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SHIVRATHRI...MY MOTHERS DAY!
Every body is talking about Mothers Day for the last few days but for me now on , my MOTHERS DAY falls on Shivrathri day, the day we chose to worship LORD SHIVA on the auspicious day!
This day my mother chose, to breath her last, ..with Om namah shivaya, on her lips, in the wee hours, of
morning of 10th March,2013..the auspicious day of Shivrathri. !. There is a belief, I am told that, on Shivarathri day, the doors of Abode of Lord Shiva is open. so, is that the reason my Mother chose ,early morning of that day ?
prepared herself, by uttering "OM'',and sip as many drops of "Holy Theertha",as she was fortunate enough to give birth to and bring up.. sons , daughters, grand children, great grandchildren, sons in law and daughters in law , great grand daughter s in law and great grand sons in laws .My sister, Latha and Devi my brother, his wife,who were at her bed side tell me that with out missing a drop, she sipped away the holy 'cauvery theertha,' in the name of her kith and kin up to a full bottle !!! Perhaps, she wanted to present herself cleansed fully, her mind ,soul and body to be at the feet of Lord Shiva, though, she has worked hard enough, suffered enough, repented enough , to clean herself during the long years she,lived and
awaited for this day up to her ninety five years of "Good life''.
My mind wanders in quest of answers to the connections of life and death to divinity.. I remember, as a child I heard the sacred word "OM'' for the first time, only from my mother's lips as she used to utter 'OM',
when ever she was ready to pray in the morning and evening, and then" Namah shivaya" though not spending much time in pooja, rituals ect...believing in" work is worship"
MOMMY... MY mother, I miss you... of all the motherly things you did, ....i miss your long query's when ever I rang up to you, every week,. I had to wait for you to finish all your questions.. do you eat well? sleep well? how is the pain in your ankles/ do not climb up and down too much? Do you sleep well? after all this answered ,I get a gap, to ask you.. ''MOMMY... how are you?" Then only , of course you come out with your complaints of body pain and....so on. Now I realise that it was YOU, MY MOTHER and only YOU who asked me the things you were concerned about and only a MOTHER can do it !
I must tell you last two weeks , on Sunday, I sat near my phone ,lifted it, to ring you up, only to
realise, the bitter truth, that I can not call you any more, and get pampered by you ! but a consolation that, I can think of you everyday and your blessings are always there with me!
This day my mother chose, to breath her last, ..with Om namah shivaya, on her lips, in the wee hours, of
morning of 10th March,2013..the auspicious day of Shivrathri. !. There is a belief, I am told that, on Shivarathri day, the doors of Abode of Lord Shiva is open. so, is that the reason my Mother chose ,early morning of that day ?
prepared herself, by uttering "OM'',and sip as many drops of "Holy Theertha",as she was fortunate enough to give birth to and bring up.. sons , daughters, grand children, great grandchildren, sons in law and daughters in law , great grand daughter s in law and great grand sons in laws .My sister, Latha and Devi my brother, his wife,who were at her bed side tell me that with out missing a drop, she sipped away the holy 'cauvery theertha,' in the name of her kith and kin up to a full bottle !!! Perhaps, she wanted to present herself cleansed fully, her mind ,soul and body to be at the feet of Lord Shiva, though, she has worked hard enough, suffered enough, repented enough , to clean herself during the long years she,lived and
awaited for this day up to her ninety five years of "Good life''.
My mind wanders in quest of answers to the connections of life and death to divinity.. I remember, as a child I heard the sacred word "OM'' for the first time, only from my mother's lips as she used to utter 'OM',
when ever she was ready to pray in the morning and evening, and then" Namah shivaya" though not spending much time in pooja, rituals ect...believing in" work is worship"
MOMMY... MY mother, I miss you... of all the motherly things you did, ....i miss your long query's when ever I rang up to you, every week,. I had to wait for you to finish all your questions.. do you eat well? sleep well? how is the pain in your ankles/ do not climb up and down too much? Do you sleep well? after all this answered ,I get a gap, to ask you.. ''MOMMY... how are you?" Then only , of course you come out with your complaints of body pain and....so on. Now I realise that it was YOU, MY MOTHER and only YOU who asked me the things you were concerned about and only a MOTHER can do it !
I must tell you last two weeks , on Sunday, I sat near my phone ,lifted it, to ring you up, only to
realise, the bitter truth, that I can not call you any more, and get pampered by you ! but a consolation that, I can think of you everyday and your blessings are always there with me!
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Jayetho jaye kahan......!!!
Jayetho Jaye Kahan, Samjega kown yaha
The vivid bharathi is on....lo. again i hear
And I hear the melodious song, soothing,.....
Dard bhari dilki..duvan, and i immerse in my
In my own thoughts, that i know not the words
the ups and downs, joys ,n, sorrowes still too full
with every one to call my own around, still alone,
Where do i go, to whom do i talk to.the same.
world all over,! jayetho jaye kahan, samjega koun yahan!
The vivid bharathi is on....lo. again i hear
And I hear the melodious song, soothing,.....
Dard bhari dilki..duvan, and i immerse in my
In my own thoughts, that i know not the words
the ups and downs, joys ,n, sorrowes still too full
with every one to call my own around, still alone,
Where do i go, to whom do i talk to.the same.
world all over,! jayetho jaye kahan, samjega koun yahan!
Monday, August 13, 2012
SAMBAVAMI YUGE YUGE......
That is what YOU said, I,remember,
For the protection of the righteous,
And the destruction of the wicked ,
To save the the good and pure,
" I come into Being from Age to Age"
Thought it was a promise from you,
when I read it from the GITA,
For I was told so ,when young .
And believed so now ,old enough,
" Sambavami yuge, ...yuge !
I wake up to news of sexcrime, rape,
Here a Gitika, there a Mallika cry,
Today a kid, tomorrow a daughter,
A mother, wife, beaten, burnt alive,
yet not seen a Droupadi cry ?
Whenever righteousness declines,
" Dharma" vanishes, you promised ,
To manifest ! ,When,Why not Now!,
Murder, killing, theft , cheat ,lie.......!
Rampant and order of the Day !
It is Now or Never! for protection ,
of righteous You come!, If not,For
Destruction of wicked, You promised
DHARMA SAMSTHAPANATHAYA
SAMBHAVANI YUGE YUGE !
For the protection of the righteous,
And the destruction of the wicked ,
To save the the good and pure,
" I come into Being from Age to Age"
Thought it was a promise from you,
when I read it from the GITA,
For I was told so ,when young .
And believed so now ,old enough,
" Sambavami yuge, ...yuge !
I wake up to news of sexcrime, rape,
Here a Gitika, there a Mallika cry,
Today a kid, tomorrow a daughter,
A mother, wife, beaten, burnt alive,
yet not seen a Droupadi cry ?
Whenever righteousness declines,
" Dharma" vanishes, you promised ,
To manifest ! ,When,Why not Now!,
Murder, killing, theft , cheat ,lie.......!
Rampant and order of the Day !
It is Now or Never! for protection ,
of righteous You come!, If not,For
Destruction of wicked, You promised
DHARMA SAMSTHAPANATHAYA
SAMBHAVANI YUGE YUGE !
Friday, November 25, 2011
THANKS GIVING....!
Who ever thought of this,
The thanks giving Day,
I am thankful for, lest
I , forget to thank.
I thank not only, for what,
I got readily, by birth,
But also for,I got. though,
by my sweat and blood.
Though not I asked to be,
Born,they gave the gift,
Of life, my head and heart
I thank my ma and pa....
I thank my teachers all,
who, held my hand to walk,
to lift me up from the ditch
I fell , with a pat on my back.
Looking back now, I need,
To thank,those who envied me
Ones who followed every step
Finding fault all the way
For, They have made me do ,
Things, i would not, but for them,
It s time I thank them now,lest
I forget , before I thank my friends
Now, my dear friends, not many ,
though, they know,I am grateful,
Ever, old and new, for being,
With me through thick and thin.
I thank my kids too, for the sheer joy,
Of mothering them, for teaching them,
Bringing them up, has been the greatest,
fulfillment of my dreams!
I thank, every day, The All mighty,
For giving me the strength to face the
Odds of life, for peace and pray
For health and happiness to one and all.
The thanks giving Day,
I am thankful for, lest
I , forget to thank.
I thank not only, for what,
I got readily, by birth,
But also for,I got. though,
by my sweat and blood.
Though not I asked to be,
Born,they gave the gift,
Of life, my head and heart
I thank my ma and pa....
I thank my teachers all,
who, held my hand to walk,
to lift me up from the ditch
I fell , with a pat on my back.
Looking back now, I need,
To thank,those who envied me
Ones who followed every step
Finding fault all the way
For, They have made me do ,
Things, i would not, but for them,
It s time I thank them now,lest
I forget , before I thank my friends
Now, my dear friends, not many ,
though, they know,I am grateful,
Ever, old and new, for being,
With me through thick and thin.
I thank my kids too, for the sheer joy,
Of mothering them, for teaching them,
Bringing them up, has been the greatest,
fulfillment of my dreams!
I thank, every day, The All mighty,
For giving me the strength to face the
Odds of life, for peace and pray
For health and happiness to one and all.
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