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Wednesday, October 19, 2011

The Echo of Silence.........


Had just got back from work, when he announced he was away for 10 days. 

He wanted to experience the sound of silence. Got himself registered for "Vipasana"  at the Pagoda. Why the need now I shot back. He just picked his bag and wished us good bye. It's a week now since he has left. Another 3 days and he should return. Need to learn from his experience. He was the noise at home. Will he now be the silence, will we experience an echo in silence..........Que Sera Sera!!

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Nobody belongs to Anybody........


Shravan Kumar belonged to the time of Dashratha. Born of poor parents, who had nurtured him remarkably well, he bore sincere love and respect for them. He worked hard to make his parents comfortable and happy.

One day his parents expressed a desire to set forth on a pilgrimage to the holy places.Transport being costly, Shravan decided to place his parents in two baskets, and carry them on his shoulder with a basket held at either end of a stick. Thus Shravan set forth on his pilgrimage.


That night as they rested, Shravan had his parents lie down beside him, with a soft cushion beneath their head. Not carrying an extra cushion, he asked his father not to worry as he would use his forearm to rest his head on. As the night slept through, his father awoke. He looked around to see if his family slept in comfort. He was aghast to see Shravan's head rest on the rock and his arm aside.Not wanting to disturb, his father let it be. The following morning as they arose for the onward journey, the father told Shravan what he had seen the previous night.


This incident bears out, even as it underlines the eternal truth -
" No one will support you through Life."
When one's arm refuses to support one's own head and be burdened, why will another be willing to support you or carry your burden".