Saturday, July 15, 2017

Soulie Saturday #13: A Souvenir In The Little Flower.

Admiring Little Sunflower Flower in the compound of Smart Inn hotel Pune
The Little Flower.

Standing there, I find my high and also my centre.

I marvel at her sheer magnificence in awe… Delicate and petite, so many numerous petals leaning outwards in the pool of the breeze, she looks gorgeous, full of life, full of idyllic grace and innate beauty. I stretch out my hand to touch her petals careful not to hurt; they are so soft, even silky and smooth. In return, she touches me with much more...

One of her petals is chipped off but that has not taken away her spirit of growth. She is continuously rising, albeit a bit obliquely, making her way gradually out of the dewy green flooring beneath.

Blooming around the compound periphery of a budget hotel in Pune, who knows if she is being watched by a gardener but what delights is the realisation that she will still be taken care of. Mothers are mothers after all, compassionate and nurturing, even Mother Nature. She can never leave her kid to fend for herself alone, can she?

The earth fosters her with her leafy warmth and natural affection. The sky facilitates her development by his sunny ambience and rainy dew drops. The environment keeps her company through the humming bees and the cool caressing zephyr fluttering around.

Nature speaks in a beautiful timeless language, seeped in wisdom and depth, much of which is beyond the visibly comprehensible or the spoken word. The great and enlightened have already pointed their finger in this direction where nature is a natural healer – emotional, mental, physical, psychological and spiritual. Numerous scientific studies have shown the abundant benefits of spending time in nature.

Appreciating the beauty in natural creation budding all around us and interacting with it in a positive, understanding way can help us break past the barriers of our heart and open our eyes to the real nature of our own selves, to love.

Standing there beside her, my brain finds my high. My heart a center... and my soul a life. All in a matter of a few moments. All while snuffling a little petite flower on my way out of a hotel. This is the real joy of travel. This is a souvenir for life. And all the gifts are out there for all of us to discover.

If only we could take one moment off from our hectic schedules and ‘to-do-lists’ to absorb God’s wonderful creation all around us. If only we could take our eyes off from the bright digital screens in our hands to notice the astonishing world that surrounds us. In return, we could gift yourself the biggest present of being open to all the loveliness inherent in the fabric of the Universe.

So the next time you are out travelling, take a moment with nature, to notice a thing of beauty without walking past it – it could be a flower or anything else that life has placed in your way and see what or how it inspires you. It will not fill your pocket but it will certainly fill your heart with happiness and your soul with delight.

Go try and don’t forget to share your story with My Yatra Diary! :-)

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Each Flower is a soul opening out to nature. - Gerard de Nerval. 

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Thank you to everyone who have contributed to #soulie till now, next week I will be collecting all your wonderful posts in My Yatra Diary. To all those who have shown an interest, I so look forward to see your shares this week itself!

A Soul Selfie series or “#Soulie” series aiming to meaningfully strengthen my personal connect with my Father, God (you can choose to call Him by any name you like as long as the reference is maintained and more importantly the essence) by peeping within my own heart — collecting your prayers and feelings too as you discover the world – and jotting them down on paper. It’s a spiritual exploration of that which is Unseen and a celebration of that Ultimate sacred space we yearn for - within and without - and the riches we carry in our own hearts.

Here is what you can do if you wish to join in.

1. Send me one picture over e-mail / blog / instagram clicked by you and a few lines by your heart on how that moment makes you relate with that Someone Higher in your life in a more meaningful and healthy way.

Saturday, July 8, 2017

Soulie Saturday #12: Intimate Moments With The One (Monsoony Marine Drive, Mumbai)


Monsoon at the 3.6 km long boulevard Marine Drive, South Mumbai
Dark grey monsoon skies at Marine Drive, South Mumbai.

The sky never ceases to amaze me. As I sit on the narrow dry promenade doubling up as a bench and watch in rapt attention, the experience is almost surreal. My gaze is filled with a sombre grey horizon growing in color and depth with each passing moment and a thick blanket of fog hovering a few feet above the endlessly raging ocean, giving the high rising world of concrete in the distance a claustrophobic feel.

I have far left behind the city hubbub and honking of the taxis but a swarm of people are all around me – they come in groups, as two, three, four, sometimes alone. Sometimes for a brisk walk, sometimes to take in the sights and sometimes to just stare listlessly at the incessantly changing canvas like me. A father and a young kid are sitting next to me, the father listening ever so intently to all that his son has to say. On the other side are 2 men lost knee deep in conversation, their battered slippers neatly tucked beside them. There is a continuous stream of people strolling and jogging on the broad windswept promenade, each marching on in their own personal missions, treading over annals of ground fused with impregnable laughter, chatter and cacophony and yet, the air is seized with such perpetual stillness.

I inhale a slice of the stillness as my vision is arrested by a 360 degree panoramic view of the endless amounts of space stretching seamlessly across my field of vision. A space where dreams are rooted in the waking world… where lines between the real and the surreal blur, where all the great worries wash away, where life acquires a new meaning, the magic of living in the moment comes alive, also the space every breath becomes a connect to the vibrant energy flowing through the Source from where we come and whence we will be gone.

Two friends lost in conversation on the Marine Drive promenade, Mumbai

I am at the 3.6 km long boulevard, Marine Drive in South Mumbai - a C shaped promenade sweeping around the Arabian Sea from Nariman Point past Chowpatty Beach to Malabar Hill only to realise and reaffirm my faith in how much more there is to this place than what meets a simple definition. It is a sacred space; all the time spent in her presence, a prayer, a meditation.

Sacred because here, there are no distinctions made. Every mortal being who comes here - no matter what the age, stratum, status or other tangible strings attached - is revered as a precious child of the all pervading Master in the tapestry of the universe. Marine Drive goes through, past the veins and into the blood, piercing the heart of each person sitting in her comforting blanket of embrace. It is not just another landmark of a city that never sleeps, it is a world where innumerable memories, feelings and emotions are splashed upon such that dreams take shape on the canvas of the infinite.

That is the magic weaving in and out of the misty veil of Marine Drive today, perhaps this will also be the case tomorrow, every day. Such is the lure and the enigma of one great masterpiece by an artist at work blending the material with the ethereal attracting people from all over the world, there is love and compassion and acceptance and empathy all rolled into the fabric to craft a creation that touches everyone who comes in contact with her beauty.

It must be the wonder of her beauty, why! even time here comes to a standstill… perhaps to gaze its reflection in the roiling waters of the oceanic cosmos. The waves are alive, and breathing - each moment, new ebb, a different low, often a moribund zenlike flow – transient yet always there. The movement of the waves create music and magic, each note spraying a myriad of feelings and emotions as they keep resonating through the empty spaces above, and keep beckoning for more. The waves dance, crashing on the rocks, breaking to soften and rest - as if sorting their life and then flowing again all at once to embrace their destiny unafraid. Isn’t the movement of the waves a choreograph of life? I wonder.

Within the choreography, what delights me are the hidden gifts of nothingness, void, introspection, lull and pause. Waves fall and rise again, coming back with a power even more expansive and energy more abundant to fearlessly live their fate. Time, every moment spent in nature, shows me the path to self-renewal, self transformation and self birth – seamlessly blended in one another as fleeting threads of life. It reminds us that in periods of nothingness, there is a force of creation at work which we cannot see. Amid all the introspection and reflection, there is God’s basking presence. Amid all the aloneness and silences, there is faith and a prayer of patience and a souvenir of inner peace.

Waves crashing on the rocks at Marine Drive, Mumbai

A few drops of water suddenly splashes onto my face, another wave has met its fate or has it started drizzling? Whatever is the case, I close my eyes and consider it a blessing, it is my memento for the stay. It carries the gift of the musical waves - to me as also to every one sitting at the shore - no distinctions made. I inhale deeply and feel grateful for mine; the fresh sea air pumping right through the windows in my spirit, opening the doors to joy and happiness.

The sky never ceases to amaze me. Everything I am, have ever been or ever will be is concentrated in these little petals of moments tossed upon the canvas of an endless sky – this is the moment I am truly born.  As I hop down from the promenade ready and revitalized to step back into the busy city streets, my heart feels infinite, still humble but deep enough to encompass everything and everyone. Everyone is a piece of myself as I am a part of the oceanic humankind – and we share our thoughts, struggles, nothingness, aloneness, joy, hope, happiness and dreams – all roaring, raging, falling, breaking and rising again in our quest to embrace The One.

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We return to each other in waves.
This is how water loves.
~ Nayyirah Waheed.

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A Soul Selfie series or '#Soulie' series aiming to meaningfully strengthen my personal connect with my Father, God (you can choose to call Him by any name you like as long as the reference is maintained and more importantly the essence) by peeping within my own heart — collecting your prayers and feelings too as you discover the world – and jotting them down on paper. It’s a spiritual exploration of that which is Unseen and a celebration of that Ultimate sacred space we yearn for - within and without - and the riches we carry in our own hearts.

Here are things you can do if you want to join in.

1. Send me one picture clicked by you and a few lines by your heart on how that moment makes you relate with that Someone Higher in your life in a more meaningful and healthy way.

Saturday, July 1, 2017

Soulie Saturday #11: Baby, Just Sway! (Nurpur Fort near Dharamsala)

Natures beauty from Nurpur fort Dharmashala, Kangra Himachal Pradesh
A tree swaying in the evening breeze as seen from Nurpur fort near Dharmashala
in Kangra, Himachal Pradesh.

Baby, just sway,
Do not be afraid --
Of the powerful breeze hustling away.
Your roots are sturdy and strong
And I am here to stay
We are a team;
Together, we will sing,
Create a beautiful song.

Baby, just sway,
Let those dead leaves fall out and decay.
Keep all your doubts at bay
Nature renews and refreshes --
every moment, every single day.
Fill your eyes with the beauty of the fresh sun ray, 
You are beautiful in your very own way.

Baby just sway,
No matter what season, or come what may;
Spread out your branches
Go fly high and out in the world - you play
It is your sweet fragrance that freshens my morn,
Oh! Look at your halo’d enigma!
Casting all the darkness of the universe away.

Baby, just sway,
So enchanting are your ways
The skies swoon over you – Miss Tree (Mystery),
You are the symphonic fire
Lighting embers of hopes
In hearts that tire
Taking all our thoughts higher and higher.

Baby, just sway,
Such a sweet sweet day
Hear in these silences,
What the great men say ---
Light is love and love is light
All else an illusion; in this your real truth lay,
Don’t believe them, just ask your heart –
it won’t say nay.

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Don't you know yet?
It is ---
 Your Light
that lights the worlds.

~ Rumi.


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I clicked this image while wandering in the courtyard of the ancient Nurpur fort, previously known as Dhameri fort renamed later by Mughal Emperor Jehangir after his beloved wife Noorjahan who was in love with the beauty of this place. Built by the Pathania Rajputs, the historic fort is a vast area which now lies mostly in ruins - forgotten and ignored - but one can still feel the magnificence of the era when one turns some pages in history and maps them onto the enormity of the scattered ruins.

Surrounded by natural beauty and home to an ancient 16th century temple, the fort is a treasure trove for all lovers of Indian heritage, culture and history. The Brij Raj Swami Temple in the courtyard houses a beautiful deity of Lord Krishna, the one which was worshipped by none other than Meerabai herself. A must visit place when in McCleodGanj and Dharamshala!

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Be a part of #Soulie!

A Soul Selfie series or '#Soulie' aiming to meaningfully strengthen my personal connect with my Father, God (you may choose to call Him by any name you like, as long as the reference and more importantly, the essence is retained) by peeping within my own heart — collecting your prayers and feelings too as you discover the world – and jotting them down on paper. It’s a spiritual exploration of that which is Unseen and a celebration of that Ultimate sacred space we yearn for - within and without - and the riches we carry in our own hearts. Do take part and share with My Yatra Diary... a piece of your heart.

Here are things you can do if you wish to join in.

1. Send me one picture clicked by you and a few lines by your heart on how that captured moment makes you relate with that Someone Higher in your life in a more meaningful and healthy way.

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Also linking this post to Parul's #ThursdayTreeLove, an initiative celebrating our green friends in nature. Do follow the link and hop over to her blog and share more love.

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