Gautam Buddha - Short story

When I heard the story of Gautam Buddha, my question was always about his wife and son that he left behind.This write-up by Vikram Bhattacharya touches that part of the story.

 

He left her in the middle of the night, the night their son was born. When she heard the news she was devastated. Yet, she did not complain but her life lost all meaning. The only reason for her to live now was her son. She wanted him to grow up to be a man that the world would look up to.

 

Her friends and relatives came around and asked her to forget about the man who had left her and start life again. They asked her to marry again but she refused. She was young, beautiful and suitors queued up outside her door but she refused each one of them.

 

Then one fine day he came back !

 

He stood in front of her and she could hardly remember him as the man who had left her.

“They call you the Buddha now?” she asked him gently. “I hear they do,” he answered in a calm fashion. “What does it mean?” she further inquired. “I think it means the enlightened one, a knower,” he informed. She smiled and then a silence. “I suppose we have both learned something. Your lessons O Buddha, will make the world richer in spirit, but my lesson will unfortunately remain largely unknown.” she reflected deeply.“ And what lesson is that ? ” The Buddha probed.

 

Her eyes sparkled with unshed tears, “That a courageous woman does not need anyone to complete her.. SHE IS COMPLETE ON HER OWN ”

A year gone by

 

In the year gone by
have you let life bypass you
Have you let the joy of your being
find expression or have you
found reasons to excuse yourself
Have you let the love in your heart
warm this world or have you found
reasonable excuse to languish in frown
Did you find something wonderful
to say of all around you or have you
become the judgment day damnation
Have you loved, laughed and teared up
or have you remained untouched by life
Years shall go by.  ---Extract from Isha Blog

Thoughts

I am perplexed, I am petrified, I am confused but at the same time I feel a sense of achievement, a strange happiness and a sense of belonging. The flow of these opposite thoughts keeps going until I reach a state of slumber where there is none but me and my consciousness. How I wish this state could be reached often and how I wish - one of the subjects taught in school was - how to perfectly balance your thoughts!

Moment to moment, the flows of thoughts and feelings, sensations and desires, conscious and unconscious processes sculpts my nervous system like water gradually carving furrows and eventually gullies on a hillside. My brain is continually changing its structure. The only question is: Is it for better or worse? It must be better because that what my inner voice shouts loud. One more year is going to pass, time is flying and I know I am wiser than yesterday. I know I have learnt my lesson this year and I know I am going to work on my weak points.

A Guru can never die!

Swami Dayananda Saraswati

 

I do not know how to express or how to react - I seem to be normal because its the same morning , same day , same days work which I am carrying out from last 2 days. Nothing has changed.

 

But yes something seems to be missing! Each time I look at a Facebook post which has a picture of yours a tear comes rolling down my eyes. May be I don't want to show this me to anyone but today let me confess the biggest truth of my life. Your teachings have changed me and you have helped me in what I am today.

 

They say a guru can never die. He is always there with you , in the form of his teaching and guiding you. You continue to be there, personifying the teacher, if you follow his teaching. I promise to do little bit from my side. May you show everyone the right path.

 

Hari OM.

 

OM Sri Gurubhyo Namaha!

Cut the crap - You see!

We are told to love people unconditionally, but sometimes we must get rid of people unconditionally. Some toxic people just keep slithering and oozing in through the cracks in your resolve; they refuse to respect your boundaries. No more mixed messages. You must learn how to close a door permanently. Cut and cauterize. Monstrous sociopath-like disengagement is your right. Your life is worth more. Don’t waste another minute. Let them say you are awful. Block, ban, delete and disconnect. Compassion? Have some for yourself! Do what you must do to take care of yourself and don’t you dare ever feel guilty. ― Bryant McGill

 

Bemoan

Here I am back into my space after a gap.....and this was an effortless visit.

Sometimes you reach at such a stage in life where nothing matters - relations, friendships - you just want to hibernate and be in solace of your own thoughts! You want to detach from useless conversations, from unhealthy relationships - you yarn for peace, for freedom, for being what you are. You loath to admit your mistake and you feel a strange peace in it.

You want to be understood, you want to understand but unfortunately or fortunately nothing works. Nothing at all!!

Parallel Lines

Parallel lines have a lot in common, but they never meet ever.....
You might think that is sad
But every other pair of lines meet once and then drift apart forever..........!!!

Thoughtprovoking#