VALENTINE'S DAY REMINDS US HOW LOVE IS SLIPPING OUT OF OUR LIVES LIKE SAND FROM OUR HANDS.

 

 "All we need is love"

There's nothing

 you can do that can't be

 done.

Nothing you can sing

 that can't be sung.

There's nothing you

 can make that can't

 be made.

No one you can save

 that can't be saved.

Nothing you can do

 but you can learn

 how to be in time

It's easy.

All you need is love;

all you need is love;

 all you need is love,

Love, love is all you

 need.

Love, love love, love,

 love, love, love,Love,

love.

All you need is love,

All you need is love;

 all you need is love,

Love, love is all you

 need.

Nothing you can say

 but you can learn how

 to play the game

 it's easy.

The beautiful truth is that for centuries the saga of the folk lovers which immortalizes the memory of Heer, Sohni, Sahiban, Sassi, and others has been handed down from generation to generation. Their memories are still alive as they had died for love and not because their lovers had died for them at the alter of love. They rebelled against the conventional norms of society. These women who loved did not treasure their body or soul: they sacrificed everything for love.

The roots of this philosophy are embedded in the poetry of Waris Shah, who believed that the world existed on love. He says:

Be thankful to God
For making love the root of the world
First he himself loved
Then he made the prophets
His beloved ones.

It is this belief which endowed the woman of Punjab with a romantic soul and filled it with the conviction of truth and gave her the courage to speak. Therefore we do not come across any love story which portrays a woman pining to death or quietly nursing her love within her bosom. In all the love tales the women are volatile and have dynamic characters.

Having read so much of literature we became scholars,

but we have never ever read our inner self.

Hastely we keep entering in to temples, tombs and mosques,

but has never ever entered in to our own self.

Daily we fight with the evils of the world,

but has never fought the devil residing inside of us.

The one’s flying in skies we do try to catch,

but the one  sitting inside of our own self have we never holded to….

But why,dear why so?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Let go of your worries and be completely clear-hearted,like the face of a mirror that contains no images. 

If you want a clear mirror,behold yourself and see the shameless truth,which the mirror reflects.                                               

If metal can be polished to a mirror-like finish,what polishing might the mirror of the heart require?

Between the mirror and the heart is this single difference:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One day Srimati Radharani and the gopis were waiting for Krisna to come and meet them. As they were waiting, the gopis started to feel intense separation from Krisna and they began to chant: “Harideva, Harideva, Harideva!” over and over again and their feeling intensified to the point of almost giving up their lives. Suddenly Krisna appeared in this beautiful Deity form of seven-year-old boy holding Govardhan Hill in His left hand and flute in the other. The ecstasy of Radharani and the gopis knew no bounds. Since than Radharani and gopis would come here every day and worshiped Govardhana-natha Harideva with many offerings.

August 31: Princess Diana Dies After a Car Crash

Diana, Princess of Wales, died on August 31, 1997, after a car crash in Paris. Aggressive photographers pursued her vehicle in order to capture images of her with Dodi Al Fayed, who was also killed in the wreck.

Photo courtesy Associated Press Princess Diana and Prince Charles on the steps of St. Paul's Cathedral after their wedding ceremony on July 29, 1981

The press hounded Diana since 1980, when journalists first caught Prince Cha­rles kissing a then-unnamed girl. The Honorable Diana Spencer, a nineteen-year-old kindergarten assistant, soon skyrocketed to fame upon her engagement to Charles in February, 1981. The couple wed that summer and Diana enchanted an estimated worldwide audience of 750 million with her billowing ivory gown and shy smile.

Tabloids soon switched from covering the fairytale match to publishing rumors that Diana was unhappy in her new marriage. She gave birth to the couple’s eldest son, William, in 1982, and a second son, Harry, followed in 1984. As Diana and Charles’ relationship continued to decline, she turned to charity work. In 1987, she opened the United Kingdom’s first specialty AIDS ward and helped dispel myths about the disease by shaking hands and hugging people with HIV.

In 1992, Prime Minster John Major announced to Parliament that Diana and Charles were officially separating. After briefly withdrawing from public life, Diana began to court the press and use the media to express her struggles with bulimia, post-partum depression and her husband’s long-running affair with Camilla Parker Bowles. Numerous stories of the Princess’ own infidelities appeared, most notably her relationship with British cavalry officer James Hewitt. The Queen urged the estranged couple to seek a divorce, and they did so in 1996. Diana retained her title as the Princess of Wales, but was no longer referred to as Her Royal Highness.

Photo courtesy Associated Press Princess Diana visits St. Joseph's Hospice, located in the London borough of Hackney, in 1985.

Diana continued to make waves with her charity work — helping HIV-infected people in Africa and calling for an international ban on landmines. By the summer of her death, Diana had struck up a new relationship with Al Fayed, the son of the owner of Harrods. Paparazzi­ followed Diana throughout her and Al Fayed’s Mediterranean holiday and hounded her as she left a dinner in Paris. In the early morning of the August 31, Diana’s Mercedes smashed into a tunnel pillar under the Place de l’Alma. She died after two hours in surgery. The driver, Henri Paul, who was also killed in the crash, had three times the French legal limit of alcohol in his blood and had been driving at upwards of 100 miles per hour (161 kilometers per hour) to escape photographers on motorbikes. A bodyguard, Trevor Rees-Jones, survived the wreck.

The British people expressed an unprecedented level of grief upon Diana’s death. An estimated 2.5 billion people worldwide watched her funeral on September 6, 1997. Furor over the paparazzi’s involvement in the crash resulted in stronger British media codes in December of 1997.

There was a pain; I inhaled it quietly like a cigarette

Left behind are a few songs

I have flickered off like ashes from the cigarette.

Only these people who are Capable of being alone

Are capable of love, of sharing, of going into the deepest core,

Into the other person ?without possessing the other,

Without becoming dependent on the other,

Without creating the other, reducing the other into a thing,

Or without becoming addicted to the other.

They allow the other absolute freedom, because

They know if the other leaves they will be as happy as they are now.

Their happiness cannot be taken by the other,

Because, it is not given by the other.

In this world of illusion,

take nothing other than this cup of wine;

in this playhouse, don’t play any games but love.

“Love is a stranger and speaks a strange language,

wrote Rumi, one of the world’s most beloved mystical poets.

What Did She Tell Me Last Night ?

What did she tell me last night
What was it? What was it?
Was I dreaming or was I awake
Who knows? Who knows?
At home and out of doors
In all kinds of works I remain engaged
Does what she told
Keep on ringing unawares
Every moment?
Who knows? Who knows?
Does it pain my heart without cause?
Have I won, have I lost?
Does it whisper in my ears
Again and again
‘Let us leave, let us leave
And go to a far away place’
Does it echo only in my heart
Or does it echo everywhere?
Who knows? Who knows?

Transcreation of the love song ' ‘Nisithe ki koye gelo mone‘ by Rabindranath Tagore. Best recording of this song is by Debabrata Biswas.