Monday, December 8, 2008

Can't You Hear Me?

Can't You Hear Me? ...........Presays

We all fancy to be the masters of our mind always wanting to get or achieve what we think or dream of. We enroll ourselves for n-hours and n-days of seminars for the break(through) in our lives. In these seminars powerful orators descend, deliver and depart leaving us spellbound. We think 'man that was great! Barring a few citations whatever they said was right. I’ll try to implement a few of their suggestions in my life although it is very difficult.' As the days pass by that resolution diminishes. We hardly get the break(through) we always dream of.

The simple reason behind this is that we fail to recognize where the real stimulants are, where the real motivator is. That stimulant, that motivator resides right in our minds, in our hearts. Oh really? !! How come we’ve never realized it? Because we never try to listen to ourselves, listen to our hearts, listen to our minds. One of my very good friends is die hard fan of FM, he just can’t live without it. Though for me FM stands for frivolous mind but he takes it as twenty four hours’ fun music! If he is not talking (sincerely) he is listening to music while doing his routine work.

Of late I came to know about the classification by some intellectuals with some findings to back up the performers doing their chores while listening to their favorite music (even rock lovers find their ways to this chart). This music lover friend of mine would even go to sleep without turning the player off. In fact he was so fond of FM that he used to switch it off only when he dreaded the player to blow off. In that case he would turn on the cell phone player! Once on eccentric height, he asked, ‘buddy what’s the goal of life?’ I replied him that it is one, of which the manifestation varies from person to person. ‘Do you know what’s your goal?’, he asked to which I said, ‘yes’. He then asked me how he could find his goal. I said, ‘listen to your heart, to your mind’. He further asked how.

I told him to switch off the player, he instantly did. Then he started talking, I said, ‘don’t talk’. He obliged and took newspaper in his hands and started gazing through the pages. When I told him not to do that he unexpectedly obliged. He picked up 'oracle bible' and asked me while turning his Oracle Bible ‘now what?’ in sign language. I told him not to do even that, I told him to sit calmly and to listen to the mind.

He sat for a moment and then shot at me, ‘are you mad? Are you crazy? Of whole world you found me to experiment with’. I’ve no interest in finding my goals I’m better off without them. And to top that you having your goals found are no damn good than I. What are exceptional things you do man?’ Having said that he switched the player on and resumed listening. This was not unusual or unexpected behaviour. Most people behave in this way because it is very difficult for them to remain silent. Their minds are so impatient to make them listen that they shout like anything. This is because minds don’t know when would be the next time they’d get the chance to speak out, this is because we’ve ignored our minds and hearts for so long that they(minds) themselves have adorned a fiery getup waiting to roar and thunder whenever they find a chance.

But our minds will calm down and speak in rhythm, in harmony when we keep on listening to them regularly. When the voice waves from the mind subside then will come the turn of the heart to speak out. We then can fine tune the heart with little manual tuning from our part. All we have to do is to recite mentally ‘Allah, Allah, Allah…….’ or ‘Ram, Ram, Ram……’ His silent melodies start playing, something that could never surface otherwise. Sweet and soothing melodies of peace, serenity which we can not listen till we keep on attracting distractions. Amidst these harmonious melodies He whispers, 'son, do this, do that, do that way, take this aid....' I am not unique to receive His Call, in fact He is open to one and all. But we need to make a way for Him to say, to convey.

But can we hear Him in a day? No, we shall have to practice regularly. It is not that one fine day we remain seated trying to listen and the next day we rock the whole world on. To practice it on daily basis we’ll have to follow a routine. Our routine should not be marred or affected with our emotional ups and downs, working without passion and remorse. Ok this idea clicked to you, you started working on it and you succeeded too, but…what about me? I’m not of the same temperament, tenacity that you’re. Then won’t you help me out. Yes? Great! Now what we should do, how can we proceed? Since we share common place-n-space with others whether at home or in office we need to share our common time as well. Say for an hour or half we’ll enjoy the music collection, even I’ll listen to the songs you play. That will be great after all we can not work out efficiently for ten-tweleve long hours without a quality break. That will be the time when we all take our earplugs out and listen to songs from player with speakers on. After the break period is over we again put our earplugs on and help each other evolve through our work or try hearing our hearts, try hearing Him so that we do not find someone very special and dear residing within us shout at us, ‘Can’t you hear me??????’

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Karma His Way

Whatever we do, whatever we invest in or whatever we spend nothing is unnoticed. He keeps account of everything, every moment and every thought that touches us or that takes shape out of us or that manifests in our work because the Creator Himself being the banker maintains our logbook with absolute precision. Ever wondered where you spent the sum that you had earned over the last decade? You might have lost or forgotten the count but it is recorded somewhere. The same is true with this life too. The way I treated the housekeeping boy who spilled soup on the desk while cleaning or what I was thinking while saying no to the guy who was asking for money without repaying the previous sum, all has been recorded. When I realized this I started thinking why not use His account balance for the purpose He has intended to. I need to utilize this lifetime for the purpose He has proclaimed to be His directed one as told in the SriGita, or the Bible or the Quran. Atheist read him otherwise, finding follies and inaccuracies in His various manifestations. (See the ‘religious fights’, ‘crusades’, ‘jihads’ or ‘dharmayuddha’ all in His name!). But He is the one altogether.

Now I have little idea of His plans for me and I also have idea of my previous births though it is limited to a few births but even though I feel relieved with the journey so far because of this privileged state. I have no idea or memory of my ant-warm lives but I feel empathy for the same. Although at times I hurt them or I did have killed them but I do wish for their exponential, out of turn promotions though I do wonder whether it will serve the purpose for them. I do wonder what would be the fate of the person who attacked me. Inferring the no interference from His side and leaving it all to the Karma principles what shape his life would take. Karma karma karma. Why don’t we believe in its principles. Why don't we do something that is humane. Why do we not aspire for perfection in our work. Why doing something carelessly. If this is what will shape us then why not we shape what we can and when we can. Doesn’t the optimistic opportunities that it carries make the karma enjoyable activity forever. Kartavya afterall is karma than why not enjoy it why not do it with perfection. Now I willingly acknowledge the conclusion of 'Do everything and love Him'. When manifested in our work, our duties this love has the ability to liberate us, to free us from the bondages.
Love,
Preyash.

Friday, October 3, 2008

Shocking Life…Shaking Beliefs

This section was delayed for long because it needed much editing before it could surface over net. Terming it as editing would be improper because it needed internal correction from my side. Whatever I wanted to post was of a person that had complaining nature. Why he did this and why ‘he did this to ME?’ My Mentor wanted to correct me in His way but I simply resisted. This complaining attitude had to go. If we believe in His designs then why to revolt against His game-plan. I believe my rebirth was a miracle…even my coming to the capital and my friends here all had some purpose but his thought just could not go off my mind even here. Namrata m’am (though all in the office are very distinct and distinguished but she has got this precious ‘karma’ gift to share with others) told me to sincerely name him in my prayers saying whatever he did yielded his karma effect, I should not think for him with complaining attitude rather I should pray for him. I do not know how but it clicked to me. After great difficulty I prayed for him, how difficult it was I can not utter but I managed somehow. Just praying was not important I had my attitude towards him changed. After one month it got reflected in my life too. But the problem with my posting remained as it was before. Whenever I tried to write about that incident I got nervous, disturbed, perturbed and perplexed. This problem had to be sorted out so that I can share the ‘life shines’ message with all. My Muskaan fixed this problem for me by playing Ratnavali bashing and lashing everytime I portrayed that perplexed preyash at the time of writing! Anyway it is not going to be posted now but whenever it is posted one thing is for sure, it will not spit venom or complain rather it will convey love and celebrate the good things in life, the purpose it was started for.

Love,
Preyash.

Friday, September 12, 2008

‘Mystical’ quest that led to traumatic ending

Excerpt from Hindustan Times, Ranchi Edition, 21 June 2005:

‘Mystical’ quest that led to traumatic ending
NAMITA Tewari
Ranchi, June 21
PREYASPATI MISHRA, all of 25 years old, failed to appear in Post-graduate Diploma in Translation and the Bachelor in Information Technology examinations of the Indira Gandhi National Open University. He has yet to recover from the traumatic assault that his cousin Shreyaspati mounted upon him in a warped attempt to achieve mystical powers that he chose to describe as “siddhi”.  Preyashpati, nursing a head injury at the Rajendra Institute of Medical Sciences and rigned by shell-chocked parents who had rushed to Ranchi on learning of the “attempted sacrife,” was unable to place a guess as to why his cousin did so.

“I cannot imagine why Shreyaspati acted in this manner. He had met me several times at the Kashyap Hostel near Ashok nagar where I was staying and had extended an invitation to visit his home in Nagra Toli about a month ago. He met me on June 15, on the eve of my examinations, telling me that he had just come back from Lucknow and that he wished that I spent the night at his house.  I went along without suspecting that he had other designs on me,” said Preyaspati.

At his house at Tangra Toli, Shreyaspati told Preyaspati to rest easy, that he would drop him at the examination centre on the morning of the June 16.  Preyaspati did not eat the vermicelli that his cousin had prepared as a sweet dish after dinner.

The next morning Shreyaspati asked him to wait a while as he had to perform a puja.  As he waited, unaware of the design his cousin had in mind, he relaxed but soon doubled up in pain and horror as he found his cousin going hammer and tongs at him with a hammer.

“He kept aiming at my head.  I was dumbfounded to see him in this state, there was blood all over his face.  He came back at me fourth time and it was then that I asked him why he was doing so, “said Preyaspati, still unable to come to terms with his cousin’s mad behaviour.

Taking me to be semi-conscious Shreyaspati started mumbling that he would give me “liberation” and he, after he had done him in, would have gotten “siddhi”.

Somehow, Prayaspati managed to fling the latch of the house open, stumble outside and holler for help.  Neighbours rushed in when they saw me lying comatose on the ground.

“I was rushed to the Sadar Hospital by a traffic policeman and an auto-rickshaw driver.  I was referred to the RIMS by the doctors at the Sadar Hospital, “he recalled.

And that is where he today, recovering albeit slowly from the injuries sustained in his head, still benumbed by the fact that it was his cousin and nobody else who had sought to “sacrifice” him in pursuance of some mad dream.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Friday, April 18, 2008

Yes Preyash!!!

A warm welcome and greetings to you all for visiting Preyash. You might be wondering why creating a complete blog dedicated to a person, of such a common personality. When reading a blog about a person, it is only natural to anticipate projection of a perfect model, narrating the story in the most exaggerated words and manners possible.

Feel good for you are not going to face the complete man with all the virtues and no vices and yes, you are not to face him ‘in spite of your disinterest in others' life-stories’. This is because I acknowledge, respect and anticipate your liking for the truth and good things in life.

This is also because you are free to move out whenever you opt to. Here, you are not going to listen to the larger-than-life story. What you are to witness is something that helps life shine amidst all difficulties.

You are to witness hope and faith that makes everything possible. The gist of life that is well inherent in the best creation of God, ……in you, in me and in all of us.

With warm regards,


Wishing you happy reading.


Yes Preyash!!!