Friday, July 27, 2012
Thursday, July 26, 2012
In the eyes of a eunuch
On
a busy day, as I was trying to meet both ends of my job-list, I had one of my
most cherished human experiences. I was racing towards the commercial hub of
Bangalore city; as I slowed down my car at a traffic signal, a eunuch
approached to beg for money. This is a common sight and a brutal reality in
India, eunuchs usually extract rather than beg and out of fear of
unpleasantness most spare some loose change. Over-dressed as a woman this
person appeared fairly well-to-do and healthy, probably with some elementary
education. Usually eunuchs approach only men, but with changing times they have
re-defined their targets and increased their catchment areas.
She
came towards my closed window and gestured for money. The coins section next to
the gear shaft was empty; I scraped every nook of my handbag as thoroughly as I
could but to no avail. Giving into the urgency created by the traffic signal timer,
I just gave her a Rs. 50/- note (about a US dollar) as it was immediately
accessible.
All
this while she was observing my struggle; as I rolled down my car window and
gave her the money, it all happened in a moment. On her face were the mixed
expressions of gratitude, peace, fulfilment, and suddenly, she seemed to have worn
a dignified bearing. No it wasn’t something as simple as joy over getting a
hefty donation; it wasn’t the expression of having ended her workday with this
single interaction. Her gentle smile connoted something deeper and far more
sincere. As I zoomed off I felt a strange sense of contentment.
In
that singular moment, I felt, that time had frozen. This beautiful moment
filled the rest of my day. No words were exchanged, nothing really “happened”. I
pondered over the look in the eunuch’s eyes. In my memory I only see her eyes,
her expression; the ambient details have failed to register.
I
had shown her genuine whole-hearted respect, there wasn’t an iota of contempt
or judgement in my intent. There wasn’t any pity in my expression either. She
must have felt this; probably for the first time in her life, she was treated
like a normal human being, with dignity and respect. In that moment, she wasn’t
a eunuch, neither was she a beggar, nor I the benevolent large-hearted donor;
she and I were just two persons. It was a moment when two human beings shared what
one had and the other didn’t, there was no “giving-taking” or “donation”, just
respectful sharing. This, I guess, had opened her innate humane self, which was
not the superficial persona she portrayed. Later, I realized that it was a
moment when she and I had transcended our social identities which are defined
by financial status, education, etc. We felt Universal Love.
She
received with dignity what I had shared with respect. This had created a moment
of stillness, wherein she and I were just two souls. I am trying hard to
capture the look in her eyes, let me try again – think of a person who is fully
at peace, with deep contentment, serene and yes, divine, that’s the word – she
felt that the divinity in her was acknowledged. Eunuchs are usually treated
with inhumane contempt and are often abused. They are social outcasts, pitied,
mocked and accused of crimes. For a moment, probably for the first time, she
was treated as her highest self. This one moment tore off all the veils of
social identities and judgements which ail human society.
If
only we could put our limiting identities or ego on hold for an instant, we
could see the Divine in another.
I
had a similar experience with a janitor once at a shopping mall. This lady
worked her shifts in cleaning and waiting in the women’s washroom. On my way
out, hurried as ever, I handed her a ten rupee note; she hesitated, declined
the offer but as I gently insisted, she accepted. Again, this moment left me so
fulfilled; not with a sense of being the “good-guy” but a sense of deep oneness
with another soul.
That
seems to be it – oneness with another soul – when all the judgements, egos,
complexes quite down for even just a tiny moment, something Universal opens up
and fills us with deep sense of peace and contentment. This is what my
Spiritual Guide has been teaching me about all this while – oneness,
unconditional Universal Love.
The
eunuch, the janitor and I are all the same at a deeper level. Everyone deserves
a dignified, respectful treatment. There’s nothing more divine than being human
in the truest sense.
Grudgingly,
I have to accept that even those whom I do not like, and would like to keep a
distance from, are one with me at a deeper level.L
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Guruji Krishnananda's post - “How to live in your Light?”
A person asked me, “How to live in your Light?”
Although the Light in me is the same as the Light in you, there will be something very unique about each individual. If you want to live in my Light, I can mention a few of my preferences, which you may try to follow or adopt.
I always believe that the human part in us is to be understood and valued. Some people tend to think that to be Divine, we shouldn’t be human. The truth is, only if we are human we can be Divine. We have come down to the human plane to experience the humanness.
Cry when you feel like crying. Jump with joy if you feel like it. Don’t hesitate. Get a little angry, get a little jealous also. Live this life fully. If we don’t, we miss so much. There is so much of life here in this beautiful world.
Spirituality is living all this. It is not just meditating and trying to allow some energies to transform us. We have to experience all that is beautiful on this earth. There is so much of beauty here—nature, sky, seasons, rain, wind, butterflies, moonrises, music, literature, poetry ... All this makes the human plane the most wonderful plane. That is why people from all other worlds rush to this earth. This earth is very, very special. We are here and we are missing all these things.
This is a plane of imperfections. Everyone is imperfect including me. We have to accept others as they are without complaining, grumbling and disliking strongly. When you do, it indicates that you have great love.
I don’t like to complain and grumble regardless of how difficult the situation is.
For me, these qualities are of great value. If you accept these and try to follow them, you will be living in my Light.
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Quotes from an also-ran
These are my observations
In the dealings of the day we meet others,
In the nothingness of the night we meet ourselves.
∞∞∞
Tears are soul’s ink.
∞∞∞
In longing, love seems to increase.
∞∞∞
If seeing is believing then all illusions are true.
∞∞∞
When we are not with our closest, they seem closer,
because we find them right in our hearts.
∞∞∞
Art is visual maths.
∞∞∞
The only way to safely sail through life is to be anchored in the Divine.
Saturday, July 21, 2012
Friday, July 20, 2012
Long Lost...now found!!!!
Ohhh I
cannot stop smiling....sometime last year I had lost my house keys. It had a
beautiful gold plated key chain. The brass keys glistened more in the shine of
the blingy key chain. It was not just high on looks, it had a handy utility
feature - a hook which could be latched onto a pocket; once fastened it could
not fall off or slip away. Many around me found it attractive. And I thought
that's the reason why I lost it!!!!
I had a fixed place where I would keep my
keys, wrist-watch, etc, there was no misplacement possible. Anyways, with all
my search in vain, I reconciled to the fact that it was not to be found again;
I conceded to using my back-up key set which had a drab plastic identity
tab attached to it. Still mourning from the loss of my adorable key chain I
refused to get a good one for my back-up keys.
As luck would have it, I lost the back-up
too!!! Losing an inch in the perpetual tug-of-war with my spouse, as is the
case with every couple, I swallowed my pride, borrowed my husband's key set and
got a duplicate made.
Later, the loss of two lipsticks
convinced me of theft by my domestic help's little daughters. Their mother is a
trustworthy woman. I wanted to wait for the right moment to ask her as she was
in the middle of a family crisis. Time flew by and nothing was ever lost
again.
Last week, I set out to empty my trendy
handbag which I had put to disuse as it had a tiny tear in the in-seam stitch
of an inner section. I had lost coins, pens, hair-pins, etc through this tear
but could always re-cover from the space between the bottom of the handbag and
the cloth sections. I would ignore the clank and clink of the coins, and with
the arrival of my brand new designer handbag, I treated the old handbag as a
piggy-bank to be accessed on a rainy day.
I had decided to give away the old
handbag to someone who could use it; so I set out to enrich myself with some
coins and started emptying the bag thoroughly. I had to increase the tear just
to mine the heavy, metallic treasure it held at its base. Lo and behold....I
found my key-set as well its low-profile back-up. I could not believe my eyes;
how could two big key sets manage to slip in through such a teeny-tiny
tear?
The
excitement outlasted a few bragging sessions with some fellows. But all the
while there was an undercurrent of thought; was there a message in all this? All
the while the old handbag was in my wardrobe, in my plain sight, even when I
was fretting about my prized possession. I had to undergo a cathartic emptying of
sorts and let go of some old baggage to find what I had lost.
It was
right in front of my eyes all the time – my old handbag – I had just ignored
it. A tiny insignificant careless tear, if not fixed in time, can make us lose
something invaluably big. ‘A stitch in time saves...’ ahhh those childhood
lessons we tend to ignore.
Yes,
there was a Spiritual message, not one but three. Let go of old baggage /
issues; in the process flush old stuff out, keep what’s required and dump the
rest, catharsis is important. And lastly, try not to have loose ends and small
tears, in bags, relationships or anything else.
The loss
was meant for me to find newer meanings. I shared this episode with my Spiritual Guide; he smiled, because I had got the messages after all.
And yes,
I found the lipsticks too.
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