“Can I talk to Chandrika?” The voice from other side asked.
“Yes, speaking!” I replied.
“Myself ………., your college time friend.” She said. “Wow! We
are talking after 8 long years."
“Hmmm…….” I could only utter although once she was my best
friend. But she cheated me just for a job as my merit was better.
“Where are you these days?” She asked excitedly.
“In Gurgaon.” I replied as coldly as possible.
“I am also working in Gurgaon and staying at Delhi
with my husband and son. How many kids do you have?”
“I am single.”
“Do you know how I get married?”
“No” I was not at all interested in hearing her story yet
she was keenly interested in telling.
“My brother came to know about Mr. ‘G” who was a lawyer by
profession and had a hobby to help others. My brother told him about me. He
expressed his worries that despite my educational qualifications, my richness
and my beautiful figure I was not getting married. Mr. ‘G’ asked him to bring
my nighty that I wore previous night without washing. Next time when my brother
visited him, after smelling my nighty Mr. ‘G’ said that in my childhood days, my
friend’s mother out of jealousy for me as I stood first in my class and her
daughter could not beat me, gave me something wrong to eat whose side effects
were resulting in my late marriage. Surprisingly he even correctly told the
name of my that school time friend.”
“Hmm..” I was feeling bored of all these cooked up stories.
“Mr. ‘G’ told me do some prayers and charged me Rs. 7000/-.
He correctly told the time of my marriage to be held. And I got married exactly
on that date. Are you listening?”
“Recently he told me that I will buy a house. Although I had
no money still because of his blessings and prayers I bought a house in Faridabad.
You must also visit him once for your marriage.”
Do you think she has become an agent of Mr. ‘G’ or she is
really feeling concerned for me?
"Wow! Chandrika, greenery at your entrance looks beautiful." My next door neighbor commented on seeing these flower pots for the first time.
"Creativity is infectious! I get this infection from you!!" I replied as she always decorated her entrance creatively.
On the occasion of Rakshabandhan (A day on which sisters tie rakhi, a decorative thread on their brothers' hand and serve sweets to them whereas in return they receive gifts from their brothers), I prepared these simple and delicious coconut ladoos with a surprise inside them.
I was invited for dinner at Taj Palace Hotel, New Delhi. It was more of a high party then a business meeting. After some business related discussions, dinner was served. Although there was wide range of cuisines but on my plate there was only a few slices of guava and water melon. And no alcohol.
I was doing my prayers in a temple. And I was about to move then a person, stranger to me said "You must listen to me! It is beneficial for you!!"
Out of respect, I stayed to hear him. He stopped two more persons of different age groups in the similar manner.
"When one bows his head before GOD like this." While narrating, he put his head on the slab in front of the deity. And the priest put his hands on deity's feet and then on his head, showering GOD's blessings on him.
"Then only GOD stands up to shower blessings to us. And when GOD stands up what else one wants."
Do you think it is a spiritual teaching or a mere stupid joke?