akshayadas’s blog

the festival of colours is back in my backyard.

numerous wishes float in my heart,

for the near & dear one’s;

radha will be dancing with colour spray of abheer powder

in Lord Krishnas’ embrace;

the small palanquins carrying radha & krishna

will arrive my village;

from across the bordering villages

on the fateful night,

my villagers will dance dances of ecstacy,

their heart & soul lost in the myriad colours;

my soul drenched with colours of the festival,

as the morning arrives,

a conglomeration of celebrities celebrating the festival

in my village,

young to old everyone will be drenched with the coloured waters,

to be sent with their disguises hiding beneath the colours,

every soul clasping the other with joy,

it is the festival of joy.

joy joy joy only joy in every body’s heart.

may joy & happyness reign the country.

LASTLY NUMEROUS WISHES FOR HAPPY HOLI CELEBRATION TO ALL THE READERS, MY FRIENDS OF THE ISLAND.

the echoes of the defeaning voice,

was telling me in my moods of silence;

that silence is golden,

the solitary confinement of the soul

in the dungeons grilled cocoon;

In the remorseful posture,

the la belle dame sans mercy;

was covering herself with her long lockes,

With every passerby trying

for a glimpse of the repentant face;

why repentance, what for penance;

but no one knows,

why the cross road that had long

been separated,

meets there;

With the glance of eyes beamed

towards each other;

lips sealed, the mind was only

telling a tale tale story;

of relation being butchered alive;

Oh, Sirdi Sai…..the lord omnipresent,

Seeking your blessings thousands flung to your abode at Sirdi;

your love for humanity is limitless & unbound;

Saving the downtrodden from miseries in their times of crisis has been your passtime.

since time immemorial you have saved the humans from committing sins;

those who came to your rescue were drenched with the sacred waters of the rains;

their souls purified and salvaged for posterity.

Oh lord! Your consecration with milk & the waters of the ganges,

brings peace & prosperity to mankind.

Give the mankind his lost wisdom, his lost fellow feeling for fellow humans;

and the animals and the plants to save this planet from collapsing.

The Enigma

The Universe is a infinite place with limitless destinations.

It’s all your trial where you want to reach what you want to achieve.

There is no meaning just passing sermons with erring tongues’ slashing

nothing but only miseries.

LIFE IS A CHALLENGE. YOU HAVE TO WIN IT.

THINK POSITIVE, FIND OUT A SOLUTION.

EVERY PROBLEM HAS A SOLUTION.

If you fail in your mission to solve a problem,

JUST SIT QUIET; KEEP QUIET; FOLD YOUR ARMS; FOLD YOUR LEGS;

YOUR MIND; BODY & SOUL IN TO TRANQUIL MEDITATION.

IN MEDITATION THE SOLUTION AUTOMATICALLY TAKES SHAPE.

THE ANSWER IS FOUND OUT.

ONCE YOU BECOME SUCCESSFUL, YOU BECOME COMMODITY.

ONE SHOULD BE PREPARED TO ACCEPT THE CONSEQUENCES OF ONE’S

DECISIONS.

                                                                               Sree Sree…

Friday the 13^th

Friggatriskaidephobes,

the friday the 13^th;

why the mind is with fear,

• Numerologically the digits 1 & 3 are unlucky conjunction

they spell double trouble.

• 13 symbolises the initial step towards evil.

• Judas was the 13^th apostle.

• Israel’s 13^th tribe was only one without land.

• On Friday, October the 13^th, 1307 the knights Templar were assassinated.

• For Scandinavians, the 13^th demigod is loki.

• Friday the 13^th is called ‘Withches Sabbath’ as 12 witches and the devil

  met on this day.

• The Appollo 13 space mission was launched at 13:13 hours & aborted on

  13^th April,1970.

• Hotels avoid a 13^th storey/suite.

For non-believers for all infamy of Friday the 13^th there are examples of good fortunes.

In Pagan times, Friday was the day of love goddess; many actors sign only on Friday

because it brings good luck.

Charles Dickens began writing all his books on fridays.

Certain signs precede certain events said Cicero.

In the long run, nothing can withstand reason & experience. Sigmund Freud.

There is superstition in avoiding superstition. Francis Bacon.

the desire to go back to childhood,

keeps hunting me;

My mother is no more,

but her lullabies to lull me to sleep;

keeps my memories pestered for a deep

renunciation;

I still nurture her memories of fondling me,

beating me for my nuisances and adoring me

next; to keep me on hold with her dream land

store house of stories to keep me attentive in my ignorance;

Her lap was the emotional bed of platonic love;

which gave me solace and solace.

I still recall those treasured moments of tender care.

That kept me run after her while she kept finishing her domestic cores.

Memories be it pleasant or sad is always painful.

Memories of childhood are unforgettable.

One always aspires to be a child always,

to keep one self free from the mundanely existence.

Mom where are you, please come back , take me back

to your laps and reconnect me to the Lord over you for

a deeper analysis of my souls’ quests.

The Dictionary defines ‘Creativity’ as the art of causing to exist; to bring into being, give rise to bring about.  The very nature of the word itself implies bring into existence that does not already exist.

And yet for most of us, our daily lives are filled up with the repetitive & the habituated. We move through the basic routine of getting up , getting ready and going to work with one sequence after another, rarely if ever noticing that we are engaging this repetitive process, day after day after day after.

We find ourselve lamenting the state of our lives, looking around us & trying to future out what’s wrong with our lives, with our work , with our friends & family. May be there is nothing wrong at all. May be what’s missing is a creative out look  - a different perspective or new world view - on what’s already there.

tumhara dard hume chhu gaya hey,

dard, zakhm aur zindegi kabhi ek doosre ko chhodtey nahin;

yeh dard ka rista hey;

ek anokha pan hey;

andar se ek ajeebsee ghutansee mehsoos ,

hamesha ka liye chhod jata hai;

dil tadapta hei, dhak…dhak…dhak…

tadap tadap ke thum jata hey,

jab tak aur kuchh anubhav ko nahi likh patahu;

aap ke liye;

kabhi kabhi sochta hun sub kuchh likh dunga,

bata dunga duniya balon ko;

ye zhoota zindegi ke parisaniyoko;

lekin koi andarse rok leta hai…

kya karu..lachar bebas ek insaan zo hun…