LOST 

Lost in hopelessness before we met,

Lost we found each other on the net,
Lost we were in blank togetherness,
Lost in nothingness,
Lost you wander away,
Lost you betray,
Lost I let go of you in sadness,
Lost I snub to take you back in forgiveness;
Lost without each other,
Lost we are forever.

Anita Bacha
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KRISHNA

 

KRISHNA, one of the many gods of Hinduism, is the embodiment of charismatic love, immaculate beauty, celestial joy and eternal youth. He is an incarnation of VISHNU, the Preserver in the triad of Gods Brahma Vishnu and Maheswara.

KRISHNA is so beautiful that he is often referred to as a doll. Many can’t make out from his overwhelmingly refined looks whether he is a man or a woman. Also known as being the perfect union between man and woman or between God and his devotee, he embodies the pleasure, emotion and everlasting rapture that is derived from love making.

In every incarnation, VISHNU meets up, adores and caresses his beloved wife LAKSHMI, the goddess of wealth, beauty, prosperity and knowledge. In His incarnation as KRISHNA, he finds LAKSHMI as his beloved RADHA, the embodiment of the perfect woman and lover.

KRISHNA is also known as the flute player. His enchanting music is known to make his devotees crazily fall in love with him.

KRISNA opens the heart to the pleasure of love. Wherever KRISHNA is installed, love beckons, love sings and dances; the soul is uplifted to celestial summit.

KRISNA is also known by other adorable names- Murali Gopala (the flute player), Chitchor (the stealer of hearts), and SRI (God), Shyama.

It is believed that if we see a statue of KRISHNA, we touch him, and we love him, we must take him and keep him.

‘Those who worship gods, become gods; those who worship ancestors become ancestors; those who worship the elements master the elements; and THOSE WHO WORSHIP ME GAIN ME!’- Bhagavad Gita 9.25

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ODE TO MY BELOVED

You are born again and again

Like a flame in my heart, my Beloved!

My eyes marvel and rejoice at your sight

In the darkness you are my light!

In the void your voice is rapturous music

When you are with me nothing is amiss

Every droplet of rain is a cup of bliss

Every thorn is a budding lotus flower

Every woe is over and done forever!

 

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WHO IS RICHARD PARKER?

FOR THOSE BLOGGERS WHO HAVE SEEN THE ENGLISH MOVIE ‘LIFE OF PI’ 2013, THE CHARACTER ‘RICHARD PARKER’IS NOT UNFAMILIAR TO THEM. HE IS THE FEROCIOUS BENGAL TIGER, CAGED IN A ZOO IN INDIA AND LATER BY PROVIDENCE, HE FINDS HIS ‘FREEDOM’ AFTER A CATASTROPHIC SHIPWRECK BUT HE IS STRANDED AT SEA ON A LIFE BOAT WITH A YOUNG INDIAN BOY, PISCINE PATEL AKA ‘PI.’ TOGETHER, THEY FACE NATURE’S MAJESTIC SPLENDOUR AND FURY ON AN EPIC JOURNEY OF DISCOVERY.

THE MOVIE ‘LIFE OF PI’, THE WINNER OF 4 ACADEMY AWARDS, IS BASED ON THE NOVEL OF THE CANADIAN AUTHOR YANN MARTEL.’LIFE OF PI’. ACCORDING TO YANN MARTEL,THE STORY CAN BE SUMMARIZED IN THREE STATEMENTS-

  1. LIFE IS A STORY
  2. YOU CAN CHOOSE YOUR OWN STORY
  3. A STORY WITH GOD IS THE BETTER STORY

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I HAVE READ THE BOOK AND I HAVE WATCHED THE MOVIE MANY TIMES. I CONTINUE TO BE TOTALLY IMPRESSED BY THE BENGAL TIGER, RICHARD PARKER. HE MADE MANY ATTEMPTS TO DEVOUR THE YOUNG BOY, PI ,BUT THE LATTER FOUGHT HIM, FED HIM AND KEPT HIM ALIVE. IN THE END, WHEN THEY DRIFTED ON AN ISLAND, RICHARD PARKER TURNED HIS BACK ON PI AND LEFT HIM WITHOUT SAYING GOOD BYE.

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Thought for the Day

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A Sai Dream Come True

The Truth upholds the fragrant Earth and makes the living water wet. Truth makes fire burn and the air move, makes the sun shines and all life grow.

 A hidden truth supports everything. Find it and win (Ramayana)

As you progress along the spiritual path,

You should walk hand in hand with God;

In whatever form you see Him, God is your ultimate guide and helper;

He will carry you forward on the spiritual path if only you will establish real contact with Him

(Bhagawan Sri Sathya Sai Baba)

In December 2004, I was spending Christmas with my son, Toshlen Anil, at Baba’s ashram in Puttaparthi. I vaguely recall dreaming of Sai often in those days compared to the present days when Sai comes very rarely in my dreams. Possibly the reason behind this rests in the fact that after Swami left the mortal coil, I left the Sai Organization and became engulfed in the material world with all its ominous consequences.

To come back to the topic of Sai Dreams, one night I dreamt that I was sitting in the Sai Kulwant Hall. My gaze was fixed on Swami. Around me, there were devotees singing Bhajans. Undisturbed I continued to look in wonderment at the Lord. All of a sudden, the whole body of Swami shrank into the size of a mini doll. I was incredulously stunned with the vision of Swami as a tiny Japanese doll!

I could not find an interpretation of this crushingly beautiful dream although I enquired about its meaning from many Sai devotees, including Sri Ram Chugani, Co-coordinator for Japan, when the latter was alive and I met him at the Kobe Sai Centre in Japan in 2009.

The meaning of this dream suddenly dawned upon me last night when I was talking on the phone to a business man in India. I ordered a statue of Swami from this man who is a supplier of ‘moortis’ (statues). We were in contact daily to get the minutest details about the perfect statue as I had envisioned Baba in yet another dream. The man was very patient and extremely respectful, bless him! He sent him many pictures of the statue in the cutting and fabrication process. Finally, last night he sent me by email a profile picture of the statue for my approval.

I opened the mailer and I was bowled over at the sight of the statue! It was exactly like I saw Baba in my 2005 dream! A Japanese doll!

I immediately run to my bookshelf, I got hold of ‘The Maker of Miracles’, a novel which I wrote and published in the USA in 2006. I quickly and excitedly delved in the pages. Under the chapter ‘Dreams of BABA’ at page 110, I wrote these precognitive words –‘A few days before, I was watching Bhagawan Baba closely at darshan when suddenly and by miracle, Baba shrank into the size of a baby boy before my bewildered eyes. He looked like a sweet Japanese doll for a split second then he returned to normal.’

Strange as it may seem, Baba monitors all the happenings in our life. I will add that even this man, the supplier of the statue, when I first met him, I told him –‘You know what? Sai Baba told me that I would meet you one fateful day and your presence in my life will be a stepping stone in my spiritual journey!

At the Lotus Feet of SAI

Anita Bacha

23 January 2014 Mauritius

Poem – The Flute Player

 Soft and enchanting music

 

Opened the gates of heaven;

 

I tiptoed out of breath

 

In a garden of gorgeous flowers;

 

Intoxicated by the scent of the flora

 

Of all beauty

 

I tilted slightly

 

Almost lost myself;

 

Enthralled by the sweetest of the sweet fragrance

 

I fell under the charm of the flute player

 

Anita Bacha

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