Thursday, March 3, 2011

Conscience, the soft whispers of the God in man


Life of my life, i shall ever try to keep my body pure, knowing that thy living touch is upon all my limbs.

I shall ever try to keep all untruths out from my thoughts, knowing that thou art that truth whhich has kindled the light of reason in my mind. i shall ever try to drive all evils away from my heart and keep my love in flower, knowing that thou hast thy seat in the inmost shrine of my heart. And it shall be my endeavor to reveal thee in my actions, knowing it is thy power gives me strength to act.

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O my mind, let us go Home -

Why do you Roam?

The Earth, that Foreign Land

And Wear its Alien Garb?

These senses, these elements

Are strangers; none is your Own...

Why do you forget Yourself

Falling in love with Strangers?

O my mind, why do you

Forget your Own...


Beyond the bounds of life and death,
There thou stand, Oh! my friend.
Beyond the bounds of life and death,
In the forlorn azure of my bosom
Thy resplendent throne deck in light fulsome.
Betwixt the abysmal chasm of my desires,
Beneath the floating veil of joy and delectation
I look at thee spellbound with my arms wide open.


Thy secluded darkness in its nocturnal trod,
spread the world with beatific obscurity,
Thy secluded darkness in its nocturnal trod,
spread the world with beatific obscurity,
what mystic tune of thee pour from thy lyre!
Swelling the blue realm with deep desires.
The earth melts in thy enigmatic accord,
Losing itself in the pain thy harmony.


'What is to be done when on certain occasions we cannot avoid being in
the company of bad people? You should not show contempt or
indifference.Be wide-awake and raise a strong mental barrier within
you.Protect yourself with an inner shield.Do vigorous self-analysis
and try to keep out the bad impressions before they gain permanent
lodgement within.A true spiritual aspirant always discriminates.It is
a habit with him.You should always be in a mood to rush towards
God.Follow the example of the baby kangaroo.When the baby kangaroo
senses danger it jumps into it's mother's pouch and is off.So also we
must learn to run into the arms of the Divine whenever there is
danger.'
-Swami Yatiswaranandaji( Meditation and Spiritual Life)

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

My Journey of Life... Some Notes Which i Felt Were Worth Noting Down...


The Date was 27th January in the year 2009. My First International Tour to South East Asian Countries of Thailand, Malaysia and Singapore was coming to an end with a four day stay at Singapore. Was an absolute fresher then, never even seen an aircraft from close distance before. Job attributes demanded me to escort a group of thirty odd Bengali Middle Class householders for a Holiday Trip to the above mentioned destinations. Was a smooth affair thankfully! My Final Day's stay at Singapore. The evening was free for the Group to be at leisure and for personal activities. Hence myself being the Tour Manager was also having some time to spare for myself in the evening. So i reached the Bus/ Taxi Stop area in front of Mustafa Shopping Centre at Little India and Hopped in to a Taxi asking the Driver gentleman to take me to Bartley Road where a wonderful ashrama of the Ramakrishna Mission is situated. It was a Dream for me to experience how wonderfully my Beloved Thakur was worshipped at a foreign land by foreign devotees.

Nevertheless, the pony tailed Singaporean Driver Nodded his Head and started off his taxi towards the destination i had intimated to him about and after a drive of around 20 minutes, brought me to a place and stopped the taxi in front of a road which read "Battery Road". I Was startled to see that especially in a distant land all alone with not much money in my hand at that point of time and also it was getting dark at dusk. Very Humbly i told the driver Look This is not my destination but it was Bartley Road! To My Happy Surprise, the Driver at Once accepted that it was misheard and that had something to do with the difference of our accents. He at once stopped the Taxi Meter which read something around 7 Singaporean Dollars, drove all the way back to the same place where i had got into the Cab From, and started the Meter freshly from that point to take me to the place i actually desired to be in! I was overwhelmed to experience how they behaved and co-operated and although i did not have much money with me, handed some extra coins to him in appreciation. This small incident will be remembered by me for a long while as i never experienced this in my own country before rather there are chances of being harassed and robbed off quite easily in such circumstances.