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The Unknown Possibility over a Meal!

The Unknown Possibility over a Meal!

Ashankit was on a door to door campaign in Salt Lake to collect old news papers, with his friends. Their NGO – ‘The Art of Living’ had planned to raise funds for the victims of a recent flood that had broken out in the rural parts of West Bengal. The funds raised from selling old newspapers would be utilized in sending relief materials to the villages.

They had just completed collecting papers from 10 houses. Midway into the collection he could feel his phone vibrating. He took out his cellphone and saw the name displayed on screen – “Papa.” His dad called up Ashankit, to inform him that in the evening they would be going for dinner with Mehta Uncle and his family! “I was looking forward to this!” exclaimed Ashankit to himself after keeping the phone.

It was at around 6.30 pm when Ashankit was heading back home. They were able to collect around 500 kgs of newspaper and magazines from Salt Lake and another residential complex in Lake Town, all in a matter of few hours. Having weighed and handed over the newspapers to the dropping point he was heading back home after an adventurous day.

After reaching home, he did his meditation and got ready. Meditation had become a must in Ashankit’s daily routine. No matter how busy his schedule would be, he would always take out time to meditate! There was a time when his life had taken a topsy-turvy but it was only through regular meditation that he was able to gain back his balance.

Ashankit had two siblings, an elder sister Gia and a younger brother Kirat. Both of them were very awestruck with the idea of going for a dinner, as it was not a usual thing. However, Ashankit was excited to meet new, yet a little sort of known people! All of them got ready and left for JW Mariott Hotel, their mom was also accompanying them.

On the way to the hotel Ashankit’s dad received a call from Mehta Uncle. Ashankit’s dad told his wife that Mehta Uncle and his family had already reached and they were waiting for us. Ashankit was the one on the wheel and his other two siblings were busy on their phones.

Upon reaching the grand JW Marriott hotel, they walked into the dining area and Ashankit saw his dad walk up to Mehta Uncle and greet him. He had never met Mehta Uncle, his dad’s recent yet a very close friend. Hearing them speak so often over the phone made him feel like he had to meet him!

Ashankit went straight up to Mehta Uncle and his wife, Shraddha and touched their feet to take their blessings. Dia and Kirat followed suit. This was a sight to wonder at for Mehta Uncle’s two daughters – Sambhavna and Vinuja. They were just awestruck to see him bow down. All they could do was gather themselves from their confusion and exchange greetings with Ashankit’s parents.

All the five, bright and young adults exchanged greetings with each other. There was obviously a sign of awkwardness for they were new faces around them. However, one was at extreme comfort and ease. It could only be Ashankit! There was only one question that was lingering on his mind –

‘Where was the third sibling?’

He was sure that dad had told him that Mehta Uncle had 3 siblings. However, he brushed aside this thought for the while.

They requested the waiter to walk them to a table that could seat nine. The first option offered seemed less satisfying. Mehta Uncle was a man of perfection and choices. He preferred things in a particular way but he certainly was not of the adamant kind or was he? Rather he was very sweet, caring and really childlike possessive about his things. They finally managed to get a table. A little away from the center dining area, it was perfect for the conversations that were going to unfold.

The long rectangular table perfectly seated the nine charming diners at the hotel. The four elders sat on one side of the table whereas the five young ones on the other. Kirat chose to sit at the corner while Ashankit sat next to Vinuja and damn opposite to Sambhavna. This was really great as it would help him converse with both.

Vinuja wore a purple netted top with a light beige colour jeans. Her small built and fair complexion made her look sweet. Ashankit expected her to be in her school years, only to be proven wrong later! Sambhavna had worn a dark grey top with black pants. She was wearing heels of a decent height which made her look tall, elegant and mature. He would soon realise that the last characteristic should always be given a miss for Sambhavna.

They had opted for a buffet dinner at the restaurant. One by one everyone got up to grab a few quick bites. They all helped themselves with the snacks of their own choice. It was only when everyone was seated that conversations started taking pace. Everyone among the kids started exchanging information about what they were doing. Sounds boring and monotonous but that was it. One would certainly not expect individuals to exchange count of their relationships or kid stories, right in their first meeting!

Sambhavna and Vinuja had heard a lot of Ashankit from their father. They had an image of a person who would be drenched in an ocean of traditions and moralities. However, they had no idea how good he was at breaking prejudices and judgments. Also, little did either knew that they would find a very dear and loving friend in him.

A good forty-five minutes had passed away, since they had met and now they were slowly getting to know each other. Sambhavna was the dynamic individual who looked at life from a wider and an adventurous perspective while Vinuja was the serious and ‘playing it safe’ type. Gia was the cute little girl, who was often finding it difficult to grasp the pace at which the conversations were going. Kirat was definitely irritated and unable to fathom the present atmosphere, something which is totally usual for him.

The two Mehta daughters never left a chance to pull each others feet. One would laugh about the other’s late night coming home scenes while the other would shoot back with the immaturity displayed by the other while on a partying spree. Ashankit was the one to enjoy every teeny-tiny bit of it.

“You are the perfect child every parent would want,” said Sambhavna.

Ashankit replied, “There is perfection in everybody.”

“How is that possible.”

“It is! You just need to have a vision to see it.”

Sambhavna was amazed to see the positive and charismatic attitude this guy possessed. No complaints, no negative vibes and the most shocking – not even a pinch of laziness after a hard days work. He seemed to be a specie from a different planet! But Ashankit’s stories about his adventurous and crazy past episodes always gave a confirmation of him being a native of this planet.

Vinuja was finding it really amazing how Ashankit was getting along with everyone. At the first instance when her father had told him about the plan, she thought it would be boring and mundane. Though they were not doing anything more than just sit and talk, she was amazed to see how interesting it was turning out to be.

Ashankit had left no crazy adventurous of his past still folded. From his
27 game Beer pong streak in USA, his past love for whiskey, to his fun days in college, he proved to be a real entertainer and liver!. However, there was just one precious thing about his life that he preferred not to share!

Kirat was the one who spoke the least. He was thankful that his elder brother, Ashankit was not talking about devotion and divinity. Nevertheless, Kirat tried to prove that he was a little cool among his three siblings but ended up being greeted by –

“You are like a child,” by Vinuja.

He did not care much to speak later.

Mehta Uncle got up to grab a plate. He could see how the children were getting along so well, something that he desired so much in his heart. Ashankit had excused himself and walked up to Mehta Unlce to have a conversation with him. Mehta Uncle had remarked that he was happy to see all of them get along so well.

“You should try and exert a positive influence on them,” he said.

“The work has already started uncle!” remarked Ashankit.

This made Mehta Uncle really happy. The reply just came out with a pinch of spontaneity. He could well understand what Mehta Uncle was talking about but he was not working at anything. All that Ashankit knew was that he was not the kind who would take sides. The only side that he would take off, was spreading love and joy.

He could sense the airy atmosphere that was prevailing because of the complex equations existing between individuals in their family. Nevertheless, he had already made up his mind that this equation would be a thing soon forgotten and that there would soon be a blossoming of love.

No wonder time had just flied. It was almost 11 pm when they got up to leave. All they could see was empty chairs and tables all around. Their long conversations had not even made them realise that there were very few guests left. On their way to the lobby of the hotel Ashankit and Vinuja spoke about how interesting the dinner had turned out to be.

“I have not gone out with Dad’s friends since a long time but this was really nice. Did not expect it to be this good,” said Vinuja.

Ashankit said, ” Same here with me.”

So much more good was in store!

All of them were waiting at the lobby gate for their cars to come. Though they had got up to leave, the two groups – the elders and the children stayed intact. Mehta Uncle walked up to the children and gave a ear to what they were talking about.

He was all praises for Ashankit, “I can see how mature and vibrant you are. There is a lot of positivity in you and I would just wish for my children to learn this from you.”

“It will gradually come in them Uncle.”

“See how mature he is. You must learn from this guy,” Mehta uncle said to Sambhavna.

“Everyone is not the same papa.”

“Yes, but you can definitely try to be.”

Ashankit stepped in to cool things – “There is always a time for things to be the way they are supposed to be.”

Though Ashankit was not taking sides, Sambhavna felt good that he was not being judgemental about her. It was nice not to hear any more negative things, for a change! He was not being analytical but he could make out the misery and sorrow hovering over the Mehta family. Messed up father-daughter equation which seemed difficult to fix but not impossible. It was not that one was culprit and the other a victim. Both were victims to the changing wheels and play of time.

Suddenly Ashankit could recall all those sleepless and painful nights that he had gone through, a couple of years back. It would feel like as if a needle would be continuously pricking his heart. Those nights would never pass without him crying, with his head tucked deep inside the pillow. He just shook his head and let those memories fade away. Ashankit just said to himself, ” I am not going to let anyone go through a similar pain that I had to go through.”

He just smiled and took a deep breath. Feeling optimistic and positive that things would change very soon! Though there was uncertainty in how and when, there was complete certainty about his intentions to make things right.

Sambhavna and Ashankit exchanged their numbers and Vinuja exchanged her number with Dia. Kirat was as always, least interested. He did not certainly like being called a child either.

Both the families went separate ways. One excited and the other with a ray of positivity and hope. Ashankit was determined to make the impossible, become possible.

And it did happen!

(To be Continued….)

Smile when in a problem! πŸ˜Š

Smile when in a problem! πŸ˜Š

Only thing wise people do when a problem arises is smile. For living in knowledge has made them realise the ultimate truth – This too shall pass.”

Just reflect back on your life. All the problems that had come on your door, they knocked and bothered you for a while. Now they are just faded memories in the alley of memories lane.

Looking back on some would make you laugh at yourself for being bothered by them, isn’t it?

So why invest your precious energy stressing the mind with it. Just realise the problem and smile. Surely, smiling won’t solve the problem but it definitely won’t make it worse.

So just……SMILE 😊

P.S. – The amazing person reading this now knows what to do when a problem comes up πŸ˜‰

To win or to loose?

To win or to loose?

If you would be offered a boon and there would be a choice –

‘You want to always win’


‘You want to always lose’

Which boon would you ask for?

The first one certainly! Like most of the wise people you would definitely ask to be granted a boon that would always make you the winner. That joy of sailing past everyone to leave them behind indeed seems blissful!

But I would choose the neither. For me it’s not a great thing to win nor is it bad to loose. I see beyond these two facets of life. There is a more deeper and subtle element beyond these two ‘learning.’

If you ask most of the successful people around the world that what propelled them to come to the pedestal they are upon, they would gleam and say- “it’s the failures.” It was not their victory that brought them success but their failures. The latter gave them a chance to introspect and dig deeper into their abilities.

It should never be about winning or loosing but about learning. Life is a constant journey to evolve and to grow. There are people who feel happy after winning and there are others who feel sad after loosing. I just look for the hidden wisdom in the occurrence of both the events!

On the Path of Liberation!

On the Path of Liberation!

This world as we see, is just a play,
Driven by hollow perceptions of the mind.
There is a wheel of emotions and feelings
That churns the heart of every individual.
The way out of this misery is,
To walk on the path of liberation.

It’s only a few fortunate ones
Who travel on the path of liberation.
Bounded by actions and desires
The rest are subjected to unending grief.
But the one who comes to this path
Sets himself free from this finite world.

He neither desires nor is he averse
To any objects in this world.
Be it sorrow or joy, happiness or remorse
He becomes indifferent to either of them.
Yet he performs his sacred duties
Remaining unattached to the fruits of the action.

There will come a thousand thorns
Yet they seem like a bed of roses to him.
He certainly will fall and crumble,
But never does he feel broken and fallen.
For he has crossed the ocean of duality, and
Remains established in the supreme state.

Love and peace have become his nature
Knowledge and wisdom his only companion,
Ever pure he lives in total equanimity.
He has no enemies nor any friends
For everyone and everything is his
On this path of liberation.

P.S. – Inspired by The Supreme Yoga – Yoga Vasishta.

Makin it Merrier πŸ˜Š

Makin it Merrier πŸ˜Š

The bling has disappeared
The lights have faded.
What stood with me last 25th
Seems too far to even be percieved.

The words that used to mesmerise
Have turned into memories.
The smile that would brighten me
Have become lost into eternity.

I wish thee all the love in the world
For it must only be for the greater good.
There is no escaping that it’s reality
For it’s been time since it ceased to be.

Take the plunge into joy from sorrow
Wake up from past and walk into present.
Breakup from the dullness and
Roll into the ocean of happiness.

Smile for its Christmas of 2016
Dance for 2017 is just a week away.
Bathe in bliss for it is the need to be
Be spirited for life is a game to play.

To The Ocean

To The Ocean

I walked to the ocean
And wondered – ‘Where endst thou?’
I looked across to the end of horizon
And thought – ‘How beautiful sight tis is?’
I found a place on the beach to sit
And dwelled – ‘What brings me to thee?’

What is that subtle force that has lead
To the creation of this vast ocean.
Where the sky,ocean and land intersect
To make a spectre so miraculous to see.
Where all the discomfort and sorrow ends
To give rise to an expanse of never ending joy.

It’s here that the serenity and vibrancy
Of the nature comes to light.
Tis where the play of night and day
Seems to start and end, again for eternity.
It is only here from where the man
Seems to come to life and die, again and again!

Love That Has..

Love That Has..

The love that has faded
The memories that have evaded
The lies that have evaporated
The intimacy which has deviated
Are not an end to your existence
For it is not the only means of sustenance.

Don’t blame it upon her, for she
Was not alone in bringing it down to this.
Don’t make cursing her a habit, for she
Was the one you worshiped a while ago.
Don’t let the love turn into hate, for she
Was the angel you had met on earth.

Accept that it has come to an end
Only to set the balls rolling for a new beginning.
Don’t be bothered by who she is going to be with
For the divine would give her nothing short of the best.
It would not be wise of you to put her at fault
For she was never perfect and neither were you.

If you have loved her truly and completely
Then you should let the love live immortally.
Smile for the great moments you had
And wish for hers to come, to be even greater.
Give the a taste of the divine love to the world,
That still sparkles deep in your heart.
So what if she couldn’t be with you
Let the world be a witness to the depths of it.
Make giving your only means of living
And let thy energy become ever reverberating.

The One Who Dreams To Turn The World (:

The One Who Dreams To Turn The World (:

Words fall short to describe the greatness with which Sri Sri has transformed our lives. Be it relationships, business, sports or personal issues, his techniques – Sudarshan Kriya, Meditations and Yoga – have brought so much reverence and perseverance in all the aspects of our lives. The never fading smile and joy that radiates from him is such a happy thing to be a witness of.

Be it conflict hit zones, the poor and needy or bringing the opposing parties to the dialogue table, he has made it his mission to foster peace and love for one divinity. Though there must have been much more needy people around the world, he never ignored people like me and you who have all the things that they need in life to live but had the craving and need for something. Something that is way more subtle and than the materialistic things that surrounds us – ‘ Happiness. ‘

Making life a celebration, accepting everything as it us, giving as much as we can to make lives better off are what he has been living and giving – to make even others have a better and a blissful living. Those reading this might be thrown off guard or be amazed that how can such comfort and soothing be reality, a reality that doesn’t fade away and is constant. From an ardent critic to and ardent follower and believer, I have been at the both the ends and what I feel that even the most harshest of critics of Sri Sri are blessed to have known him while he has walked this earth.