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THE SPIRITUAL SIGNIFICANCE OF JOINING PALMS OR ‘NAMASTE’

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    The ancient and traditional greeting of ‘namaskar’ or ‘namaste’ is for one and all. It is done reverently by joining the palms at the chest and humbly bowing the head. Namaskar or Namaste is a form of prostration and salutation and has profound spiritual and ego bearing significance.

    In Sanskrit, namah + te = Namaste. It means, ‘I bow to you along with my prostrations and salutations.’ Namah can also be interpreted as na mama, which in the literal sense would mean, “not mine.” The purpose of saying Namaste is thus to negate one’s ego. Rather separate yourself from your ego and recognize the Divine in every person we greet. And, as we feel the Lord God resides in us. In the same manner we feel, it resides in others too. The joining of the palms depicts this sense of oneness. When we know this significance. Our greeting paves the way for a deeper and divine communion, complete with love and respect.

    Translated from a religious text.

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GLOOM BEHIND THE SMILE

ONE TO TANGO … RIA’S ODYSSEY

AADAB LUCKNOW … FOND MEMORIES

REFRACTIONS … FROM THE PRISM OF GOD

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Story: PRIORITIES OF LIFE VS PRIORITIES OF A LIFETIME

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By Kamlesh Tripathi

 

There was once an old person who used to stay in a remote city with his wife. He was not very well off. But apparently, he was very sincere both towards his family and even his extended family. By nature he was not very diplomatic and conniving, rather he was curt and straightforward, yet he wished everyone well. But his straightforward nature had painted a negative picture of him in the entire family.

One day he realised that his clan had grown both in size and diversity with people settling all across the country and even abroad, and had not come together for many years. Over the years many marriages had taken place, where many daughter-in-laws and son-in-laws had entered the family and many grandchildren were born and many of them had not even met each other. This required a complete churning of the family; for the clan is as closely knit as its last meeting, he thought so.

One day he got a brainwave. He thought of arranging for a family get-together where the entire clan could come under one umbrella just for a couple of days during a holiday or even a weekend. He visualised this could be a forerunner and could set a domino effect of family gatherings amongst family members which in turn will generate fondness and belongingness in the family even after he is gone. He discussed the idea with his wife who too welcomed it.

He then communicated to all the family members about his idea. Some family members responded warmly, some in a lukewarm fashion, some were indifferent and some didn’t even consider the idea worth replying, nevertheless he took the indifference in his stride.

But in spite of the minor disrespect that he suffered at the hands of some members of the family, he decided to go ahead and take initiative as he thought it was a watershed idea to bring together the entire clan. In consultation with members of the family a three day programme was fixed. The dates were finally decided keeping everyone’s convenience in mind; which was during the festival period and that too over a weekend so that leave was not an issue.

The first day was all about receiving people from the airport and the railway station followed by some free time to laze and mingle as most of them would have met after a long gap and some for the first time, followed by a gala dinner in the ambience of some soothing gazals in the club. The second day was all about local sightseeing for which he had booked a van, which was more for the children and the young crowd that not seen the city. For the third day a family puja was planned in the morning followed by shopping during the day and a bout of indoor games in the evening followed by dinner and with that the programme would have come to an end.

While keeping the get-together in mind, he had also started some minor renovations and facelift of his house for the comfort of the guests, considering so many family members were arriving after a long gap and the atmosphere at home had begun to be upbeat. Until one day when less than a month was left he and his wife started getting calls from several family members that they are unable to make it.

For some, important business meetings had sprung up on those very dates falling over the weekend, for some others pressing engagements, and few had an afterthought and didn’t want to come home—that is to their roots for just two or three days, and wanted to come for a longer duration as they considered a short trip as waste of money and an unhealthy return on investment; even when they hadn’t come home for more than a decade. And, under the dubious circumstances the watershed idea of the person was under gradual strangulation and soon it died a painful death.

But destiny at times is inconveniently cruel. Even when the get-together was called off, just a couple of days after the proposed dates of the get-together the person kicked the bucket. The sad news reached one and all. The entire clan was in grief and had little choice now, but to cancel their pressing engagements and meetings, which they couldn’t have done for a family get together. Their viewpoints about return on investment went for a toss as they rushed to have a last glimpse of the person leaving behind all pressing commitments. The same travel agent whose vehicle was booked for sightseeing earlier was now ferrying everyone from the airport as most of them had arrived by flights on account of short notice; but tragically this time it was not for any family get together or sightseeing, but to finally bid adieu to the person.

In our lifetime we all feel as if we have a lot of time to catch up with things in life even when we see death all around us each day.  Whereas, we show urgency and immediacy when it comes to earnings and career, we fail to show the same urgency when it comes to reaching out to our clan or to our inner self and even God. The prudent precept of life therefore is: don’t allow such rare heavenly opportunities–such as a family get together, to go by in your busy life, for you don’t know when the other person will drop dead or when you will make an exit from this world, so grab the opportunity. And remember let not the priorities of life overtake the priorities of a lifetime.

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INSULT – IN THE ALCOVES OF LIFE

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INSULT- IN THE ALCOVES OF LIFE

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In the alcoves of life when insult strikes,

Morale dies but sorrow thrives,

Hate emerges and love vanishes,

And life cries in the lap of disgust.

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In the upswing of life when insult strikes,

You zeal through life, leaving behind the fright,

To play the game of life, you retaliate to such strikes,

And in spasms of success, you sword the frights.

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And in the grace of life when insult strikes,

Your seams burst to no respite,

And longings transform to disgraced moribund,

When the maze of life appears a mere tantrum,

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And finally in the twilight of life when insults strikes,

Time is scarce and there is no rejoice,

And as I grapple towards my last rites,

I shudder at the pending equations of life,

For in heaven there is no carry forward of dice

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So to each insult give a thought

Trace its footsteps back to your fraught

As time is scarce and the world imprecise

Penance will only be somewhat

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For in the see-saw of life, lies the riles,

For I may have insulted, to get insulted,

Says the boomerang of life,

And now wait and watch, what more comes your way

In the unforeseen tremors of life.

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By Kamlesh Tripathi

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Account no: 680510110004635 (BANK OF INDIA)

IFSC code: BKID0006805

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GLOOM BEHIND THE SMILE

(Archived in 7 prestigious libraries of the US, including, Harvard University and Library of Congress. It can also be accessed in MIT through Worldcat.org. Besides, it is also available for reading in Libraries and archives of Canada and Cancer Aid and Research Foundation Mumbai)  

ONE TO TANGO … RIA’S ODYSSEY

(Archived in Connemara Library, Chennai and Delhi Public Library, GOI, Ministry of Culture)

AADAB LUCKNOW … FOND MEMORIES

(Launched in Lucknow International Literary Festival 2014)

REFRACTIONS … FROM THE PRISM OF GOD

(Co-published by Cankids–Kidscan, a pan India NGO and Shravan Charity Mission, that works for Child cancer in India. The book is endorsed by Ms Preetha Reddy, MD Apollo Hospitals Group. Book was launched in Lucknow International Literary Festival 2016)

TYPICAL TALE OF AN INDIAN SALESMAN

Story of an Indian salesman who is lowly qualified but fights his ways through uncertainities to reach the top. A good read for all salesmen. Now available in Amazon.com

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“#FRIENDSHIP”- MOVE OUT … WHEN YOU HEAR YOUR DEAR FRIEND’S WILFUL SILENCE

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It was just the other day when we had bumped into each other, as old chums after many years, clearly not knowing what had kept us away all this while; but, having, met, as if destined, I thought we would relish, cherish and take it to our graves- the friendship.

And, for some good period of time our friendship continued in all its serenading tone and tenor, and splendidly much more in spirits, where we often exchanged notes on what all had happened in our lives, to what was happening now, and, also, what all could happen in times to come. And, ergo, one felt so very blissed and blessed, at this divine happenstance, as if arising, straight out of the God’s chest. For, it had somewhat stoked my life with some artistic and energizing hue, and if not mistaken, I could possibly say the same for my friend too. We were now in good touch and nick and often exchanged notes on various issues confronting our lives.

And, then, one day, I did not receive any communication from this friend of mine, and thereafter for a couple of days. I thought my friend might be busy with work and engagements. I tried to contact but there was no reply, and I don’t know why. Time, since then has trickled and continues to trickle, yet there has been no contact between us.

But, in all of this what was wondrously intriguing was the long ‘silence,’ of my friend; that conveyed more, than it hid. So then, ‘learn to respect the “silence” without questioning why?’ is what I told myself, while preparing to move out, but with a hope that one day again, we may bump into each when the deafening ‘silence’ gets over.

SNIPPET- THERE EXISTS A DIFFERENCE BETWEEN COMMAND AND RESPECT

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By Kamlesh Tripathi

Yesterday while I was driving down from Lucknow to Delhi something very pathetic happened that I must share with you all. After we crossed Kanpur we entered #Kanpur Dehaat a separate district of UP just before Orai.

There I stopped at a Dhaba and ordered for a cup of tea. Meanwhile, I noticed some five policemen were seated on the adjacent table, having a cup of tea early in the morning along with some snacks. Soon, I felt something was amiss or unusual, and sure enough one out of them who appeared, as their head by tone and tenor was not having tea; but whisky early in the morning and that too in uniform. And, that wasn’t all. He then came down to his choicest ones and started delivering it royally to the chain of command-the establishment, ending at his top boss the Superintendent of Police. In some sympathy I uttered ‘poor SP.’ The best part was each time he abused his seniors, he swore by his upright sterling character.

And when he was done with the green bottle- the whisky pint. He arrogantly chucked it at the wall, and it came crashing down like his own values. The remaining four, appearing his juniors only kept watching in embarrassment, and that included me, and some others around, along with the Dhaba owner.

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But I am more than sure the rogue policeman’s boss- the SP sitting in his office must still be thinking all those constables who salute him day in and day out also respect him.

Perhaps the rogue cop was also trying to say ‘values start from the top.’

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