Male Heart in a Female Body

“I am scared!” He said while we were strolling. At that time, I was in mid-thirties and he was in early twenties.

As I was lost in my thoughts, he repeated, “I am extremely scared!” It was dusk not dark; we were in a congested market not in a lonely forest. I could not understand the reason of his fear.

“What happened?” I enquired.

“Everyone here is......”

I looked around there were raidiwalas selling fruits, vegetables and plastic items to labourers and worker class; surprisingly they all belonged to a particular community, as it was evident from their physical appearance and costumes. A few minutes earlier, both of us just got down from company’s luxury bus while returning from the three-day trip to Agra. As there were other members to drop off at various locations, we got off on the main road, a bit away from our destination.

“How far is your shop?” I asked to divert his tensed mind.

“About 200 meters away.”

“In which direction?”

He pointed in the lane on the left side and said, “That cream color building adjacent to the blue one.”

I could not realize the reason of his fear as not only his shop but also my car was faintly visible from there. As soon as we got down from bus, his kind-hearted boss took away our luggage on bike; hence, I could run fast without luggage if by chance anything fearful happened. I could scream aloud which would be audible to his boss as well as to my driver. I could punch hard as I was holding keys in my hands. I could hit the culprit with my purse like in Hollywood movies or I could throw vegetables and fruits on the offender like in Bollywood movies. With so many options in hand, there was no need to panic. Moreover, everybody in the market seemed to be busy with his affair. Nobody seemed to be bothered or had even noticed our presence.

By the time, we had crossed the market and now we were in the not so narrow lane.

“You can hold my hand.” I said to make the atmosphere light.

He tried to prove the seriousness of the situation. “Even senior police officers leave this area during night. If they stay here, the mob attacked them.”

“hmmm...”

“I am fresher, and this is my first job. I have no other option but to do it. I did not like this place as I am vegetarian and most of the restaurants here serve non-vegetarian food. If I feel hungry during the lunch time, I have no other option but to eat bananas.”

Poor chap!

He continued his story, “I have no friends here. I work hard so that company’s executive staff transferred me to some other place, just any place even a small village. I can live anywhere except this town.”

I tried to change the topic, “Your boss is a nice person. See how cooperative he is! He gave his Agra trip pass to you. He took away our luggage and bags.”

“Yes, he is. I do not want to stay here at night. The last bus to Sohna has left at 6 pm. Now, it is 6:35. How will I go home? It is very dangerous to travel in a tempo or three-wheeler at night in this area. I am scared. I am confused. What to do?” On a cold winter evening, I noticed few drops of perspiration on his temple.

Because of security reasons, I never gave lift to anybody. To relieve him, I had to change my mind and asked him to drop him to Sohna. Aandha kya chahe do aankein! (A blind man has the desire for only two eyes! Meaning Fulfillment of a desired wish) He gladly jumped into the car. As it was quiet dark outside, his sense of fearfulness began to engulf him once again. To calm him, I chatted with him for the next 30 minutes about his life, his family, his education, his dreams, his plans and more.

After dropping off him to the main chowk of Sohna, I asked my driver to take the car to my house in Gurugram.

Looking at the twinkling stars, I thought he had a female heart in a male body whereas I had a male heart in a female body!

Pic : Stocksnap

My Tiny Wings of Transformation

Splash! An unwanted muddy shower!

A car drove through a muddy puddle on a side road and drenched me as I was walking to a nearby market for repairing of my mobile. I noticed big strains of mud on my clothes. Surf Excel hai na! May be the car driver did not notice the muddy puddle or maybe there was not enough space to avoid that puddle. I consoled myself that it was neither driver’s bad intention nor fault but just an accident or a mere coincidence. I ignored it and absorbed my mind in my mindful practice.

A few minutes later, I realized that on any other day I would have screamed or shouted on the driver for spoiling not only my clothes but my mood also. Or at least I would have cursed him/her in my heart for reckless driving in rainy season. However, today was different!

My attitude towards the driver was changed. I was seeing the things from his/her angle. I was trying to put myself in his/her shoes. I was trying to understand the problems he/ she might be facing while driving after repeated heavy rains – potholes, puddles and pedestrian problems.

I was transformed. My old mould of mud was broken and now, my pure self was clearly visible. How was that possible? I tried my very best to sincerely do the practice as suggested by Om Swamiji in Guru Purnima Disciple Zoom Event. In less than a week, the results were evident.

I was happy like a butterfly with my new wings of transformation! :)

Dear readers, those who did not attend Guru Purnima Disciple Zoom Event can do any Sadhana suggested by Om Swamiji in Devi Bhagavatam – Hindi. In my view, there was not much difference between the two as He advised both. :) My prayers and best wishes to all of you so that you all will be able to watch the recording of that event soon! :)

Pic : When tiger takes rebirth as butterfly then it looks something like this! ;)

Guidelines for a Group Meeting with Om Swamiji

 

 

In the group meeting, all the points are to be followed as I have already mentioned in guidelines for a personal meeting with Om Swamiji plus these that I am writing here.

 1. Which gift should I buy for Om Swamiji? This thought came to my mind when I was travelling to Sri Badrika Ashram to meet Om Swamiji for the first time. Which gift I took for Him; let it be a secret! If you are going to Sri Badrika Ashram and meeting Om Swamiji for the first time, then this question must have arisen in your mind. A legendary executive pen, a writing set, a moon lamp, a fragrant flower, a baby pillow, a box of sweets or chocolates or any other decorative item you would like to present to Him. To select an appropriate gift, you must have been surfing online gift selling sites or keenly searching gift shops to choose your kind of present. However, my recommendation would be to take some dry twigs. Ya, you hear me right, dry wood which is known as samidha. In ancient times, whenever a disciple first time went to meet the Guru, he took the samidha to offer his Guru. If Guru accepted the disciple, he also accepted firewood as a present. 

      2. Take a pen or pencil along with a piece of paper with you to note down the important points suggested by Him. As in a group meeting there will be around ten persons, if each asks one question then a total of ten questions. It will be difficult to remember answers to all those questions but if you jot down important points then it will be easy for you to recall those gems of wisdom later on. Moreover, you will also be able to share them with others.

      3. You have to raise your hand to ask questions, or you can ask when your turn comes you have to decide on the spot as I have never attended any group meeting with Him, and these suggestions are based on others experiences of attending group meetings.

     4. In a personal meeting you get only 2 minutes time but in group meetings the time may vary from 10-20 minutes depending upon how good questions the group members ask. 

It hardly matters how much time you get in His presence, but you must enjoy each and every moment spent in His Divine presence. You can bask in His fountain of love that you will experience in His presence. You are lucky, as many are still waiting in the queue and have not got the chance to meet Him in either group or personal meeting.

You can reach out to me by dropping a comment in the comment section.

Guidelines for a Personal Meeting with Om Swamiji

Aha! My personal meeting with Om Swamiji got approved.

I was on cloud nine!

As soon as we got an email from Om Swamiji’s office that a personal meeting had been scheduled with Him, we all had the same reaction. Happy! HAPPY! Yeh!

But the time allocated is only 2 minutes i.e.,120 seconds. We have to pay obeisance, express gratitude, seek forgiveness, ask a question and listen carefully to His answer; all in 120 seconds. We should plan it properly to execute in the blessed time frame. For those who will be visiting Sri Badarika Ashram and having one-on-one meet with Him for the first time, I have jotted down some points for your convenience. Try to follow all if possible.

1.      When you meet Him, you should wear upper garment of white color. If you are wearing any colored jacket, top or shirt then you can drape white/cream color shawl or just white color cotton dupatta around you.

2.      Before you step on the white color asana spread in front of Him. Sit down in vajrasana (kneel down, gently sit back on your legs and taking your weight off your knees) on the floor close to the asana. Bend down forward till your head touches the asana and mentally express gratitude to Guru for providing the asana. Lift your head, fold your hands and then step on the asana to take your seat. Before taking a seat, you can do dandvat pranama if you wish to.

3.      After you sit comfortably, fold your hands and close your eyes and do the pranama, charanspash (mentally) or chant the mantra

गुरुर्ब्रह्मा ग्रुरुर्विष्णुः गुरुर्देवो महेश्वरः। गुरुः साक्षात् परं ब्रह्म तस्मै श्री गुरवे नमः॥

GururBrahma GururVishnu GururDevo Maheshwaraha

Guru Saakshaat ParaBrahma Tasmai Sri Gurave Namaha

Please do this step as per your feelings and devotion towards Him.

4.      Just in one sentence thank Him for his videos, books, his teachings, or sadhana suggested by Him whichever you are benefitted from. Do not forget to mention Sadhana App, if you feel that your spiritual progress has been improved with its usage.

5.      Ask for forgiveness, it is optional.

6.      Ask only one question, focus only on one point. Frame a question that is neither too short nor too lengthy. Do a thorough research on internet as well as in the books so that your question is a specific question related to your topic. Ask Him a difficult question, nah very difficult question. Constructing a tough question is not a child’s play as He had already answered millions of questions. You must ask only one question preferably related to your spiritual growth. You can even seek solution to any problem in your materialistic life but then you will be delaying your spiritual progress. Speak as less as possible so that you can listen to His words more.

7.      Avoid asking too many questions if you ask more. In that case His words will be final, and you cannot modify it. But if you do not ask many questions then you have the option to modify any practice according to your comfort zone and as per your need and time.

8.      Or you can even ask for one blessing for your materialistic growth or spiritual growth. Either question or blessing the choice is yours.

9.      One important point, please keep your hands folded in front of Him. You can cross your fingers or just Namaste pose whichever you are convenient with. While talking, do not unfold or move your hands.

10.  Towards the end, feel obliged that He blessed you with His precious time and guided you. Say, Thank you. Do charansparsh or pranama before leaving the room.

I hope you all will find these points useful and will be able to make the optimum use of 120 seconds. Best wishes. :)

If you have any query related to this post, please feel free to write in the comment section or drop a mail to me using contact form.

Gifts for Om Swamiji

While moving on hard, slippery and precipitous spiritual path, my pace was unexpectedly accelerated after practicing the short and crisp tips advised by Om Swamiji. My footing on the path became firmer and I felt an eruption of fountain of divine ecstasy, everlasting joy and unruffled peace within me. Earlier I was travelling on a bicycle with a punctured tire and now, I was in a high-speed bullet train or rather it would not be exaggerating if I would say Soyuz rocket, the safest spacecraft. I wanted to thank Him. To express my gratitude, I wished to buy gifts for Him.

As you all know, saying yes to gifts goes against His principle. Gifts, big or small, burden and overwhelm Him. So, He says that if we love Him, don’t offer or get material gifts for Him. We can use them elsewhere, anywhere. He will be happier.

In my school days, I was too fragile and would fall off ill very frequently. Due to weak immune system, common cold, cough, measles, fever, mumps, diarrhea, allergies and infections were my besties who did not want to leave me alone. Moreover, one of them would always accompany me. Their company came at a high cost of missing my school for several days, taking bitter medicines, swallowing bland food and confining to a corner of double bed. 

My parents tried hard to keep me away from infections by putting restrictions on me like playing only in a neat and clean gardens and terraces with kids with sound health and not in dirty and dingy streets with heaps of garbage with shabby and disheveled kids. I was instructed to change my route if I ever saw filth pile or grubby street beggar on my way. Slowly, I developed the habit of taking a big roundabout around any filth, garbage or rag pickers.

Some days back, in the market, I saw four rag picker young children carrying gunny bags stuffed with paper, plastic and other materials. I decided to give them gifts to overcome my fear of being caught up by germs and to shed the soiled barrier in between us. I bought bananas from the nearby fruit shop and handed one to each of them. They wanted more without finishing it. I asked them to eat as many as they could. The elder one who was about six years old ate two bananas and went away. The two small girls followed his steps. The younger one who was about two and a half years old, a cute boy ate one whole banana, took second, finished it too and asked for more. How hungry he must have been! I gave him the last one that I was holding in my hand. He grabbed it. He smiled.

His genuine and sweet smile resembled Swamiji’s. His soft smile, his white teeth, his magnetic eyes were the same. His smile was like a sudden beam of light illuminating the darkest corners of my heart. It purified my heart as well as filled my heart with universal love. I felt Swamiji dwells in all. His face once again brightened up with adorable smile, a divine smile. I was now sure, Swamiji smiled.

Before I could bow to thank him for giving me a good opportunity to give gifts to him. He quickly ran away to join his peer group. 

Burning of negative tendencies of my mind

 “Oh! God, she did it again!” My mother uttered with a bit of anger and surprise in her voice. I was an infant and was suffering from diarrhea. She lifted me up from the bed, took me to the toilet, cleaned me; put me back on the other side of the bed. Since morning, this happened for the sixth time. She was damn tired. “You have not only spoiled your clothes but bed sheet as well.” She screamed on her little self or rather on herself. She lifted the bed sheet for cleaning. She was shocked to saw a huge centipede exactly on the same spot where I was laying few moments before. Consequently, she was not only scared but astonished as well that afterwards she started considering me ‘divine’.

On returning from school, I proudly told my mother that I had dropped a nuclear bomb on a classmate who spoke harsh words to me. She tried to kill the baby demon in me who had just started raising its head, “Do not abuse. If anybody said such wrong words to you, then you do not react to them which means they are still with that person but if you respond to them, it means that you have accepted them like a gift. Therefore, just ignore.” I tried to prove my point, “She is not a good girl and speak ill words all the time. Her siblings, cousins and all her friends are like her.” She was firm on destroying Rakshasa. She soothingly explained, “Live like a lotus flower which grows in muddy water but rise above it to bloom.”

“They will be finished.” I told my mother after returning from a relative’s house. The Rakshasa had grown bigger in me and was smiling frenziedly. She shivered like a dry leaf. She had a firm believe by that time that I had a vaak sidhi. She remained in shock for a few seconds, gathered courage to speak and advised not to utter such words. I was in college at that time.

After hearing groundless accusations time and again, I said, “You will never be able to become mother.” Inside me, the giant Rakshasa was laughing hysterically. When Ma came to know about this incidence, she again instructed me not to say anything pessimistic and to kill the demon right here and right now. Nevertheless, I failed.

When I met Om Swamiji for the first time, I had a very strong desire to be free from these negative bondages and tendencies of my mind, theoretical I knew how it could be done but practically I was failing repeatedly. By His mere glance, the negative tendencies of my mind started burning. Suffocating demon inside me was dying a slow death. And I was feeling light, as light as a cotton ball!

Because of His Grace, I again became a divine baby in my mother’s eyes. :)

Pic : Divine baby ;)

My first meeting with Om Swamiji

 

“What is in breakfast? Maggi?” A young girl asked me while I was putting my belongings in my bag after returning from outside.

Maggi!?Maggi in Ashram? Simple meals like khichadi, dal bhaat (rice), ghiya ki sabji (bottle gourd veg) roti were served in ashram. This was definitely a unique ashram, which satisfied their young devotees’ taste buds with noddles!

“Sorry, I do not know. I did not go in the dining hall for breakfast. I went out to do some charity work.” I clarified.

“Why are you reading Tinkle?” A middle-aged woman inquired when she saw me reading a comic book.

Because it did not contain any prohibited content for adults! “I enjoy reading it.” I replied and immersed myself deeper in my book to avoid such useless conversation.

“How can you come all alone so far to the ashram?” An elderly woman with black dyed hair asked. She asked many personal questions, which I found difficult to answer or was not interested to share with a stranger. Moreover, the environment in the hall was as if there was a wedding reception of some distant relative because everyone was busy in chitchatting and making contacts rather than maintaining silence, calmness and serenity in the ashram. Feeling uncomfortable, I went out in the nature to enjoy my own company.

I spent almost whole day chanting mantras, meditating and relishing serenity by the riverside. Simultaneously, I was enjoying the coolness of water on my feet and the warmth of sun on my face. Soothing breeze bringing fragrance of nearby blooming shrubs, murmuring water between different sized and shaped rocks, bright orange ball playing peek-a-boo amidst clouds was all what I needed. I minutely observed fast moving lizards in or on water, insects vibrating on salsa beats near algae bloom, a crested kingfisher taking a steep dip in river to catch baby fish, an eagle on a huge tree and then flying somewhere in the far-off mountains, a pair of bulbuls singing the glory of nature.

Before sunset, I came back to the ashram hall. A teenager person announced my name and asked me to reach near the bookshop after 20 minutes. He showed the exact location as it was visible from the hall. As the time was less, I hurriedly get ready for Diwali celebrations, reached there before time, and bought a book ‘The Ancient Science of Mantras’ authored by Om Swamiji.

As Swamiji was signing the book, I told him my name. (And you all can see He gave His blessings with my name written on it!) In hurry to meet him, I forgot to ask any cooperative hall member what one had to do in this meeting. I never had any personal meeting with any saint before. From my previous experience of living in an ashram, I knew that the saints liked to answer questions and loved to answer difficult questions. I was not sure whether in this meeting I could ask.

“Can I ask a question?” I asked Him in a confused tone while He was signing with a luxurious pen.

“Yes, only one that is most important!” He replied softly.

My mind was full of spiritual questions. Now, I had to pick one cautiously, of which I could not find the answer anywhere on net or in books. I framed a question regarding the doubt that I had about my spiritual journey. I wished that haze would get clear and I would be able to see the path clearly.

After discourse, when He sang the aarti, my eyes became moist.

I totally ignored it, as it must be an effect of some chemical incense because woman like me did not cry.

Back home, while watching His one of the YouTube videos my eyes again turned moist. Then, my mind accepted it as a spiritual experience.

I practiced the point told by Him and found it beneficial. It accelerated my spiritual progress. Months later, I realized that it was a super special Diwali of my life as Swamiji removed the darkness of ignorance by lighting up a diya of knowledge in me. Now, the responsibility was on my shoulders to protect it from the negative gust of thoughts as well as by adding the oil of positivity, compassion and kindness to it so that it remained illuminating for forever.

You all must have heard this ‘Tubelight to thode der mein jalti hai!’(Tubelight lights after some time!) ;)