Tales from my grandma

Did your grandma tell you stories when you were little? Mine did and she keeps telling me stories whenever we sit together. Like this time when we went to Anandpur, she told me tales about how the place was built in front of her eyes, how Gurumaharaj performed satsang, what toil people went through and what not.

The other stories she used to tell me in my young days were mostly fables, you know stories with morals like don't lie, don't steal, be honest, work hard, how God stands by the strong and true and punishes the evil. More or less every story had a similar end and there were in all 7-8 stories. But I remember going to my granny every night to hear them over and over. I vividly remember how she used to ask me "Aaj kaunsi wali sun ni hai?" or me going to her and saying " Aaj mombattiyon wali sunaona". Then there used to be times when she would go through each of them quickly until I stopped her at one and she would start from beginning to end. Despite the repetition, I have grown up hearing all those stories. Today when I went to see her, she told me another story about ego and sacrifice. Whle driving back home I was thinking to myself that some things that I received as a kid were priceless. Dadi ma ki kahaniyan.. are seriously some of the most precious events of my life. It stands for deep bonding, family time, harmony within a family and love above all.

Wow! I am just overcome by pride and humbled to be part of such a close knitted family. I am definitely going back to my granny to hear the 'mombattiyon wali kahani' all over again!

Its time to unclutter

Somewhere in the last few months I turned into something that until a little while back used to think was part of me. I convinced myself that through some human connections I will be able to connect with my core more deeply. Somewhere I thought, I had found that perfect human connection who was the closest to my own alter ego. But the same bond has made me feel diffident, unloved, insecure, unprotected, ugly and crazy more number of times than it has made me feel wanted, desirable, perfect and beautiful.

Until yesterday, I was ready to let go of my basic nature thinking what I'd become through impositions will also be me, one day. Until yesterday, I was ready to let go everything. But yesterday I realized, no amount of efforts are enough to satisfy anyone who cannot trust their own choices and cannot understand the importance of being courageous in life. Nothing that I would do, will make anyone confident. People who love misery, will stay in it.. however hard you try to pull them out of it.

People will wake up from ignorance only when they choose to. People change only when they choose to stop being adamant. People progress only when they choose to move out of their comfort zone and people can give fully only when they have the courage to accept and acknowledge other people fully.

Until then, no amount of anybody else's wisdom or goodness can help because to embrace even that is a matter of choice.

Haaah... that's life!