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A coin has three sides. The third side is the sum of both sides, even though it might not be so important or might look less attractive than the other sides. In context the third side is very important as it not only supports the both sides, but also divides them . So let me sketch this story on the three sides of a coin now.

ONE SIDE

Hey! What are you doing!!!!!

OH!…no…let me…how marvelous it is?

 I really feel ashamed. Please don’t do this

Oh honey, please. I have never seen this before so close…please fathom.. Let me see it.

Why are you seeing through the mobile cam? You are recording it!!!!

So what…you are not with me all the time. I miss you a lot. It is to see when you are away from me. Please take away your hands.

No. I won’t let you. I am scared.

 

In search of.............

This Himalayan cool breeze is soothing my soul.  It feels so wonderful to sit at the banks of Ganga. No wonder you chose this place.  It is so amazingly beautiful and serene.

Yes absolutely. I love this place. I sit and meditate here for hours together and I walk in this sugar sand till I get tired. I feel like I belong here. Ganga here, cares for me like my grandma…we have our own world and things to feel and discuss.

I know you were very close to Naani ma¹.  I met Devika before coming here.  

Yeah…She was with me in my ashram when she came to attend Kumbh Mela² last time. She called me yesterday and informed about your arrival here. She said that you were on a journey of self discovery of your spirituality.  That’s the reason I decided to meet you.

Fortunate

What was happening at Aamina’s House yesterday? I heard lot of sounds from there.

Amma, she brought one new brand Maruti car yesterday. She was saying, the school bus is not regular and she is worried about the safety of the children too.

Hmmmm…..what to say…it is fate. Till last year they were studying in Government Pallikoodam (1). Now they are going to English Medium….for everything there should be a good destiny……..

Sathiyam thanne (2) How many time she came here to borrow money for food? Nowdays everyday getting Biriyani’s aroma from her house. If my destiny is good, then I may never come to this condition ever in life.

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.   

Morals

The Civil Aviation Authority has presented the investigation report of the Moongra Hills plane crash incident, which claimed lives of 182 passengers including its crew members to the Court of Inquiry. It clearly indicates the disaster was caused by the pilot's error. Black box recordings reveal that the control tower repeatedly told the pilot that he is heading in the wrong direction. Also the co-pilot  asked the pilot very loudly to take the plane up, but it was very late before he could have done it.

She switched off the TV and sat down on the sofa. One person’s mistake can destroy hundred lives. Who was to blame? What fault was it of the passengers eagerly waiting to see their beloved? Hundreds of dreams crashed along with the plane and died a silent death. Some time God too act like a sadist. He punish innocent people for no fault of theirs?

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.