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Of faith and belief

I started the New Year in an exceptional way. I got up at 5.30 in the morning and went to the washroom. A pair of eyes looked straight at me. I went into shock…and then it ran and then I noticed that it had a tail too. And then I screamed.

But nobody heard me. I took a stick and tried to bring it out but then thought otherwise; how could I control it if it came out.

I gathered my wits, closed the door of the washroom and ran to the neighbours who stay  upstairs as they too get up early. At first they didn’t open the door but then when they did, uncle who must be in his late 60s immediately came down. Trapped the rat and threw it away.

I thanked him immensely and just bowed down at the altar, I just had to thank the Lord for such good neighbours.

Some months back, my gas cylinder ran out and I could not connect the regulator to the spare cylinder. In Bahrain I never had to do all that and now I didn’t know how to do it. Son had to go to school and I had to prepare his tiffin. Again the neighbour next door came running and helped me out.

Managing alone when the husband is away in another place or country is not easy. There are so many things to be done. But then the point is we are so very illusioned especially in today’s age.

We think that we are the doers but the point is that not even a blade of grass moves without the will of the Lord

And when I think of this statement….I am filled with gratitude for everything; the home I live in, the food I eat, the neighbours I have, everything. The Lord has seen that I can stay comfortably and even if there are some problems He sees that they are solved.

Earlier there have been sleepless nights worrying about something or the other, now I sleep just like a baby because I know that He is taking care.

Everyday I understand new facets of the shloka: ananyas cintayanto mam ye janah paryupasate
tesam nityabhiyuktanam yoga-ksemam vahamy aham (BG 9.22-

But those who worship Me with devotion, meditating on My transcendental form-to them I carry what they lack and preserve what they have.)
We often stay trapped in the words I, me, myself whereas in actuality, we can do nothing, whatever we do is in illusion; maya. As kids we were so happy knowing that parents are there to take care of us. As adults too it is so easy to just have faith and believe that He will take care.
Yesterday was my weekly Bhagvad Gita class. Later the Head Mistress asked me, ‘Why were you walking slowly mataji, are your legs paining?’. I said, ‘ No, I just walk slowly because I don’t see properly’. I could see that she wanted to ask me how, so I told her. And then she asked me a question that I am often asked, ‘ How do you manage mataji’.
And that question always makes me smile because what is there to manage when He is taking care.
It is very easy to quote scriptures but the real knowledge starts to flow in when you really start believing and surrendering yourself.

 

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Slices of life #2

Mornings are usually hurried. Apart from the personal ablutions there is aarti to be done, breakfast to be made, bhoga to be offered and the son to be readied, fed and dropped to school.

It was in this confusion that I discovered that the gas cylinder is empty. And though I have a spare but I did not know how to break the seal of the full cylinder and attach the regulator. Google baba didn’t help me. No, it did actually but in my confusion and hurry it didn’t hit the right notes.

At this moment I ran and rang the bell of the neighbours. She came and opened but she too didn’t know how to do it but she sent her husband. He came changed and went all in 2 minutes flat. And we were right on track.

Its at these moments I send a silent ‘thanks’. The migration from Bahrain to here was not easy but smooth. At every other step there have been difficulties but at every step there has been someone (Some known; some unknown) who have stepped forward and helped. While it reinforces my faith in humanity. I send a prayer to the Lord for being there always with us.

ananyas cintayanto mam
ye janah paryupasate
tesam nityabhiyuktanam
yoga-ksemam vahamy aham (BG 9.22)
TRANSLATION
But those who worship Me with devotion, meditating on My transcendental form-to them I carry what they lack and preserve what they have.
I am not a great devotee but at every step I feel how He is there to protect us.
There is a true story of a brahmana who lived his life by begging( madhukari). Madhukari brahmins are supposed to beg only at five houses. Regardless whether they get something or not. Very often he and his wife would starve because they would eat only what they got in alms.
Once  when he was reading the above shloka he said how it can be vahamy aham. How can the Lord carry what we lack and he scratched that word because he thought it was used wrongly. Shortly he had to leave for his madhukari. After some time, his wife heard knocks . She opened the door to find two young boys carrying bags  of foodstuff. They said, ‘Master, has sent us with alms’. She was happy to finally see some foodstuffs in the house. ‘But who are you two’, she asked. ‘We are students’, they said. At that point she saw some marks on the back of the younger boy. ‘What happened, what are the marks on your back’, she asked.
‘Master beat me, thinking that I am wrong’, he said
She felt bad, she said, ‘Sit I will prepare some food and serve you’.
In some time the brahmana arrived and said, ‘No one gave alms today’.At that point his wife realised that the boys had disappeared.
She said, ‘But your students came with some alms’
‘Which student, I didn’t get any today, he said
The wife told him what happened and he shed tears for then he understood that the Lord had come Himself to make him understand the meaning of this shloka. Slowly he went to erase the scratch marks on the word ‘Vayamy aham’.
Such is the lord. He protects, he preserves and He loves without any limits.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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