Colors of life

Everyone was appreciating the painting in the hall. Comments of art work, color, the blends of brush and the strokes appealed to everyone. Standing these amidst the people, I wondered what made them say that. I was seeing only a blob, just one color and no strokes of brush at all.
What was wrong? My friend was smiling at me. She pulled me away from the painting and said, now look. And how true, all the colors were now visible, the miniscule dots, the shades of colors that added depth to the work of art. Slight distance made a whole change in the perspective.
Isn’t this exactly how we look at life, every day? Friends and relatives, who were once so dear, have betrayed our trust. Some close relatives or siblings, have let us down although we have been good all the while. All these are so similar to each one of us. Yet do these happen by mere accident or is this also a color that is added in the canvas of our life? Are we viewing everything too close or are we able to watch the painting unfold, from a decent distance?
The blue print of the entire journey, that is life, is already crafted out in various shades. The painter, in His deft strokes has made a beautiful picture of every being. Unaware of the canvas, we reflect only in the pains, the probable dark spots or the failed relationships. We are yet to open our eyes that every person who steps in our journey, right from the nurse who held us the first time we opened our eyes in the world, to the last person who gives us the last drop of water when we move on, are all aids to the color of our journey. The shade of red may be a little long lasting than the shade of purple, or the various hues of indigo may overshadow the tones of orange, yet the net outcome is the flawless painting that the master craftsman paints.
What then are we doing in the canvas?
We are doing exactly what we are meant to do. This is exactly like the inner systems functioning, each independent yet inter dependant. If the stomach decides to rest and feel lethargic one day, we know what happens. If the arteries feel tired and complain of the massive work it has to do, I am sure we will land up on the doctor’s operating table. Just as every system works independent yet inter linked, so too, each one coming in our life, good, bad or ugly, has a role to play, influencing this journey directly or indirectly. A role ever so important as to bring exquisite colors to my painting; without which my canvas would be a white sheet merely.



Do good to others and good will happen to you, the oft quoted comment.
Or, ‘I haven’t done anything wrong to anyone, why should calamities or distress happen to me?
Or, it is a part of our karma, what can we do ?
Distressed, much upset and tired with ups and downs, one clings on to various thoughts, almost like the last resort. Further, there are sooth-sayers, there are comforters, who spare no bones to share their expert guidance. India is a blessed land in this matter- we have philosophers and doctors in every house, who spare no opportunity to share their philosophy.
Can we have a small look at why do we react in the manner as we do. The simplistic answer is – we are used to this. We know no other way out. There is another way as well, which we very easily overlook. The view of a witness! Events, situations, (good or bad) formed in our life, bring about a chain reaction. Our mind moves through the waves, building up further reactions. This vicious cycle continues.
But how do we put a stop or for that matter, ponder on this multidimensional emotional ride that we go through?

The wise say, in order to get over these rides, work in the outer world but keep the focus on the reactions happening in the mind. Hw who is aware of the inner reactions, is able to navigate through these emotions so as not to allow the mind to be dented. A patch on the mind is like the ripple that extends and expands in a way that one is unable to hold the boundaries and thus is easily carried further like the leaf floating on the ripples. The result is a wayward, confused and upset mind, unable to fathom the centre. Such a person wavers from his decisions, allows the confusions to override him and further, makes himself a victim of circumstances.
This is the reason, why the wise of the yore mention ‘observe and be alert’. Alert to the dents on the mind due to accumulation of garbage, alert to the reactions forming due to actions, alert to the loads of memories that create an impression and alert to the loss of faith in our own selves.
Thus karma is not merely what one does externally, but that which is formed in the mind, as a result of a situation. Hence, performing actions as is required at that particular moment is vital. Like the Tao Master Lao Tzu says, ‘Do your work, then step back- The only path to serenity’. Similar words are echoed through Thakur Ramakrishna, ‘While you perform work in the world with one hand, keep the other hand at the feet of Divine Mother’. Lord Krishna speaks to Arjuna in Bhagwat Gita, ‘yoginah karma kurvanti
sangam tyaktv-atma-suddhaye’.

The essence is the same; the language perhaps is seemingly different.

That which is eternity
I fragmented into Time
To name for convenience
I termed it a Deity
To see a part of me
Patterned – figured – colored
The Absolute Removed
A Relative in focus
Unto Him I adjust
In my idolatry way ..



It is the eyes looking beyond the horizon

While ‘i’ wanted to soar

In the cage of do’s and don’ts

Wants and loss

She moves into oblivion


Thus she remains

A mother a wife a sister a daughter

Bonded in strings of ‘love’

Captivated in her own prison

She forgets to breathe her space

Amidst myriad jurisdisctions



Sannyas is her freedom

In search for the Ultimate

Where all bonds perish

All feelings brought to a naught

Beyond books and pages,

She looks at life with open eyes

The lessons are for me

‘I’ the creator of this life

Gone are the shackles of prison

Of bonds that bind in hollow love

Broken remain the chains of want

Desires that now sleep in closeted grove


Unto Thee

In thy loving embrace
…. let me remain..

The orphaned days spent
Forgetting your presence
Now be forgotten …

Let This moments’ pursuit by brightened
In the lamp of Thy grace

I’ve wandered aimless much too long
Disdain and forlorn I looked in vain..

Now let me sit in peace
And Hear your Voice..

In the Soul of My Silence
Let my dark secrets be burned

In the scorch of thy Presence
Till every part of me is alight
With Thy Fire


The Blossoming Flower

Keen to follow the discipline in life, she was gearing herself for the small loopholes so that the practice would be steadfast. Initiated in the lineage of great Masters, she is a devout follower of her Guru. A devotee to the core, she understands and assimilates the language of the Masters in her own little simplistic ways.

Such is the blossoming flower, as I viewed her. Steeped in her devotion that rises from her household, she radiates love to those around her. Yet not a day passes without touching the feet of her parents, even to this day. Her every day living is in communion with the Supreme, not by the fixed time, but every moment.

Much in respect and a keen desire to progress, she asked her father, ‘Guide me father, on what would be my path for the higher?’  He who lives a life of meditation, gently said ‘Be centered, my girl, in every activity throughout the day. You need nothing else’. The words that echoes on and on, coming from the one who is never away from his centre.

Loving the Supreme begins from the step, in the very household that one belongs to, unless one leaves home to take sannyas – a life of a renunciate. When every step, every foothold is decorated in love, in worship, who is bothered about the working or analysis of the mind?

She brought to me – the living version of a devotee.home.jpg

Worship of Prakriti

India has always been the spiritual leader of the world from the past to present. Various functions and rituals that constitute our daily life are indicated towards this spiritual growth, for the common man. Amidst professional struggles, family and relatives, friends and foes, the basic purpose of human birth seem to have been pushed to the backburner.  Thus, all kinds of worship and prayers are targeted towards acquiring ‘happiness’, albeit temporary. Troubled with ill health, the prayer goes out to heal our ailments soon. In search of job or better living, prayers are naturally towards blessings for wealth and prosperity. All these are essential, the must-haves, till one understands the ‘must-haves’ do not complete life even fractionally. Wants increase, desires increase; new ones prop up, the old ones fade into oblivion.

The rishis who continue to bless our land, indicated specific periods and recommended simplistic ways to engage in worship. In the changes of seasons, that affect each one of us in various ways, there are ways and means to appease ‘Nature’, both – the external nature and the internal nature. Balancing this ‘Nature’ aspect in human is comparatively simpler at certain specific times of the year.

This is how Navratris hold a special significance in our country. Two of these are well known to all of us, the Vasant and the Chaitra Navrati. The other two – Ashaad and Maagh Navratris are lesser known and thus they are easily termed as ‘Gupt’, implying ‘Hidden’. To worship Nature (Prakriti) in the form of Devi through the period of 9 auspicious days, is the purpose of Navratri.


In the age of internet and the self styled gurus mushrooming almost at every corner, the do’s and don’ts are abundantly mentioned. Hence by strict regulations, one carries out these specific days of worshiping the Devi-Prakriti. There are mentions of food and fast, what to eat and what not to eat, how to sleep and how to bathe, at the click of the button. The purpose of worship is not merely to attend to the external paraphernalia, but to watch one’s inner nature with acute attention. These 9 days of worship, makes the ‘sadhak’ totally confined in one’s own self, so that one can pay maximum attention to one’s thoughts, behavior, inner friction and latent tendencies that sprout like multi headed hydra. This brings in ‘discipline’ in one’s life, with the blessings of the Devi worship.

Nine auspicious days, when the Moon is vibrantly glowing in Shukla Paksha (waxing phase), the mind remains alert to its wayward tendencies. Using this as an instrument and the brightness of Moon as one’s aid,  the ‘sadhak’  ‘as if’ hides from the world at large, to progress gradually on the path to one’s un-foldment – that which is the primary reason for one’s human birth. Exhibition of one’s devotion and prayers, are best avoided, considering that these are even more personal than one’s personal life.

Never mind if one is not adept in chanting the detailed Sanskrit mantras, never mind if the rituals mentioned are not in total tune with what the pundit suggested – the most important factor is the discipline and devotion by which one conducts oneself in all these days. It is even more important to watch the modification of thoughts, balancing the external and the internal nature.

Since everyone is not attuned to witness the inner silence, these small phases of Navratris are a gift to us, to equip ourselves for fine tuning with better reception facilities.Goddess-Durga-Photo