Madhupur Satra

In the year 1489, when Sankardeva reached Kochbehar, the then King of Koch - Rajbangshi dynasty Maharaja Naranarayan requested him to preach and spread the teachings of the Neo-Vaishnava cult. In his honour, the king built the Satra in the 16th century. Guru Sankardeva breathed his last at this Satra in the year 1568.  The present Satra has been innaugrated by the then Cheif Minister of Assam Bimala Chandra Chaliha in the presence of the then Cheif Minister of West Bengal Prafulla C Sen. Lakshmikanta Mahanta is the present Satradhikar of the Satra.

 

We started our journey early morning from Beparipatty, Gauripur. We anticipated a huge rush and hence started early. We were excited to head towards the place with such religious sanctity. We reached Kochbehar after a journey of 3 hours and headed towards Madhupur More in a shared tempo. To our astonishment, there wasn't even a single gate showing the entrance to the Satra. After being dropped by the tempo, we enquired with several local shops if we were on the correct path or not. We never imagined a place with such religious importance without a gate. We headed towards the Satra in an electric rickshaw, locally known by the name 'Toto'.

 

The view of Madhupur More. There isn't any gate to welcome you to the Satra. Electric Rickshaws stand there to facilitate your conveyance to the Satra.

The gate just outside the Satra

There are a couple of bookstalls outside the Satra which has books of Sankardeva and his teachings. These stalls also hold several things for worship at the Satra.

Book stalls and hand carts outside the Satra.



The view of Madhupur Satra



 



The Kirtan Ghar of MadhupurSatra

Some preachings of Sankardeva inscribed on the walls of the Satra

A side view of the Satra
 

Another view of the Satra walls

The Satra also holds a lamp which has been lighting since about five hundred years

With an young priest of the Temple

 

We were disappointed to see only few devotees there. The Satradhikar and other priests of the Satra welcomed us whole heartedly and they also asked us for an overnight halt. The Satradhikar spoke to us on various religious issues and also shared various facets and memoirs associated with the Satra. We were really motivated to hear him speak. We sat beside him and listened to him; an aura of positivity soon surrounded us.

Satradhikar Lakshmikanta Mahanta speaking with devotees who visited the Satra

Satradhikar Lakshmkanta Mahanta speaking to one of the devotees

The famous Gunamala (গুণমালা) which was written by Sankardeva in one night as per the request of Koch King Naranarayana  is also preserved in this sacred place. The book contains rhyming and sonorous verses and it is considered as a handbook of Bhagwata Purana. The historical significance of the book goes back to a debate between King Naranarayana and his pandits. When the court poets asked for a condensed version of the entire ten cantos of the Bhagwata Purana overnight, all the poets refused. However Sankardeva took the challenge and accomplished it. The booklet was kept in a wooden box, painted yellow and red and elephant was drawn within the circumference of the circle. He signified that he had squeezed an elephant into a lime pot (হাতী মাৰি ভুৰুকাত ভৰোৱা). He exhibited his extraordinary skills of breivity and impressed King Naranarayana.

The last remains of Sankardeva and Madhavdeva are preserved here. There are also certain important things like the Paduka's of Sankardeva and the bronze pen used by him. These last remains are displayed twice in a year. Once in the time of Rash and the next in the anniversary of the first Satradhikar, which is two or three days before Saraswati Puja. Another important fact of this place is that the first ten Satradhikar's of this place left for heir heavenly abode on the same day.

 

Satradhikar Lakshmikanta Mahanta also spoke about the various problems the Satra was facing. He was disappointed that there were very few visitors to the Satra. He expressed that he would have been delighted if more visitors visited the place. He also said that the financial support towards a place that holds high historical importance of Assamese culture is very low and that it needs more support from  the government. The Satradhikar is suffering from kidney ailments and he also expressed his disappointment that nobody visits the Satra to enquire about his health. He was hospitalized a few days back in Guwahati Medical College and Hospital (G.M.C.H) and there were handful of visitors to visit him.

Madhupur Satra is one of those places which holds high importance, both for the followers of Hindu Dharma as well as for the Assamese culture. The place with such sanctity is now facing scarcity of recognition. This place is also important hotspot for tourism for people from Assam.

Melody of Victory

 

 

Young men, not even a beard on face,

separated by all, termed as a disgrace.

They marched ahead, with a broken heart,

they tamed mutiny, yet seeked love.

What they seeked, was a lovers cuddle,

they faced swords, and struggled in battles.

They faced cuts, groaned in pain,

they were soldiers, agreed to die virgin.

After days in battle, one fine day,

they went outnumbered, about to fall astray.

They gathered courage, went to fight back,

for death may come, yet glory shall remain.

They killed the enemies, killed to live,

they won the war, sand the melody of victory.

The empty purse

He tamed a long dream of investing in mutual fund. His little interest in the equity market made him tame this far-sighted dream. He awaited long for his first salary. Although it is not much, still that petty amount would have made his long tamed dream come true.

After a fortnight of his salary, he saw the slip out of the ATM. It was enough for him to survive for the remaining fortnight, but purely scarce to get near his dream. He had nothing but a broken heart.

His moments of disgust were interrupted by a pat on his shoulder by his father. He stared at his dad.

"Thank you Son for these wonderful gifts. It means a lot to receive them from you. Your first salary has made the home glitter again. Everyone is happy with their gifts. I am proud of you", said the old father expressing the happiness of the younger brothers and sisters and his mother.

He soon got relief from those moments of disgust. He was happy. The empty purse and his lost dream of investing in the market had restored the happiness in his family.

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Illogical Sterotyping

I have a list of fatiths, beliefs and misconceptions which I would like to be eradicated from the society. Certain things have become part and parcel of the modernized society that we can't

• Anything black is related with evil and negativity. Why is black blamed to be so impure? Until and unless people stop stereotyping black to be something, we can't eradicate racism.

• The birth of a girl child is always associated with creation of fixed deposit, buying of gold and saving money for her marriage. We can't eradicate dowry from the society, until and unless we eradicate it from our mindset.

 

 

• Long hair and streetside hangouts are not a symbol of hooligans. Not all guys with long hair are drug addicts. Some prefer to keep hair long as a matter of choice and style. Having a hairdo is a matter of personal interest and any person poking his nose into others choice is not at all a gentlemen.

• A lady sitting in the pillion doesn't always mean that she's a girlfriend or a date. If not always a sister, may be also a good friend. Its actually the choice of the lady and the person riding it. Even their is no problem with any authority concerned, if the rider is riding withing traffic norms.

• Red eyes not always mean a person is drunk or high, at times it always mean that a person is tired. Any person on a cruiser bike to a long unknown dusty road will know the story behind red eyes.

• A couple on a two wheeler doesn't always mean that the boy will ride and the girl will be on pillion. Those who think it to be so has never sat behind a girl and enjoyed a good time while the lady had some moments of freedom.

• The kitchen is not always the place for ladies. If anyone has ever thought it to be so then perhaps they haven't read about women business leaders and had good food by male cooks. Its all about passion and interest.

• We have the habit of digging into history by the name of a person. While the first name indicates towards religion, the last name points towards caste. Some social judgements involves so much of these that personality plays no role in such cases. A persons trait can never be generalized with his caste or religion.

• Clothes can never define a person. People ususally judge a persons charecter based on his clothes. There can be a con in a dhoti and a gentlemen in a faded jeans. A few inches gap between her top and jeans makes it questionable but the same gap between the blouse and saree is acceptable. Clothes can never be a reason for judging someone's charecter.

• The girl should not always be younger and shorter than the guy. What matters is understanding and bondage and it is perfectly alright if we find it in a girl who is elder to us. Also, her height can never be a relationship deciding factor.
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Mask

 

Masks and masks,

Masks everywhere.

With pride they hide,

The tales of glory.

They hide the scars,

Which hold tales of wars.

They hide the tears,

Which the heart broken boy beholds.

The pain of the poor father,

Who couldn’t buy his boy a toy.

The world never saw the pain,

The mask covered the dark night’s rain.

 

 

Masks and masks,

Masks everywhere.

They hide the faces,

Which pretends innocence.

The exploiters of beauty,

Who should have been hated,

Are being unconditionally loved,

Thus the mask does its duty.

The Third Child

He was not born as intelligent as his brothers. His brothers scored good marks; he somehow managed to drag through the passing line. His father had high ego factors as he was a renowned man in the society. He was always disappointed upon his third child. He had a younger sister. She had faith upon her thrid brother.

"One of your child will make you proud one day," said the family astrologer to the father on a visit.

"I am sure it will be one of them", the father said pointing the two elder brothers."I have a dream to see one among them as a engineer and the other as doctor," continued the typical Indian father.

"It can be him also or the little girl," said the astrologer pointing the third child.

"She is yet to grow up and he is not competent enough to do so", said the father.

"What's wrong with him?" asked the inquisitive astrologer.

"Well he isn't as sharp as his brother's. I just hope he gets competent enought to earn fr his own living," said the father.

The third son failed in the second year of graduation. His father got furious. "I will be happy if you don't turn up on the day when I will be laid on the pyre," said the father angrily.

The third son joined the army. He realized his passion of serving the motherland.

He was on a night patrol with his team and suddenly there was an ambush. He openned fire at the miscreants. He pulled his team members who were hit by bullets to the cover by the rocks. Whenever realized a pinch of fear within he asked his team to be brave. He was short of bullets. He thought to pull the knife out and march towards the hideout of the terrorists. Suddenly they threw a grenade towards them. He volunteered to jump upon the grenade by his chest to lessen the impact upon others by taking the splinters on his chest. He died instantaneously but his bravery saved the life of his team mates.

They carried the coffin of the bravemen with the Tricolour. Thousands of people gathered at his place. The town was declaed holiday for the day. The residens of the town decided to change the name of the years old town road to his name. They also decided to put a small statue in the field beside the town health centre. The father who was just a resident of the town until the day before was now the most respected person in the entire town.

They bought his bed roll and belongings home. His mother openned the suitcase. There was a letter. She read but couldn't anounce. She handed it to the father. The letter was penned as -

Dear Dad,

If you are reading this letter ever, than I am surely resting somewhere in another world. I always wanted to hug you tightly once, but couldn't. I know that I was never a good son like my elder brothers, but believe me I always tried to be one. I am sorry I could never make you proud. I have saved some money ever since I joined the job. I would want you to take that as my contribution for my sisters education. I know you and your elder sons are rich enough but somewhere you also have a third child and its from him to his little younger sister. I will be happy if you put the fire on my pyre.

Your Son

The lover in a hooligan

Ever since as a child I admired the role of Radhe in Tere Naam. I have admired the realistic acting of Salman Khan and his role of Radhe. Radhe is a college going rowdy and hooligan who lives with his elder brother and sister-in-law. Although he completed his graduation five years back, yet he is attached to the college and helps office bearers wins elections. Although he engages in brawls and hits up people at times, yet he is not a bad person by heart and that he evident when he fights with a local goon who was trying to molest a mentally unstable girl. He falls in love with a girl and also saves the girl elder sister from a trap in a brothel. He also went to the extent of hitting a government official on duty, who happened to be the girls brother-in-law, not because he wanted the girl but because the husband was a greedy dowry seeker and such a punishment to him was the need of the hour. Because of his generosity, he had become enemies to several goons. Those goons beat him and hit him to a train boggie head-bar several times causing internal brain hemorrhage and ending him to be mentally unstable person. He ends up at a Ashram where he is being tied up with chains and kept like an animal. He recovers and flees from there, but to his astonishment his sees his girlfriend's dead body on the day of her marriage as a disagreement to get married to anybody else than him. He could have led his free life happily, but as a price to his girlfriends death he chose to spend the rest of his life at the Ashram.

This role has several aspects which can be related to most Indian gully boys. We are often misunderstood as hooligans because we are seen strolling around local shops in the evenings. We know how to respect a women and getting into a brawl to save her dignity is not a big issue for us. We are lovers at heart, but are afraid with the fear of getting dejected or with the monetary fear as mostly we are jobless as our parents are incapable to pool in the money required to bribe a fat greedy middleman at the government office.

Most Indian boys have always worshiped Salman bhai because of his personality and generosity for poor. I have also had the experience of saving part of daily pocket money to watch his movie at the local theater. This movie is a blockbuster and most Indian boys could relate themselves to the role of Radhe, if not fully but partially. There was a hidden lover in the face of hooligan and that is how Indian gully boys are, often misunderstood and dejected by the society, yet living like a hero.

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How my parents passed the test

I was then 17 and my 12th board exams were going on. I was sick with jaundice (which got detected after the exams) and heavy fever. I couldn't study. The day before the last exam, which was mathematics I was down with fever. The thermometer read 104 degree Celsius. I had two pills to take care of the fever and which was sufficient to make me feel drowsy. The last thing which I could see before falling asleep was tears on my mother's eyes. I could make out it was because she was worried about my health and my exams.

"You are too sick. You don't need to give your exam tomorrow and you will be taken to a hospital tomorrow," said my mother with the grief that I would be losing a year of my academics.

"Don't worry Maa, please wake me up tomorrow morning. If needed I will crawl to the exam hall. I might fail but I will still appear," I said my words just before I fell asleep.

I woke up and had two more tablets of fever. I reached the hall and soon after the question paper was distributed I started feeling drowsyp. I couldn't fight the sleep and instead fell asleep . I woke up after one and half hour. The exam was already half gone. I turned around to see my best friend in tension. She even cried later. I went to the toilet and washed my face. I sprinkled water upon my eyes so that I could be awake for another ninety minutes.

I saw the paper. It wasn't easy and luckily I knew most of the paper. I had a perfect partnership with the pen and I jolted down 60 marks in the time left. I didn't know the rest or else my pen would have sure been with me till the end. I was sure to pass.

My best friend walked to me and she cried. She didn't want me to lose a year. I assured her that it wouldn't have been so.

As I walked out I saw my father. He was there with sweets and juice. I grabbed some and passed on to my friends. It was the last day of our exams and all my friends had different party plans. I went home, had my lunch and was rushed to the hospital. I was admitted immediately. When most friends of mine were having cuisines, I was there at the hospital with salines. I was detected jaundice, fever and weak liver. I was later taken to Hyderabad for further treatments. The day of results came. I scored 42 out of the 60 that I had attempted and passed with first divisions and later got in to engineering.

My neighbours and relatives complained about my poor performance and also placed their suggestions. Later when I sat with my parents they coined me to be a hero. They were happy that I made it somehow.

I was glad at my parents than at my results. I was glad to have parents who were least bothered about my exams and results. I am proud of my parents. They passed the test. Most Indian parents wouldn't.

To my future child

To my future child,

First of all, if you are able to read this then probably you have grown up and you already have a glimpse of life. Probably you are in a bed of roses or probably life isn't so easy for you now. May be you are fighting with the issues of early teens. Believe me, after half a decade those won't even matter. Three dreams that I want to pass on to you as your dad are -

• Firstly, I want you to love your country. You are born with a debt towards your motherland. You can only overcome the debt when you serve your motherland. Its good if you can be in the army and stand front foot while serving your nation; but if you can't don't be disappointed. Serving the countrymen is as important as serving the frontiers. Make sure you do something that benefits the people of the nation. Be proud because you are an Indian.

• Secondly, it doesn't matter if you are a boy or a girl. I don't know if you are going to be a boy or a girl and it doesn't matter to me even. I want to you to learn to respect a person because of his personality and not because of gender or demography. I don't want to you respect a person because of his gender, religion, caste, community, income group or age. I want you to realize that personality, attitude and thoughts are the real assets of a person. Tangible aspects like demography don't measure a person; but intangible aspects like personality does.

• Thirdly, I want you to know that you must realize the value of money and then you shall realize the importance of hard work. I want you to do smart work so that you be intellectually sound and strong enough to be competent for any challenge. I won't suggest you where to spend but would ask you to think on what you spend.

You shall be a human being, but its up to you to judge 'Being Human'.

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A friendship story

He loved his girl. He proposed and she agreed to marry. The marriage was planned within a fortnight. The boy knew he would be busy with preparations and he handed his dad a list of around fifty friends whom he wanted to be invited for his wedding. His dad said it would be done.

On the day of his wedding he was astonished to see that only eight of his friends were at the wedding. He turned towards his father and asked, "Didn't you send the invitation to all of them?"

"I did, but in a different manner," replied the dad.

"What did you do?" asked his son.

"I said you were kidnapped and somebody needs to be there to help you escape," he replied.

The boy got moisture in his eyes and hugged his friends. He walked to his father to thank him and his father gave him a word of advice as wedding gift, "Live with company, not with crowd. You  need friends beside you, not a crowd mongering around."

A father's advice..

Oh beautiful girl, where are you dwelling around?

there are thorns pass the pine,

be careful, you are too young to realize,

if you slip into them; I shall be stabbed alive..

You are my princess, with a dress and a tiara,

and a beautiful smile that happily stays on you,

you ain't any melancholy; but a carol for me,

for your sake, any sacrifice is worth giving..

A father's advice, that I wish to propagate,

choose by the heart, not by the beauty,

for when winter comes nomads leave and natives live,

you shall meet a prince who shall walk past thorns to thee..

The homemaker hubby

Stereotypes that have been there for ages saying an woman's true place to be in the kitchen and proudly we have been able to drive that out of the society to a great extent. It may be prevalent in the society somewhere in the nooks and corners, but it can be claimed that the era of the stereotype is in the history now.

The next generation stood up to step ahead towards equality where responsibilities and chores of the house were shared equally by the partners and which resulted in a progressive household and also led to higher household income. This trend is still followed in many households. Sharing things brings in respect for each other among the partners and also brings extra moments of love.

There is this new concept of the husband being the homemaker. Yes, I am saying something from the recent bollywood release 'Ki & Ka' starring Kareena Kapoor and Arjun Kapoor. Its actually a great concept for men who have longed to be in the kitchen. Usually men drop out the idea of being in the kitchen with the fear what their neighbours and kin's might think. Social norms have taken out the urge from many men to spend in kitchen. Many men like to do household chores and they long to be near the stove. It is pertinent when after a week of hard work men run to the kitchen on sundays to cook something good for their other half. They find solitude in cooking rather than analyzing excel sheets with data poured in it. Its not only chilling beside the lake with a pint in hand that brings excitement in to a man, but also cooking and doing other household chores. In fact, this new concept has proven that work and gender aren't related at all and everyone in the society has the right to live their life.

What I learned from my mother..

I have grown up in a family where both my parents are working and I have always seen my mother as a dedicated later towards her work. She has never complained and also never skipped work, except on those occasions when it was mandatory to do so. Even after all the responsibilities at work I have never seen her skipped any part of her work at home. She has always ensured that our meals are ready on time and everything that is necessary to keep the house as home. She has perfectly maintained that home and work life balancing.

Often in family gatherings I have seen most women getting engaged in gossiping and bitching. Somehow my mother has always ensured that she stays away from all that. Instead she gets in to those talks which say about future prospects for me or anything other that is constructive. I have never seen her bitch. Even when I ever complained about anyone, she asked to stay calm. As a child when I ever said anything wrong about anyone she used to say me it was a sinful act and automatically I stayed away. Now when I have grown up, she knows that saying it as a sinful act won't keep me away from doing so. So he just says that she doesn't like it when I do so.

I have also learned from her to stop relying on anybody. Even after being a working lady she has never relied upon a helper or a servant. She never minds doing the household chores. When inquired, she says she actually does it as it keeps her healthy. This has influenced me to a great extent and even after having persons around to help I still do my own tasks. The only things that I can't do myself is pressing my clothes and stitching a button back on a shirt. I am sure I shall soon excel in these sectors also.

At my place its purely vegetarian and my mom has been cooking vegetarian food for the past 26 years without the use of any onion and garlic. Often our near and dear ones remain astonished seeing that. I have heard people saying that onion and garlic adds taste to food and meat and fish adds taste to a meal. My mother has proudly proved it wrong and she has always ensured taste in a mean without use of any chicken, fish, ginger or garlic. I am far away from being an expertise in this field.

Bhutan

I have always admired travelling to places that are blessed with nature's presence and filled all around with picturesque beauty. I have admired the beauty of the hills and the serenity. My dream lies in travelling lands that are saturated with picturesque beauty with the company of only a couple of near and dear ones. Peace and serenity is something that I feel is worth paying for always.

Bhutan, a land of monasteries and impregnated with nature is one of my dream destinations. One of the sought after places in the country is the Tiger Nest Monastery. The monastery hangs off at a cliff, above blue pines and rhododendrons. People take can take a pony to some part of the place, but on towards the monastery their is steep walk and narrow roads. The narrow roads take up to a waterfalls nearby through the snow lion cave. This is the place where Guru Rinpoche bought Buddhism to Bhutan on the back of a tigress. Paro valley, which is also an example of God's masterpiece creation is visible from this place.

Tiger Nest Monastery

Paro Valley

The Punakha Dzong, which is the second largest Dzong in the entire country is considered a very sacred place and also considered as a place of utmost happiness. The place is located at a juncture of two rivers, Pho Chu and Mo Chu. Interestingly, both the rivers belong to separate genders. The place is covered with jacaranda trees which bloom on during the entire summer and the place is connected to the mainland through a wooden bridge.

Punakha Dzong

The peak of Zuri Dzong Trek is another worth mentioning site that mesmerized tourists around the globe for hours and hours. The place has also a cave where Budhha came in 8th Century to meditate.

The Phobjikha and Gangtey valley are also places that shall make alive the human inside everyone else. The black necked crane, which is considered as an endangered species is found in this place. A wide range of plant and animal habitat fills around this place and tourists capture unforgettable moments for lifetime during their visit to this place.

Gangtey Valley

A small town with clean environment to catch up for amazing view of a growing culture along with nature is visible well in Phuentsholing. 

Phuentsholing

Bumthang valley is considered the spiritual heartland of the country and there are several ancient and precious religious sites at this place. Temples and apple trees are widely found in this entire region.

Bumthang Valley

Thimphu, the country's capital is a conglomerate of history and modernization. Buildings in Bhutanese architecture are seen there are those are built only up to a certain height.

Thimphu

Thimphu

Wangduephodrang district is the one of the lands where cattle rearing is clearly visible in pastureland's. Also various bamboo handcrafts are made at this place.

Wangduephodrang district

This land is a piece of God's excellent creation and where nature dwells happily. A visit to this land would introduce the people to an extraordinarily remarkable habitat and would also mesmerize the tourists. One can take an album of beautiful pictures away from this place on the visit to this beautiful habitat. 

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What's you last meal..??

In the S01E10 of Prison Break the cop walks over to Lincoln with his meal and hands him over a paper to note down his wish for the last meal before he his electrified. It suddenly got stuck in my head that if God would have asked me about my last meal before my death, then what it would be.

I would prefer a complete vegan meal, because that's the way my parents are having their food for more than two and half decades and their's not even a hairline trace of any non-vegetarian ever at my place. My mom is a fantastic cook and I shall prefer everything that's only cooked by her. I will start with the main course directly and then jump over to the desserts. I will stay away from Indian breads and directly jump to pulao. With pulao I would prefer some arhar dal tadka, which is my classic when my mom cooks over and then just before serving she pours some ghee over it. I would like the meal to be accompanied with all the dishes of paneer that my mom can cook. I have seen her cook so many different dishes and as a child I would be disappointed if any of my meal didn't have any paneer in it. My mom made it sure to have paneer, at least for me in every dish that she cooked. I would like to have paneer butter masala, kadai paneer, paneer burji, shahi paneer, paneer khorma, palak paneer and I shall also be delighted if small pieces of paneer is mixed with the pulao. After that I would like some mixed vegetable sabji. I will also not exclude that jackfruit curry, which my mother cooks. I will also love that sewali (night flowering jasmine) fry, which my mother used to specially cook for my grandfather when he was alive. I will also not leave the traditional boil potato fry. Assamese dishes like mashed potato and roasted brinjals should also be included. Perhaps I will be full after this.

This is not all, I will still long for the dessert. Anyways I shall be ready for bowel disorders, if there were to be any. I won't have to long for a doctor after death. I will prefer kheer and rasgulla's. I will prefer at least 4 to 5 rasgulla's. I will also like rasmalai, as that is the sweet that I remember crying for when my dad used to take to the sweet shops and I never remember him denying for it. 

After all this I will be full and be ready for it. Rather than longing for the great sleep of life, I will be more delighted if I could take a nap for a while and have the entire meal over again.

The pic above is no way what my mother cooks. She can cook far better than that. Obviously I would like to thank the guy who uploaded this after having a good meal, For his sake, I could use it in my blog.

Relevance

I touch the feet of my parents before leaving, not because of any fear, but because of respect. I also have scientific justification for it, and that's what probably is being looked for. As per modern science, the right side of our body consists of positive and the left side of our body consists of negative energy. When I bow in front of my parents and touch their feet, our vertical body are in opposite direction. The left side of the body stands in front of the right side. We have the custom of touching our parents feet with crossed hands, thus allowing both forms of energy to flow in an uniformed circuit. When my parents bless me my placing their right hand over my head, their is the formation of a complete circle and which allows complete flow of positive energy.

There is a custom of visiting temple on Amavasya day and the concept of Ekadashi fasting. There is close relation between the moon and the human mind. Our mind is in its strongest form on a full moon day and weakest form on a no-moon day. To keep away from negative thoughts, people visit temples on a no-moon day. Also, what we consume is actually reflected on its fourth day. Non vegetarian items lead to negative thoughts in us. To avoid from negative thoughts it is advised to take fruits on the eleventh day, as that would help in developing positive thoughts four days later on the day of Amavasya. 

The principles of Veda's and Upanishad's are the revelation of eternal truth which are based on the realization of the Sadhu's. Santana Dharma is an inter-phase of both science and religion.

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The Virgin Soldiers

Graves looked very young,

heart sang melancholy song,

fought proudly; died bravely

virgin soldiers proved loyalty.

Trrrng Trrrng Thoughts - III

Trrrng Trrrng.. the phone rings

"Hello," greeted Ishani with the universal conventional way as she picked up the call.

"Hello Ishani," as Yudhi greeted her back.

"Yudhi?" she asked with astonishment. She was shocked to receive the call at 03:25 AM in the morning.

"Yeah gorgeous, its me again. Many many happy returns of the day."

"You remember my birthday?" she asked in surprise.

"Why won't I?" he asked back. "I have been calling you up since 12' O clock," he added.

"Oh I am sorry, I didn't have your new number," she apologized without much thoughts.

"I haven't change my number for years. Both me and my contact number are the same for years."

She remained silent and he too didn't expect any answer after that. The pause went on for a while.

"I was having some issues with my boyfriend and so I didn't pick up an unknown number," she replied with a lower tone of voice.

"I am none to comment on your personal matters," replied the forever gentle Yudhi.

"He forgot my birthday just like the previous years," she broke down as she said. Her gesture proving her unconditional love for her boyfriend.

"You see, I never forgot your birthday till date," he replied. She remained silent. "Is it the reason you didn't pick up the call?" he asked.

"Yeah," she replied.

"Can you do me a favor on your birthday?" he asked.

"Please don't propose me again. I don't like to turn down your proposal every time."

"No, its not that. Even I don't like to get heart broken every now and then."

"Then what is it?"

"Can you please come down? I am getting impatient, its really hard to wait for three and half hours with an umbrella on one hand and cake on the other," he said.

"What?" she was shocked.

"Yeah. I am here since 11:45 PM. I have got your favorite Boston Cream Pie and a small gift for you. Can you please come down fast?"

She ran to the window pane. He was there.

"I love you," she didn't know how she uttered those words. It was out of excitement for that moment.

"Save that for your boyfriend. I am sure he is planning a better surprise for you tomorrow."

"I am sure he isn't," she replied as she rushed through the stairs.

She ran to hug him. He passed on the umbrella upon her so as to protect her from getting wet. Meanwhile, he could feel his shoulders get wet by her tears.

"I was here to see a smile on your face, and not for your tears."

"You haven't changed," she smiled, but the moisture in her eyes weren't over yet.

"I said you that beautiful girl."