Words can be twisted into any shape. Promises can be made to lull the heart and seduce the soul. In the final analysis, words mean nothing. They are labels we give things in an effort to wrap our puny little brains around their underlying natures, when ninety-nine percent of the time the totality of the reality is an entirely different beast. The wisest person is the silent one. Examine his actions. Judge him by them.
I got on to the bus. Seeing the crowd inside, I was upset. There was no place to sit. Just then, a person vacated his seat.The man standing next to the vacant seat could have sat there, but instead he offered the seat to me.
At the next stop, the same thing happened again. He gave his seat to another. This happened 4 times during the entire journey. The man looked like a normal worker, returning home after a long day at work…
At the last stop when all of us got off, I spoke to him.
“Why were you giving your seat to another person every time you got a vacant seat?” His answer took me by surprise. “I haven’t studied much in my life nor do I know many things. I don’t have much money either. So I don’t have anything much to give to anyone. That’s why I do this everyday. It is something I can do easily.
“After working all day I can stand for a little longer. I gave my seat to you and you said thank you. It gave me satisfaction that I did something for someone. I do this daily & feel I am contributing in some way. I go back home refreshed & happy every day that I gave something to someone.”
I was speechless!
Wanting to do something for someone on a daily basis is the ultimate gift.
This stranger taught me a lot – How easy it is to be rich from within!
Beautiful clothes, lots of money in the bank account, expensive gadgets, accessories & luxuries or even educational degrees – may or may not make you rich and happy; but a small act of giving is enough to make you feel rich & Happy everyday
Though the story is about shrikalahasti, i dont think this carving is not in srikalahasti temple. Looks like its in lepakshi or some other place. Howev##er, let me give you some inputs about the story.
This represents ShriKalahasti (Spider, Snake, Elephant) and bhakta kannappa who offered his eye to lord shiva when his one of the eyes was bleeding. So the name of the temple is Shrikalahastishwara temple and the town is named after this..This town is just 45 km from the world famous Tirumala Tirupati Devastanam of Lord Venkateswara swamy. An interesting and hidden secret is, shrikalahasti swamy is one of the oldests diety in the world. Even much older than TTD. Kalahatiswara was worshipped at this place by Brahma during all four Yugas.
The swamy originally was Karpoora Lingam. But on the request of Vayu deva, it has become a Vayu Lingam. Suras, Asuras, Garuda, Gaandharvas, Kinneras, kimpurushas, Siddhas, Saadhvis, humans and others will worship this Lingam”.
There are several other legends connected to the glory of the temple. Prominent among them is of Parvati who was cursed by Shiva to discard her heavenly body and assume the human form. To get rid of the above curse Parvati did a long penance here. Pleased with her deep devotion Shiva again recreated her body – a hundred times better than her previous heavenly body and initiated various mantras including the Panchakshari. Consequent to this, Parvati gained fame and came to be known as Shiva-Gnanam Gnana Prasunamba or Gnana Prasunambika Devi.
This is called Kasi of South. Like in Kasi, Srisailam, this is very good for all the tantras particularly all bhairava tantra.
Ghanakala, Mayura, Chandra and Devendra were also freed from their curses after taking bath in the river Swarnamukhi and praying at Srikalahasti. To Bhakta Markandeya, Shiva appeared in Srikalahasti and preached that a Guru alone could make esoteric teachings and, therefore he is Brahma, Vishnu and Maheswara.
This is the only temple in India which remains open during Solar and lunar eclipses, while, all other temples are closed.This temple is famous for Rahu-Kethu pooja. It is believed that performing this pooja will ward the people from astrological effects of Rahu and Kethu.
Sometimes in the dark of the night, I visit my conscience To see if it is still breathing, For its dying a slow death Every day.
When I pay for a meal in a fancy place. An amount which is perhaps the monthly income Of the guard who holds the door open. And quickly I shrug away that thought, It dies a little.
When I buy vegetables from the vendor, And his son “chhotu” smilingly weighs the potatoes, Chhotu, a small child, who should be studying at school. I look the other way It dies a little.
When I am decked up in a designer dress, A dress that cost a bomb And I see a woman at the crossing, In tatters,trying unsuccessfully to save her dignity. And I immediately roll up my window. It dies a little.
When I buy expensive gifts for my children, On return, I see half clad children, With empty stomach and hungry eyes, Selling toys at red light I try to save my conscience by buying some, yet It dies a little.
When my sick maid sends her daughter to work, Making her bunk school I know I should tell her to go back. But I look at the loaded sink and dirty dishes, And I tell myself that is just for a couple of days It dies a little.
When I hear about a rape or a murder of a child, I feel sad, yet a little thankful that it’s not my child. I can not look at myself in the mirror, It dies a little.
When people fight over caste creed and religion. I feel hurt and helpless I tell myself that my country is going to the dogs, I blame the corrupt politicians, Absolving myself of all responsibilities It dies a little.
When my city is choked. Breathing is dangerous in the smog ridden metropolis, I take my car to work daily , Not taking the metro,not trying car pool. One car won’t make a difference, I think It dies a little.
So when in the dark of the night, I visit my conscience And find it still breathing I am surprised. For, with my own hands Daily, bit by bit, I kill it, I bury it.
About 6 months ago, my neighbor asked us if we wouldn’t mind sharing our Wi-Fi password. We decided to give it to him because it wouldn’t cost us anything extra, and because we got along with him. Yesterday, as I was getting out of the car, the neighbor was at his door, getting ready to come outside. I stopped to talk a bit as he held the door open. He happily told me he now had Netflix. At that, jokingly I said: ′′I work hard, I barely have time to watch TV, but, if you could lend us your password to watch some shows, we’d appreciate it “. A voice was heard in the distance, inside the house. It was his wife, ′′We can’t give the password to them, because I’m the one who pays the bill and I can’t share it.” The man apologized and I said it was no problem. We kept talking about other things, and as I left, he stayed working outside. When I happened to look outside a little while later, I noticed the man’s wife come outside. She seemed very nervous and upset. They both went into the house. After a few minutes, he and his wife came to my door to tell me the Wi-Fi password wasn’t working anymore. I looked at them and said, ′′ I changed my password, because it’s me paying the bill and I can’t share it “. The wife turned red and tried to say something, but I said, ′′Ma’am, I have my network and you have your Netflix, everything is fine and everyone is happy”. They turned around and left. They never spoke to me again.
This story isn’t mine, but here’s the lesson I learned from it:
Friendship must be mutual.
Love must be mutual.
Affection must be mutual. In 2020 I intend to return silence with silence, absences with absences, affection with affection, friendship with friendship and loyalty with loyalty. No more one-sided feelings. Feelings must be mutual.
Most of my life has been spent trying to shrink myself.Trying to become smaller, quieter, less sensitive, less opinionated, less needy. Because I did not want to be a burden. I didn’t want to push people away. I wanted people to like me. I wanted to be cared for and valued. I wanted to be wanted. So for years. I sacrificed my self for the sake of making other people happy. And for years I sufferd. But I m tired of suffering and I m done shrinking . It is not my job to change who I m in order to become someone else ‘s idea of a worthwhile human being. I m worthwhile not beacause other people think I m. But beacause I exist and therefore I matter. My voice matters. My thoughts matter. My feelings matter. And with or without anyone’s permission or approval. I will continue to be who I am and speak my truth. Even if it makes people angry. Even if it makes them uncomfortable . Even if they choose to leave. I refuse to shrink. I choose to take up space. I choose honor my feelings. I choose to give myself permission to get my needs met.” “I CHOOSE ME”
At the naughty age of 50… We had our school reunion…one of my friend mentioned – look at the girls..they are still looking so beautiful 😍…even today,I skipped a heart beat looking at my crush ..😀. But the boys are looking so old…many are bald with protruding tummies & shrunken faces …😔
Made me think…what makes a person beautiful? Is it just looks?
Obviously it’s nice to look good…it may boost ones confidence & social interactions …but is it enough?
I guess there is a vast difference between ‘looking’ beautiful & ‘being’ beautiful…
A lady who has disfigured her body during pregnancy …now she is struggling with her complexes… ..but yet she is the source of unconditional love for family …is beautiful…
A bald, obese man who is facing multiple professional challenges…yet he is the source of rock solid support for the family…is a beautiful person…
A working lady …stressing herself out with balancing work & home… still finds time for her ill mother in law neglecting her taunts…is beautiful 😊
The fragrance of love & care spread by them is far superior to any strong perfume …
Eventually the beauty of body will fade one day…but the beauty of soul will not…
Personally….how you ‘ look’ matters for first few minutes…but how you ‘are’ ..matters lifetime…😊
No tuition fees… No maintenance fees… No school no fees.. Online class???? Ohh that’s a joke.
With the whole COVID-19 situation, a lot of teachers are facing a very unique challenge.
No, it’s not the saree challenge, nor its the motherhood challenge.
The challenge demanded that they go through digital transformation overnight. Teachers said: Challenge accepted (They hid their tech-fears behind a simple smile because children’s learning is at stake)
The challenge demanded that they have to open their house for public viewing Teachers said: Challenge accepted. (They suppressed their inhibitions, foregone their privacy because children’s learning is at stake)
The challenge demanded that they have to make do with limited or no resources. Teachers said: Challenge accepted. (They started working overtime to plan for teaching without any resources because children’s learning is at stake)
The challenge demanded that they may not be paid their full salaries. Teachers said: Challenge accepted. (They started worrying deep in their heart about their own families. But, they were undeterred because children’s learning is at stake)
The challenge demanded that they may need to teach while 30-odd parents are watching over their shoulder judging them for their every little move including but not limited to their voice modulation, pronunciation, grammar, knowledge, love & warmth Teachers said: Challenge accepted. (It didn’t matter because the children’s learning is at stake)
My appreciation and respect for these relentless fighters can’t be expressed in words. I want to salute all the gurus across the world who continued to take on the challenges that were piled upon them because children’s learning is at stake and they care!
Kudos to the teaching fraternity who lead by example…. Salute to your relentless spirit… 😊🙏👍👏
What a Trap this covid is turning out to be. Cases increasing But people used to it and getting restless The number of people out on the streets has increased considerably. Most without masks…. What guts.
The vaccine is still months away to say the least. Cases are closing in at neighbouring buildings…. Wonder if it will be our building next…. hope not.
But somehow, it seems as if we can only delay the inevitable….
Man, this one is a game changer. Lucky those who have had it and come out clean. They now have anti bodies in them hence they are safe.
We have lost so many. The world has lost so many more. Everywhere there is Under reporting for sure. And the number of those being tested is also so less compared to our population. If we test many more, we will perhaps realise we have lakhs of cases more than reported.
But the panic is over People have learned to live with the fear. Home quarantine has helped ease the load on hospitals. Not everyone needs to be admitted . That’s some relief.
But life as we had begun to get used to, the usual hustle and bustle, the fast pace, parties and nite outs, dinners and gatherings, those big fat weddings, the weekend cinema, ipl cricket at the stadiums, music concerts, bars and restaurants, holiday trips all over india and abroad….gosh allready a thing of the past.
We all seem More grounded now The mad rush has settled. The planet needed it We needed it. Mindless madness….and we had all gotten used to it.
Now time to introspect. To stand and stare. To chill.
2020 is eventually become all zeros 0000.
But inspite of it all, one thing never changes….. LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL Keep the faith Stay safe Stay happy stay blessed
Watch Breathe 2 on amazon and Andekhi on sony liv. Yeh sab kabhi theatre me nahi milega😜😜