Saturday, November 23, 2013

WEEK 47, GOA, INDIA

When you tell one lie you needs must lie several. When you do honest, it be the only time. No remembrance, no manufacturing, no thinking back on what was last said, nothing. Just a free fall out of the window or wherever, but carrying always the parachute that spreads, protects, cushions the fall – the fall we must all go through.

The silence of divinity, both inside and outside is at first unnerving. The creator resides inside. Inside this large space shuttle. Space shuttle yes, for in modern times that is the object of closest desire when the heavens have to be penetrated.
Not all then can accomplish this feat of a visit that would confirm once and for all, a value that we have been expecting to know. There is the small matter of training. Years and years of it. In metaphorical terms, a training that takes a lifetime. Each minute after birth is the moment in preparation for a departure ..

“आने के ही साथ जगत में ,
कहलाया जाने वाला ….”

Those prophetic lines from Mr Harivanshrai Bachchan's works – ‘the moment I arrived in this world, I was labeled as one that would go’
We all shall go, but to go with laughter and happiness would be a complete life ..

रोते हुए आते हैं सब ,
हँसता हुआ जो जाएगा ,
वो मुकद्दर का Sikandar, जाने मन कहलाएगा  ..

We all come crying in this world, but he that goes out with laughter dearest one, shall be known as Muquaddar ka Sikandar ; the master or the Kingly leader of his fate and destiny !

Keep Smiling

Harish Nayak

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