Ma. The word has been close to my heart.
The word has sustained me for long. The three images that I always had in me were of my mother who gave birth to this body of mine, of Ma Durga whom I would find at our puja grih sitting on the sher with her benevolent aura around, and of mother Mary painted by my mother. I would see mother Mary more often I think -coz it was on the wall of our living room , with baby Jesus , with closed palms- tip of which were made strangely. I used to look at that painting so often. See it and kind of fall in meditation while seeing it.
There was s time when I used to feel so much anger for all - coz I had seen my mother being violated and harmed by family itself.
There was a time when I used to feel that my mother is not listening to me. I would feel negative and wronged for god knows what reason.
There was s time when I was jealous of the feeling that kinchu didi, my cousin in bareily is being too close to my ma- much closer than me.
It was at the same time that I first experienced dizziness in head and dazed off for the first time in my life- it was in nainital.
There was time when through the image of ma Durga I encountered many fears while I was in school.
The first eve-teasing instance that I experienced, the first heart-break that I experienced, the first time I was cheated off by my close friend, all those heart-aches were told to Her. and she soothed me like anything.
While I was away from all in foreign lands and foreign skies and foreign seas, with all white snow and no soul near me - Mother Mary was there in Notre Dame - where I would sit in my evenings telling her all my days work and feelings and what not's. I would sing and I would have tears of joy coz of her. Even in those times when the life seemed so absolutely unnecessary to live, she made me live and love on, she made me go on and on without giving up, with my head held high.
Shri Krishna Gopal had been the ever present one in my life witnessing all that I have experienced and the Almighty Lord brought me to Ma. Parvathy Ma.
I have been calling her Parvathy Didi. In my heart she has been Ma.
It was Ravi ettan whom I met first. And then Raja Rani. And then it was Di who came. And I was so much overjoyed. And that joy has never left since then.
May I get the capacity and capability to experience the true Bhakti. May I always be on my way to be worthy enough of getting the Almighty's Grace.
I have erred. I have fallen short. I have done mistakes. May all those incidents teach me what I have to. May I start more determined and with stronger mantle, my path of sadhana.
May the sadhak in me live on and on. Ma, may I always find my way though the smooth alleys and blind labyrinths of life.
Jodi Gurukripa Hoy, only with his grace
The word has sustained me for long. The three images that I always had in me were of my mother who gave birth to this body of mine, of Ma Durga whom I would find at our puja grih sitting on the sher with her benevolent aura around, and of mother Mary painted by my mother. I would see mother Mary more often I think -coz it was on the wall of our living room , with baby Jesus , with closed palms- tip of which were made strangely. I used to look at that painting so often. See it and kind of fall in meditation while seeing it.
There was s time when I used to feel so much anger for all - coz I had seen my mother being violated and harmed by family itself.
There was a time when I used to feel that my mother is not listening to me. I would feel negative and wronged for god knows what reason.
There was s time when I was jealous of the feeling that kinchu didi, my cousin in bareily is being too close to my ma- much closer than me.
It was at the same time that I first experienced dizziness in head and dazed off for the first time in my life- it was in nainital.
There was time when through the image of ma Durga I encountered many fears while I was in school.
The first eve-teasing instance that I experienced, the first heart-break that I experienced, the first time I was cheated off by my close friend, all those heart-aches were told to Her. and she soothed me like anything.
While I was away from all in foreign lands and foreign skies and foreign seas, with all white snow and no soul near me - Mother Mary was there in Notre Dame - where I would sit in my evenings telling her all my days work and feelings and what not's. I would sing and I would have tears of joy coz of her. Even in those times when the life seemed so absolutely unnecessary to live, she made me live and love on, she made me go on and on without giving up, with my head held high.
Shri Krishna Gopal had been the ever present one in my life witnessing all that I have experienced and the Almighty Lord brought me to Ma. Parvathy Ma.
I have been calling her Parvathy Didi. In my heart she has been Ma.
It was Ravi ettan whom I met first. And then Raja Rani. And then it was Di who came. And I was so much overjoyed. And that joy has never left since then.
May I get the capacity and capability to experience the true Bhakti. May I always be on my way to be worthy enough of getting the Almighty's Grace.
I have erred. I have fallen short. I have done mistakes. May all those incidents teach me what I have to. May I start more determined and with stronger mantle, my path of sadhana.
May the sadhak in me live on and on. Ma, may I always find my way though the smooth alleys and blind labyrinths of life.
Jodi Gurukripa Hoy, only with his grace
