
उम्र की ऐसी की तैसी…!

To all my friends and loved ones – “I WISH YOU ENOUGH“
Recently I overheard a father and daughter in their last moments together at the airport. They had announced the departure.
Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the father said, ‘I love you, and I wish you enough.’
The daughter replied, ‘Dad, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Dad.’
They kissed and the daughter left. The Father walked over to the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see he wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on his privacy, but he welcomed me in by asking, ‘Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?’
‘Yes, I have,’ I replied. ‘Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye?’..
‘I am old, and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is – the next trip back will be for my funeral,’ he said.
‘When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, ‘I wish you enough..’ May I ask what that means?’
He began to smile. ‘That’s a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone…’ He paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail, and he smiled even more. ‘When we said, ‘I wish you enough,’ we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them.’ Then turning toward me, he shared the following as if he were reciting it from memory.
I wish you enough Sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear.
I wish you enough Rain to appreciate the sun even more.
I wish you enough Happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting.
I wish you enough Pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.
I wish you enough Gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough Loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough “Hello’s” to get you through the final “Good-bye”.
He then began to cry and walked away.
They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them; but then an entire life to forget them.
Only if you wish, send this to the people you will never forget. If you don’t send it to anyone it may mean that you are in such a hurry that you have forgotten your friends.
TAKE TIME TO LIVE….
To all my friends and loved ones – “I WISH YOU ENOUGH“
Open the Shrimad Bhagavad Gita.
Select your life’s problem, find the solution instantly.
This is very good collection and handy solution.
Somebody made a great effort to make this happen.
Touch and See
for Audio https://www.bhagavad-gita.org/
The Prophet is a book of 26 prose poetry fables written in English by the Lebanese–American poet and writer Kahlil Gibran. It was originally published in 1923 by Alfred A. Knopf. It is Gibran’s best known work. The Prophet has been translated into over 100 different languages, making it one of the most translated books in history, and it has never been out of print.
Proving that there is no connection between cost and value, it’s currently only Rs 79 on Amazon and it’s not hard to find a copy online. It’s a beautiful work, but we wanted to particularly highlight the chapter on work, reproduced here in its entirety.
On Work
Then a ploughman said, “Speak to us of Work.”
And he answered, saying:
You work that you may keep pace with the earth and the soul of the earth.
For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the seasons, and to step out of life’s procession, that marches in majesty and proud submission towards the infinite.
When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music.
Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?
But I say to you that when you work you fulfil a part of earth’s furthest dream, assigned to you when that dream was born,
Always you have been told that work is a curse and labour a misfortune.
And in keeping yourself with labour you are in truth loving life,
And to love life through labour is to be intimate with life’s inmost secret.
But if you in your pain call birth an affliction and the support of the flesh a curse written upon your brow, then I answer that naught but the sweat of your brow shall wash away that which is written.
You have been told also life is darkness, and in your weariness you echo what was said by the weary.
And I say that life is indeed darkness save when there is urge,
And all urge is blind save when there is knowledge,
And all knowledge is vain save when there is work,
And all work is empty save when there is love;
And when you work with love you bind yourself to yourself, and to one another, and to God.
And what is it to work with love?
It is to weave the cloth with threads drawn from your heart, even as if your beloved were to wear that cloth.
It is to build a house with affection, even as if your beloved were to dwell in that house.
It is to sow seeds with tenderness and reap the harvest with joy, even as if your beloved were to eat the fruit.
It is to charge all things you fashion with a breath of your own spirit,
And to know that all the blessed dead are standing about you and watching.
Often have I heard you say, as if speaking in sleep, “he who works in marble, and finds the shape of his own soul in the stone, is a nobler than he who ploughs the soil.
And he who seizes the rainbow to lay it on a cloth in the likeness of man, is more than he who makes the sandals for our feet.”
But I say, not in sleep but in the over-wakefulness of noontide, that the wind speaks not more sweetly to the giant oaks than to the least of all the blades of grass;
And he alone is great who turns the voice of the wind into a song made sweeter by his own loving.
Work is love made visible.
And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy.
For if you bake bread with indifference, you bake a bitter bread that feeds but half man’s hunger.
And if you grudge the crushing of the grapes, your grudge distils a poison in the wine.
And if you sing though as angels, and love not the singing, you muffle man’s ears to the voices of the day and the voices of the night.
And people stayed home
and read books and listened
and rested and exercised
and made art and played
and learned new ways of being
and stopped
and listened deeper
someone meditated
someone prayed
someone danced
someone met their shadow
and people began to think differently
and people healed
and in the absence of people who lived in ignorant ways,
dangerous, meaningless and heartless,
even the earth began to heal
and when the danger ended
and people found each other
grieved for the dead people
and they made new choices
and dreamed of new visions
and created new ways of life
and healed the earth completely
just as they were healed themselves.
Kathleen O’Meara, pen name Grace Ramsay (1839 Dublin – 10 November 1888 Paris) was an Irish-French Catholic writer and biographer during the late Victorian era. She was the Paris correspondent of The Tablet, a leading British Catholic magazine. Irish Monthly also published many of her serialized and biographical works. O’ Meara also wrote works of fiction where she explored a variety of topics from women’s suffrage to eastern European revolutions. The majority of her novels contained Catholic themes and social reform issues. -Wikipedia
Bewajah Ghar Se Nikalne Ki Zarurat Kya Hai,
Maut Se Aakhen Milane Ki Zarurat Kya Hai !!
Sabko Maloom Hai Bahar Ki Hawa Hai Kaatil ,
Yuhi Kaatil Se Ulajhne Ki Zarurat Kya Hai !!
Zindagi Ek Neemat Hai, Use Sambhal Ke Rakh,
Kabragahon Ko Sajane Ki Zarurat Kya Hai !!
Dil Behelane Ke Liye Ghar Me Wazah Hai Kafi ,
Yuhi Galiyon Me Bhatakne Ki Zarurat Kya Hai !!
Stay Home , Stay Safe !!
The Nāsadīya Sūkta (after the incipit ná ásat, or “not the non-existent”), also known as the Hymn of Creation, is the 129th hymn of the 10th mandala of the Rigveda (10:129). It is concerned with cosmology and the origin of the universe.[2]
Nasadiya Sukta begins rather interestingly, with the statement – “Then, there was neither existence, nor non-existence.” It ponders over the when, why and by whom of creation in a very sincere contemplative tone, and provides no definite answers. Rather, it concludes that the gods too may not know, as they came after creation. And maybe the supervisor of creation in the highest heaven knows, or maybe even he does not know!
नासदासीन्नो सदासीत्तदानीं नासीद्रजो नो व्योमा परो यत् |
किमावरीवः कुह कस्य शर्मन्नम्भः किमासीद्गहनं गभीरम् ॥ १॥
न मृत्युरासीदमृतं न तर्हि न रात्र्या अह्न आसीत्प्रकेतः |
आनीदवातं स्वधया तदेकं तस्माद्धान्यन्न परः किञ्चनास ॥२॥
तम आसीत्तमसा गूहळमग्रे प्रकेतं सलिलं सर्वाऽइदम् |
तुच्छ्येनाभ्वपिहितं यदासीत्तपसस्तन्महिनाजायतैकम् ॥३॥
कामस्तदग्रे समवर्तताधि मनसो रेतः प्रथमं यदासीत् |
सतो बन्धुमसति निरविन्दन्हृदि प्रतीष्या कवयो मनीषा ॥४॥
तिरश्चीनो विततो रश्मिरेषामधः स्विदासीदुपरि स्विदासीत् |
रेतोधा आसन्महिमान आसन्त्स्वधा अवस्तात्प्रयतिः परस्तात् ॥५॥
को अद्धा वेद क इह प्र वोचत्कुत आजाता कुत इयं विसृष्टिः |
अर्वाग्देवा अस्य विसर्जनेनाथा को वेद यत आबभूव ॥६॥
इयं विसृष्टिर्यत आबभूव यदि वा दधे यदि वा न |
यो अस्याध्यक्षः परमे व्योमन्त्सो अङ्ग वेद यदि वा न वेद ॥७॥
Translation:
1. Then even non-existence was not there, nor existence,
There was no air then, nor the space beyond it.
What covered it? Where was it? In whose keeping?
Was there then cosmic fluid, in depths unfathomed?
2. Then there was neither death nor immortality
nor was there then the torch of night and day.
The One breathed windlessly and self-sustaining.
There was that One then, and there was no other.
3. At first there was only darkness wrapped in darkness.
All this was only unillumined cosmic water.
That One which came to be, enclosed in nothing,
arose at last, born of the power of heat.
4. In the beginning desire descended on it –
that was the primal seed, born of the mind.
The sages who have searched their hearts with wisdom
know that which is, is kin to that which is not.
5. And they have stretched their cord across the void,
and know what was above, and what below.
Seminal powers made fertile mighty forces.
Below was strength, and over it was impulse.
6. But, after all, who knows, and who can say
Whence it all came, and how creation happened?
the gods themselves are later than creation,
so who knows truly whence it has arisen?
7. Whence all creation had its origin,
the creator, whether he fashioned it or whether he did not,
the creator, who surveys it all from highest heaven,
he knows — or maybe even he does not know.
Sometimes in the dark of the night
I visit my conscience
To see if it is still breathing
For its dying a slow death
Every day.When I pay for a meal in a fancy place
An amount which is perhaps the monthly income
Of the guard who holds the door open
And quickly I shrug away that thought
It dies a littleWhen I buy vegetables from the vendor
And his son “chhotu” smilingly weighs the potatoes
Chhotu, a small child, who should be studying at school
I look the other way
It dies a little.When I am decked up in a designer dress
A dress that cost a bomb
And I see a woman at the crossing
In tatters,trying unsuccessfully to save her dignity
And I immediately roll up my window
It dies a littleWhen at Christmas I buy expensive gifts for my children
On return, I see half clad children
With empty stomach and hungry eyes
Selling Santa caps at red light
I try to salve my conscience by buying some, yet
It dies a littleWhen my sick maid sends her daughter to work
Making her bunk school
I know I should tell her to go back
But I look at the loaded sink and dirty dishes
And I tell myself that is just for a couple of days
It dies a littleWhen I give my son the freedom
To come home late from a party
And yet when my daughter asks
I tell her it is not safe
I raise my voice when she questions why
It dies a littleWhen I hear about a rape
or a murder of a child,
I feel sad, yet a little thankful that it’s not my child
I can not look at myself in the mirror
It dies a littleWhen people fight over caste creed and religion
I feel hurt and helpless
I tell myself that my country is going to the dogs
I blame the corrupt politicians
Absolving myself of all responsibilities
It dies a littleWhen my city is choked
Breathing is dangerous in the smog ridden Delhi
I take my car to work daily
Not taking the metro,not trying car pool
One car won’t make a difference, I think
It dies a littleSo when in the dark of the night
I visit my conscience
And find it still breathing
I am surprised
For, with my own hands
Daily, bit by bit, I bury it.By Rashmi Trivedi
Author of Woman everything will be fine!
AWAKENING MANTRA
Awakening Mantra KIRAGRE BASTE LAXMI KARMADHYE SARASWATI KARMULE STUTAI BRAHMA PRAVATE KAR DARSHANAM | Ganesh mantra SUM KAISSYIA KA DANTASYA KAPLO GAJ KARN KA LAMBO DHARASYE VIKTO VIGHNA NASO VINAYAK |
These two mantras are very powerful and can be recite in the morning as soon as awake.
Before opening the eyes you have to pass the palms of the hands on the face, then hold them togheter. Opening the eyes, you’ll recite the mantra of the awakening looking only at the palms. Then for seven times you’ll recite the mantra passing the hands on the whole body. At the end you’ll recite the Ganesh mantra.
MANTRAS TO LIGHT INCENSE
त्वमेव माता च पिता त्वमेव ।त्वमेव बन्धुश्च सखा त्वमेव ।त्वमेव विद्या द्रविणम् त्वमेव ।त्वमेव सर्वम् मम देव देवः ॥त्रहि माँ त्रहि माँ त्रहि माँ | tvameva mātā ca pitā tvameva ।tvameva bandhuśca sakhā tvameva ।tvameva vidyā draviṇam tvameva ।tvameva sarvam mama deva devaḥ ॥trahi māṁ trahi māṁ trahi māṁ |
(Addressed to the Guru)
You are my mother and you are my father.
You are my relative and you are my friend.
You are my knowledge and you are my wealth.
You are my all, my God of Gods.
Protect me, protect me, protect me.
कर्पूरगौरं करुणावतारं संसारसारम् भुजगेन्द्रहारम् ।
सदावसन्तं हृदयारविन्दे भवं भवानीसहितं नमामि ॥
karpūragauraṃ karuṇāvatāraṃ saṃsārasāram bhujagendrahāram ।
sadāvasantaṃ hṛdayāravinde bhavaṃ bhavānīsahitaṃ namāmi ॥
White as camphor, the avatar of Karuna (god of Compassion), adorned with the garland of the Serpent King, ever dwelling in the lotus of my heart, to the Lord and Lady, Shiva and Shakti together, to them I bow down.
we are everything, we are together
ॐ सहना भवतु सहनौ भुनक् तुसहवीर्यम् करवावहै तेजस्वि नावधीतमस्तु मा विद्विष्आवहै ॐ शान्ति शान्ति शान्तिः | सर्वेषां स्वस्ति भवतु ।सर्वेषां शान्तिर्भवतु । सर्वेषां पूर्नं भवतु ।सर्वेषां मड्गलं भवतु ॥ |
oṁ sahanā bhavatu sahanau bhunaktu sahavīryam karavāvahai tejasvi nāvadhītamastu mā vidviṣāvahai oṁ śānti śānti śāntiḥ | Oṁ sarveṣāṃ svasti bhavatu sarveṣāṃ śāntir bhavatu sarveṣāṃ pūrnaṃ bhavatu sarveṣāṃ mangalaṃ bhavatu |
Om! May the Absolute Reality protect us.Let the studies that we together undertake be effulgent.Let there be no animosity amongst us. Om. Peace, Peace, Peace. | Om, may auspiciousness be unto all may peace be unto all may fullness be unto all may prosperity be unto all |
सर्वे भवन्तु सुखिनः।सर्वे सन्तु निरामयाः।सर्वे भद्राणि पश्यन्तु।मा कश्चित् दुःख भाग्भवेत्॥ | असतोमा सद्गमय ।तमसोमा ज्योतिर् गमय ।मृत्योर्मामृतं गमय ॥ॐ शान्ति शान्ति शान्तिः ॥ |
sarve bhavantu sukhinaḥ sarve santu nirāmayāḥ sarve bhadrāṇi paśyantu mā kaścit duḥkha bhāgbhavet | asato mā sad gamaya tamaso mā jyotir gamaya mṛtyor mā amṛtaṁ gamaya oṁ śānti śānti śāntiḥ |
May all be happy May all be free from disabilities May all look to the good of other May none suffer from sorrow | From ignorance, lead me to truth From darkness, lead me to light From death, lead me to immortality Om peace, peace, peace |
Mantra form Isopanishad
ॐ पूर्णमदः पूर्णमिदं पूर्णात्पुर्णमुदच्यते
पूर्णश्य पूर्णमादाय पूर्णमेवावशिष्यते
Om pūrṇamadaḥ pūrṇamidaṃ pūrṇātpurṇamudacyate
pūrṇaśya pūrṇamādāya pūrṇamevāvaśiṣyate
That is the Whole, this is the Whole;
from that Whole, this Whole is manifested.
When this Whole is extracted,
that Whole remains being the Whole.
Invoking Sacred Rivers in the water pot
गङ्गे च यमुने चैव गोदावरि सरस्वती ।
नर्मदा सिन्धु कावेरी जलेऽस्मिन् संनिधिं कुरु ॥
gaṅge ca yamune caiva godāvari sarasvatī |
narmadā sindhu kāverī jale’smin saṃnidhiṃ kuru ||
O Holy Rivers Ganga and Yamuna, and Godavari, Sarasvati,
Narmada, Sindhu and Kaveri; Please be present in this water.
In the Vedas the mantra (sound) is the primary source from which the universe has sprung (in the Bible: “in the beginning it was the Verb”); it is the primordial vibration presents in every thing, the motor of the universe. Through the study and the search on the mantras the ancient wise man have discovered how we can be in harmony with the cosmos and with ourselves.
ॐ (Aum) it is the primordial sound, is the matrix of all that exists in the universe. it doesn’t have a particular meaning, it is rather a sacred syllable that represents the essence of the vital energy from which the creation has sprung. ॐ is the combination of three sounds: A – U – M. The A represents Brahma the creator, the conscience, the state of vigil. The U represents Vishnu the preserver, the subconscious, the state of dream. The M represents Shiva the destroyer, the unconscious, the state of deep sleep. It can be noticed as these three letters are tightly correlated with the endless breath of the universe, in which the three strengths of creation, preservation and destruction continually follow one another and how they are correlated with the three dimensions of the human conscience.
The utilization of the sounds for spiritual purpose is universally used. In a lot of religions the continuous repeating of a sentence or a sacred sound with the help of a rosary (japa mala) represents the highest form of meditation. The mantras are the best vehicle in the meditation because through them the mind calms the incessant flow of thoughts and it settles in a state of deep concentration.
Bija Mantras
Bija means seed, root. It is a very powerful Mantra that usually consists of a single syllable. The Bija Mantra evoke particular aspects of nature or of the divine, each Devata has his or her own Bija. The greatest of all Bijas is Om or Pranava, because it is the symbol of Para-Brahman.
The following table lists some of the most common Bija Mantras:
Bija | Devata | Meaning – Element | |
ॐ | auṃ / oṁ | Brahman | Absolute |
ऐं | aiṃ | Sarasvati | Consciousness |
ह्रीं | hrīṃ | Mahamaya – Bhuvaneshvari | Illusion |
श्रीं | śrīṃ | Lakshmi | Existence |
क्लीं | klīṃ | Kali – Kama | Desire |
क्रीं | krīṃ | Kalika | Time |
दुं | duṃ | Durga | Bestows Protection |
गं | gaṃ | Ganesha | Bestows Happiness |
ग्लौं | glauṃ | Ganesha | Bestows Happiness |
हौं | hauṃ | Shiva | Bestows Protection |
हुं | huṃ | Chandabhairavi | Kavacha Bija – Armour |
हूं | hūṃ | Mother of Viras – Mahakala | Kurcha Bija – Bestows Protection |
ह्रूं | hrūṃ | Kalaratri | Bestows Protection |
ह्रुं | hruṃ | Vaivasvata (son of the Sun-Vivasvan) | Bestows Protection |
लं | laṃ | Prithvi | Earth |
वं | vaṃ | Varuna | Water |
रं | raṃ | Agni | Fire |
यं | yaṃ | Vayu | Air |
हं | haṃ | Shiva | Ether |
सौः | sauḥ | Shiva-Shakti | Cosmos – Heart |
फत् | phat | Vidyujjivha | Astra Mantra (weapon mantra) |
स्वाहा | svāhā | Svaha (consort of Agni) | Oblations – Sacrificial Fire |
क्श्रौं | kśrauṃ | Narasimha | Bestows Happiness |
हस्कफ्रें | haskaphreṃ | Ananda Bhairava – Guru | Bestows Protection – Inspiration |
om aiṃ hrīṃ klīṃ cāmuṇḍāyai vicce
om – The Pranava Mantra represents the Nirguna Brahman, the infinite beyond conception.
aim – The Vak beeja, the seed sound of Mahasarasvati. The knowledge that is consciousness. Creation, rajo guna, the energy of desire.
hrim – The Maya beeja, the sound of Mahalakshmi. The all pervasive existence. Preservation, sattva guna, energy of action.
klim – The Kama beeja, the seed sound of Mahakali. The all consuming delight. Destruction, tamo guna, energy of wisdom.
camunda – The slayer of the demons Chanda and Munda, of passion and anger.
yai – the grantor of boons
vicce – in the body of knowledge, in the perception of consciousness
Transliteration:
oṃ tryambakaṃ yajāmahe
sugandhiṃ puṣṭivardhanam।
urvārukamiva bandhanān
mṛtyormukṣīya māmṛtāt ॥
Hindi Translation:
हम त्रिनेत्र धारी शिवकी आराधना करते हैं, जो अपनी शक्ति से संसार का पालन करतें हैं।
उनसे प्रार्थना है कि वे हमें जीवन व मृत्यु के बंधन से मुक्त करे और हमें दिखा दे कि हम कभी भी अपनी अमर प्रकृति से अलग नहीं होते हैं॥
English translation:
I worship that fragrant Shiva of three eyes, the one who nourishes all living entities.
May he help us severe our bondage with samsara by making us realise that we are never separated from our immortal nature.
Source: Maha Mrityunjaya Mantra, Rigved 7.59.12
The Maha Mrityunjaya Mantra is a boon to humanity and a panacea to all forms of ailments – Physical, Mental, Intellectual and Spiritual. The deeper one delves into the ocean of knowledge that this verse is, the more valuable are the pearls of wisdom.
Cont: Part – 2