The Whispers Of My Heart

 Much of my learning comes from observing -  people, surroundings.  The ubiquitous air touches all but never clings to anything.  From air, I have learnt a profound lesson that though one may meet, move around with people but in order to have a pleasurable life journey one must neither hate nor attach oneself with any thing or being.  Renowned mystic Kabir also said the same in his couplet :  "कबीरा खड़ा बाज़ार में, मांगे सबकी खैर! ना काहू से दोस्‍ती, न काहू से बैर!!"  ( In this world, Kabir prays for the well being of all. Kabir neither has any friend nor any foe. ) A rapacious fish falls an easy victim to the bait, gets caught by the fisherman.  Likewise, a person who is greedy of food, who allows his sense of taste to overpower him, loses his independence and easily gets ruined.  The greed for food must therefore be destroyed!  While basking in the Sun yesterday, I saw a stray dog with a piece of flesh in it's mouth. It was being attacked by other dogs, badly injured b

 There are only two ways by which one can perfectly ruin one's otherwise beautiful life :  (a) by planning.  (b) by grieving.  Instead of living in a moment, we vainly think about the highly iffy future, making stupid plans about how to achieve material success.  Can our petty, silly plans prevail over the "Grand Plan" already formulated by the Greatest Planner of all - The Almighty.  Believe me, anything that can be achieved through planning is not only worthless, but also deleterious.  Once my father very wisely said, "Son do not hanker after material success, happiness.  Behind every material success, happiness lurks thousands of miseries.  Lasting, real bliss is found only in the spiritual world." Also, there is no use in grieving over one's misfortune.  One's "Karmas" (deeds) - done in this or previous lives - are solely responsible for one's good or bad luck.  One only gets what one deserves.  Well, I have always trusted the Existence

 Few days ago, my friend Lieutenant Commoder (retd) Trilochan Singh phoned me, "Professor Sahib, weather has turned romantic.  I yearn to see the "beautiful birds" of Chandigarh.  Will you oblige me by accompanying me to the Sukhna Lake?"  "Anything for you, officer". said I.  "Right, I would see you at 5.30 pm" replied the jovial naval officer.  For about an hour, we enjoyed the salubrious environs at the lake.  While the Commoder primarily clapped eyes on "chicks", I amazingly watched the azure sky, wondrous blue Kasauli mountains in the backdrop.  While on our way back home, Trilochan suddenly stopped his car near a roadside tea kiosk.   " Professor sahib, let's have some refreshing tea".  I ordered two cups of tea and requested the tea seller - a young Bihari woman of about 25 years old, wearing vermilion and a mangalsutra ( an ornament worn by married women in India ) - to make strong tea but with less sugar.  "I