ISKCON Bangalore – 2

At my Yoga Retreat Classes ( level -1 ) at ISKCON, on the first day, they showed my neglible status ( as well the whole class ) in the infinite universe through an audio-visual presentation and at the same time showed the importance of free will ‘the atma’ one have.

In my internal process of thought, there was an unusual turmoil. That was a different sunday, when the lecturers instead of making fun like my friends, used to motivate for introspection. On being asked about being a part of wrong event and the answer of the question”why should I suffer?”, they answered properly. The answer lied in bitter truth- I am responsible for that. (It was again the story of five horses and chariot …) Though the concepts of reincarnation taught in the class is still to be understood by me fully, preoccupied by modern science, but still the universal phenomenon of happenings being controlled by superpower could never be denied.

Then interactive discussions went on topic – “controlling by superpower and free floating free will – consequent sufferings and enjoyment “. Interesting point of discussion was “we remember the supreme, mostly in the hours of need, expectations and forget mostly in the hours of happiness”. To ease out again ,the answer came – the pains at one level is sanctioned for our goodness again. Unless the free will accepts its limitations and goes against the laws of nature, the level increases. In all situations ,the free will must dedicate sufferings to the same, who always provided the plenty of opportunities for enjoyment too.

Other post in the series : ISKCON Bangalore -1

होली की सुबह

होली की सुबह, आँचल का कोना दबाए ,
अँखियाँ बिछाये, एक सजनी सोचती है ,
कहीं दरवाजे पे आहट तो नहीं हुई ,
साजन को गये, शायद बरसों हो गये ।

काश वो आज आते, एक उपहार सजाये,
सासु माँ की नजर बचाकर, वो फिर कहते,
कुछ समझकर, बाकी अनजाने में,
“क्यों जी, आज फिर रंग जाएँ उसी रंग में । “

लाल-हरे, पीले-गुलाबी, दोनों रंग जाते,
सिर्फ साजन रंग दिखता आज आईने में,
गहरे रंगे गाल भी आज गुलाबी दिखते,
स्पंदित फिर काँप जाती देह बेचारी ।

आँगन की रंगोली को देखकर सोचती,
सखियाँ रंगोली में रंग भरेगी,
दोपहर देवर जी की भुतहा टोली पुकारेगी,
“भाभी जी, जरा बाहर आओ, आज होली आई है ।”

शाम को आवाज आती- “बहू माँ, बच्चों को बिठाओ”,
फुदकती वो फिर चाट-पकोड़ी, पुआ-पकवान सजाती,
बस हँसती और चिकोटी काट फिर बता देती उनको
“दीपू भाई, अभी तो दही बड़े बाकी ही हैं । “

“ट्रिंग..ट्रिंग…”
अरे…. । दरवाजे पर सही में आहट हूई है ।

—09 Mar.’06 11:00 AM

Just Thinking….

To make a fun of other’s personality is easiest way to hide one’s own, reverse is most difficult.

To make a fun of happenings is easy, unless one is a part of that.

If words implemented in works make a man, only true love of mass acquired by, makes him a gentleman.

It takes a lot of personal sacrifice and austerity, before the power is bestowed to anyone.