Remember that moment……….

Remember that moment………

Moments! A new one occurring every split second,collectively are the words
that fill the allotted empty pages of one’s book of time.Occurrence of
these moments form the genesis of one’s identity further contributing to
the way we look at life.

Moments of glee, moments of woe…. Many such analogous moments
continuously blocking the blank spaces in the book, are the ones we
regularly revisit and remember. Swerve from this routine and give the below
said a thought.

Which is better? A trip down the memory lane which lend a hand to select
the roads we choose or foreseeing a moment of the future. The moment that
is the final full stop in the book, where within a split second the soul
departs from its carrier and institution called life continues with the
ones currently enrolled.

On choosing the latter, we’ll subsist every moment, we’ll hear every melody
and boogie on every beat, we’ll love every soul without any hope or
agenda… because that’s the moment we’ll only remember.

The magical touch.......

Mumma!!!! These were the words that broke my sleep at the odd hour of
2.30 in the night. On regaining full consciousness I jumped out of bed
and sprinted towards the source of these words. On reaching the hall,
I realised it was my mom’s cry for help to her mother. She was in
tears because of the pain that a migraine attack caused her. The pain
was intense and could be compared to what a fish feels when taken out
of water, a bird feels when it crashes on losing the wind under its
wings.

Holding her in my arms, giving her the required medicines, applying
pressure on her forehead did not ease her pain and all that she
uttered after " Allah madad" (God help me) was "Mummy chahiye.."

It dawned upon me, that no matter what heights science can scale up
to, no matter how many people are with us during our times of
suffering, no matter how strong you as a person are, maybe there is
this touch that has a surprisingly magical way to heal and to calm our
seething pain.

The touch that can supersede any scientific invention, can overshadow
the presence of millions around you, render them unfelt and possibly
bring the greatest of warriors on his knees.

This is the touch of the person who carries us in her womb, whose debt
cannot and has never been repaid in the history of mankind.....

Anyone and everyone who reads this article should realize how blessed
mankind is with the touch of a mother....the magical touch, which can
hold the solutions to most of our complex problems. If only we
understand its deep power and the unconditional love that flows from
it!

Is there actually a difference.????

Is there actually a difference.????

20 December 2008: As the sound of the bus's engine roared with the click of the key, my journey to a place on which stands one of India's most visited temple began. About 296 kilometers from Mumbai, Shirdi is a place of worship which is blessed with a divine force that pulls you towards itself and at the same time provides peace to your mind and soul.

For me the force, the thought that made me undertake this journey was to pray and beg for the only dream I saw, the only wish whose fulfillment was my hearts desire.
However it not only gave me a chance to request for my dream to come true but also made me realize, made me understand that there actually isn't any difference.

At 8.30 am after ensuring the set standards of shuddhi were met I started walking towards the place which I felt possessed a culture different from where I came from, but I realized I was wrong. On entering the lane I saw a long queue of devotees awaiting their chance to set their eyes on the few preserved belongings of Shri Sai Baba at the Dwarka Mai.
The dedication, the feelings, the respect, the tears, the faith, the emotions were same as that of the devotees standing in a queue at the Ajmer Shareef Dargah, The Mount Mary's Church.

Standing amongst them while awaiting my turn to seek blessings of the saint who chanted "Sab ka maalik ek hai" I realized that all of us standing in the queue weren't any different, though from different origins, we had the same respect, similar prayers to offer though the way of offering them just differed.

While standing for the noon aarti, it struck me that whether you offer your prayers through joint palms or with folded hands or bowed heads, whether you get prasad or nyaaz or a comunin at the end of your worship, the faith that enables your heart to converse to the force you consider divine is the same-the tears that roll down the eyes while making a prayer, the honesty with which you chant religious couplets or prayers is the same.

Aarti equals Namaaz equals a Mass at church. From a naked eyes view it is all the same, then with blinds on our eyes, with preconceived notions why do we say they are different. Why create a difference which would be a cause for so much hatred and discontent among people, why create a difference which would deprive a person of the love of his life, indirectly depriving him of his life… why create the difference?

This man-made difference can be eliminated from its roots, the world would be a happier place, and Love would be the only religion, if we with open minds ask our self only one question "is there actually a difference?"

The answer to it would be no! there isn't any difference.