Re-sharing an old post… Ram – just the name calms one down. Soothes the nerves and brings tranquility. Imagine what love for Ram can bring to his bhaktas! There are many reasons to love Ram! Every Ram-bhakt has his or her own special connection with some special aspect of Ram. I present here one such… Continue reading Voice of the God…प्रभु अपने मुख से गायी…
कभी कभी जब मन कुछ विचलित सा होता है तो व्यक्ति कई उपाय खोजता है मन को स्थिर करने के लिए। ऐसा ही एक उपाय खोजते खोजते आज मैं अपने इस ब्लॉग पर एक वर्ष पूर्व की आज ही के दिन, अर्थात हिंदी दिवस के दिन की, प्रस्तुति तक पहुँच गई। उसे पढ़ा, उसके मूल सार पर, मुख्य भाव पर कुछ… Continue reading हिंदी दिवस के अवसर पर…On Hindi Day
A couple of weeks ago I watched a Marathi film (with English subtitles as I don’t know Marathi) titled, Katyar Kaljat Ghusali (translated, A dagger through the heart). Before watching the film, I didn’t know much about the plot nor had I read any reviews (as per my normal habit), except that I had seen some youtube clips… Continue reading Of Artist’s Ego, Art for Art’s Sake, Consciousness and More (a non-review of Katyar Kaljat Ghusali)
आज, १४ सितम्बर, हिंदी दिवस के अवसर पर एक विशेष प्रस्तुति चित्रकार: बिंदु पोपली संगीत जब उपासना की ओर ले जाए…कल सुबह के कुछ पल ऐसे ही थे… एक दिव्य अनुभूति थी जब गुरु नानक के भक्ति-भाव से भरे शब्द पंडित जसराज के भावपूर्ण सुरों में और डॉ एल सुब्रमण्यम के मनमोहक वॉयलिन की तारों… Continue reading सुमिरन कर ले मेरे मना…
For readers’ comments, click HERE for the blog’s previous version. Photo by Narayan Dravid On a lazy morning last week I felt this deep urge to listen to some music of the legendary Ustad Amir Khan. After quickly going through a small list, I zeroed in on two pieces — one Rāg Malkauns and one Rāg… Continue reading Two Lazy Mornings and A Way to Be More Conscious
Yellow, her favourite colour, Like the golden-light of her widest smile. Hiding just enough of that slightly-chipped tooth, Exposed in a full-hearted-laugh, in a little while. A white-and-sea-green dress, her favourite pearls, A head-scarf covering where silvery-grey once shone They celebrated with her, her birth and life, This day, last year, striving that pain… Continue reading Yellow
For readers’ comments, click HERE for the blog’s previous version. Wondering about the title of this post: “His Excellency, Stop – No Eating Here!”? This message was conveyed by none other than the great Santoor Maestro Pandit Shiv Kumar Sharma at a special concert held in Pondicherry in March 2014. And this message was conveyed… Continue reading His Excellency, Stop – No Eating Here!
For this first day of Vasant Navratri…. They had brought her back home. They could feel it in their hearts, the inevitable could happen anytime. They all sat around her, quiet, together, not knowing what to do.She bent over her mother’s face to listen to the faint sounds. The words couldn’t come out,… Continue reading Homecoming
Source Sometimes that’s all you need….a little blue rose and some great music to put you in that mood. You know, that slight mood of blues that is not really sad and depressive type of blues but only with a little tinge of melancholy that doesn’t feel bad, it actually feels like just the mood… Continue reading The Blue Period
Click HERE for previous version of this blog if you wish to read Readers’ comments. Readers may recall an earlier post in which I had spoken of my ongoing effort to facilitate some kind of peaceful co-existence between two pushy creepers in my garden fighting over space. I figured it is now time to update… Continue reading So Far So Good….
She waits. And waits. Will he come this evening? What if he doesn’t come? What will I do? How will I bear more waiting? But wait a minute, what if he actually comes? Is the garland ready? Is the lamp lit? Am I ready? Even worse, will I recognize him? And so it… Continue reading That Long Wait
What is in a Form? Everything. If we could only develop that vision which sees the Form as a manifestation of the Spirit Within. It is the Consciousness that creates the Form. As grows the Consciousness, so evolves the Form. Must learn to identify with the Eternal Spirit within; the Form is temporal and must… Continue reading In Praise of Form