Twenty- five Seven

A mother’s blessings

August 24, 2012

I don’t know the origin of this email but one of my friends sent it to me last night. I loved the painted feathers though I wonder at the sentiment of a mother’s love. May be birds don’t fly away, but I’ve heard of cats eating up their young and an experiment when a mother monkey stepped on her baby to save herself when the tank in which they were kept was flooded.

But there must be some truth about the blessings of one elders going by the number of trucks and taxis in India with the message behind them “

“Aai wadilancha ashirwad” ( with the blessings of my father and mother).

On the other hand, do blessings really work?

PAINTED FEATHERS

When you can’t control the wind, adjust your sails!!!

This is so beautiful-make sure you read to the bottom.

The painters of these Feathers are outstanding,

But the message below the Feathers, “God’s Wings,” will touch your heart.

God’s wings

After a forest fire in Yellowstone national park, forest rangers began their trek up a mountain to assess the inferno’s damage.

One ranger found a bird literally petrified in ashes, perched statuesquely on the ground at the base of a tree.

Somewhat sickened by the eerie sight, he knocked over the bird with a stick..

When he gently struck it, three tiny chicks scurried from under their dead mother’s wings.

The loving mother, keenly aware of impending disaster, had carried her offspring to the base of the tree and had gathered them under her wings, instinctively knowing that the toxic smoke would rise.

She could have flown to safety but had refused to abandon her babies.

Then the blaze had arrived and the heat had scorched her small body, the mother had remained steadfast….because she had been willing to die, so those under the cover of her wings would live.

‘He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge.’ (Psalm 91:4)
Thoughts before a pooja

August 22, 2012

I woke up before the crack of dawn this morning . We had been meaning to do a Satyanarayan Pooja at the beginning of this year but as Burns said ,” the best made plans of mice and men often go awry” and it was only on Monday evening that Hubby dear decided to have the pooja before anything else cropped up.

Looking back at these past eight months, nothing on earth would have prepared me for the turn of events. I often think back on what went wrong and have come to the conclusion that my only mistake was misplaced trust. I foolishly believed that I had laid a strong foundation and that love given would be reciprocated. But now I truly understand the message of the Geeta – that all actions should be without any expectation because the more you love something, the more likely you are to be hurt by it.But betrayal is hard to face – especially when you are betrayed by the person you love the most. After months of grappling with reality, I am slowly beginning to understand the meaning of equanimity I also know why old people have a sense of calm about them – they have seen so much and know how futile it is to do anything. Everything is pre-destined and we are mere pawns in the game of life.

So as my house is filled with the aroma of freshly made shira, I am waiting for the priest to come. We will then set up the pooja: lay out the wooden stools, put up the banana leaves, get the flowers ready, make the sandal wood paste and then begin to cleanse the air with the chanting of prayers.

I will pray for peace and hope God heals my broken heart.
An eye for an eye

August 21, 2012

(Photo credit: Wikipedia)

An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.
Mahatma Gandhi, (attributed)
Indian political and spiritual leader (1869 – 1948)

The media has been screaming itself hoarse the whole of last week that the unrest in Mumbai, the riots in the North East and the general exodus of North East Indians from various parts of the country have all been the work of the insidious ISI of Pakistan via rumours floated and circulated by them, in yet another attempt at subversive terrorism. Unfortunately our foolish politicians who have organised a march to the Mantralaya this afternoon have just fallen into the trap so cleverly set up by the ISI.

If the protest at Azad Maidan in Mumbai on the 11th of this month was an exercise in futility, the march today is an exercise in stupidity. It is not going to make any point at all and will only serve in further alienating the opposition from the masses proving yet again that if the government is bad, the alternative is no better and that like crabs in the well, we are all just going to pull each other down.