Last Sunday had a good time visiting Harihareshwar. It was such a relaxing and fun filled trip.
What super fun it was eating in the forrests and spending hours in water in the beaches .
Some details about this place:
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|कवि: रामधारी सिंह “दिनकर”||Poet: Ramdhari Singh “Dinkar”||Translation: the maVerick|
|क्षमा, दया, तप, त्याग, मनोबल
सबका लिया सहारा
पर नर व्याघ सुयोधन तुमसे
कहो कहाँ कब हारा?
|Kshama, daya, tap, tyaag, manobal
Sabka liya sahara
Par nar vyagh Suyodhan tumse
Kaho kahan kab haara?
|Mercy, resolve, tact, tolerance
You’ve tried everything and some
But o my king of men
When did Suyodhan succumb?
|क्षमाशील हो ॠपु-सक्षम
तुम हुये विनीत जितना ही
दुष्ट कौरवों ने तुमको
कायर समझा उतना ही
|Kshamasheel ho rrpu-saksham
Tum huye vineet jitna hi
Dusht Kauravon ne tumko
Kaayar samjha utna hi
|The more forgiving you were
In your humane compassion
The more these rouge Kauravas
Pegged you as cowardly ashen
|अत्याचार सहन करने का
कुफल यही होता है
पौरुष का आतंक मनुज
कोमल होकर खोता है
|Atyachar sahan karne ka
Kufal yahi hota hai
Paurush ka aatank manuj
Komal hokar khota hai
|This is the consequence
Of tolerating atrocities
The awe of machismo is lost
When one’s gentle n kindly
|क्षमा शोभती उस भुजंग को
जिसके पास गरल है
उसका क्या जो दंतहीन
विषरहित विनीत सरल है
|Kshama shobhti us bhujang ko
Jiske paas garal hai
Uska kya jo dantheen
Vishrahit vineet saral hai
|Forgiveness is becoming of
The serpent that’s got venom
None cares for the toothless,
Poisonless, kind, gentle one
|तीन दिवस तक पंथ मांगते
रघुपति सिंधु किनारे
बैठे पढते रहे छन्द
अनुनय के प्यारे प्यारे
|Teen divas tak panth mangte
Raghupati sindhu kinare
Baithey padhtey rahey chhand
Anunay ke pyaare pyaare
|For three days Lord Raam kept
Asking the ocean for a passage
Sitting there he petitioned
Using the sweetest words to engage
|उत्तर में जब एक नाद भी
उठा नही सागर से
उठी अधीर धधक पौरुष की
आग राम के शर से
|Uttar mein jab ek naad bhi
Utha nahi saagar se
Uthi adheer dhadhak paurush ki
Aag raam ke shar se
|When in response there was
Not a whisper from the sea
A raging fire of endeavor
Rose from Raam’s body
|सिंधु देह धर त्राहि-त्राहि
करता आ गिरा शरण में
चरण पूज दासता गृहण की
बंधा मूढ़ बन्धन में
|Sindhu deh dhar trahi-trahi
Karta aa gira sharan mein
Charan pooj daasta grrhan ki
Bandha moodh bandhan mein
|The ocean took human-form
‘N supplicated to Raam
Touched his feet, was subservient
A slave he had become
|सच पूछो तो शर में ही
बसती है दीप्ति विनय की
संधिवचन सम्पूज्य उसीका
जिसमे शक्ति विजय की
|Sach poochho to shar mein hi
Basti hai deepti vinay ki
Sandhivachan sampoojya usika
Jisme shakti vijay ki
|Truth be told, it’s in the quiver
That lies the gleam of modesty
Only his peace-talk is reputable
Who is capable of victory
|सहनशीलता, क्षमा, दया को
तभी पूजता जग है
बल का दर्प चमकता उसके
पीछे जब जगमग है
|Sahansheelta, kshama, daya ko
Tabhi poojta jag hai
Bal ka darp chamakta uskey
Peechhey jab jagmag hai
|Tolerance, forgiveness and clemency
Are respected by the world
Only when the glow of strength
From behind them is unfurled
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Finally, today I completed reading this beautiful book “KarmaYogi” A biography of E.Sreedharan. Without any doubt I can say this book is a “Gita for all the Project Managers”.
I am a fan of Shri E.Sreedharan from my college days. The assertiveness, the honesty, mighty power of this Project Management stalwart always fascinated me. I am a big fan of people who take risks and assertively do what they believe without fearing anything.
However, I always wondered from where do these mighty people like E Sreedharan derive their strength from. How are they fearless. Is it just because on the grip of their subject. Is it because of their people management skills. It has everything to do with their value system which is Strong like a fort which is built because of spiritual strength. Such fearless, assertive people who are best in whatever they do are sincere servants of God. Immaterial of the religion they practice, the strength they derive because of the connection to God makes them strong, charismatic and humble.This brings immense grace, they have an aura which is unmatchable to any others.
Do buy this book and read it leisurely chapter wise, while reading each chapter research for videos, news ,documentaries related to each major project. You get to learn so many project management lessons, lessons of values, strength and resilience.
Do gift this book to all the people you care and want them to be best version of themselves.
Loads of Love,
Some of the Indian advertisements, movies on women empowerment, feminism and equal society are misleading.
We see a girl in Saree or Salwar Kameez with Bindi, long hair ( basically it’s to depict illiterate state of that girl) joining a spoken English course, learning English and we see empowered version of her in “Jeans and Tee Shirts with short hair”( to depict the empowered state of her). Basically the morons want to convey that sticking to your roots, being traditional you can’t learn English or get empowerment.
We see a dark/ dusky skinned dull girl failing in everything and she applies “Fair and lovely”, she becomes clever, active and successful.Heights of assoholism of Indian advertising.
Dressing or skin color or being masculine doesn’t mean empowerment. They don’t define or contribute to the strength of Woman.I ain’t against in western dressing or whatever dressing..in fact I am fond of my Veramoda or whatever dresses equally to the extent I love my Kanchivaram silk sarees or Cotton Sarees. However, I feel funny when people start judging your “strength” by your dressing, your levels of “Aggressiveness” and other parameters. Being “Womanish” is not weakness, it is the absolute “Strength”. To fit into the World, woman need not make herself like a “Man”.
If we want to see real Women of Strength of India, We need to refer to the Women in Indian History. “Strength of Woman” ain’t in unnecessarily proving they are better than men. Strength of Woman is in celebrating the power of feminity and not letting anyone daring to treat you in disrespectful manner.
Radha Rani is one such woman.In my honest opinion, She is epitome of feminity and how powerful she is being feminine is something interesting.
It’s not that we can manage to live like her in 21st century, however there is so much to ponder, think about and realign our thoughts on “Feminism” 🙂
Among Radha’s innumerable transcendental attributes, below are few:
Radharani is very sweet and most charming to look at;
Radhika’s eyes are doe-like and restless;
Sri Radha’s face is smiling and every blissful’
Auspicious, beautiful lines adorn Sri Radha’s lotus hands and feet;
Srimati Radharani is the most exceptional singer and vina player;
Radha’s words are charming and pleasing;
Radha is expert at telling jokes ;
Srimati Radhika is exceptionally humble;
Radha is the embodiment of mercy and compassion;
Sri Radha’s intelligence and wit surpasses all;
Shyness is the shining gem in Radha’s character’
Srimati Radharani is the beacon light of modesty and never swerves from the path of honesty;
Radha is never perturbed by worldly sorrow or misery;
Sri radha has unbounded gravity and sublimity;
Radha possesses Mahabhava, the highest sentiments of love;
Radha’s transcendental glories are shining in all the worlds;
Sri Radha is most affectionate to her superiors;
Loads of Love,
Woman With a Nose Ring…
Is She Young. Is She Old. She is both.
Is She serious. Is She jovial. She is both.
Is She Childish. Is She matured. She is both.
Is She a scared rabbit. Is She Lioness. She is both.
Is She a Princess. Is She a Queen. She is both.
Is She Silent person. Is She woman with lots of words. She is both.
She is Strong woman who doesn’t stop giggling when cheerful.
She is a Strong woman who doesn’t fear “Crying” when she is hurt.
And, do you want to know the name of this woman in Nose Ring 😉
PS: Got my first nose ring done on March 12, 2017
Women being Women is beautiful. Women competing with Men, Women trying to become like men is just trying to prove that Men are superior. Men are men. Women are Women. Both are necessary and equally important in nature. Agree that Women have come a long way to this point.
However, gone are the days when men can dominate women out of their male chauvinism; gone are the days women can play the card of “weak, tender, damsel in distress” in the world of tough competition. Glad to be in such generation and such societies where competent people survive immaterial of their gender. If you don’t study, if you are not financially independent, if you don’t own your life…you suffer whether you are woman or man. Struggle is same for every human in current society.
So celebration of womanhood, manhood is great today, tommorrow and everyday. However, acting as if all women are suffering because of men everywhere, anywhere at home or home or in street is stupid feminism.
Blessed are we who live in these days where women do all physically tough things too which were earlier restricted only to men…we are blessed to be in such evolving societies where men share the responsibilities of cooking, house work, parenting along with their partners.
True celebration of humanity is when we don’t have specific Women’s Day or Men’s Day. True celebration is when everyday is day of equality and celebration of every human.
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I ain’t a fan of Women’s day or Men’s Day…am blessed to have several mentors who are men and women..I am constantly guided by them on how to be God conscious, strong and human all the times
At the same time am going to punch anyone badly immaterial of man or woman who treats me badly for no mistake of mine.
Listen to this beautiful song O Womaniya 🙂
Loads of Love,
Got to read a beautiful article by Devdutt on his site, could not stop sharing it here. Here is the link to the orginal article : http://devdutt.com/articles/from-kali-to-krishna-a-love-song.html
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In one of the many Tantrik mystic traditions of Bengal, the goddess Kali, often addressed as Tara, is identified with Krishna, locally known as Keshto. Both share the same dark-complexion, Shyam-ranga, and their partners, Shiva in case of Kali, and Radha in case of Krishna, are fair as camphor, Karpura-gaur. The stories that connect these two very distinct traditions – the blood sacrifice demanding Tantrik tradition of Kali and the vegetarian Brahmanical Vaishnava tradition of Krishna – come through in phrases and couplets that make up some of the songs of Baul minstrels and even kitchen tales. The emotion that overrides all others in these stories is one of love, pure love, that transcends the demands and limitations imposed by customs and law.
They say that Shiva never spoke a single word until Shakti came into his life as Parvati. She became not only his wife, but also his student, asking questions, discussing and deliberating with him, till he revealed to the world the mysteries of life. So one day, she asked him, “What is love?” All he did then was look at her and smile. “Tell me, please, what is love?” she asked, turning away to hide her blush. This is what he said.
“When you come to me as Annapoorna, the goddess of food, and feed me and ask for nothing in return, I feel love. For you have taken care of my hunger unconditionally. When you come to me as Kamakhya, the goddess of pleasure, and hold me intimately as no one does do, I feel love. For you have made me the object of your desire. This is bhog. This is one kind of love. But there is another kind of love.
“When you come to me as Gauri, demure and delicate, and allow me to dominate you, demand things of you, take you for granted, knowing fully well that you cannot be dominated by anyone, I feel love. You made me play dice, laugh at the simple pleasure of games. You made me make you dolls and enjoy entertaining you. When you come to me as Durga, bearing weapons in your hand, and protect me, I feel secure and safe, and cared for, I also feel love. This is shakti. This is power. By granting me power over you, by defending me, protecting me, empowering me, you make me feel loved. This is the second kind of love. But there is yet another kind of love.
“When you dance atop me as Kali, naked with hair unbound, unafraid to be yourself, unafraid to be powerful and vulnerable and unafraid of being judged and mocked, I feel love. You make me open my eyes. I realize that Lalita, the beautiful one, is also Bhairavi, the fearsome one. I realize Mangala, the auspicious one, is also Chandika, the violent one. I see you totally, without judgment, and I realize I am capable of seeing the truth. That you allow me to see you fully, without judgment, tells me that I have become trustworthy. Thus you become the mirror, the Parvati darpan, that reflects who I am. You help me discover myself. You become my Saraswati. You reveal the true meaning of ‘darshan’. In joy, I dance. I become Nataraj.
“Thus there are three kinds of love: love for the body that grants satisfaction, love for the heart that grants security and love for the head that grants wisdom. Animals can give the first and the second, only humans can give the third because they have the third eye hidden inside the head. The first two loves spring from Kama, god of desire, and they sustain life on earth. But the third kind of love springs from Kamantaka, from the destruction of desire, unmotivated by fear of death.”
Shakti smiled and she offered Shiva a boon for this wonderful anwer. And he said, “As Shyama, the dark Goddess, who is Kali and Shakti, you have taught me love. You have danced atop me, forced me to open my eyes, turn from shava (corpse) to Shiva. Grant me the chance to do the same to you.” So the Goddess asked Shiva to descend on earth as the fair Radha whose love and pining would make her descend as the dark-one Krishna.
And it is Radha who taught Krishna the meaning of love as Shakti had once taught Shiva. He was until he met her but a butter-loving cowherd who fought demons and teased milkmaids but the presence of Radha changed it all. Just as Kali transformed Shiva into Nataraj, Radha made Krishna take up the flute and make music. Just as Kali had made Shiva give up his autonomy and understand the value of the not-so-autonomous other, the pining beloved, Radha helped Krishna understand the limitations of society, the struggle between faith in divinity and fidelity for the husband. Radha was demanding, as Kali once had been. Radha sat on Krishna as Kali stood on Shiva. The two thus mingled in merged in roles and thoughts and feelings. But there was one crucial difference.
Kali had made the wandering hermit, Shiva, into a rooted hermit, Shankara. Radha did the very opposite. She remained a flower stuck to the branch of a tree while Krishna became the bee that moves on after enriching himself with the nectar. And so fulfilled by Radha’s love, Krishna left Madhuban for Mathura. Kali had revealed love through shringara, romance, as only Krishna can. Radha revealed love through vairagya, renunciation, as only Shiva can.