The Secret of Resilience

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It is human nature- indeed animal nature- to protect one’s own turf. Whether it is threat to family, home environs, or one’s physical or emotional well being. Since the world we live in manifests all the laws of the jungle, survival becomes a strategic imperative often.

We all have our favourite dreams: a Tolkienesque escape world of peace and tranquility. We would be puttering around dreamily, away from the harsh realities:even as the  armies of dark menace starts gathering faraway. We  yearn for poetry and peace, theatre and music; tasty meals and wonderful books. Who cares about the turmoil anyway? But as the newspaper arrives, we are jolted back to the darkness, the heaviness of depression setting down on one’s sensibilities yet again.

I have come to cherish moments of calm, knowing that what the morrow brings would be beyond my control. To enjoy the sunshine when it falls on my chair as I sit near the patio, and breathe. As simple as that. A day in which my loved ones are safe and sound, and there are no pressing worries, is indeed a day of bliss.

Gratitude for what we have, I have realized, is a prayer worth chanting. It is on days of stress that we need to count the blessings more.

Once I read a sentence: ‘God runs a beauty parlour’. It hinted that the ‘inner’ beauty is vital to well being.

If the heart were a home, what would be inside it?

The dark curtains of dank frustration, the green stinking floors of envy, the poisonous fumes of hatred and wrath ensconcing everything, and the dirt of malicious gossip staining the walls? The sofas piled with tonnes of greed, the book racks filled with volumes on viciousness and manipulation?

or

Beauty, order, cleanliness, peace and joy?

Filling our inner selves with happiness, is a choice which is totally dependent on us. We are the owners of that precious turf and have to defend our own!

Whatever be the plotting of the metaphorical armies of Mordor, the heart of every human being can be defended against the deadly glance of the Saurons of the world. We have to guard fiercely our inner reserves of joy, delight, beautiful thoughts, love, compassion, strength….Strangely, the reservoir of all delightful words which bring in a rush of happiness also can be interpreted as the manifestation of the Divine.

We have to visit God’s beauty parlour frequently. And come back, truly strong. The secret source of resilience to combat the worldly duels of every day? Now you know too.

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Querencia in Many Guises…

My daughter laughs at her Physics Lab escapades. Murphy has got his law right, apparently. And she believes, in a blissful spiritual mode, that the Universe wants her to pursue pure Math !

May you always be at a place where learning graces you with warmth, the guidance of great mentors and the comfort of true friends. A place where you feel at home. A sanctum sanctorum. A holy place. Where you can laugh out loud and free. No fears, no recriminations. Only encouragement and growth. And yes, in case you stumble at times, someone around to give a hug and a cup of coffee. Until you get up, dust off that misery, and walk again, with head held high.

My prayer is silent.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

As always, You will guide us to the path that You know is best for us.

May we have the sense to follow, and the humility to listen when You beckon.

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I watched ‘ The perks of being a wall flower.’ What a movie. Inexplicably, it brought to mind Murakami’s novel, ‘Norwegian Wood’. Maybe the death of the best friend and  all that intense suffering. And that vinyl of Beatles.

Loneliness, the need for companionship, and a place to belong.

‘Maybe we accept the love we think we deserve.’

That was stark and precise. Deep and mystical.

And explains many a relationship, many a friendship, many a turn in life.

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A nice word to chew over in the wintry sunlight?

Querencia…

Copying from Wiki…

querencia is a place the bull naturally wants to go to in the ring, a preferred locality… It is a place which develops in the course of the fight where the bull makes his home. It does not usually show at once, but develops in his brain as the fight goes on. In this place he feels that he has his back against the wall and in his querencia he is inestimably more dangerous and almost impossible to kill.

 

 

 

ബഹളമില്ലാത്ത ജോലികൾ

For-most-of-history-Anonymous-was-a-woman.

ഏറ്റവും കൂടുതൽ തൊഴിലില്ലായ്മ ഉള്ള സംസ്ഥാനങ്ങളിൽ കേരളവും പെടുന്നു എന്ന് വാർത്ത. എൻ്റെ ചിന്ത പോയത് ‘തൊഴിൽ’ എന്ന ശബ്ദത്തിനെ ചുറ്റിപ്പറ്റിയാണ്. എവിടെയോ ബേസിക് ഇക്കണോമിക്‌സ് ക്ലാസ്സിൽ ‘ If a man marries his housekeeper, the GDP falls’ എന്ന് പ്രൊഫെസ്സർ പരാമർശിച്ചത് ഓർത്തുപോയി. വീട്ടുപണി കൂലിയ്ക്കു ചെയ്താൽ സാമ്പത്തിക ശ്രേണിയിൽ പെടും, ഇല്ലെങ്കിലോ? ആരും കാണാത്ത, വില കൊടുക്കാത്ത ജോലി! അസംഘടിത മേഖലയാണല്ലോ വീട്ടുപണിയും!

ലോകത്തിൽ എവിടെയാണെങ്കിലും ,ചില ജോലികൾ വലിയ ബഹളമില്ലാതെ ആരെങ്കിലും ചെയ്താലേ വീട്, വീടായിരിക്കൂ:
തൂക്കുക, പൊടി തുടയ്ക്കുക, ബാത്റൂം വൃത്തിയാക്കുക, വസ്ത്രങ്ങൾ അലക്കുക, ഇസ്തിരിയിടുക, ചെടികൾ നട്ടു നനയ്ക്കുക, ആഹാരം വയ്ച്ചു വിളമ്പുക, പാത്രങ്ങൾ കഴുകുക, തുരുമ്പിച്ചതും, ജീർണിച്ചതുമായ വസ്തുക്കളെ കളയുക, മാലിന്യ നിർമാർജ്ജനം….
ഇതും അന്തവും, ആദിയുമില്ലാത്ത തൊഴിൽ തന്നെ. പൈസയ്ക്ക് ചെയ്യിച്ചാൽ കുടുംബത്തിന്റെ മുക്കാൽ ബഡ്ജറ്റും കൊണ്ട് പോകുന്ന ‘വിലപിടിച്ച സേവനങ്ങൾ.’
ഇതിനോടൊപ്പം കുഞ്ഞുങ്ങളെ വളർത്തുന്നതും കൂടിയാകുമ്പോൾ, ‘ഇക്കണോമിക്‌സ്’ പഠിക്കാതെ തന്നെ, ‘ദൈവമേ, ഇതെല്ലാം കാശിനു ചെയ്യിക്കാനിരുന്നാൽ ജോലിസ്ഥലത്തു ഉണ്ടാക്കുന്ന കാശു മുഴുവനായും പലർക്കും കൊടുക്കേണ്ടി വന്നേനെ’ എന്ന് വ്യക്തമാവുകയും ചെയ്യും.
ഇത് വെറും സാധാരണ കുടുംബ കാര്യം. ഇതൊക്കെ ഒരു വിഷയമാണോ എന്ന് ചിന്തിച്ചേക്കാം.

രണ്ടിടത്താണ് വിഷയം സ്പർശിക്കുന്നത് : വീട്ടിലെ ഒരിക്കലും ഒടുങ്ങാത്ത ജോലികൾക്കിടയിൽ തന്നിലെ പ്രതിഭയെ വളർത്താനാവാത്ത സ്ത്രീകൾ ( ‘ A room of one’s own’ ഇൽ Virginia Woolf വ്യക്തമാക്കിയതാണ്); പിന്നെ നിറഞ്ഞ മനസ്സോടെ വീട്ടിലെ എല്ലാ പണികളും ചെയ്താലും, മാധവിക്കുട്ടിയുടെ ‘കോലാട്’ എന്ന ചെറുകഥയിലെ വീട്ടമ്മയെ പോലെ ഒരിക്കലും അംഗീകാരം ലഭിക്കാത്ത സ്ത്രീകൾ.

എല്ലാ തൊഴിലിനും വിലയുണ്ട്, ഏതു ജോലിയും അഭിമാനത്തോടെ ചെയ്യണം എന്ന് നമ്മൾ പഠിച്ചിട്ടുണ്ടെങ്കിലോ? അപ്പോൾ ആരെയും നാം വിലകുറച്ചു കാണില്ല; ജോലിയുടെ പേരിൽ വീമ്പിളക്കില്ല , മറ്റുള്ളവരെ അപഹസിക്കില്ല. ഭംഗിയായി വീട് നോക്കുന്ന സ്ത്രീയെയും പുരുഷനേയും ബഹുമാനത്തോടെ കാണും, അവരിൽ നിന്നും പഠിക്കാൻ നോക്കും. ഭംഗിയായി ഏതു ജോലി ചെയ്യുന്നവരെയും മനസ്സിൽ നമിക്കും. പണ്ട് Emerson പറഞ്ഞിട്ടുണ്ട്.

‘If a man has good corn or wood, or boards, or pigs, to sell, or can make better chairs or knives, crucibles or church organs, than anybody else, you will find a broad hard-beaten road to his house, though it be in the woods.’

വിവേകാനന്ദനും പറഞ്ഞിട്ടുണ്ടല്ലോ : ‘ദിവസവും വിഡ്ഢിത്തം പുലമ്പുന്ന പ്രൊഫെസ്സറെ ക്കാളും നല്ല ജോഡി ചെരുപ്പുണ്ടാക്കുന്ന ചെരുപ്പ് കുത്തിയാവുന്നതാണ് നല്ലത്.’

പറയാൻ എളുപ്പമാണ്. പക്ഷെ ജീവിച്ചു കാണിക്കാൻ പ്രയാസവും. ‘തൊഴിൽ’/വൊക്കേഷൻ /ജോലി എന്നതിന് നമ്മൾ വിചാരിച്ചാൽ പല തലങ്ങളും നൽകാം. അതിനു സജ്ജമായ മനസ്സാണ് ആദ്യമായി ആർജ്ജിക്കേണ്ടത് എന്ന് തോന്നുന്നു.

Kishkinda Kanda…Continued..19

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Dekhiat chakrabak khag naahim/ Kalihi payi jimi dharm paraahim//

Usar brashayi trin nahim jaama/ Jimi harijan hiyam upaj na kaama//

One cannot sight the Chakravak bird anywhere; it has fled like Dharma in Kaliyug!

In a barren land, in spite of the heavy rains, not even a shoot of grass sprouts. The analogy is of a devotee of Hari, whose mind is unmoved by desires.

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Bibidh janthu sankul mahi braaja/ praja baad jimi payi suraaja//

 Jah tah rahe padhik dhaki naana/Jimi indriya gan upajem gyaana//

The earth looks splendid with variety of flora and fauna.  It is like a prosperous kingdom where the citizens thrive with good governance.

One can see many travelers resting by the wayside, all enervated. It reminds one of how- by gaining an inner awakening- the tendency of the senses to be beguiled by sensualities cease.

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Doha

Kabahu diwas mah nibid tam kabahuk  pragat patang/

Binsai upajai gyan jimi payi kusangh susangh//

Sometimes (due to rainclouds), even in daytime it becomes greatly dark, and sometimes the sun appears;

It is akin to wisdom disappearing in the companionship of the wicked, and reappearing in that of the good.

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Doha

Kabahu prabal bah marut jah tah megh bilahim/

Jimi kapoot ke upajem kul saddharm nasaahim//

Sometimes due to a violent storm, the clouds vanish from sight;

When an evil progeny is born in a family, the fame and name of the clan soon disappears.

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Barsha bigat sarad ritu aayi/ Lachiman dekhahu param suhayi//

Bhoolem kaas sakal mahi chaayi/ Janu barshaam krit pragat budayi//

Hey Lakshman! Look, the rains have receded and the beautiful Sharad season (autumn) has arrived. The white petals of the Kaas are covering the earth.

It seems as if the rainy season has announced its old age by showering the -white hair like- swirls of Kaas flowers.

Note: Month of Sharad refers to August-October period encompassing the months of Bhadrapada and Ashwin

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Udit Agasthy pandh jal sosha/ Jimi lobhahi soshayi santhosha//

Sarita sar nirmal jal soha/ Santh hriday jas gat mad moha//

Like the rising of the Star Agastya calms the turbulent waters, the heart is calmed by happiness and greed is removed;

The waters of the rivers and lakes are radiant like the hearts of sages-free of lust and desires.

Note: Star Canopus aka Agastya is called ‘The cleanser of the waters ‘.

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Ras ras sookh sarith sar pani/ Mamta tyag karahim jimi gyani//

Jaani sarad ritu khanjan aaye/ Paayi samay jimi sukrit suhaaye//

The waters of the river and ponds are drying up slowly. It is akin to a mature person giving up attachments.

The wagtail has appeared heralding the autumn. It is like the advent of auspicious tidings.

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Pank na renu soh asi dharni/ Niti nipun nrip kai jasi karni//

Jal sankoch bikal fai meena/ Abudh kutumbi jimi dhanheena//

There is neither clay nor dust; earth is resplendent like the deeds of a righteous ruler.

Due to lack of water, the fishes are troubled; like the foolish householder gets worried over lack of money.

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Binu dhan nirmal soh akaasa/ Harijan iva parihari sab aasa//

Kahu kahu brishti saardi dhori/ Kovu ek paav bhagati jimi mori//

Without the inkling of any cloud, the sky is so pristine in appearance. It is similar to how the devotees of God are radiant when they give up worldly desires.

The autumnal rains are falling in very few places; similarly very few attain true devotion to me in their lives.

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Doha :

Chale harashi taji nagar nrip tapas banik bhikhari/

Jimi haribhagati payi shram tajahim ashrami chari//

(At the onset of the month of Sarad) Raja, sanyasi, merchant and beggar, in search of victory, salvation, commerce and bhiksha respectively, have left the city.

It is like the bhaktas of SriHari- engaged in the four Dharmic ashramas of Brahmacharya, Grihastya, Vanaprastha and Sanyasa – are detachedly doing their duties while devoted  to the Lord.

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Dinner and Other Poems( Prof Veeran Kutty, Poetry Translations from Malayalam)

1. Flame of the Forest

That lone tree-

In the midst of the green valley!

Perhaps it bloomed suddenly,

Recollecting

A childhood memory:

Of being terrified at the sight of fire!

2. Word

I do not remember the day

I was born.

But the day I died

Was not like that.

It was the day

When I could not keep

The word

I had given you.

3. Haiku

Did love rain within?

Look at the sky above you

Resplendent rainbow!

4. Dinner

Apology!

I made an error

In the invitation I sent

Requesting you to come home.

Happened in my haste-

I have no home.

5. Freedom

Why bewail the withering

And falling of a leaf?

Betwixt the seperation and drop

It lives the life of a bird

For a moment

At least.

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For Rumi and other poems: Prof.VeeranKutty( Translation from Malayalam)

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1. Less and Less

Before we saw each other,

How big we thought of

Each other!

After meeting, we became a tad

Smaller

In each other’s eyes.

Now, when we start walking together,

Will we become less and less

That we render each other

Totally insignificant?

Isn’t it such a relief

That God keeps Himself

Beyond our sight?!

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2. Opinion

My words were firm like rock,

In those times.

How many could refrain from stumbling

Over its sturdiness?

How many escaped bleeding a bit?

Later,

Like flexible, obedient

Clay,

Certain water- tricks happened;

It thinned out.

Afterwards,

Like water

Which adapts to the vessel,

It shed its original form.

Today,

It is like vapour,

Wind,

Floats around: beyond my own

Control.

Like an aging body,

Yearning to merge with the earth,

Why is it systematically

Acquiring the habit of lightness?

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3. For A While

How very stupid

Of me,

That I presumed

That the light you carried,

Traveller,

Would forever render

Bright,

My small house by the way side!

Although the truth remains

That for a while,

It sparkled too,

In your light.

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4.  Every Leaf

We sit and count

The  total number of leaves

In all the trees

Of this earth.

The leaves do not cooperate

One bit.

They do not care the least.

Every leaf,

Ultimately

Is a single entity.

Although the realisation

Strikes,

Only when it is shed.

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5. For Rumi

The flute sings:

What if I got hurt?

I could stay awhile

With your lips.

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Thottu-Thottu Nadakumbol ( When they walk, Brushing against each other) : Prof Veeran Kutty (Translation from Malayalam)

 

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When two lovers walk

Brushing against each other,

God spreads all the paths

Before them-

Those that were rolled up

Till then.

They would hardly notice,

All that velvety-softness

Since they would be walking

Above the earth in those moments.

TWO

When two lovers walk

Brushing against each other,

God’s train that comes loaded

With words,

Misses its original track

Before them;

Though they would not be partaking

Any word from it at all.

They would have already mastered

The art of speaking

Without words by then.

THREE

When two lovers walk

Brushing against each other,

They would be gifted a time-book

Wherein the seasons vanish,

In the turn of a page.

They would hardly cast a glance at it,

Since their journey had started

Ages before.

FOUR

Finally,  becoming frustrated,

God might reduce the space

On earth,

For making just one of them stand.

That day, for the first time

They would be satisfied with

God’s generosity.

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Two Beautiful Books- Deepa Nisanth, Paul Kalanithi

What is common to  a book written by an extraordinarily gifted young  neurosurgeon in Stanford during his fight with lung cancer, and the memoirs of a young professor who teaches Malayalam in a verdant campus in Kerala?

Both are breathtakingly endearing.

Paul Kalanithi’s book, ‘ When Breath Becomes Air’, stuns the reader with its beautiful prose, its penetrating observations, and the sheer magnificence of a well lived life. The author, who had done formal studies in both Literature, Philosophy, and Neurosurgery from some of the world’s top Universities, lost his life while writing his book. It is dedicated to his  little daughter, Cady.

As soon as I finished the book, I found myself rushing to give it to a colleague who appreciates fine writing and thoughts- especially on life and death. “Please read this today,” I said, “it is simply amazing.My only thought now is- Thank God for a healthy life. It is the most precious gift  granted to me but denied to many who probably deserve it much more than me.” We had been discussing stupidities which entrap our life energies earlier that day.

Certain books have to be read. With a pencil in hand. The poems and philosophical quotes which liberally glitter in almost every page of this small book, showcase an incandescent mind. With his surgeon’s hands, Paul saved  many, many lives. With his poet’s mind he observed and tucked away memories to recreate a beautiful philosophy of living for his readers.

I was struck by an anecdote when Paul describes a patient saying,’ Everything is so sad…’ as he puts an electrode in his brain. Certain areas of our mesmerising brains, apparently cater to feelings of overwhelming sadness and melancholy.Could it be, I wondered later- on  reading about his  doctor friend Jeff’s suicide after a failed surgery on a patient – that relentless toil without any rest,  overwhelms that particular part of the brain? Another memory flashed: of a top graduate of a Japanese University hurling herself to a similiar death after working overtime for three days in a row without any rest. Could sleep, that much eulogised nectar, be truly a life giving breath? That angel stroke which will release the pressure building  due to overwork and lack of rest on that  spot of brain attuned to melancholy ?

Looking at a patient as a human being vs looking at him as a problem to be solved (tick off boxes) : Paul elaborated on that aspect from two angles -when he himself became the perpetrator , as when he became  the sufferer. By describing his brilliant, empathetic oncologist who epitomized what an ideal cave giver should be, he made me reflect on the  ineffable ways of healing.

Paul’s wife Lucy completed the epilogue in this book.

Reading about people who knew what to treasure, and how to treasure -that is always eye opening. When we live lives fraught with pettiness, dealing often with hollow men all around, such books come as a refreshing breath of air.

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Deepa Nisanth’s book, ‘ Nananju teerta mazhakal ‘ is the second in her series of memoirs.  I was new to her writing but immediately felt a close affinity. The childhood scenes, the adolescence, the waking up of a young woman into a sensitive observer…the book made delightful reading.

I admire her simplicity, lack of pretentiousness, her scalpel sharp observations, her truly liberal soul confident of deep love from those who matter.

The death of her cousin brother who taught her cycling, the memory of escaping a brutal man in the nick of time, the realisation of toys being denied to children in some repeated pattern of ‘storing away’  that we learn from our own parents, the hilarious episode of bingeing during family visits, the episode of falling sick and yearning for one’s mother…I finished the whole book in one sitting.

What a loss it would have been if Deepa had studied engineering instead of Malayalam. When K R Meera recounted in a channel, her story of intentionally derailing her father’s plan of making her an engineer, and escaping into the world of literature and journalism  albeit through a convoluted study path of Chemistry and Communicative English, I had felt the same relief! Professor Leelavathy had been guided to study Malayalam by her professor when she had topped Science in the whole jurisdiction. I recollected that too.

Or perhaps, I am wrong. I adore Dr.Gangadharan’s writings and he is a renowned oncologist. Paul Kalanidhi was a scientist and surgeon. Dr Abraham Verghese who wrote the foreword for Paul’s book is again a very successful doctor who is also a brilliant writer. And Priya A.S. who wrote the foreword to Deepa’s book, is working in a University in the administrative side. Ah, the  lovely lines she writes!  So a formal education in literature may not be imperative to becoming a great writer.😁

As for me, it is a truly blessed day, when I get to be in the company of dazzling minds-expressing the best of what we can be.

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Inspirations…

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When I was twelve, my mother gave me a small book- it was so small as to be kept within one’s palm. It contained the inspirational quotes of Swami Vivekananda.

For me, it was wondrous: this handsome sage telling that it was better to build a pair of strong shoes as a humble mochi, than to spout nonsense as a professor who has long stopped learning!  He said that the best way to forget one’s own sorrows was to reach out to remove those of another. He reiterated that infinite energy flowed through one, as one tried to make a difference by service- it was a universal law of the spirit.

I spent many happy hours debating on his quotations with my best friend, my namesake. In fact during a school tour, our Physics teacher was perplexed to see us analysing ‘why playing football was better to build nerves of steel than by rot learning of religious studies.’An age of innocence- that is all I can reflect about it right now.

Why am I referring to that book again?If anyone were to ask me to name a book that has transformed my life- that little dog eared copy of Vivekananda’s quotes, published by Ramakrishna Ashram, would be it! So many times, when I had felt like giving up, lying down and just let endless sleep wash over all the travails, it has been his vibrant quotations that gave me new energy and focus.

Why do we need inspiring people? Why do we need to read motivational quotations? Because, not every day is sunny and shining with possibilities. More often than not, it is a dreary, dark wintry day of hopelessness. The dark news from around the world make you wish to stop reading totally. Yet, life is meaningless without action.

And then he says from beyond: Wake up, and stop not until the goal is reached. You set a new target and you toil on- knowing that the efforts will not be in vain. The universal law springs into action and you find yourself carried by a buoyant spirit, and sunshine trickles right back in!

May every parent put a book of motivational quotations into her child’s hands. Three decades down the lane, the memory of one would make some tired traveller take another step down the road of life-with grit and determination.

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Jaan Busundi Sambu Girijavu (41): As Known by Kaka Bhusundi, Lord Shiva and Ma Girija

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Sree Ramji and Vibheeshan conversation ( Sundar Kand  Continued)

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Ab mai kusal mitte bhay bhare/dekhi Ram pad kamal tumhare//

Tumh kripal jaa par anukoola/taahi na byap tribidhi bhav soola//

Hey Lord! After seeing your lotus feet, I am feeling wonderful, all my great fears have been removed

Hey Compassionate One! On whom you bestow your kindness, he escapes the three piercings  from the trident of worldly woes- spiritual, mental and physical

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Mai nisichar ati adham subhavu/subh acharanu keenh nahim kavu//

Jaasu roop muni dhyan na aava/tehim Prabhu harashy hridayam mohi laava//

I am a very wicked Rakshasa, I have never conducted myself in the proper way

The One whose form is unattainable even in the meditations of sages, that great Lord himself , happily embraced me to his heart!

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Doha:

Ahobhagya mam amit ati Ram kripa sukh punj/

Dekhevu nayan biranchi siv sebya jugal pad kanj//

Hey incarnation of kindness and giver of utmost happiness! It is my supreme fortune( beyond any boundary) that-

I could see with my own eyes the beautiful twin lotus feet that is worshipped by both Lord Brahma and Lord Shiv

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Sunahu sakha nij kahavu subhavu/jaan  Busundi, Sambhu Girijavu//

Jaum nar hoyi charachar drohi/aavai sabhay saran taki mohi//

( SreeRamji said-) Hey Friend! Listen, I will tell you about my nature, which is known to Kaka Bhushundi, Shivji and Ma Girija

Even if a person is an evil doer to the whole world, suppose he comes to me stricken with fear and seeking refuge-

(Note: Kaka Bhushundi is the crow who remembered who Sree Ram was in reality. He is supposed to have been the disciple of Ssage Lomash, cursed for being indolent and disrespectful. But he was given a boon that in all his births, he would remember the name of Ram )

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Taji madd moh kapad cchal naana/karavu sangh tehi sadhu samaana//

Janani janak bandhu sut daara/tanu dhanu bhawan suhrid parivaara//

And if he gives up ego, desire and other forms of duplicity, then I shall  very soon make him equivalent to a sage

Mother, father, brother,son,woman, body, house, friend, and family-

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Sab kai mamta taag batory/mam pad manahi baandh bari dory//

Samadarsy iccha kacchu nahim/harash sok bhay nahim mann mahim//

Whoever, gathers  all those affectionate attachments and the labels of love and puts them in a light raft and ties it to my feet(the one who makes Me the centre of all his worldly existence)

The one who possesses equanimity, who is free from extreme joy, sorrow or fear in his mind

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As sajjan mam ur bas kaisem/lobhi hridayam basayi dhanu jaisem//

Tumh sarikhe sant priy modem/dharavu deh nahim aan nihorem//

That pure soul  dwells constantly in my heart, like money dwells within the heart of the avaricious

Saints like you are dear to me, I  do not assume the human form to oblige anyone else ( I assume the human form to protect  pure souls like you)

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