NOSTRADAMUS, BHAGWAD GEETA AND FINALLY ME

I am relieved to have my hands back on my blog again.Not to regret that I am late, I have written something very special for you all.

As a kid from a typical Hindu family, I always found myself surrounded by an environment filled with high religious and spiritual practices and sentiments. Stories from mythology and Gods were common. Pujas, Yagyas and Chanting were a core part of my family. But somehow I never so believed in those practices. Not to say that I was an atheist but I always thought God is omnipresent and it is more important that you have faith and not the practices and stuff. Later I realized that this was my excuse of not getting up early from bed and escaping myself from sitting for long hours in that suffocating smoke coming from the small square sized sand bowl.

But I was always attracted to the stories of Gods and demons that my Grandma used to narrate me very often. I was particularly attracted to the discussions that sometimes my aunt and Maa or some other in the family would speak about the KALKI AVATAR or God coming in the future time. I would always wonder if I would be alive to see this God or whatever it is. 

With time those stories faded in the background but this quench for knowing those predictions and happenings mentioned in our Vedas and mythology were always an excitement.

After completing my first Art Of Living course,all my questions got answered.But still this kalki thing kept bugging me in my mind. But with time this was also answered. I thought of sharing this with my friends and relatives but then I realized no one believes things without proof, so I thought when it is time they will know.

But recently I was in a session with Rishi Vidyadharji, one of the most renowned faculty of the Art Of Living Foundation. There someone from the audience asked a question to him as what is the KALKI AVATAR all about and who is it. He answered the question in five minutes and everyone in the auditorium was stunned. He mentioned few facts from the prophecies of Nostradamus and Bhagwad Geeta. I thought of presenting you as what did he say with some proof for your little intellectual mind. I did a little research here and there  and finally writing it down.  

THIS IS WHAT PROPHECY OF NOSTRADAMUS  HAS TO SAY ON THE KALKI AVATAR...

The Frenchman never visited India. In point of time, his forecasts were published well before Akbar became the Moghul ruler in Delhi. But, despite the great distance of time and space, Nostradamus clearly foresaw the rise of a mighty all-conquering Hindu nation.

To convince the skeptics it is best to quote the prophetic quatrains of the "Centuries". It must always be borne in mind that they were first published in 1555. Two copies of that edition are still preserved in the French National Library in Paris. Their genuineness cannot be disputed.

This is what is written in his book...

Quatrain 75, Century X 

Long awaited, he will not take birth in Europe,

India will produce the immortal ruler, 

Seeing wisdom and power of unlimited scope,

Asia will bow before this conquering scholar.

As if this were not a sufficient warning to fanatics, Nostradamus makes his meaning still more explicit in the following: 

Quatrain 96, Century X 

The religion of the name of the seas triumphs, 

Against the fanatics of the Khalif's adalat, 

The murderous creed of the false alefs, 

Between the Hindus and Christians will be caught.

This prophecy need a little explication. In geography, one finds the Hindu Maha Sagar (the Indian Ocean in English). Hinduism is the only religion with a sea (an ocean, rather) named after it. The Moslem fanatics believe that the Shariat or Koranic law with its sexual licence is God-given or Khalif's adalat. The Koran itself opens with the letter alef (A) in Arabic. Both Hindus and Christians have suffered at the hands of Moslems and seek revenge. Lebanon is a foretaste of things to come. The Nostradamian quatrain spells the doom of the creed.   If this interpretation sounds far-fetched,consider yet another prophetic quatrain: Quatrain 50,Century L From the peninsula where three seas meet, comes the ruler to whom Thursday is holy, His wisdom and might all nations will greet, To oppose him in Asia will be folly. South India is the only peninsula in the entire globe where three seas meet a point and stretch away. The great Hindu who will wipe out our enemies will hence be a south Indian who offers worship on Thursdays. It is easy to see why Nostradamus specifically mentions Thursday as the holy day. It is only Hindus who consider Thursday(In Hindi-Guruwar-GURU - WAR-THE DAY OF THE GURU) sacred. Moslems pray on Friday; Jews bow before God on Saturday; Christians bawl hymns on Sunday at church. Nostradamus is making it clear here that the conqueror will be a Hindu from South India. He will bind Asia together under his rule. The Hindu leader, however, will not be a tyrant. He will be ruthless with the Moslem fanatics. But he will win over the communists by persuading them of the timeless varieties of Hinduism. Even in  the Bhagwad Geeta its written that the KALKI AVATAR will come riding on a horse with a sword as his weapon and will destroy all the foulness in the world.(Everything written in those books is symbolic, of course you cannot expect a horse rider cruising along the busy streets of Chandni Chowk with a sword in his hand;-)

kalki refers to the future avtar.  Horse in Sanskrit is called Ashwa. shwa means either in the past or the future. So ashwa means that which is neither in the future or in the past.It means that which is in the present moment. So kalki refers to one who is present in the consciousness this very moment. That divinity which brings together everything at this very moment, which takes away the feeling of separation from you and rekindles belongingness in you, is present here right now.And sword in Sanskrit also refers to knowledge. So he will be the one who will use his knowledge and wisdom and spread it across the world to wipe out all the evils in the system. 

This is also indicated in Kalki Purana and other books that Lord Kalki would visit many great saints dwelling on mountains and would take their blessings. After accumulating the required boons and blessings, then finally he would be called as ‘Kalki’. 

Most of the prophets and their prophecy say that KALKI is a male(since it is an avatar of Lord Vishnu) and has already taken birth and is now already in its full form. There are also many other prophecies which indicate the same thing I have written above.

For my friends: Please try to find out a match for the profile mentioned above.For those who are smarter,I guess they know what I am speaking about...

Do let me know your feedback!!!

JGD...

50 MILLION STANLEY's,FORGET ABOUT THE DABBAS!!!

I was at office when I got the message from the yes + group to watch a movie in the evening. The show was at 6:15 but my day at the office ends at 6:30. So I called them up to say that I will not be able to make it today. In curiosity I just asked which was the movie. ‘Stanley ka dabba’ it was. I never heard of it or saw no trailers. I thought perhaps it was one of those for the little kids. I was happy that I was not missing any good stuff. But for the first time I got free from the office at 3:30. Happy and excited I reached home. After a long time we were going for an outing but I was not very much sure how the movie would be. They convinced me about the reviews.  Finally we were there and I sat to watch without any idea of what I was going to experience…

I am neither going to tell you the story nor any reviews. This particular blog comes like a appeal to all those who haven’t seen the movie or are unaware of the harsh reality.

The movie came like an eye opener to me. Amole gupte has always been magical when it comes to kids. The beauty of the movie lies in its sheer honesty and sweetness. People like me who think that a kid’s film is only for kids will find themselves stunned. But there is something in the movie which will stay in you for a long time even after the movie is over, I can bet over it.

Stanley ka Dabba ended with a shocker. The movie and many other agencies claim that there are more than 50 MILLION (5 crore) children engaged in child labor in India. I was stunned at the figure but the government of India claims it be less than 20 million (which is of course not true). According to ILO (International Labor Organization) some 217.7 million (21.77 crore) children aged 5 to 17 are engaged in child labor around the world. Are you not surprised to see the percent contribution of our country? I am!!!

The movie brings out this reality of India in a very subtle and sweet way. It’s not only about Stanley but about all those Stanley’s who are bound to surrender their childhood in cruel hands.

Everyday you meet a child who gives you a chai in the local chai shop, the one who fills the air in your car tiers, cleans your glasses, the one who sells the roadside vegetables, and what not!!! Still the kid is just another ‘CHOTU’ for us. Some of us who are a bit kind hearted would pass a smile and a few bother to do something beyond that.

An appeal to all those who think we can make a difference I have attached the list of all the NGO’s working against child labor in India. You can volunteer or donate to these organizations.List of NGO's working for child labor

Please visit the official Stanley ka Dabba website to register yourself in the tree of hope to eradicate child labor. The link is http://www.stanleykadabba.com/

And next time you see a ‘CHOTU’ working, don’t just pass a smile. Do something. I have done my bit.

God helps those who help others…

JGD...

miss you MAA...

It’s been almost five long years that I have been away from home. (Hey!! not thrown out) and in spite of all what I have gained and lost in all these years, there is one person whom I miss always and that is my MOM. And yes, if there is any time that I have missed her the most, it is now. I have been missing her so much lately that I named this week of my life as ‘mother’s week’ and have been talking to her everyday over the phone like a little kid who has been out of the house very newly.

You must be thinking that what’s new in this; everybody misses their mom and dad but I have got strong enough reasons for missing her more than anyone else right now. There were some incidents which made me miss her like never before.

It’s been exactly sixth months and I have not been to home. Never before I had been out for such a long time. Even though I was living out because of my studies, I use to go back once every 2-3 months. This time it is long for me.

I finished my 3^rd sem of MBA and got my winter holidays but I didn’t go home even if I wanted to do. Instead I used this holidays in the most productive way. I went to ashram for an advance course and thus couldn’t go home. from the time I came back from ashram last December, I am missing mom like anything. But then again you have to be strong and get along with life. So I was again busy with studies, yes + and my placements. But whatever I did, at the end of the day I used to miss her a lot and when you are tired, there’s no better place than a mom’s lap…

Time passed and I was happy that after the end of my 4th sem classes and before the final exams I would definitely go home in march. But everything changed all of a sudden and by god’s grace I got placed and I must tell you I was the happiest person that day. But again I missed mom on such an important day of life. Still I thought it will be even better to go home in March with a placement and give her another reason to smile. But again things changed and I was asked to join in early by the company. I was lost. I had mixed feelings. On one side I was happy to start earning and on the other side I was missing my family and was not in a state to start anything before I met mom and dad. But again somehow I managed and joined in early. All the plans to go home were shattered and things started to look a bit difficult. I had to shift from Noida to Gurgaon in less than a week and that too with everything of my own. It was a difficult time finishing off everything in college and leaving friends all of a sudden. What was more difficult was to wrap up everything from the old flat and shift it to the new without knowing what to take and what to leave. With all of this going on, everything was hectic and my diet was getting neglected and this was the time that I missed something the most and it was ‘the ghar ka khana’.

Then came along a series of notifications or incidents you can say where everything I saw or observed made me remember my mom. One fine day I was travelling in the metro. As usual it was very crowded and at one of the stations a family got in and they stood right in front of me. There were 4 members: a couple with their kids. One of the kids was boy and he was the youngest. He was very cute with chubby cheeks. Right from the moment the family entered, all of them (the father, mother and sister) were very pampering towards the little boy and it was very obvious by their behavior. The mother hold the kid by crossing her hands across his chest from the back like a kangaroo holds his baby. She did it so that he doesn’t fall down in the metro jerks. It was nice to see her concern.

Then in between she used to kiss him in the cheeks and every now and then she would brush her hand across his hairs in the most subtlest and caring way. I just sat back and watched. As there was no seat available, I asked the kid to sit next to me making some space. He refused instantly as the comfort of standing near his mother was much better than sitting far away. But then when the mother insisted, he came and sat giving me a shy smile. I smiled back. Due to the crowd his mother moved a bit deeper on the other half and he got worried. Every other minute he would peep his head here and there like a peacock to see whether she is still there or not? It was funny but not for him. The mother would also pass a smile whenever she was able to see him from the crowd and then he would relax for a minute but again after few moments he was frantic to see her face as he feared of being left alone. Though you may not find anything special in this but this was how my childhood went. I was always a spoiled brat. With three elder sisters and being the youngest you can think the kind of royal treatment I would have received in my good old days. Soon I reached my destination and got down saying a sweet goodbye to the kid. Now I was missing mom more than ever. I went home tired and wanted something to divert my attention. I switched on the TV to watch something to refresh me. As soon the screen flashed, guess what!!! The song ‘MAA’ from taare zaamen par started playing. I just started to laugh at the series of events making me feel nostalgic. But then as the song progressed I was lost in it. Nothing bothered or worried anymore. I just relived my entire life in those few moments of bliss. I cried, busted into tears. Smiling and crying is not an art, its natural- I realized it that day. Luckily no one was there was at home so I was free to be myself and cry it out till all was drained out. The song got over but the hangover was there. I slowly walked towards the bed, switched of the light and was up for sleep but before I slept I kissed mom and hugged her tight. I don’t know how. Think I should have done it every day when I was with her.

Love you mom and yes miss you too!!!

JGD...

THE PROMISE:

Somebody asked Guruji that if he had to promise something to him, what it would be? This is what he answered:-

I can't promise that you'd always be comfortable...

Because comfort brings boredom and discomfort.

I can't promise that all your desires will be fulfilled...

Because desires whether fulfilled or fulfilled bring frustration.

I can't promise that there will always be good times...

Because it is the tough times that make us appreciate joy.

I can't promise that you will be rich or famous or powerful...

Because they can all be a pathway to misery.

I can't promise that we will always be together...

Because it is separation that makes togetherness so wonderful.

Yet, if you are willing to walk with me,

If you are willing to value love over everything else

I promise that this will be the richest and the most fulfilling life possible.

I promise your life will be an eternal celebration,

I promise I will cherish you more than a king cherishes his crown.

And I shall love you more than a mother loves her newborn.

If you are willing to walk into my arms,

I f you are willing to live in my heart,

You will find the one you have waited for, forever...

You will meet yourself in my arms...

I promise...

- Sri Sri

JGD...

TASTING THE ICE CREAM WITHOUT EVEN EATING IT !

I am usually unpredictable in treating beggars in the streets, especially the young guns who choose to pick the bowl in their hands as an easy way to fill their stomachs rather than earning a hard day’s wage. Because I firmly believe that this country has still got enough to let its people work and earn a loaf instead of begging a crust. And Each time they come to beg to me, I ask the same question to all of them as why don’t they work rather than begging ,and almost always, most of them bow down their heads in shame and would slowly walk away without even saying a word which itself says it all. But as I said I am unpredictable, exactly the opposite happens to me when I see a child or an elderly begging. Then again comes a thought, is this the same country which has enough to feed its younger ones and not the needy and helpless. To be honest I get confused with my own questions and answers. Is it the country or the people themselves responsible for this? And to be very honest again, I never bother to find out why or give it a solution.

A similar thing happened to me a few days back when a girl child came begging to me while I was waiting for my friend to pick me up. She was hardly 8-10 years old. Short in height, she was lean and wore a colorful gown. The cruelty of winter had left her skin dry and unnourished. Her eyes were swollen and I could clearly make out those dry tears marked on her cheeks which she forgot to wipe. While I looked amazed, she was unmoved and continuously waved her hand to get some change. For a moment nothing came to my mind, and then in a sudden impulse jerk I asked her if she was hungry, and she nodded with a frown in her face. I told her I would not give her any money but buy her something to eat. Again she nodded but now with a smile. I looked around to find any road side vendor to buy her something but nothing was there. As I looked her again, her eyes were looking at something. I saw she was staring at the ice cream seller on the other side of the road. I quickly asked her if she wants to have one. This time I was expecting an answer but again she just nodded (expression unnoticed). As I quickly walked across the road and turned back to look where she was, I found myself laughing when I saw her standing next to the ice cream box before I reached there. Still being a student, I asked the icecream wala to give her an orange candy with precisely mentioning the 5 rupee one. The icecreamwala was smiling but being very black in color and with big white teethes shown wide, the smile looked more of laughter. He didn’t have the 5 rupee candy. He had the next best denomination: 10 rupee one. I paused, thought for a second and then asked him to give any. He pulled out a bar (was chocolate I guess) and handed it over to the girl. As I was giving him the money, I looked at her and she was already smiling, I smiled back, it seemed as if I had no other choice.

By now my friend arrived and I turned back to meet him completely forgetting about the girl. As I was talking to him, I just looked at her after a few minutes and she was still smiling and already looking at me, licking and enjoying the ice cream. And then when I was just about to leave, someone pulled my sweater from the side, it was her. A thought came into my mind: Now what!. but Before I could say something, she said :                           “THANK YOU BHAIYA”, “AAJ MAINE ICE CREAM PEHLI BAAR KHAYI HAI”.

I was stunned and thoughtless for a moment. First, I was not expecting a thank you and that too in English (probably she picked up this word from the locals or might have gone to school sometime before).

Second I was surprised that she never tasted an ice cream in her entire life but the fact that really shook me was the realization that how things are different for different people. For me or you an ice cream was always an insignificant buy and it was only then that I knew how many times I bought it without even knowing its worth.

But now I had realized its worth, because now I was TASTING THE ICE CREAM WITHOUT EVEN EATING IT !

Until further notice, stay happy and stay blessed !!!
JGD...

BLOGGING: A STORY UNFINISHED...

As a kid I always use to write stuffs on my black but cute little diary which I still cherish the most.But somehow with time this habit slowly went for a walk as I found myself busy with other complexities of life.And whenever in serendipity this diary use to find me rather than I finding it,time and again there would be this feeling of guilt and sadness inside me instead of being proud and happy of writing such wonderful poems and stories.I always found myself asking the same question:Why did I stop writing? I can very spontaneously remember,I use to write a lot and was so precise about my writings that I use to even mention the dates and timing of my writings.And the most funniest part is that I used to spend more time in thinking as what should be the title of my poem or story rather than what I was writing.I still very vividly remember the correction sessions with my elder sister who was the only one entitled to go through whatever I had written first, and it was only after her consent and corrections that my writings would pass to my friends.

With time this zeal and flare for writing was gone but on one fine day I had to write something for someone.This was almost after 10 years when I wrote last (time very accurately mentioned, tallied from the last poem dated in my diary). I had roughly 2-3 days to write on that something special. I must tell you this was one of the most difficult time for me as I found myself staggering and falling short of words. It took me to reach heavens to start the first line.But finally when I started I just wrote down what this heart had to say for the last 10 years. I didn't actually know how good or bad it was but it gave me a sense of relief and satisfaction that I was longing for a long time which was much more than any compliment or comment.

And then immediately came the time when I was in the most difficult situations,fighting all odds and forgetting to see the creative side of me. Soon I was again busy with so called life and its 'larger than life' speed.

I forgot that I could even write.

But then came the turning point (or as we Indians say: the climax). Tried and tested from life, I was heading nowhere when suddenly I found myself enrolling to a course called THE YES+ (no clue of how it happened). No human being on this earth could ever define the experience and transformation I had after the course. I was simply amazed and baffled as how can one change in a such a short duration of 6 days. Immediately after the course I had this feeling of completeness and bliss that I never experienced before.And then what! All that was stirring in this heart for a long time was waiting to be heard of and I found myself coming up with new and fresh ideas every time.The diary and the pen was always ready,the only one who wasn't was me.Now there were no boundaries and no stops.A great lesson was learned.

Someone rightly said "When the heart overflows,it comes out through the mouth."

With his blessings I feel covered with grace.Whatever I am today is all because of him. And as he asked to do something creative this year,there could not have been any thing better to offer him. I have started to write again.

And to the few heroes and friends in my life who kindled this inspiration to write again:- DEEPAN Da and Pranav Bhaiya, I LOVE YOU !!!


Keep waiting for more !!!
JGD...