The Whispers Of My Heart

 On Sundays, instead of going for evening wogging ( walking + jogging ), I prefer late morning walk with my wife.  Being the only daughter of an Indian Air Force Officer, my wife's parents doted on her, treated her like a princess.  Although her parents have died few years back, she still misses them profusely.  Last Sunday, my wife made an unusual request, "Sanjay, today I want to visit Air Force Officers Residential Complex. Let's take a walk inside it."  Astonished by her insistence, I took her inside the heavily guarded complex, with the help of an officer friend of mine.  After walking for some minutes, she stopped before quarter number 3126A.  "Sanjay, I have spent three years, from 1987-90, with my parents in this quarter, before we moved to Jorhat ( Assam ) - our new posting.  I want to see again the rooms of the quarter, backyard. Is this possible?" she asked.  The occupants, Squadron Leader Vijay Gurung and his wife were kind enough to let us in, a

 I have seen people in hill areas putting huge wood logs in a flowing river so as to transport them to some other place.  The strong current of the river ensures that heavy logs reach their destination, swiftly.  Along the way, these logs accidentally abut each other.  But after a fleetingly interface, they disconnect, go their separate ways.  In the same way, one encounters many people during one's lifetime, fortuitously. Some of them become one's relatives, some become friends.  But like logs, one has to separate from one's near and dear ones, eventually.  In this world, nothing, nobody ever stays!  Every gloominess gives way to joy.  Believe me, seeds of sorrow are already deeply ingrained in every worldly happiness.  This, quintessentially, is the intrinsic nature of this world, my dear.  I have penned :  जिसने समझ लिया इस संसार का सार  हंसी उसकी संगिनी है, आंसू उसके यार  When one understands the gist of this mundane world, then one becomes indifferent to happiness and

 All the living beings as well as inanimate objects undergo transformation, incessantly.  An egg becomes an embryo that metamorphosis into an infant. Infant grows to become an adult.  Adulthood paves the way to old age.  Finally, the total bodily destruction takes place which is called death.  Likewise, the world that we see before our eyes changes rapidly and after an era it is annihilated completely by the Supreme Being.  According to Hindu scriptures, there are four eras (युग) - Satya yuga, Treta yuga, Dvapara yuga and Kali yuga.  These yugas repeat themselves forever in a succession after every 4,320,000 years.  Now is the Kali yuga - an era in which people shamelessly, without compunction perform immoral, unethical activities.  About 4,26,879 years remain of Kali yuga.  So this world will be decimated wholly after 4,26,879 years.  Then again there would be Satya yuga - an era of truthfulness, honesty, kindliness and love.  This world is nothing but an intricate web of illusions my