The hidden truth……

Hello every one!

Today I would like to share my experience with the some hidden truths that I encountered in my� life.

Yesterday, as I was sorting out my old diaries, I came across the one which I wrote when I was working with an NGO on a project from Netherlands. I thought this is the right time to share it with you all.

The final finale of completing the project successfully, was arranged� in Calcutta for a week at Godiahutt. As a project coordinator and� also my own interest in dramatics,� I took an active part in finalizing the events for each day, for audience from various sections who contributed their share for the developmental activities planned by the NGO. They included the members from local� Government, the Team from Netherlands who sponsored the whole project and various organizations from all over India who volunteered and ensured the successful implementation of the project through out the country in the remote villages. Among the invitees there were also the village workers who worked at the grass root levels in identifying the need for the implementation of the project. I am very happy as this stayed,� as one of my most successful achievements of my life till today.

During that one week, of my stay at Calcutta,� I also met various people from different Organizations who were working to bring out a change in the society. One such person is Alkaji who was working in a rehabilitation center, where people were cured for different addictions like drinking, drug abuse, and various psychic problems in martial relationships. She works as a counselor. I became interested, and asked her if I can visit the organization where she works. She gladly agreed and invited me. She quickly made arrangements for the travel. The next day I canceled my reservations to Hyderabad and went with her.

My journey with Alkaji was one of the most memorable,� as I gained� knowledge about lives of various unfortunate victims in the society who become addicts and� become� mentally weak, who also pose a threat not only to themselves but also to the society out side. After arriving the scheduled place, I visited each cell where the patients were kept.� Listening to the heart wrenching� stories told by the nurses, my eyes became wet. Many times in my life, I wrote letters to God, blaming� for not giving me something which I truly deserved, I felt that I have been cheated and I was not justified even though gifted with all the creative abilities and there used to be� one question… always� nagging in my mind…. WHY ME?

The visit to rehab center has opened my eyes to things which I had not been focusing till that moment. I felt that God had not closed his listening to me, in fact he was always there for me, with in me, holding me to his bosom in the form of my mother who protected me and my kids. Ensured that I get equal love and affection from all other members of my family, paved path for my self development, encouraging me to take the challenges in work and life. At that moment I thought I was more fortunate that I had a loving family around me other wise perhaps I would have ended up like one those patients there. This realization has sparked a new enthusiasm towards life and I found that my life indeed had a purpose and meaning.

Today when I look back, in the absence of my mother who left to her heavenly abode nine years back, I realized that this was the message she wanted to give me when she tried to speak on her death bead. She could not speak, as her speech trachea and vocal cords were damaged� by the artificial respiration tubes inserted in her throat. But I saw her eyes as she took my hands for the last time in her hands…..that she was trying to convey the same message to me….and God had sent Alkaji to show me the truth which my mother could not voice. Yes! I am special indeed, in spite of� all the bad events in my life, I was the chosen one.

When ever I feel lost, I take out my dairies and read� my communications with God and my mother to regain my balance and keep moving in my life. My life has since, seen many twists and turns but there is always a gut feeling when ever I take major decisions.� And I am always correct.� I was thankful to God that he had indeed showed� me the truth that had been searching for many years by engaging an encounter with Alakaji who dedicated her life to help victims of various abuses.

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Who killed Happiness?

Santhosh was his name. An innocent victim…..in spite of repeated warnings over the TV and media, he did something which was restricted…..the TVs and Radios screamed and over and over again and again not to take anything sisnter looking bag with something in it. But the scene was set in different way this time. It was made to look like an innocent folly of dropping of a bag from the bike….which caught the attention of our innocent Santhosh….running out of the shop to help the bikers take back their misplaced bag……Bang!!…..went the back….there lay in the pool of blood….the body of the Happiness….Santhosh.

If in the name of GOD these killings are done…I believe that there is God in every soul and each one become one while in the act of generosity.� You receive it when you give it. Had not the mother of the killers� received this generosity when she gave birth to them? Yes of course! Her near and dear, neighbors and every one cared about her and blessed the new born child, gave her facilities to ensure the safety of the baby. Not knowing� that they are sheltering the devils who kill innocent as they could not pin point whom they are angry about. Did their hatred got them anything? No terror would with stand for a longer time. History has taught us many times. It is the truth which would stand upright. And this truth is GOD. And GOD IS LOVE. Let anyone in this world come and challenge that GOD is not LOVE but hate and anger. HE would be caught and put in the lunatic asylum.

When this truth is Universal, and taught again and again to every one, rich and poor, weak and strong, fair and black, Hindu or Muslim. Where is question of not knowing GOD and God’s will. Satan is perhaps ruling those involved in this senseless killings. Then one day they get killed in return. Such a waste of money and energy to the poor parents.

O dear parents! I believe that there is God, in every human who has love and generosity in his heart. What is the fault of innocent santhosh? Only he tried to return the bag� trying to help the bikers. Why this poor little waif of happiness killed? Who killed this GOD?

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Adventures of the Soul

Looking at the crimson horizon, I pulled the blinds shutting away the dying day. I moved to the wall and switched on the lights. The brightness of the white light pulled me back into my old life again……I sat at my table and started writing….

The echo of the words still ringing in my mind “Go to be a fool for God”….this was the statement by the famous Reverend John. A.O’ Brien, about a great man who forsake d the comforts of the world and spend his life in service to others. It was none than the famous “Albert Schweitzer” a world-renowned Biblical scholar, a concert organist, who also wrote an outstanding biography of Bach. This scholar-musician hearing about the plight of aborigines of Africa, entered a medical school and became a physician and surgeon to spend rest of his life serving the savages. And for 40 years he helped to cure many tropical diseases. No wonder, the most revered Catholic priest who wrote is biography called him a fool. But what made him that? Why? It is this…..one of the world’s eminent men challenges us to seek adventures for the soul.

Many times we come across people who want to do some good to this world, but there are other others who are sunk in their own petty affairs who never give life a chance to mean anything. To my utter astonishment I have also come across people who always hang on others for help.. like parasites and always expect to be helped….and I feel these are the worst of the kind. In fact I feel these are the dead souls. Not that they are handicapped or something they are just incapacitated….they bound themselves in their own hell and create hell for others.

What is a life which does not know the source of true peace and happiness? To know this happiness one does not have to neglect his duties or do spectacular things. Just helping� others in what way it is possible one can be on his own doorstep ….the adventures for the soul.

A career for the spirit, I fell is a second job where there is no pay except the privilege of doing it,from where we draw� deep strength while serving others. For this unselfish labor a blessing falls on both the helper and the helped.

Without such spiritual adventures� men and women of today walk in darkness. In the pressures of the modern society we tend to lose our individuality. Our carving for creations and self-expression is stifled- in the so called the hi tech modernity but in reality it is the expression of our retarted civilization.

No matter how busy we may, we can assert our personality seizing every chance, however small it might be to help the needy. Today there are many organized� welfare works taken by many big companies in helping out many street children, orphans, destitute women, old people and handicapped through NGO’s and Trusts. Parting with a portion of income which would be enough to buy a movie ticket does not impact us in any way. The widow’s mite worth more than the rich man’s donations. But this is only about helping others.� But what about helping our own families?

The growing situation in present world is alarming! In the family, children are coming to believe they do not have to take care of the old folks. Does old age pensions relieve children of their duties? Are the old age homes the answer for all those who are left to vent themselves abandoned in the home country while they enjoy the fruits of their abroad education in those far off foreign lands? It is a dehumanizing factor which abolishes the principle of love, which is the foundation in bulding� human beings and civilization itself. Tenderness towards weaker than ourselves strengthens the heart toward life.

We do terrible things to each other because we do not have comprehension and pity. We lack love, we hate, we have been arrogant many times, but giving up all this ….we would succeed, we move forward and then the real adventure of the soul starts.….

My dear friends my journey to success has started just like this…..my position and success and the strength are drawn from the triumphs of my adventures that I had been giving my soul. I have rid myself of dead and useless things which harmed my soul…enjoyed sweeping off the litter accumulated for years…likes the leaves dropped in autumn making room for new leaves in the spring…..I freed myself like the bird in the sky. But still I have been putting my soul to test in thousand little trials winning triumphs of love and devotion. My acts of generosity helping my fellow men, though very� little is the� return of my love to those men and women who became powers within me who helped me to bring out my hidden talents in the moment when I lost my courage. Today when I read the biography of “Dr Albert Schweitzer”I was prompted to write this in the� brightly lit room of mine.

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What is the Culture of Language?

Hello!! Folks.

To  day  while  I  was  going  through  the  News  paper,  I  read  a statement  given  by  one of  the  most  prominent  Trainers  in Communication,  which  had  motivated  me  to  write  this  page.  What  had  fascinated  me  more  is  that  this  famous  personality accepting  a  humble  learning  from  another   famous  personality, but  from  a  totally  different  line,   which  is  our  own Bollywood……Guss!  who?  It  is  none  other  than  ‘Amithab Bachan"  who  had  been  shooting  for  Arindam  Choudhary’s  ‘The LAST LEAR’.

Now,  let  us  come  to  our topic.  What  made  these  men  so famous?  Is  it  totally  their  skills  and  abilities  or  so  called  luck? I  feel  it  the  way  they  have  communicated … which  sold  them for  good  profits  ultimately  making  them  rich.  Looking  at  the king  size  portrayal  of  their  personalities,   I  have  concluded  that it  is in  fact,   the  culture  of  their  language  which  has  attracted people  making  them  successful  among  the  masses.  So, the underlying  mantra is …"we  are  received  the  way  we communicate."

Very  often, I  have  seen many  higher  ups  jeered  and  laughed  the  very  moment  they  turn  their  backs.  Why?  Its  just  because their   Communication  has  dominated   their  adamant  power.  And  sure  these  are  not  successful  mass  pullers,  the  minute they  loose  their  position  they  are  nothing.  They  are  just  eating away  the  energies of  others  by  their  negative  sounding authoritative  talk.  Instead  a  successful  manager  is  the  one  who talks  his  way  into  the  hearts  of  his  staff  and  never  encounters any  hurdles  by  his  smooth  talk.  And  how  did  he  do  it?  Did  he shout  and  use  bad and foul  language?  This  would  only  create disharmony  and  negative  atmosphere. He  was  able  to  impact his  staff  because  he had  imbibed  a  very  positive  culture  in  his communication.

I  have  come  across  many  homes  where  the  elders  use  harsh and  dominant  tones  in  their  language.  So, I  came  to  conclusion that  the  culture  in  the  language  is  developed  not  at  school  and colleges  but  at  homes.  The  way  we  communicate  to  our children  impact  their  personalty  and  growth.  What  kind  of language  we can  expect from  an  adult  who  lived  all  his childhood   in  the  atmosphere  of   abusive  language? He  thinks  it  is quite  natural  for  him  to  use  the  same  language  what  he learned  as  a  child.  The  heights  of  the  irony  is  that  he  is  not even aware  of  the  negative  impact  he  is  creating  around  him. And  the  same  goes  with  his  children….

Of  recent,  I  have  noticed  rich  and  poor,  learned  and  not so learned,  adults  as well as kids   using  one  medium  of  communication …English… to  express  the  vulgarity  of  their communication.  Perhaps, they  feel that  people  would  not  feel offended  if  they  use  the  language  other  than  their  mother tongue.  This  only  shows how  ignorant  they are in  terms  of  civic behaviors.  Failures  and  frustrations  are  part  of  our  lives. Screaming and shouting  and  blaming  others  would  not  resolve the  issues.  They  can  only  be managed  with  a clam, quite  and   positive  approach  in  the  Communication.

History  had  taught  us  again  and  again  about  the  culture  of expression.  If  we  look  into  the  lives  of  great  people….we observe  that  the  quality  and  aroma  of   their  speech  contributed   more  than  anything  to  their  personality,   making them  popular  among  the  audience.  So,  if  we  are  aiming  at becoming  important  and  famous the  first  basic  principle  is  to learn  how to imbibe  culture  in  our  communication  with  the others.

No  doubt  a  man  who  shouts  and  screams  loud  gets  noticed, but  he  is  not ‘remembered’,  because  God  made  us human beings  to  remember  more  of  sweeter  things  than  bitter ones. We photograph  all  our  lovely  moments  in  life  like birthdays, marriage  days,  but we do not so the same for our  death and parting days. Why?
 
 
 
I  would  like  to  quote  Bhatruhari  who said " vak bhushanam !"….’speech  is  the  Ornament  of  the  person’.  So  my  dear  friends I  end  this  discussion  with a question…..What is the Culture  of the Language?

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BHUPALINI!

5:45 a.m!!!! Wow! "My dear, I should leave you now…." Oh..is it so?…lazily Mrs Night looked at her watch.."Ok dear, see you again, once you complete your rounds..ahhhh I am still sleepy"…saying this she backed off, while Mr Sun hurridly started to wards the mountains in the east.

The morning was filled with rythmic sounds of Mr Sun’s steps. "Good Morning Mr Sun !" greeted the mountain as usual in a jubiliant voice, its voice boomed sending echos all around and woke up the little birdies sleeping cozyly in their nests. "Waaah! Moma I am hungry"…the mother brid nestled it closer to its belly…."well well dear your dad is already on his way…he would be in any moment with delicious worms…"

"Would you never learn?….squeaked the irritant little Rat living in the hole near the mountain. "Now what?"  wondered the mountain. "I just tried to be politie by wishing him…" he retorted back, " Not the way you squeaked all the night, with you boy friend", "Oh! this fellow…." aloud .."O yes dear we were infact.. having a party"…."Yeah! A party? And littered the whole place,"  grunted the Mountain accusingly."Its none of your business" the Rat swished its tail angryly running out of its sight, and  disappeared  into the  hole muttering madly.

Now its 6:30 in the morning. The Sun saw the old maiden  Mrs Cloud comming hurridly to wards him. "Can’t you wait for some more time oldie?" He peeped down below… searching for the village bellies who come there regularly to take bath and fill their pots with fresh water from the creak flowing near the foot hills of the mountain. "Tut…tut….Mr Sun you are never content even after two beautiful wives…" No! No! I would not allow you to peep at other women, you naughty PeepingTom!!! seeing the approach of village girls the cloud covered the Sun’s face with her soft cotton veil. "Hey! Just for a second"..the Sun tried to peep through the veil of Cloud but in vain…..

Far down near the big banyan tree, the girls from the village started hanging their cloths on the branches…"Hey! here is the newly wedded Sumitra coming…" one of the girls alerted others. All of them at once crowded near the newely married girl. "Oh! dear look at her eyes, they used to be like pools of curiosity, but now half closed with dark circles under?" "Yes! Yes! the baby fat gone from her body…Oh dear…." at once the girls started giggling. "Shhhhhh….can’t you girls shut for a while and let me talk to her while…" throughly rounded lady caught Sumi’s had and pulled her into the flowing stream…." Gosh! Priyamani when will you stop being so rude…" she started shivering in the cold water. "Just remember dear your were only for six months in the town and that doesnt mean you forgot your village and its beauty."

The rustle and hustle of the day light disturbed the holy Mr.Frog sitting on the huge rock  so much,  that he immideately sprang into the waters and dived deeply as if to escape the whole world…pisssst!!…….he  was actually trying to meditate and follow yagic path……

The morning moved slowly carrying its ragas and navarasas!!!!! 

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Look at the diffrence!!!

Once a man while riding on his mortar bike was hit by a bird. The man stopped his bike at the road side and picked up the fallen bird. It lay unconscious. He took pity on the little creature. He lifted it up in his hands and gently laid it in bag he carried with him and went back to his home. He took care to make the bird comfortable and cozy.

After reaching his home he searched for a sturdy cage and kept the bird in it. Every day he took care and applied medicines.

  Two days  passed, and the bird recovered. It regained its consciousness…….looked at its surroundings……..and said alarmingly……

"Gosh!! I am in Jail  !!!!….. Did the Man die?????"

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What do you say?

To be in love…..

is to be the victim of glamour.

Glamour isn’t only a flase glow,

Its an intoxication.

Two dazed minds blinded by

temporary intoxication, enter

into kind of crazily reckless contract.

Expecting only good and beautiful to come,

of course an act of temprorary insanity.

Alas!!!!! only to find that they do not suite each other.

Beacuse they now want more………

always expect to be treated as stranger?

With kindly manner and readiness 

to be of assistance? Wanna make your self comfortable?

With complete freedom of action and thought?

Alas! It never occured to you 

  the greatest chance of happiness  is in freedom,

but not in bondage!!!!!

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A TRIBUTE TO THE MOST SENSTIVE ARTIST

Love binds they say,
But what binds a man?
Unless the women herself,
Binds him she would not get him…….

Oh! Love what a pity?
You need the binding.
You are not at your
Freewill to express your freedom.

But still there are some
Who come willingly,
Towards their loved ones
And get themselves bound.

Hail to the joy of surrendering
To the ultimate oneness
Where nothing exists
Except the ocean of love.

A salute to Bapu’s art.

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MR AND MRS SPARROW

Hello! Dear friends!!!

Well I here I am again with you. Just could not keep my self away for too long. Thanks for your prayers and support. I love you all.

Today I have something special to tell you. Yes! The much awaited story of MR and MRS Sparrow.

Let me first introduce the couple to you first. Mr Sparrow is an ordinary and very simple human being who always is in pursuit of looking and taking care of his family. Ofcourse,  not a very big family……besides MRS Sparrow, there are two young healthy ofsprings… who are always curious about the world around them.Infact  they have been trying their best to know every thing from their parents. Well this looks like any other ordinary family…..is it not? But, there would be no stroy at all……so what  makes this family so special? Yes in the forthcoming episodes you would observe, the special features of this little family which has inspired me to write. Are you all with me?

Love Aleen.

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Going On a Mission

Dear friends at IBIBO,

I have enjoyed being with you all and loved every moment of it.  I would like to say thank you the for support you have given me and encouraged me in  bringing out more and more creative forms into my writings, which I loved sharing with you.

Now the time has come for me to settle some important issues in my life. So, I am taking some time off,  to complete those unfilled blanks.  I need all your wishes and blessings and prayers to successfully complete this mission of my life.

Once I am through, bang! I would be back with the promise to finish the story of MR & MRS Sparrow.

Love you all.

Aleen.

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