Moan

Duke was playing with a dewdrop on a beautiful morning. When he tried to touch the dew drop, it ran away from him all over the big leaf.  The grass and flowers were damp with dew.  They were shining like gems due to the reflection of suns rays on them. He was not alone over there; one cuckoo was sitting on a branch of Cherry tree and was curiously watching him play.  Suddenly as duke's attention got diverted by the birds coo Kuuuooooooo, his finger ran over the dew and crushed it.  Thus Duke broke the dew.

He felt strange suddenly.   It was a silent valley surrounded by mountains… a vast green grass land with a small lake and a river flowing through the hilly rocks. The shrubs were blooming with colorful flowers making a beautiful contrast in the green meadows. Far away there was a huge mountain…its snow capped peak trying to touch the sky.   

Moksha

                                                  

Pumnamno narakadyastu trayate pitaram sutah
tasmat putra iti proktah svayameva swayambhuva
Because a son of his own, by birth, saves a father from the hell called “PUT” is called PUTRA.

{Shloka ::!38/ Chapter :: 9 /Manusmriti}

Fold your hands and  invite the spirit of your father to give offering and Say……

“Om Agachaantu mi pitar emaam grihantu jalaan jalim”

Remember your  father in mind and be close to his soul

“ Kashyapa Gotra Asmati Pita Shiv Shankar Nath…

Vasuroopa tripyatamidam Tilodakam”

Til ke saath teen baar Ganga Jal daalo ( Pour the water of Ganges along with seasame seed 3 times.)

Gangajalam Vaa

Gangajalam Vaa

Gangajalam Vaa

Tasmey swadha Namaha

Ambika was sitting at the back yard of her house.  For the last two days she had not done any work..  Pandit ji was now waiting outside.  What should I answer him? Mind is hollow….there is something deeply wrenching at the depth of my heart.  The sky was overcast…ready to shed tears???  It was a rainy day toowhen I stepped into Seth house with Ganga mausi.