Pooja

My last post was about nature.
The way we ignore joys that nature has offered us, in the quest of our so called materialistic ambitions. We ignore all the aspects of nature, that satisfy all five senses to its fullest.
The same thread continued, another thought crossed my mind. When we are performing Pooja, the offerings are, flowers, lit lamp, essence stick, haldi-kumkum, and bhog (sweets).

This is probably to thank god for giving us all these things in life. i.e. light, color, fragrance, food, beauty.
The other aspects associated with Pooja are also for one think about things that are larger than life.
A larger than life- mystic idol, sound of bells, light and the shadows casted by oil lamps, fragrance and chants, together take you away from yourself. They make you forget what is happening in the surrounding.

And again crosses my mind that I have to read the old Hindu literature, Vedas, Upnishads from where all our knowledge base is built on... Including our language, mathematics, sciences and the whole culture.

निसर्ग

आज गच्चीत फिरताना जाणवले की निसर्ग किती प्रकारांनी आपल्याला दान देत असतो . आपण मात्र, क्षुद्र भाव भावनांच्या आहारी जाऊन ह्या देण्याकदे वेळोवेळी पाठ फिरवतो . आपल्याला मी, माझे हे, माझे ते, यापलिकडे पोचायला कदाचित कधीच जमणार नाही।
पावसाचे थेम्ब, पक्ष्यांचा आवाज, आकाशाचे रंग, फुलांचे सुवास, याकडे सोयीस्कर दुर्लक्ष करतो न आपण। आणि आपणच ठरवलेल्या मोठेपनाच्या व्याख्येत बसण्यासाठी जीव तोडून मेहनत करतो। आपल्याला जो सहज मिळतो त्या आनंदाची आपल्याला किम्मत नाही।
असो, कदाचित मानव जातीची निर्मिती याच कारणासाठी झाली असेल। सर्व विसरून स्वत: ची प्रगति करून माणूस कदाचित उत्क्रांती च्या प्रक्रियेत मोठाच हातभार लावत असेल।

Sun-n-Rain (My teenage poem)

Every day in the sea of life, there is so much to live,

In search of the pearls of pleasure, so much do we dive.

Life has a principle the Sun-n-Rain play

Forgetting this one, man always wants to be gay.

The heart is always behind a rainbow,

The colors that take us on a vow,

But… Some harsh sunny days, heavy rains is the game,

An accidental occurrence of a rainbow is a part of the same.

We are,

but to store the rainbow,

in the eyes for a while

helping others find there own,

for walking the next mile.

You are not to fall in a pit,

while doing so,

Even if you do,

have got to come out in a go!!

One who stores his rainbow,

comes out of the ditch, is the conqueror,

Even then, ‘how to live happily?’

Is a question never to deter.