
This can only come and stay 
When hell we do not rouse  
I am the Overlord
I am the Soul
And stay here I will
Till I am called Home 
There I look forward to re-uniting
With Soul Mates lost for long
And we will make merry
Singing the Celestial Song 
Vikaas Nafde Kathmandu 5th March 2016

Wednesday, 4 October 2017

That Tiny Spark that ignites !

During the course of the years I have travelled a lot by road in India and  in the West African Bush at a time when facilities were meagre in the  '80s and  90's. It was the period  before mobile telephony and location aids .
The travel was on motorcycle , car , pick up vans , the back of a truck and sometimes on foot.
On several occasions it happened that I was stranded  in the middle of the night on a dark stretch of what seemed to be nowhere ! Only the sounds of the night and the stillness of the Dark were companions and sometimes the moon and stars if the weather was such and it was the time of the month when they were on duty .
It is incredible how intense ones hearing and sight becomes in such circumstances .
Then suddenly a pin prick of light appears on the horizon .
Your hope rises that you may possibly get some help . That tiny dot seems to get bigger and you start praying that it's not an illusion .
As it grows bigger your hope for possible help increases and the joyous relief  you  experience is unbounded as it moves closer with its own accompanying sounds of motor and men .
The joy cannot be described !
Cut to present -

Sometimes in life also there are events that cause such unbridled joy !

The event could be a meeting , a remark , a message , a chat , a pat on the back .......
something that acts as a source of light in an otherwise dark and silent world !
This tiny spark , this sudden promise of light , can ignite people to work better and fire up their passion to perform great deeds and encourage them to become heroes and heroines .

Monday, 2 October 2017

10 Very Short stories to practice empathy

Sometimes these little things tug at your  heart strings !
It's dangerous to try and identify with the characters  and their situation - it can blast you away ..............

But these may  not be just  stories and actually accounts from real lives !
My  friend shared these  10  short stories with deep meanings..*

_Profound and some heart rending

1) She was very excited
     today, after all the
     school was re-opening
     after a long summer
     break. Now, once
     again, she could start
     selling stationery at
     the traffic signal to
     feed her family.

2) She, a renowned artist
     and a strict mother,
     often scolded her 6-
     year-old son for he
     could never draw a
     line straight. As he
     breathed slowly into   
     the ventilator, she
     begged him to make
     one more crooked line
     on the ECG.

3) "Everyone goes with
      the flow… but the one 
     who goes against it
     becomes someone
     remarkable.” Before I
     could explain this to
     the traffic police, the
     man issued me a fine.

4) Their love was
     different. She was
     happy every time he
     kicked her in the
     stomach. Every time
     he kicked she loved
     him more. She waited
     for the time she would
     hold her baby for the
     first time.

5) All my toys are yours..!
     Read her brother’s   
     death note.

6) They took his father,
     and only returned a
     flag.

7) At 25, I became a
     mother of one; at 27 I
     became a mother of
     two; and today, at 55, I
     have become a
     mother of three!  My
     son got married today,
     and brought home his
     wife!

8) “Born to rich parents,
      this boy is so lucky,”
      exclaimed the
      neighbors!
      Somewhere in
      heaven, three unborn
      sisters cried.

9) “You ruined my career,
      I was supposed to be
      an Executive Director,”
      she thought to
      herself.  The little
      angel held her finger
      tightly and she forgot
      everything; A mother
      was born.

10) Once a 5-year-old boy
       was standing
       barefoot in the
       shallow water of the
       ocean. He was
       repeating the same
       sentence to the
       waves – “Even if you
       touch my feet a
       thousand times, I
       won’t forgive you for
       taking my parents   
       away.

_Breath taking! Aren't they?

Tuesday, 12 September 2017

Choice Power


My contention is
Man is a CHOICE driven Animal !
Our delusion and illusion is that we are driven by Hunger ,Ambition ,Love , Hate, Lust and the hundreds of other names we can coin but fundamentally , in the final analysis , the path and it's outcome  is dependent on  a choice we made freely ( there can be coercion - but we have the Choice to Resist or Succumb )
We Chose not to stay connected with certain people
We Chose to connect with some
We Chose Our government
We Chose  to be efficient or inefficient
We Chose to believe in God or follow Atheism
and there is nothing wrong in this !
At every moment we are given this liberty to exercise our Will and the more informed the Self is the better would prove the outcome of our Choice
We are not restricted or censored by Universal  Law !  That's the beauty of Human Existence
I subscribe to the belief that even the content of our drama of this lifetime is a CHOICE we made , or the Soul did , in the vested interest of undergoing certain experiences considered useful
It's just that we have forgotten this fact and rail against circumstances and blame others , luck , and everything else in sight !
George BernardShaw said somewhere :
" Whenever there is a conflict between self interest and public good the former always takes precedence over the latter "
I agree .We all make Choices according to the above and there is nothing wrong in that . There is no need to feel guilty or mask it !
What I think is wrong is trying to garb natural  self interest, as something else .That in my book is dishonesty.

Sunday, 10 September 2017

Salute to Women Folk : Untold story of a Braveheart

Truly history is the account of deeds and situations noticed and often recorded and  reported with the slant given by vested interests . Here is a story that makes us feel proud of our women folk ( if at all such a thing is still needed ! )

Reproduced as received . Must read

DID WE TEACH OUR CHILDREN ABOUT THIS WARRIOR? WHY WE DIDNT TEACH ? TO APPEASE CHRISTIANS AND SIDELINE INDIANS. SEE HOW SECULARS DESTROYED OUR HERITAGE
_Did you Know...._🤔👇🏼⚓

_Frankly, though I have heard of the name, and her achievements, in part, having been associated, in 1991with the Commissioning of CGS Akkadevi..but there is so much more to it..Read on.._⚓

```The year was 1555. India was being clawed and chomped upon by the deceitful colonial cheapskates - on east were the inglorious British while our western flank was violated primarily by the Portuguese.

The Portuguese Colonial power was at its peak in the 1500’s. They destroyed the mighty Zamorins of Calicut. Defeated the Sultan of Bijapur. Took away Daman from the Sultan of Gujarat, Established a colony in Mylapore, Captured Bombay and made Goa as their headquarters. And while they were at it, pretty much unchallenged, they even ruined the ancient Kapaleeswarar Temple to build a Church over it.
Their next target, the super profitable port of Mangalore.
Their only bad luck, just 14 kilometers south of Mangalore was the small settlement of Ullal - ruled then by a feisty 30 year old woman - Abbakka Chowta.

Initially, they took her lightly and sent a few boats and soldiers to capture and bring her back to Goa - Those boats never came back.
Shocked and enraged, they sent a huge fleet of ships this time, under the command of much celebrated Admiral Dom Álvaro da Silveira - The admiral soon returned, badly injured and empty handed.
Thereafter, another Portuguese fleet was sent - only a few injured from the crew managed to make it back.
Then the Portuguese went on to capture the Mangalore port and the fort anyways, perhaps planning to tackle Mrs. Chowta from the convenient distance of the Mangalore fort.
After the successful capture of Mangalore, a huge army under João Peixoto, an experienced Portuguese General was sent to Ullal.
The brief was simple: Subjugate Ullal and capture Abbakka Chowta.
The plan was foolproof- there was no way a 30 year old with a few men could withstand the might of an army of thousands with advanced weapons.
The Portuguese reached Ullal and found it deserted. Abbakka was nowhere in sight. They roamed around, relaxed and thanked their stars - Just when they were about to call it a victory - Mrs Chowta attacked with 200 of her chosen men - there was chaos all around and many portuguese lost their lives even without a fight - General João Peixoto was assassinated, 70 portuguese were captured and the rest just ran away.
So if you’re Abbakka Chowta, who’s just defeated a large army of aggressors, killed a general, captured fighters and defended her city - What will you do? - Rest and enjoy the moment right? - Right? - No!
Rani Abbakka Chowta, rode with her men towards Mangalore that same night, and laid a siege of the Mangalore fort - She not just broke inside the fort successfully - but assassinated Admiral Mascarenhas the Chief of the Portuguese power there and forced the remaining Portuguese to vacate the fort.
She didn’t just stop at this but went on to even capture the Portuguese settlement at Kundapura, a full 100 kms, north of Mangalore - Just to make a point.
The Portuguese finally managed to get back at Abbakka Chowta by convincing her estranged husband, to betray for money. She was arrested and put in the prison where she revolted again and was killed while trying to escape.
Abbakka Chowta was a Jain who fought against the Portuguese with an army comprising of both Hindus and Muslims, a full 300 years before the First War of Indian Independence in 1857.
What did we Indians do to her, as a mark of our respect and gratitude? - We just forgot her.
We didn’t name our girls after her. We didn’t even teach her stories to our kids. Yes we did release a Postal Stamp in her name, named a boat after her and erected 2 statues - yes just 2 statues in the whole of India for someone who should be our national hero.
We might have got to read a chapter about her in our text books, had she been a European or an American.
We Indians are still busy, arguing, if it was actually one of her daughters who fought the battles instead of her. Many talk about her being the last Indian to have the power of the agni-ban. In all this cacophony, our generation has lost a great hero - a great source of inspiration.```
(Google and see it is a true story)

Sunday, 3 September 2017

Wisdom of the (S) Ages - Utility of Man

Nothing is Useless
This is a story about being of service to others and the usefulness of things !
           
In olden times, boys used to go to 'Gurukuls' and live there with the Guru for many years for their education. When the pupils had gathered knowledge and wisdom they wanted, they went back home with the Guru's blessings and settled down in life.

Once, two pupils, who were to leave the Gurukul for home,went to Guru and said, "Gurudev, please tell us what gift we may give you as your Gurudakshina?

The Guru was pleased with the pupils' love and gratitude. He too loved them because of their devotion, discipline and sense of duty. He expected nothing more from them. However, he decided to add a little more to his pupils'*
"wisdom."

So, he said to them,"Dear children, go into the forest behind our Gurukul and bring me some dry leaves for which no one has any use."

The pupils wondered why their Guru had asked for this strange gift. But being quite obedient, they left for the forest as their Guru wanted them to do.

As soon as they entered the forest, they came near a small heap of dry leaves beneath a tree. When they were picking up some of them, an old farmer came running to them and said,

"Please put those leaves back into the heap. I have collected them. I am taking them to my field. When I burn them, their ashes will make excellent manure which will enable me to have a rich crop of food grains."
    
The pupils left that heap and went a little further into the forest. There they saw three women collecting dry leaves and putting them into their baskets. "What do you do with these dry leaves?"asked the pupils."

Dear brothers,"said one woman, I use them as fuel to heat water for bath and for washing our clothes."

The second one said," We pin the better leaves together with reed-pins and make patravalis which are used as dinner-plates in ashrams and temples.

" I earn some money thus to feed my children." Said the third one,"I collect dry leaves of this particular tree. My husband who is a Vaidya uses them for preparing some herbal medicines. He cures many ailments."
    
The pupils then went still further into the forest. They saw some dry leaves under a tall tree. As both were looking at them, a big bird swooped down and picking up one leaf, flew away. The pupils watched the bird carrying the leaf to the top of a small tree nearby, where it was building a nest of dry leaves and grass. They did not wish to take away the dry leaves which were useful to the bird.
   
Both the boys decided to go back to the Gurukul. On the way, they saw a small pond in which a big dry leaf was floating on the water." There is a big dry leaf which is of no use to anyone,"said one of them. The pupils went to the pond and picked up the leaf. To their surprise, they saw two big red ants moving on it. As one of the pupils held the leaf in his hand, the ants stopped moving, as though to say,

*"This dry leaf has been our lifeboat. But for it, we would have been drowned in the pond."

The pupils, thereafter, gave up their vain pursuit and returned to the Gurukul. In a sad tone, they said to the Guru,"Gurudev, we found that even dry leaves have so many uses that we could not bring them to you. All the dry leaves we saw were being used for some purpose or other. Please forgive us for not bringing with us the Gurudakshina you had asked for."

"Dear children,"replied the Guru,"I have received the Gurudakshina I wanted. The knowledge you have gathered today is my real Gurudakshina. Even a dry leaf is of great use and help to man, bird and insect. How much more precious, then, should be man's body and use it to make your life as well as the lives of others happy.

Never miss a chance to use it to serve the needy, the sick and the aged or to help the ignorant and the poor. Never forget this great lesson you have learnt today."