Who was Meera (Lord Krishna Devotee) in her previous birth?

Who was Meera (Lord Krishna Devotee) in her previous birth? When Lord Shri Krishna was doing Leela in Dwaparyug, Mirabai was also in Braj and her name was Madhavi. Madhavi was married to a boy from Vrindavan whose name was Sunder, who was a friend of Shri Krishna. went but Madhuri's farewell was not done when the time of Madhuri's farewell came near So his mother told him that look you are married in Vrindavan and there lives a boy named Kanhaiya. Madhuri's mother did not know that Shri Krishna is God, she thought that Shri Krishna was just an ordinary child. When Sundar was taking Madhavi away to his home, he told his wife Madhavi that listen here My friend Kanhaiya can be found somewhere on the way. Then Shri Krishna saw that his friend Sundar was coming with his wife, so he ran to him and said, "Friend! You will not introduce me to your daughter-in-law.!" Sundar said that she is your sister-in-law ,meet her. As soon as Madhuri came to know that Shri Krishna had come to see her, she covered her entire body and face with her sari. Because he remembered what his mother had said. Shri Krishna said, “sister-in-law, at least show your face. But Madhuri did not answer, then Shri Krishna said that you are not showing me your face, go from now on you will yearn to see my face. Saying this Shri Krishna left from there and Madhavi and Sundar also returned to their home. Now one day Sundar's mother went to Yashoda Maiya to seek her blessings for her daughter-in-law. Only then Shri Krishna came there and said to his mother that mother, give me something to eat, then the mother said that Lala, sit for a while, I will bring you something to eat. Then Shri Krishna saw that someone had come to his house. He asked mother who has come to the house, then mother said that your friend Sundar's daughter-in-law has come. When Shri Krishna heard this, he ran away from there. Because he said that now I will not see you. You will yearn to see me. Time passed slowly and the time came. At that time, due to pride, Indra rained heavily in Vrindavan. At that time Shri Krishna lifted the Govardhan mountain. Madhavi was also among the Brajvasis hiding under Govardhan mountain, but it was night time, so Madhavi could not see Shri Krishna at that time. But when morning came, Madhavi thought who is this? The one who has lifted the whole mountain with one finger and she turned her gaze to see Shri Krishna and as soon as she saw the face of Shri Krishna she kept looking at him. Seeing his beautiful eyes, beautiful smile and curly hair, she lost her mind and started crying and said, Mother, what kind of education have you given me, this one who looks so beautiful after lifting a mountain, is not an ordinary person. Can. There must be God. And what kind of lesson have you given me that has deprived me of God. Then when Lord Krishna was leaving Vrindavan. Then Madhavi was crying a lot. Lord Krishna said to Madhavi. Madhavi now I will meet you in Kalyug. That's why Madhavi came as Meera in Kalyug.

Once you read this, you won’t be able to resist sharing it further.

Once you read this, you won’t be able to resist sharing it further. A wealthy man can become Prime Minister – Nehru proved this. A poor man can become Prime Minister – Lal Bahadur Shastri proved this. An elderly man can become Prime Minister – Morarji Desai proved this. A young man can become Prime Minister – Rajiv Gandhi proved this. A woman can become Prime Minister – Indira Gandhi proved this. A farmer can become Prime Minister – Chaudhary Charan Singh proved this. A man from a royal family can become Prime Minister – V. P. Singh proved this. An educated and multi-talented man can become Prime Minister – P. V. Narasimha Rao proved this. A poet can become Prime Minister – Atal Bihari Vajpayee proved this. Anyone can become Prime Minister – H. D. Deve Gowda proved this. That the country can function even without a strong Prime Minister – Dr. Manmohan Singh proved this. That it is possible to rule the country without even becoming Prime Minister – Sonia Gandhi proved this. But that a tea seller can rise to become Prime Minister, perform better than all of them, and make the flag of Mother India fly proudly across the world – this was proved by Narendra Modi Ji. The entire universe seems to be trying to bring one man down… Even God must wonder: “From what special soil did I create Modi?” Just think about it— The man who, after becoming Prime Minister, could make America take notice, cause panic in impoverished Pakistan, and appear in the headlines of a country like China… Surely, such a man can make India the World Leader. That much is certain. "Today, the nation needs Modi!" If this message upsets you, delete it. But if you truly care for the country, then do share it with 3, 5, 8, or 10 people. You only need to add one link to the chain— and soon the entire nation will be connected. .You will forward this, won’t you? Just a small forward…

Is Google an American company or an Indian company?

Is Google an American company or an Indian company? Trump warns Sundar Pichai… “Don’t try to threaten me. It was India that gave me education and knowledge. I am not serving America alone — I am serving humanity.” Sundar Pichai’s powerful reply! At the World Economic Forum, when U.S. President Donald Trump attempted to belittle India on the global stage, Sundar Pichai’s calm yet firm response created a storm at the international level. It was not just a clash of words, but a reflection of dignity, strength, and true leadership. Representing India at the conference were External Affairs Minister S. Jaishankar and Google CEO Sundar Pichai. At that moment, Trump remarked: “India talks a lot about technology and democracy. But could India have achieved this progress without American companies and American institutions?” Trying to put India down, Trump’s words prompted Jaishankar to gesture to Sundar Pichai to respond. Pichai began speaking — his voice carried humility, yet his words carried weight and conviction. “Sir, I was born in India. My country gave me education and taught me values. Knowledge and technology do not have a passport. The sacrifices of Indian teachers, engineers, and families laid the foundation for my journey.” Sundar’s straightforward answer left Trump stunned. A little later, Jaishankar added, “Partnerships are not weaknesses, they are strengths,” thereby upholding India’s dignity. The entire hall resonated with applause. On the second day, Trump once again tried to intimidate India using his authority: “If India violates American rules, it will face trade restrictions. Tell me clearly, Sundar — is Google with America or with India?” Pichai remained silent for a moment, then replied: “I will always serve humanity first. America gave me opportunities, India gave me roots. I don’t need to choose one to respect the other. When I innovate and create, I serve both nations. I serve everyone.” His words highlighted the importance of humanity in a world divided by nations. Once again, the auditorium erupted in applause. On the final day of the summit, Trump openly displayed his anger: “India must completely open its market to the U.S. by tonight. Otherwise, it will face restrictions. Sundar Pichai, answer me now — is Google with America or with India?” Sundar Pichai rose calmly and said firmly: “If a nation or an individual tries to threaten me, I will not yield out of fear. I will never be cornered by intimidation. I bow only to respect, never to force. No matter which country it may be, if it demands submission, I will never surrender.” The leaders present stood up and applauded Pichai’s bold stand against Trump. This summit turned into more than just a business negotiation — it became a turning point for humanity, leadership, and principles. Sundar Pichai’s words instilled hope and pride in millions of young people. By refusing to bend before power, and instead upholding humility, respect, and truth, he safeguarded the honor of a nation. This incident strongly reaffirmed in world history that principles are mightier than authority.

*The Fourth Leg of Righteousness*

*The Fourth Leg of Righteousness* (as narrated by Shri J P Sarma) It was early morning when my wife and I boarded the Janmabhoomi train at Visakhapatnam station to attend my friend’s daughter’s wedding at Rajahmundry. The early morning breeze and the train’s rocking movement were soporific and we dozed off until the train halted at Tuni. I hailed a passing vendor and asked for two cups of coffee. I handed over one cup to my wife and took a sip. I complimented him on the coffee and asked, “How much?” as I opened my wallet to find that it had only 200-rupee notes. Hearing his response of twenty rupees, I handed over a 200-rupee note to him. “Don’t you have change?” he asked as he put down his flask and started searching for change in his shirt pocket. The train started, before he could take the change out of his pocket, and sped away. Our compartment was next to the engine so he got no chance to hand over the change though he did attempt to run after the train. I blamed myself for having ordered coffee without checking the availability of change. “Oh my God! How foolish of you! Could you not have taken the change and then handed over the note? What’s the use of your age and experience?”, my wife gleefully took the opportunity to snub me. I tried to justify my action, “Okay, suppose he had given the change and the train had started before I could give him the note…then would it not have been a loss to him?” “What loss? From morning, he would have met ten people like you and at the end of the day he will have only profit, no loss!” replied my wife, with a cynical smile on her face. “We should trust people; poor fellow, what can he do if the train starts? Will he subsist on our money?” My better half was irritated to hear me defending him. “They wait for just such opportunities. If he meets four simpletons like you, it will be enough to earn a day’s living,” grumbled my wife glaring at me. I maintained a stoic silence. “Anyway, you cannot expect him to be as honest and as principled as you are”, she concluded looking around at the other co-passengers, who were all looking at us. The train had picked up speed and we crossed the next station, Annavaram. Gradually, I let go of the slender hope that I had of getting back the change. My wife believes that I get cheated by people since I have a naïve faith in mankind and am kind. I was quite accustomed to being put down by her and being scolded since I believe that she is not correct in distrusting others. I strongly believe that we should see goodness in others and if anyone lacks it, their baseness should be attributed to the environment and conditions in which they grew up. I believe that inside each of us, there is the potential for both good and evil - what we choose depends on the circumstances. Though I have been proved wrong by her on many similar occasions, it did not affect my faith. I believe that dharma or righteousness is upheld by its fourth leg of trustfulness. “Let it go! Poor people! Are they going to build palaces with our money? Forget it!” I said trying to pacify her. She stayed silent, out of her affection for me and I was in no mood to prolong the conversation. The compartment was filled with many standing passengers. I let my gaze slide outside to the fleeing fields. By then many of my co-passengers were looking at me and assessing me according to their perception – some were thinking of me as a fool while others were looking at me with sympathy and pity; some were smiling to themselves about the free entertainment they had enjoyed and some were curious to see what would happen next. By the time the train reached the outskirts of Pitapuram, all had lost their interest in us and were lost in their thoughts. It was then that I heard a voice, “Sir, was it not you who bought two coffees and gave a 200-rupee note?” I turned towards the voice. Pushing his way through the crowd was a teenage boy, who stopped in front of my seat. Suddenly I felt elated though he did not look like the coffee vendor whom I remembered as being middle-aged. “Yes, Son! I did give a 200-rupee note to a coffee vendor but the train sped away before I could receive the change. However, I do not remember buying coffee from you,” I said honestly. “Yes, Sir! But are you the person, who drank the coffee at Tuni station”, he asked me again. “Why would I lie? If you want you can ask these people here.” “No! No, Sir! I do not doubt you but I was just confirming to avoid making a mistake!” Saying this, he took out the change of 180 rupees from his pocket and handed it over to me. “You are...?” “I am his son, Sir” I looked at him with surprise since he seemed to have guessed my doubt. “Sir, every day one or two such incidents happen at Tuni station because the train does not stop for long. In that short time, many people panic, give a note and the train starts before they can receive back the change. That is why, I usually board the train and wait. My father messages me giving details of the persons (of the amount, compartment, and seat number) to whom the change has to be returned. I returned the change and got down at the next station and returned to Tuni by another train. My father leaves some change with me for such transactions.” I was surprised but still managed to ask, “Are you studying?” “Tenth class, Sir! My elder brother helps father in the afternoon and I help him in the mornings”. When I heard this, I felt like talking to his father, so I asked him for his father’s phone number and dialled the number. “Your son has just returned the change for the 200-rupee note. I am calling to express my appreciation for your actions. I am so very happy that you are not only educating your children but more importantly instilling in them the values of honesty and integrity”, I said complimenting him. “That is very nice of you, Sir! I feel honoured that you are taking the trouble to call just to express your appreciation. I have only studied up to the fifth class. In those days, short stories about ethics and morality were narrated to us and textbooks also had material that strengthened values like honesty and integrity so we learnt to differentiate between good and bad, right from wrong. It is those principles, that guide me to lead a trouble-free honest life.” As I listened to his words on the phone, I was amazed by his words and thought process. He continued, “But today those values are not taught in schools. What children are taught these days is as unhealthy as giving spicy food to babies. When my children were studying at home, I used to listen to them and I noticed that the curriculum no longer has moral stories, inspiring poetry, or children’s books by Paravastu Chinnayasuri – nothing of value! That is why I entrust them with simple tasks like these to pass on the few values that I know. That is all!” I was amazed by the foresight of this man and I just patted the son on his shoulders. My wife was taken aback seeing the glow of joy on my face as I placed the 180 rupees, returned by the boy in my wallet. She gave me an apologetic sheepish smile because she knew that the joy was not in the money regained. I remembered that in Srimad Bhagavatham, righteousness or dharma is described as Nandi the ‘bull’ who stands on four ‘legs’—austerity, cleanliness, kindness, and trust or truthfulness. The Bhagavatham also predicts that all four legs will not be equally strong over epochs of time - representing the degree of decline of righteousness. In the world, during the Satya Yuga, the first stage of development, the bull would stand firmly on all four legs but as the yugas changed, one by one the legs would be broken and lost until finally in Kali-yuga (the present age) only truthfulness or trust would be the dominant form of Dharma or righteousness. *Reflection* This humble coffee vendor’s action appears to be proof that as predicted righteousness or dharma still flourishes in this World though it is on its fourth leg of truthfulness. As I watched the boy move down the compartment, I mentally saluted the coffee vendor! (Shri J.P.Sarma is a State Bank of India employee and the author of Edari Parugu: Kadhala Samputi in Telugu). [24/09, 09:40] Nazeeb Arif: Life does not bring these good endings - happily ever after - anymore, but it tells you of a world that could have been

*The Decline of Friendship :*

*The Decline of Friendship :* I recently read an article in the February issue of Harvard Business Review that deeply resonated with me. It discusses how the “Friendship Recession,” or the declining trend of meaningful friendships, is slowly taking root in our lives. According to the American Perspectives Survey, the number of American adults who say they have “no close friends” has quadrupled since 1990, reaching 12%. Meanwhile, the number of people with “10 or more close friends”* has decreased by one-third. I believe a similar trend is emerging in urban areas of India—while acquaintances are increasing, deep friendships are becoming rarer. In the past, people would easily strike up conversations with strangers at cafés or bars. Now, people sit alone, disconnected from the crowd. In the U.S., the number of people dining alone has risen by 29% in the last two years. Stanford University has even introduced a course called “Design for Healthy Friendships,” highlighting that forming and maintaining friendships now requires learning and effort. This is not just a social issue but a cultural crisis. Making time for friendship should no longer be a luxury but a priority. Loneliness is no longer a choice; it’s becoming a habit. If we don’t consciously prioritize friendship, not only will making new friends become difficult, but we’ll also lose old connections. Religious gatherings, clubs, sports, and volunteer organizations, which once fostered friendships, are declining. We’ve become confined to social media, family responsibilities, and even pets. Yes, some friends don’t meet because their pets can’t be left alone! Today, friendship is no longer a part of daily life; it happens only when other responsibilities are fulfilled. Yet, research emphasizes the importance of friendship. In Bonnie Ware’s book The Top Five Regrets of the Dying, one poignant regret stands out: “I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends” Research shows: - Social isolation increases the risk of heart disease, dementia, and mortality. - It’s as harmful as smoking 15 cigarettes a day. - Friendships improve mental, physical, and emotional health. - Harvard’s 80-year study* found that the greatest source of happiness and health in life is not wealth or career, but close relationships. True friendship is like an investment—forgive, call, make memories, and spend time together. As Mirza Ghalib beautifully said: “O God, grant me the chance to live with my friends, for I can stay with You even after death.” Cherish friendships, make time, and enrich your life with meaningful relationships.

Why can’t Sudarshan chakra harm Mahadev?

Why can’t Sudarshan chakra harm Mahadev? Because Sudarshana Chakra is not that powerful. Simple….!!!!! However, The case is vice versa. Here Sudarshana Chakra can't harm Mahadeva. On other side, Shiva's Trishul can't harm Narayana. Both Shiva and Narayana are beyond death. No weapon can anyhow harm them. Thankyou.

Who is Lord Satyanarayan?

Who is Lord Satyanarayan? Satyanarayana is a form of Lord Vishnu. It is said that when Vishnu failed to get the end of the infinite pillar, Vishnu said the truth that he failed. Satisfied, Shiva gave the name of Satyanarayan to Vishnu (one who says the truth) and blessed him to have his own temples, idols, rituals etc. While Shiva cursed Brahma and Ketaki to never be worshipped and be neglected from all sacrifices and worships. Since then, Vishnu was as worshipped as Shiva and was famous as Satyanarayan.

In Hinduism in Yajurveda 32:3 it says "Na tasya Pratima asti"

In Hinduism in Yajurveda 32:3 it says "Na tasya Pratima asti" - "There is no image of Him". Why do Hindus then have pictures of gods in temples and homes? Sanskrit terms have several meanings depending on context. And this is one of Zakir Naik’s treasure which is completely taken out of context to deceive and to discombobulate. Even the Englishman Ralph Griffith translated it correctly. Here is the context. AGNI is THAT; the Sun is THAT; Vāyu and Chandramās are THAT. The Bright is THAT; Brahma is THAT, those Waters, THAT Prajāpati. 2. All twinklings of the eyelid sprang from Purusha, resplendent One. No one has comprehended him above, across, or in the midst. 3. There is no counterpart of him whose glory verily is great. In the beginning rose Hiranyagarbha, etc. (Sukla Yajur Veda 32 1–3) So here in the first verse, the poet is identifying ALL to the ONE Prajāpati – Lord of Beings. The fire, Sun, Wind, Moon, luminosity, Brahmā - the creator god and the waters from which all life arises are all modalities of Prajāpati. Because the Ultimate Reality transcends all concepts it is often referred to simply as THAT - beyond, gender differences and pairs of opposites. In the next verse he says that the Ultimate reality cannot be comprehended by the mind or cognitive processes. In the 3rd verse under discussion, the poet declares that THERE IS NOTHING LIKE HIM in terms of his magnitude and glory - in the beginning he assumed the Golden Germ i.e. seed or singularity from which the entire Universe has sprung. So you can now see this verse has nothing to do with ritual paraphernalia and devotional accessories. Hereby Zakir Naik’s odious deceptions are revealed to the gentle readers.

Sad but true Japan

Sad but true Japan – a country destroyed by two atomic bombs. But it never begged for help. It never stretched its hands for mercy. It rebuilt itself with self-respect and unshakable willpower. To this day, there is no history of Japan ever asking America for charity. An Indian who had been living in Japan for more than a year noticed something strange. People behaved kindly, politely, and helpfully. But not a single person invited him to their home for even a cup of tea. He was both surprised and hurt. Finally, he asked a Japanese friend: “Why?” After a long silence, the friend replied: “We are taught Indian history… Not for inspiration, but as a warning.” The Indian was shocked. “Warning?” he asked. The Japanese friend continued: “Do you know how many British ruled India?” He thought for a moment and said: “Maybe… 10,000?” The Japanese nodded seriously. “And India’s population? More than 300 million, wasn’t it

*Delivery Man Hits Headlines*

🙏🏼 Good Morning 🌅 🌹 *Delivery Man Hits Headlines* Posted on August 6, 2025 This Ordinary Guy Did Something So Unexpected, The Whole Neighborhood’s Talking Just Another Day in Delhi… Or So It Seemed It was a humid Tuesday afternoon in Delhi. Horns were blaring, WhatsApp notifications buzzing, and life was going on as usual. But for Arun Mishra, a 26-year-old delivery rider from Lajpat Nagar, it was anything but ordinary. He had just picked up a standard dinner order—two butter naans, dal makhani, and a cold coffee—from a restaurant in South Extension. What happened next would put his name in headlines and his face in the hearts of thousands. A Routine Delivery with a Twist “I was just following my GPS,” Arun said later. “Then I saw something strange near the building gate where I was supposed to deliver.” There was a woman—elderly, barefoot, and visibly disoriented—standing in the middle of the road. She looked lost. Vehicles swerved around her, some honking, others yelling. But nobody stopped. Except Arun. “Daadi, Are You Okay?” Without hesitation, Arun parked his bike on the side of the road and ran toward her. “I called her ‘daadi’ out of instinct,” Arun recalled. “She looked like someone’s grandmother… someone who needed help.” The woman, later identified as Shanta Devi, 82, had left her flat in confusion. Her family wasn’t home, and she had early-stage dementia. She had wandered out, unable to find her way back. “She didn’t know where she lived,” Arun said. “But I couldn’t just leave her there.” He Didn’t Just Help—He Took Charge What Arun did next was something few would expect from a man on the clock. He took out his phone, called the number of the person who had ordered the food (who happened to be in the same apartment block), and said: “Sir, your food will be a little late. I found someone who really needs help.” Then, with the elderly woman gently holding his arm, he walked with her up and down the street, asking security guards, paanwalas, and local vendors if anyone recognized her. It took him 35 minutes to finally find the building watchman who knew where she lived. The Moment That Changed Everything When Arun helped Shanta Devi into the lift and walked her to her flat, her granddaughter had just returned from the market. What she saw left her speechless. “This young man had tears in his eyes while holding my daadi’s hand,” said Ritika Bansal, the granddaughter. “He looked more concerned than most relatives would.” Ritika offered him a tip, food, even a glass of water. He politely declined all three. “I have another delivery to make, ma’am,” Arun said, smiling. The Post That Went Viral Ritika was so moved that she took to Instagram and wrote a heartfelt post: “To the guy who cared more than most would… thank you. You didn’t just deliver food. You delivered faith back into humanity.” The post was shared over 80,000 times within 48 hours. Even the official page reposted it with the caption: “Heroes don’t always wear capes. Sometimes, they wear orange jackets and ride in traffic.” Reactions Poured In Social media exploded with praise: “India needs more Aruns!” “My mom cried reading this story.” “This guy deserves a medal, not just a 5-star rating.” Within a week, Arun was invited to a local FM station to talk about his experience. “I didn’t do anything special,” he said on-air. “I just did what felt right.” A Surprise Reward A few days later, surprised Arun with a new phone, a performance bonus, and a certificate of appreciation. But what truly touched him was a handwritten letter from Shanta Devi’s family: “To Arun, you’re no longer just our delivery guy. You’re part of our family now.” Not Just a Delivery Guy For most people, food delivery is about speed, accuracy, and ratings. But for Arun, it’s more than that. “Every time I put on my helmet, I know someone’s waiting. Not just for food—but maybe for kindness too,” he said. Final Thoughts We often scroll through...Request you to share this extensively

OUR CHILDREN

Good Morning!!! God grant me the Serenity to accept the things I cannot change; Courage to change the things I can; and Wisdom to know the difference. Thy will, not mine, be done. *~*~*~*~*^Daily Reflections^*~*~*~*~* September 26, 2025 OUR CHILDREN The alcoholic may find it hard to re-establish friendly relations with his children. . . . In time they will see that he is a new man and in their own way they will let him know it. . . . From that point on, progress will be rapid. Marvelous results often follow such a reunion. ALCOHOLICS ANONYMOUS, p. 134 While on the road to recovery I received a gift That could not be purchased. It was a card from my son in college, saying, "Dad, you can't imagine how glad I am that everything is okay. Happy Birthday, I love you." My son had told me that he loved me before. It had been during the previous Christmas holidays, when he had said to me, while crying, "Dad, I love you! Can't you see what you're doing to yourself?" I couldn't. Choked with emotion, I had cried, but this time, when I received my son's card, my tears were tears of joy, not desperation. ************************************************* Dealing with Resentments Resentment is the Number One offender. It destroys more alcoholics than anything else. From it stem all forms of spiritual disease, for we have been not only mentally and physically ill, we have also been spiritually ill. When our spiritual malady is overcome, we straighten out mentally and physically. In dealing with our resentments, we set them on paper. We listed people, institutions, or principles with whom we were angry. We asked ourselves why we were angry. In most cases it was found that our self-esteem, our pocketbooks, our ambitions, our personal relationships (including sex) were hurt or threatened. "The most heated bit of letter-writing can be a wonderful safety valve – providing the wastebasket is somewhere nearby." 1. ALCOHOLICS ANONYMOUS, pp. 64-65 2. LETTER, 1949 *********************************************** Peace with the Past Even God cannot change the past. —Agathon Holding on to the past, either through guilt, longing, denial, or resentment, is a waste of valuable energy – energy that can be used to transform today and tomorrow. "I used to live in my past," said one recovering woman. "I was either trying to change it, or I was letting it control me. Usually both. "I constantly felt guilty about things that had happened. Things I had done; things others had done to me – even though I had made amends for most everything, the guilt ran deep. Everything was somehow my fault. I could never just let it go. "I held on to anger for years, telling myself it was justified. I was in denial about a lot of things. Sometimes, I'd try to absolutely forget about my past, but I never really stopped and sorted through it; my past was like a dark cloud that followed me around, and I couldn't shake clear of it. I guess I was scared to let it go, afraid of today, afraid of tomorrow. I've been recovering now for years, and it has taken me almost as many years to gain the proper perspective on my past. I'm learning I can't forget it; I need to heal from it. I need to feel and let go of any feelings I still have, especially anger. "I need to stop blaming myself for painful events that took place, and trust that everything has happened on schedule, and truly all is okay. I've learned to stop regretting, and to start being grateful. "When I think about the past, I thank God for the healing and the memory. If something occurs that needs an amend, I make it and am done with it. I've learned to look at my past with compassion for myself, trusting that my Higher Power was in control, even then. "I've healed from some of the worst things that happened to me. I've made peace with myself about these issues, and I've learned that healing from some of these issues has enabled me to help others to heal too. I'm able to see how the worst things helped form my character and developed some of my finer points. "I've even developed gratitude for my failed relationships because they have brought me to who and where I am today. "What I've learned has been acceptance - without guilt, anger, blame, or shame. I've even had to learn to accept the years I spent feeling guilty, angry, shameful, and blaming." We cannot control the past. But we can transform it by allowing ourselves to heal from it and by accepting it with love for others and ourselves. I know, because that woman is me. Today, I will begin being grateful for my past. I cannot change what happened, but I can transform the past by owning my power, now, to accept, heal, and learn from it. ********************************************** Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail. —John Donne All of us have some difficult circumstances to face today. Some among us find ourselves in the hospital or in jail. Others are worried about pressures and frustrations at work. Tensions and concerns about war and the future of the world affect us all. We have many uncontrollable circumstances in our lives, but we don't have to give ourselves over to them. A man's body may be in jail while in his heart he is free. We build a palace for our spirits by maintaining contact with our Higher Power. We are always within the circle of God's love. Always! Knowing that helps us make peace with the limits on what we can do about our situations. Then we can go forth working to make peace in our relationships, accomplish what is possible in our lives, and make a contribution to others. Today, I will remember that the frustrations around me are not all of who I am. When I am at peace within, I live among spiritual riches. *********************************************** Things don't turn up in this world until somebody turns them up. —James A. Garfield We could learn from the bears in the woods how to turn up opportunities. To nourish themselves, they turn over logs and stumps to get insects. When they smell honey, they will climb a tree after it, and when they see berries, they will move branches aside to get at them. Like the bears, we need to turn up things for ourselves. Perhaps we can enter a drawing or writing contest. Maybe we can try out for a team sport or the orchestra. By doing this, we take risks, which foster our growth and build confidence, and we turn our lives into fulfilling adventures. Why wait for opportunity to knock when we can knock at opportunity's door. Whatever our interests, finding ways to enjoy them can make the most out of the opportunities around us. What opportunities are available to me today?

A weired pattern

At times I wonder why some men behave a certain way. They are so lovey dovey and caring when alone and act like a stranger when society sees them. Did you face such a situation? I saw many and I am citing some fictional stories not naming the respected individuals. No offense to the true men but wanted to address the hypocrite coward ones. Five men, five masks. Sweet in the inbox, strangers in the crowd. Let’s start. Would love to hear your thoughts. 1. The College Boy Riya’s phone buzzed at midnight. “Good morning, sunshine . I couldn’t sleep thinking about you. You’re my everything. Can’t wait to hold your hand under the stars,” typed Arjun. Riya smiled, though a little blush crept up her cheeks. The next day in the college canteen, she walked up to him. He was with three of his friends, laughing loudly. “Hi, Arjun,” she said softly. Arjun froze, then forced a fake cough. “Oh hey… uh… you’re in my English class, right? Sorry, what was your name again?” Riya raised an eyebrow. “Really? The same ‘nameless girl’ you send ‘my sunshine’ messages to at 2 a.m.?” His friends laughed awkwardly, and Arjun nearly choked on his samosa. 2. The Young Professional Every night, Meera’s phone glowed. “Babe, today was so hard at work, but you make it all worth it . You’re my secret smile.” She rolled her eyes but typed back anyway. At the office annual party, Meera walked toward him in her red dress. Everyone was standing in groups. Raj, the same “sweetheart-sender,” stiffened. “Oh, hello… colleague!” he said loudly, as though announcing to the room. “How’s the… uh… quarterly reports?” Meera smirked. “The reports are fine. Should I also update the team about your midnight poetry, or keep that in ‘draft’ mode?” Raj’s face turned the shade of a tomato- a rotten one. 3. The Married Man (Age 40) On WhatsApp, Anita read his line: “You’re the only one who understands me. My wife just doesn’t get me. Every time I see your name, my heart races.” At a wedding two weeks later, they crossed paths. His wife stood nearby, chatting with relatives. “Oh!” he exclaimed nervously. “This is my… distant friend. We just exchange… thoughts sometimes. Very formal, of course.” Anita folded her arms. “Yes, very formal. Formal enough to send fifty red hearts in one message.” His wife turned curiously, and he coughed like a man choking on his own guilt. But at the market, when they ran into each other near the vegetable stall, he nearly dropped his potatoes. “Namaste, beti!” he said loudly, glancing around. “How is your family? Good, good… study well, hmm?” She smiled sweetly. “Of course, Uncle. Though in your DMs, you don’t call me ‘beti,’ you call me ‘sweetheart.’ Quite the slip of tongue, hmm?” He fumbled with the coriander leaves, pretending not to hear. 5. The Retired Gentleman (Age 65) Every night at 10:30 p.m. sharp, his message arrived for Preeti: “Loneliness feels lighter when I talk to you. You make my evenings bright, my dear rose .” One morning at the park, his old friends were sitting on a bench when she walked by. He quickly waved and muttered, “Oh yes, she’s just the neighbor’s daughter. I barely know her.” The lady smiled knowingly. “Barely? You’ve been calling me your ‘rose’ for six months straight. Should I bring screenshots for your walking club?” His friends burst into laughter, while he hid behind his newspaper. One fine evening, fate — or maybe karma — decided to play its game. All five ladies happened to meet at the same cafe during a weekend open-mic event. Over cappuccinos, they started talking. Within minutes, the puzzle fit together — each one had a “Romeo” who was sugar-dripping in private messages but colder than an ice block in public. Riya laughed. “Mine calls me sunshine at midnight and ‘what’s your name again?’ in the canteen.” Meera smirked. “Mine turns from ‘babe’ into ‘colleague’ in front of the team.” Anita rolled her eyes. “At least yours aren’t married and calling you a ‘formal friend’ in front of their wife.” The others gasped, then burst out laughing. The “Uncle’s sweetheart” Nancy spoke next. “Well, I’m beti at the bazaar, darling in the inbox. He deserves a Padma Shri in acting.” Finally, the “Retired Rose” sighed Preeti. “And me? I’m a neighbor’s daughter by morning, but a rose by night. This man thinks he’s running a flower shop.” The cafe shook with their laughter. Just then, as if destiny planned it, the five men walked in — together — chatting loudly. Each spotted his “secret sunshine,” “colleague,” “friend,” “beti,” or “rose.” Their faces turned pale like milk. The women exchanged a look, then one of them stood up, raised her coffee cup, and declared loudly: “To the men who are Casanovas in DMs and monks in public. May their Wi-Fi always drop when they type my love.” The cafe erupted in claps and chuckles. The men, embarrassed and fumbling, tried to hide behind the menu. And just like that, the women enjoyed their coffee, leaving the men to sip their own hot brew of dualism and shame.

Denmark

Denmark has been secretly training an entire generation of super-empathetic humans and the results are reshaping what childhood could look like everywhere. For over 30 years, Danish schools have mandated weekly empathy lessons alongside math and science. These aren't feel-good circle times or awkward sharing sessions. Students learn real skills like reading facial expressions, understanding different perspectives, and managing emotional conflicts. The curriculum treats empathy like any other subject that requires practice and development. The numbers tell an incredible story. Denmark consistently ranks among the world's happiest countries while maintaining the lowest school bullying rates globally. Danish children score highest on international kindness assessments and grow into adults with exceptional emotional intelligence. Violence in schools has dropped dramatically, and mental health outcomes continue improving year after year. These empathy classes use practical exercises that build genuine connection skills. Kids practice identifying emotions in photographs, role-play difficult social situations, and learn conflict resolution techniques that actually work. Teachers guide discussions about fairness, inclusion, and understanding differences without forcing artificial positivity. The program recognizes something revolutionary that most education systems ignore. Academic success means nothing if children can't navigate relationships, handle stress, or treat others with basic human decency. Danish educators realized that emotional skills aren't luxuries but essential life tools. Other countries are starting to take notice. Finland and Norway have implemented similar programs with promising early results. The Danish model proves that raising compassionate humans isn't wishful thinking but achievable policy when societies decide emotional education matters as much as test scores. ( From a Friend on FB )

*Wisdom from “Guru” Sangati at Mumbai :*

*Wisdom from “Guru” Sangati at Mumbai :* - Remember you are going to die. Drop all your worries right here. - Plan for 1000 years ahead - what kind of a lifetime you want next time, start working for that now! :) - Somebody asked "Gurudev, I have found you this time. Why should I come again next time?". Gurudev said: what If I come next time, would you not want to come ? 🤩 - Practice sanyam regularly - so many of you are saying that Sadhana has become effortless after sanyam. - Your goal this time should be to do sadhana. That's it. Rest all is maya which will keep you engrossed in problems etc. But with sadhana and sewa you'll get over it. - Maya has a very big role. If everything keeps going well in life and maya doesn't engross you, then how will you feel the need to go inwards? Maya tumhe antarmukhi karti hai. _Forwarded As Received_

*A lovely essay on NAINITAL by an ex- student of St. Joseph's College.*

*A lovely essay on NAINITAL by an ex- student of St. Joseph's College.* As the beautiful hill town of Nainital loses its earlier surviving building to fire, I share a piece on Nainital that i had writtten some years ago, soon after reading Proust’s novel In Search of Lost Time. Please read! AT A height of 1,938m, giddy tourists gratify themselves by boating on the lake, riding the ropeway trolley and shopping on Mall Road. That’s Nainital, the hill station in Uttarakhand’s Kumaon region, 330 km north of Delhi. The sensitive traveller goes back with memories of smog and crowd, trash and traffic, tipplers and honeymooners. Most of Nainital is as scarred as other north Indian hill stations, like Shimla or Mussoorie. Mall Road, the principal promenade, is littered with plastic packets. The hill slopes are pockmarked with hotels. The mossy rocks are painted with ads. The tree branches are entwined with electric cables. Throughout the day, the hills echo with the sound of honking cars. Old, pristine Nainital is preserved largely in people’s memories; only the residue of that fabled past is there to see. “When I was growing up in Nainital in the 1960s,” says Delhi-based author Namita Gokhale, “it was a place of innocence and privilege.” For centuries, the lake was held sacred by the hill people, but it was the British, homesick for England’s cool climes, who built the first bungalows. As schools and shops came up in the colonial era, Nainital became the commercial and Anglicized heart of Kumaon, in the foothills of the Himalayas. It was also the summer capital of British India’s United Provinces. Muhammad Ali Jinnah went to Nainital for his honeymoon. After independence, the town came to be known more for its boarding schools. Students came from as far as Myanmar, Thailand and Africa. In the 1950s, three future Bollywood stars were studying in Nainital: Danny Denzongpa at Birla Vidyamandir, Naseeruddin Shah at St Joseph’s College and Amitabh Bachchan at Sherwood College. Film director Karan Johar’s mother was a hosteller at St Mary’s Convent. Two Anglo-Indian women known as the Murch sisters became famous for adopting underprivileged children and enrolling them in the town’s various colleges. One of the children, Marcus Murch, became an actor in Geoffrey Kendal’s theatre company, Shakespeareana. Education ran Nainital’s economy. Coolies took the luggage of students up and down the hills. Barbers gave them haircuts. Tailors stitched the uniforms. Shops catered to them. Tourism increased through the 1960s when the hill station became the summer retreat of the rich. In May and June, the social life of Delhi and Lucknow would shift to Nainital. The rajahs of Kashipur and Pilibhit, and the nawab of Rampur, were regulars; so was the Taraporewala family of Mumbai. The old-money clans bought cottages, or had their favourite hotels, sometimes even favourite rooms. For two months, they ate, walked, skated and danced. “Our group would tie four or five kishtis (boats) with a rope and together we’d sail on the lake for 2 hours,” says Zeenat Kausar of Delhi (her family owned the now-defunct Shama, an Urdu film and literary magazine), who always stayed at The Grand Hotel. “A gramophone played K.L. Saigal songs.” Of course, the upper crust were members of the Boat House Club, an establishment that had once denied membership to hunter-conservationist Jim Corbett for not being blue-blooded enough, but now admitted brown sahibs. The club had a bar, multi-speciality restaurant and billiards rooms. It was famous for its live band, ballroom evenings and yacht races, which simmered with politics. Children were barred from the club after 7pm. In the summers of the 1960s, Captain Ram Singh of the Indian National Army, who was close to freedom fighter Netaji Subhas Chandra Bose, conducted a band playing martial music on a bandstand every day after 4pm. The bandstand was built in a part of Nainital known as The Flats—the offspring of a landslide. In 1880, this landslide had killed 150 and destroyed buildings, including the Naina Devi temple. The debris from the hill covered a part of the lake, forming this gravelled ground. The hawkers on The Flats sold chana jor garam and fruits like apricots, peaches, strawberries, pears and apples. In September and October, chestnuts came from Ranikhet. The popular dessert was the bakse waali pasty, or pastries stacked in steel trunks. Tourists and locals whiled away the afternoons watching hockey or football matches on The Flats. Then, as now, the most important touristy ritual was the boat ride on the lake. In the 1950s, it cost 2 annas. Today, it’s Rs160. And the town’s standards are slipping. The lovely rowing kishtis are giving way to swan-shaped plastic paddleboats. The souvenirs sold on the street are no longer hand-painted scenes of the lake town, but nude one-armed Venus candles. There is unplanned development. The hotels are shabbier. In the 1980s, the rich abandoned Nainital for Kashmir, though then prime minister Rajiv Gandhi would often visit with his family. By the 1990s, then Union finance minister Manmohan Singh’s economic reforms made it easier for wealthy Indians to carry cash to foreign locales. The Greek islands became the new Nainital. The original saw a demographic change. “The Maruti 800 arrived in the 1980s,” says Gokhale, referring to the affordable car that increased the mobility of middle-class India. “People started coming to Nainital from cities like Bareilly and Moradabad, while more and more middle-income Delhiites adopted the hill stations as a weekend getaway. The nature of what they looked for in a holiday was different.” While walking on Mall Road, these visitors look at the shops, not the lake. The locals call them NRIs, “newly rich Indians”. In summer these days, Mall Road is jammed with people. The Hindi swear words of weekend revellers can be heard from one end to the other. There are hundreds of identical paunchy men in tight T-shirts, women dressed up like Christmas trees, heads covered with “look-I’m-on-holiday” straw hats, and constant jostling for a picturesque spot. And there are the children, running pell-mell, screaming for goodies. In the 1960s, Mall Road was more rarefied. Young people in bell-bottoms skated and the glamorous gentry strolled. Women were dressed in chiffon saris and jamawar shawls; men in ironed suits and polished shoes. The shops had character. Started by a Swiss woman, The Sakley’s was loved for its pastries, éclairs and doughnuts. Huntley & Palmer, run by the Arora brothers, had delicious English biscuits. Narain’s bookstore, with a view of the lake, specialized in literary fiction. It was also the only place in Nainital to sell 78 rpm records of singers like Begum Akhtar. Ramlal & Sons were drapers and outfitters for students and bureaucrats. The best shoes were found in the shop of Mr Listen, a Chinese settler. Everyone who got married had photos taken in the Bakshi Brothers’ studio. In Bara Bazaar, up Mall Road, there was the garment store of the Rais brothers, two extremely polite men who greeted customers with “farmayen” (yes, please say). Dana Mian, a second-hand book dealer, walked the hills with a coolie who carried a book-filled steel trunk on his head. Until the 1962 war with China, Buddhist lamas freely crossed the border to sell precious herbs from Tibet. Chinese traders came with silk. Occasionally, the “season” was rocked by scandals. “My father’s younger brother fell in love with an Anglo-Indian crooner who performed at a restaurant in Mall Road. They fled to Rampur and got married,” says lawyer and educationist Nilanjana Dalmia, who spent her childhood in Gurney House, once the residence of Corbett and now owned by her family. Although a private property, it admits visitors. The cottage has a gabled roof and period furniture. The rooms have been preserved as they were when Corbett sold the property in 1947. The shelves have books by Charles Dickens and P.G. Wodehouse. The rug in the living room is the skin of a tiger. In the old days, nobody drove. People walked or rode on dandis (palanquins) or horses. Today, hyper-energetic day trippers leave before sunset. But old Nainital is not completely lost. Most of the landmarks are still there. The Sakley’s bakery products rival those of any big city patisserie. Narain’s collection of books, both in English and Hindi, is extensive, though a decade ago the owner started stocking candles to survive. The lakeside municipal library—open to all—has a duck house below. Like the town itself, the Boat Club too has lost its exclusivity. Tourists are let in upon payment of Rs415 “per couple”. Talking on mobile phones is allowed in the bar lounge, which has hanging lamps and heavy sofas. The windows look out on the lake. The walls have black and white photos of the 1880 landslide. A clock chimes every hour. The piano is locked. Nainital had three cinemas. Capitol Cinema and Roxy screened English films. Ashoka Talkies, near Town Hall, showed Hindi potboilers. All three have shut down. The Capitol, which screened films like Ben-Hur, The Ten Commandments and The Picture of Dorian Gray, was originally built on The Flats as an assembly hall to host grand parties for the British. Today, the portion where the balcony used to be is a factory store for designer candles. The part that faces the lake is a video-games parlour. The glass panes on the doors are broken. Situated just above Narain’s, The Grand Hotel has been standing since 1872. Every room has a clear view of the lake. Nehru liked dining here. The king of Nepal would check in with his own carpets and cutlery. When he stayed at the hotel for the filming of Madhumati, actor Dilip Kumar instructed the staff to serve tea to any fan coming to visit him. Today, The Grand’s corridors offer the same view, but the furniture has changed—cane chairs instead of the old planter’s chairs. One thing is intact. The matches still happen on The Flats, the shouts of players wafting up and reaching the ears of lone men walking the deserted slopes of faraway hillsides. The bakse waali pasty vendors can still be sighted. To get away from tourists, walk on Thandi Sadak, the cobbled pathway across the lake. It’s the anti-Mall Road: no shops, no touts. One side faces the hill, the other looks to the lake. Or walk on the town’s hillsides, which are as deserted as the Mall Road was in the 1950s. To climb into another world, climb a bit higher. Kilbury forest, 13km away, is a different country—utter silence amid a dense cover of oak, pine and rhododendron trees. The slow-moving clouds are close enough to touch. You rarely see anyone except collared grosbeaks, brown wood-owls and laughing thrushes. The forest has more than 500 bird species. Sometimes, the pathway runs over a stream. The enveloping clouds make the world as white as snow. Built in 1890, the Kilbury forest lodge is a perfect retreat. The British-era Raj Bhawan, or the Governor’s House, on a hill looks magical at sunset. Even with an entry pass of Rs 30, it can be viewed only from the grounds. Made from grey stone, this gothic marvel has 113 rooms. From the rear, it resembles an English country house. On rainy days, the mist gets so thick that the building is reduced to a mere outline; its turrets look finer than any brushstroke by an artist. The golf course, spread over 45 acres, is within the Raj Bhawan grounds. If the sky is overcast, the golfers frequently disappear into the approaching mist. Tourists can play by paying Rs 250 for 18 holes. Despite being a Nainital cliché, boating on the lake is heavenly. Each kishti is like an island. The rhythmic splash of the oar on the water lulls you into sweet drowsiness as puffs of cloud drift down the hills, and float over the lake. The view, so fragile that it is more like a state of mind, explains why some people nurture a passion bordering on mania for this town. At The Book Shop in Delhi’s Jor Bagh Market, the owner, K.D. Singh, who studied at the hill station in the 1950s, has recreated his own Nainital. Only friends with a “Nainital connection” know the secret geography. The new releases are displayed behind the glass display in “Tallital”, your entry point to Nainital. Older books are exiled to “Mallital”, the region beyond Mall Road. Classics are stacked up on “Snow View”, the ropeway ride’s destination. K. D. Singh himself sits in the “Boat Club”. The desktop image on his computer is of the lake. Nainital, 0km. Mayank Austen Soofi ,thank u for a gr8 piece ,i echo ur thoughts deeply ,born ,educated at Sem ,Nainital ,i feel deeply of seeing good ole ,naini today ,what it was half a century back & i fear where it will head in the future .I prefer & cherish memories of Naini of yore & thank the Almighty of making me one of this grand town which i love with all my heart .Wish Naini & its residents all the very best.

Mantra

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According to the Mahabharata, what were the views of Lord mahadev regarding Krishna?

According to the Mahabharata, what were the views of Lord mahadev regarding Krishna? Lord Shiva highly praised Lord Krishna as the supreme God. Once a large number of Rishis approached Mahadeva and requested him to tell them about Krishna. Lord Shiva then glorifies Lord Krishna to the Rishis. Mahesvara said, 'Hari is superior to the Grandsire himself. He is the Eternal Purusha. Otherwise called Krishna, he is endued with the splendour of gold, and shines with effulgence like a second sun. Possessed of ten arms, he is endued with great energy, and is the slayer of the foes of the gods. Having a whorl on his breast, he has curly locks of hair on his head. He is worshipped by all the deities. Brahman has risen from his abdomen. I have sprung from his head, All the luminaries in the firmament have sprung from his hair. From the bristles on his body have sprung all the gods and Asuras. From his body have sprung the Rishis as also all the eternal worlds. He is the veritable abode of the Grandsire and the abode of all the gods besides. He is the Creator of this whole Earth, and He is the Lord of the three worlds He is also the Destroyer of all creatures mobile and immobile. He is verily the foremost of all the deities. He is their master. He is the chastiser of all foes. He is possessed of omniscience. He exists in everything. He is capable of going everywhere. He is of universal extent (pervading as he does everything). He is the Supreme Soul. He is the urger of all the senses. He covers the universe. He is the Supreme Lord. There is nothing in the three worlds that is superior to him. He is Eternal. He is the slayer of Madhu, and is otherwise called Govinda. The giver of honours, He will cause all the kings of Earth to be slain in battle, for achieving the purposes of the deities, taking birth in a human form. The deities, abandoned by Him, are unable to accomplish their purposes on earth. Without obtaining him as their leader they cannot do anything. He is the leader of all creatures and is adored by all the gods. Section CXLVII, Anusasanika parva, Mahabharata. Then in another instance in Badari, in the presence of a large number of Rishis, Lord Shiva declared the glory of Lord Krishna. During the time of creation, you are brahma, O lord you are Vishnu during creation. During destruction, you are having the name rudra. O lord! Hence you have three residences! You are the purusha with thousand heads, thousand eyes, thousand legs, thousand arms, thousand forms, thousand souls, the lord of heaven. Pervading the entire earth with seven islands, surrounded by seven oceans, becoming minute as well as all the gross, you exceed this universe by ten fingers (you exist in the form of a child encompassing all the universe). You are all the entire universe which was born (in the past) and which will be in future. O Janardana ! The principal as well as the sovereign lord evolved from you! Chapter 88, Bhavishya parva, Harivamsa. Lord Shiva further instructed the Rishis to always worship Lord Krishna as there is no one superior to him Vishnu is most important for you. No one more important than Vishnu exists. Know that Vishnu is the object of the highest penance. O Brahmins ! Vishnu is the one who is always to be meditated in your mind. This is most prosperous for you. This is the most superior wealth. This is what is to be accomplished with your birth. This is the result of your penance. Vishnu is the residence of merit. Worshipping Vishnu is the eternal dharma. Vishnu is the one who provides liberation. That is the modular path to be followed. This will provide real merit. This is the ultimate result of your work. Know that worship of Vishnu is the path to be followed. There is nothing else to be thought on this. Hari is the only one to be always meditated by you, who are fixed in good. No other god in the universe exists who is above Vishnu, Narayana. O the twice born! Always pronounce OM. Recite the name of keshava (Krishna) and meditate on him. Chapter 89, Bhavishya parva, Harivamsa. During Banasura war, Lord Shiva furthur praised Lord Krishna Krishna, great God Krishna, I know that you’re the supreme person, the killer of Madhu and Kaitabha, and the eternal God of gods. You’re the origin of the universe and the process of the worlds. The three worlds wouldn’t be able to defeat you, God, even with all their gods, demons, and humans. So you must withdraw this celestial discus that you’re poised to use.

💫 Highlights from Gurudev’s wisdom 💫

💫 Highlights from Gurudev’s wisdom 💫 *Soaking in Bliss*, Delhi, 14/09/25 • Embrace the chaos, to experience bliss — Bliss is born out of chaos. • Somewhere, something always feels incomplete — that becomes the cause of sorrow. • Go beyond words, else we get stuck in them. • Ask “What? What? What?” — it pulls the mind away from endless thoughts. • The race for the infinite never lets us feel fulfilled. • In trying to understand life, we often lose life. To truly know, one must simply be in wonder. • Just as a lotus rises from the mud, greatness shines through challenges. • Every enlightened one — Buddha, Krishna — also faced struggles. • Don’t be like a restless chicken 🐔 … Be like a Royal Elephant 🐘 — steady, majestic, unshaken. • The Kena Upanishad asks, “Kya?” — questioning leads to wisdom. • Until you rise beyond criticism and chatter, ignorance holds you back. • If someone mocks or abuses you, just ask within — “What? What? What?” and stay Lajawab 😃 • Worry blocks the bliss within you. If you must worry, then worry about the next life! 😃🤗 • The secret? Be blissful now, in this very moment.

When an elephant is flown from one country to another say, from India to the United States it’s transported in a massive crate.

🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘 When an elephant is flown from one country to another say, from India to the United States it’s transported in a massive crate. But here’s the surprising part: that crate is filled with… tiny chicks. Yes, delicate, fragile baby birds. Why? Because elephants, despite their towering size, are instinctively careful. They are deeply averse to harming any living being. Surrounded by chicks, the elephant doesn’t dare move during the flight not out of fear for itself, but out of concern for others. It stands still for hours, perfectly balanced, lest it step on even one. This is the first test. Of its strength. Of its restraint. Of its nobility. Fascinated by this gentle behavior, scientists have studied the elephant’s brain. What they found was remarkable: spindle cells neurons linked to empathy, self-awareness, and social connection present in only a few species, including humans and great apes So while the elephant is physically immense, it is emotionally immense, too. It feels. It understands. It chooses compassion over impulse. Centuries ago, *Leonardo da Vinci* observed these traits and wrote: “The elephant embodies righteousness, reason, and temperance.” He described the elephant’s grace as it enters a river not splashing, but bathing with dignity, as if in a sacred ritual He noted how it helps the lost find their way. How it moves only in herds, never alone. How it follows a guide. Even when crossing paths with another herd, it doesn’t assert dominance it gently nudges them aside with its trunk, never causing harm But perhaps the most profound act is this: When an elephant senses its life coming to an end, it quietly steps away from the herd… …to die alone. Why? Not from weakness. But to shield the young from grief. To carry the weight of sorrow by itself. Out of dignity. Out of compassion. Out of modesty. Three virtues rare even in humans. Natural in the elephant

It is a fact that the caste system has contributed greatly to conversion of Hindus to Islam.

Have been reading with interest your posts on conversion. Although I am itching to join the debate, I dare not. It is a fact that the caste system has contributed greatly to conversion of Hindus to Islam. Many were thrown out of the Hindu biradari because they had broken some caste rule... Like crossing the seven seas. I have heard that Begum Liaquat Ali (wife of the first PM of Pakistan) 's father was a Kumaoni Brahmin who was not accepted into the Hindu fold on his return from abroad. He had no option but to convert. My father tells a very touching story which his grandmother told him. A Hindu child bride was being taken to her sasuraal by train immediately after marriage. In those days water was sold separately at stations as Hindu pani and Muslim pani. The child bride on feeling thirsty asked the lady attendant sent with her to get her some water. The attendant inadvertently brought her Muslim pani. The in laws on noticing this just dumped the child and attendant at the station, and left, with all her jewellery and finery, of course. She had lost caste according to them. My father who was in London in 1959 was told by a Pakistani Kashmiri Muslim that immediately after Partition some of them had thought of embracing Hinduism, but Hindus were unwilling to admit them to the higher castes. Why should they leave their religion to become lower caste Hindus. Am not posting this on the Group, because my friends will not like it.

All the six pandavs were not the biological sons of King Pandu,

All the six pandavs were not the biological sons of King Pandu, whereas the Kauravas were born of Dhritarastra and Gandhari. Then how come the claim of throne by Yudhisthira was justified? Suyodhan must be the rightful king then. Even dhritarashtra,pandu and vidura were not biological sons of vichitraveerya. Should we make bhishma as king then ? Pandavas are 5 not 6. Pandavas are king pandus sons. Karna don't come in Pandavas. He is kounteya son of Kunti. Niyoga was accepted practice. Pandavas were born same way in which dhritarashtra,pandu and vidura were born. Dhritarashtra was never crowned as king of Hastinapur in his entire lifetime. He was just a caretaker. So Yudhisthira by both traditional Inheritance right as well as merit a rightful heir. Duryodhan by any argument or logic was not a heir. Dhritarashtra has said this number of times himself.

CAN YOU SAY THESE OUT LOUD?

CAN YOU SAY THESE OUT LOUD? 9 of the Hardest Tongue Twisters in the English Since time immemorial, tongue twisters have been a favorite children’s game. After all, what’s cheaper and easier than to keep kids entertained with just a few funny words that are meant to be repeated again and again? Here we select some of the objectively hardest tongue twisters that the English language can produce. Enjoy! 1 Pad kid poured curd pulled cod According to a team of researchers from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, this is the hardest English tongue twister in the world. The researchers who created this funny piece of unspeakable nonsense - sadistic monsters, most likely - reported that most people who tried this tongue twister found it almost impossible to repeat. 2 Brisk brave brigadiers brandished broad bright blades, blunderbusses, and bludgeons—balancing them badly Quite a funny and bellicose scene. Not an easy one either, and since it’s longer than most tongue twisters here it will probably require extra time to memorize it correctly. 3. How can a clam cram in a clean cream can? How, indeed. I have to say, this one seems easy on paper, but saying it more than three times fast is a real challenge. 4. Imagine an imaginary menagerie manager managing an imaginary menagerie. If you were left wondering what in the world a menagerie is, it turns out it’s a French word that means a ‘collection of captive animals kept for display’. Essentially a precursor of the modern zoo. 5 Rory the warrior and Roger the worrier were reared wrongly in a rural brewery As a friend of mine pointed out after hearing this one, good luck saying this twice after having a few drinks at the brewery. 6. Six sick hicks nick six slick bricks with picks and sticks Talk like a sick slick snake with this nitpicky little skit. Well, I’m officially ruined, I can only think in tongue-twisty fashion now. 7. Thirty-three thirsty, thundering thoroughbreds thumped Mr. Thurber on Thursday In phonetics - the branch of linguistics that studies how humans produce and replicate sounds - the sound so familiar to the English language is what’s called a ‘dental fricative’. If this doesn’t sound terrifying enough by itself, know that this sound is commonly quite difficult for foreign learners to pronounce, and even native-speaking children usually take longer to master it. In plain words, this means a consonant that is pronounced with the tip of the tongue placed against the teeth, but you already know that if you tried to follow your tongue movements while trying to repeat the Thursday misfortunes of Mr. Thurber. 8. Six sleek swans swam swiftly southwards A haiku-esque scene for the more poetically inclined. 9. English can be understood through tough thorough thought, though Loving this one… If you have the time, challenge a young kid to this one, they might have a bit of trouble with it. But it’s more than just a tongue twister, it’s good advice. 10 Give your tongue a break Hope your tongue is okay after this rollercoaster of an article! Soothe your tired speech organ with an icy drink, or maybe practice a bit more if you are thinking of challenging friends or family with some of these.

Why did Lord Shiva take the avatar of Sharabha?

Why did Lord Shiva take the avatar of Sharabha? When Lord Narasimha killed Hiranyakashyipu, he couldn’t control his anger and started destroying everything. The gods went to Lord Brahma for help and he said that only Shiva can pacify Nrsimha. The gods requested Shiva to calm Narsimha down and he took the form of Sharabha. Sharabha was half lion, half man and half bird. He went to fight Narsimha and they both fought for a very long time. At last, Lord Shiva managed to defeat him and was very close to killing him but begged by gods to stop. Even Vishnu’s anger calmed down and he came in his original form. Lord Shiva has subdued many such incarnations of Vishnu like he pulley the eyes of Kurma, shell of Matsya, broke the tusk of Varaha and took the skin of Narsimha. Even the Shrutis approve of it: 「 हरि॑व॒ हर॑न्त॒मनु॑यन्ति दे॒वा विश्वस्येशानं॑ वृष॒भं म॑तीनाम् । ब्रह्म सरू॑प॒मनु॑ मे॒दमागा॒दय॑नं॒ मा विबंधीर्विक्रमस्व ॥ SALUTATION TO HARA ( SHIVA ) WHO DESTROYS HARI, WHO'S ADORNED BY ALL DEVTAS, WHO'S THE LORD OF UNIVERSE. Taittriya Aranyaka, 10:49:1.

Such a beautiful n touching story..........

Such a beautiful n touching story.......... At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves children with learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he shared the following: 'I believe that when a child like Shay (my son), who was mentally and physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.' Then he told the following story: Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but as a father I also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps. I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.' Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted. In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat. At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball. However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher. The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game. Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first! Run to first!' Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled. Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!' Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base. B y the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball . the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home. All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay' Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third! Shay, run to third!' As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!' Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team. 'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'. Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making me so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day! AND NOW A LITTLE FOOT NOTE TO THIS STORY: We all send thousands of jokes through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending messages about life choices, people hesitate. PLS SHARE THIS STORY.....

FACING TWO WAYS

01:55 (9 hours ago) to Good Morning!!! FACING TWO WAYS Around the Year with Emmet Fox September 22 Are you double minded? Jesus says that a double minded man is unstable in all his ways, and that such a person need expect nothing from the Great Law. “If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him. But let him ask in faith, nothing wavering. For he that wavereth is like a wave of the sea driven with the wind and tossed. For let not that man think that he shall receive any thing of the Lord” James 1:5-7 This is very obvious common sense. If you affirm one thing now, and the opposite in half an hour; if you meditate helpfully and then go downstairs to talk trouble; it is entirely natural that you should fail to influence people with the peace that comes with prayer. If you stepped into a taxi at Grand Central and told the driver to take you to Central Park, and then, after a block, told him to drive you to the Battery, and then after a couple of blocks asked him to go to Central Park again, you could hardly expect the driver to land you at any destination. And yet this is what a good many of us do in practice. We affirm both harmony and disharmony until the subconscious mind is completely muddled, anti, of course, our lives are in confusion. Where our words and deeds reinforce one another the effect is powerful and the result certain. Where they are not in accord they cancel out, leaving us where we started, or more likely worse off.

Why is Lord Kartikey missing in Shiv Parivar pictures?

Why is Lord Kartikey missing in Shiv Parivar pictures? It is not as if Kartikeya is not worshipped or less popular compared to his family. There is a story why usually Skanda is not shown in the Shiva Pariwar. Well it is because when Shiva and Parvati were thinking whom shall be married first between Ganesha and Kartikeya. They decided that whoever can get one full round of the universe and come back, he will get married first. Kartikeya left on his peacock while Ganesha thought that if he goes on Mooshak, it will take time. So, Ganesha took round of his parents claiming that his parents are the whole universe for him. Lord Shiva annnounced that before any ritual or a good deed, Ganesha will be worshipped first and was married to Riddhi Siddhi. When Kartikeya got back, he got very angry and went to Srisail Parvat. Lord Shiva and Parvati then went to pacify him and meet him every Amavasya and Poornima respectively. That is why Kartikeya is mostly worshipped in South India as Murugan or Subramanian. Subramanian is said to be the ancestor of the Subramanian family. The festival of Thaipusam is very famous and Murugan is worshipped even in Malaysia and Singapore. The famous statue of Murugan and the temple of Batu Caves are in KL.

**LOVE ! ❤️ THE QUESTION ? OF AN ANSWER !***

**LOVE ! ❤️ THE QUESTION ? OF AN ANSWER !*** In a congregation, Sri Sri asked, " How many of you are feeling strong?" Many people raised their hands. Sri Sri : "Why?" Because YOU are with us!!! Sri Sri : "Only those who feel weak can surrender". All those who were feeling strong were taken aback! If you are in love, you feel weak because love makes you weak. Yet there is no power stronger than love. Love is strength. (All those who had raised their hands for strong suddenly felt weak!). Yet love is the greatest power on earth. You feel absolutely powerful when you are with the Divine. Someone asked: "But why do we keep alternating between the two?" Sri Sri: "That is the fluctuation in life." When you are feeling weak , Surrender. When you feel strong, Do Seva. 🌻Jai Guru Dev 🌻

READ IT – IT'S GREAT!

READ IT – IT'S GREAT! At a family gathering, a young man asked his parents, aunts, uncles, and grandparents: "How did you all live back then?" • Without television • Without Wi-Fi • Without technology • Without the internet • Without computers • Without drones • Without Bitcoins • Without cell phones • Without Facebook • Without Twitter • Without YouTube • Without WhatsApp • Without Messenger • Without Instagram Then the grandfather spoke up and replied: “You know, dear grandson… Just like your generation lives today… • Without prayers • Without respect • Without values • Without personality • Without a sense of duty • Without inner life • Without character • Without spice • Without ideals • Without self-love • Without humanity • Without modesty • Without virtues • Without honor • Without purpose • Without that certain something • Without essence • Without direction • Without identity – because many no longer even know whether they are male or female. We, those born between 1920 and 1975, are blessed, and our lives are living proof: After school, there was homework, then played outside! We played with real friends – not virtual ones from the internet. We often built our own toys and had fun with them. Our parents weren't rich, but they gave us and taught us love – not material or worldly values. We didn't have cell phones, laptops, DVDs, PlayStations, Xboxes, video games, PCs, or the internet... but we did have real friends. Relatives lived nearby, so we could enjoy family time. We may only appear in black and white photos, but the memories are colorful and vivid. We are a UNIQUE and MORE UNDERSTANDING GENERATION, because we are the LAST to listen to our parents... and the FIRST to have to listen to our children. We are a LIMITED EDITION! Enjoy, appreciate, and learn from yesterday. Share it. “THE ELDESTS” “We were born in the 40s, 50s and 60s.” “We grew up in the 50s, 60s, and 70s.” “We went to school in the 60s, 70s, and 80s.” “We fell in love in the 70s, 80s, and 90s.” “We got married and explored the world in the 70s, 80s, and 90s.” “We ventured out in the 80s and 90s.” “We found stability in the 2000s.” “We grew wiser in the 2010s.” “And we're still here—in 2025.” We've lived through EIGHT decades… TWO centuries… TWO millennia… From long-distance telephone switches to worldwide video calls. From records to streaming services. From handwritten letters to emails and WhatsApp. From radio commentary during football matches to black-and-white TV, and later to HD television. We used to go to the video store – today we watch Netflix. We experienced the first computers, punch cards, floppy disks – and today we carry gigabytes and megabytes in our pockets – on our cell phones or tablets. We wore shorts as children, later long trousers, Oxfords, Bermuda shorts, and much more. We survived polio, meningitis, the H1N1 flu, and now COVID-19. Yes, we've been through a lot, but what great lives we've had! You could call us "survivors." People born in the world of the 1950s, experienced an analog childhood and a digital adulthood. We're a kind of "I've seen it all." Our generation has experienced and seen more than any other – in every dimension of life. We are the generation that has truly adapted to the world. A big round of applause to all members of a very special generation, that will forever remain UNIQUE. ⸻ A beautiful and very true message I received from a friend. I hope you take the time to read it and then share it… …or you put it off – and find yourself never sharing it! Always together Always united Always brothers Always friends

Did Karna attack the unarmed Abhimanyu?

Did Karna attack the unarmed Abhimanyu? During the battle at Kurukshetra, Abhimanyu was sent to penetrate the Chakra-Vyuha created by Drona and counter him. It was only his father Arjuna, Pradyumna and uncle Vasudev who had the skill and they were distracted by the Kurus elsewhere. Other warriors along with Bhima, Satyaki, Panchalas, Kekayas, the Matyas followed to protect him since he did not have the knowledge to exit the vyuha. Once inside the Chakravyuha, Arjun’s son fought bravely single handed. Other warriors out to aid him were not allowed to enter by king Jayadrath. Karna was revered by the Kauravs. He left no stone unturned to oppress his nephew. Abhimanyu too afflicted his uncle with sharp tufted arrows. “ He exhibited his supreme weapons and pierced Subhadra’s son with hundreds of arrows.” Arjun’s son inflicted him back with weapons sharpened on stone to sever bows of heroes. “ Vaikartana Karna used his arrows to swiftly slice down the bow of the light handed one “ and supreme shield while Drona severed the sword. Bhoja killed the horses and Kripa the charioteers. Karna along with Drona, Ashwathamma, Brihadbala, Kripa, Duryodhan, Kritavarma and Shakuni in unison showered arrows on the child warrior relentlessly while he fought single handedly. He died countering Dushassana’s son when stuck by his club on the head. picture from online source Abhimanyu Vadha Parva Bibek Debroy’s Mahabharat

🙏🏼 Good Morning 🌄

🙏🏼 Good Morning 🌄 I’m 75 now. These days, mornings are quiet—just me, a cup of tea, and the park down the road. I sit on the same wooden bench every day, watching joggers rush by, parents push strollers, kids chasing pigeons. Life keeps moving, even when you feel like you’ve slowed down. One morning, I noticed a boy—maybe 16—sitting alone at the far end of the bench. Shoulders slumped, hoodie pulled tight, staring at the ground like the world had forgotten him. I know that look. I wore it once, years ago, when life felt too heavy. I didn’t want to scare him off, so I asked softly, “What’s one good thing about today?” He blinked, surprised. “What?” “Anything at all,” I said. “The sky, a song you heard, something small that made today not all bad.” He thought for a moment. Then, quietly: “My sister saved me the last cookie this morning. Said she wanted me to have it.” A tiny smile tugged at his face. Not much, but enough to crack the gray around him. “That’s a good thing,” I said, nodding. He left soon after, but when he glanced back, his eyes weren’t as heavy. The next day, he sat closer. And when a woman with grocery bags shuffled past us, he piped up: “Ma’am, what’s one good thing about your day?” She laughed, surprised. “Well, I found strawberries on sale.” The boy grinned. It became a thing. People passing by began stopping for a minute on my bench. A man said, “The bus was on time!” A young girl said, “I made a new friend at school.” A grandmother said, “My knees didn’t ache this morning.” Simple, ordinary things—but the kind that remind you life still has sweetness tucked in its corners. Soon, folks started calling it The Bench Question. Strangers came not just to rest their feet, but to share their “one good thing.” Someone brought a notebook, leaving it on the bench so people could write their answers. Within weeks, the pages were filled: 💌 “My daughter called after months.” 💌 “The sunset looked like cotton candy.” 💌 “I’m learning to smile again.” And here’s the truth I learned: happiness doesn’t come from fixing everything. Sometimes it’s just about noticing the smallest good thing in the middle of an ordinary day. The boy still visits. He doesn’t hunch anymore. He sits tall, asks every passerby the question. Sometimes, he even brings cookies to share. Life isn’t always easy. But maybe the secret isn’t chasing big joys—it’s learning to hold on to the little ones. One bench. One question. One good thing at a time. So, let me ask you now: What’s one good thing about your day?

In 325 BC, Alexander

In 325 BC, Alexander the Great led his army into the desert between India and the Persian Gulf. The famous Macedonian leader hoped to easily reach the central regions of the Empire, but the march turned out to be more difficult than expected. The lack of food and water began to weigh on the soldiers, who also suffered from the heat and the boiling sand, so much so that some began to perish under the scorching desert sun. The historian Arrian recounts: "Alexander himself, gripped by thirst, led the troops with great pain and difficulty and yet on foot; so too the other soldiers, as usually happens in similar circumstances, tolerated the fatigue better given the same suffering. In the meantime, some lightly armed men, who had moved away from the army in search of water, found it collected in a shallow cavity, a modest and unknown spring. Having taken it without difficulty, they ran to Alexander, as if they were carrying something precious. Then they poured the water into a helmet and gave it to the king. He took it and thanked those who had brought it, but then spilled it in front of everyone. After this, the entire army regained courage to the point of making it seem as if the water poured by Alexander had been drunk by everyone". Thus Alexander the Great, thanks also to his leadership spirit, finally managed to lead his men out of the desert.

Balarama visits Pandavas

Balarama visits Pandavas' camp, before start of the war, and could foresaw the victory of the Pandavas, but did not visit Duryodhana. What were the reasons for Balarama not visiting Duryodhana, though he could foresaw the victory of the Pandavas? Balarama would have known that Duryodhana was not going to stop the war just because he said so. Duryodhana had earlier met Balarama in Dwaraka and knowing Duryodhana well, Balarama had given him permission to fight the war O descendant of the Kuru lineage! It is for your sake that I sought to restrain Hrishikesha. O king! I said repeatedly that my relationship with both of you was equal. But Keshava did not accept the words that I had spoken. I cannot exist for an instant without Krishna. I will come to the aid of neither Partha, nor Duryodhana. After looking towards Vasudeva, this is the decision I have arrived at. You have been born in the Bharata lineage, one that is honoured by all the lords of the earth. O bull among the Bharata lineage! Go and fight in accordance with the Dharma of Kshatriyas. 7, Udyoga parva, Mahabharata. The reason Balarama believed that Pandava victory was certain was because Krishna was with them. This was already the case when Balarama had given permission to Duryodhana to wage war. If he knew he could stop Duryodhana, then he would have tried then itself. The fact that he didn't means Balarama knew that Duryodhana won't refrain from war just because of his words.

While taxiing at London Gatwick Airport

While taxiing at London Gatwick Airport, the crew of a US Air flight departing for Ft. Lauderdale made a wrong turn and came nose to nose with a United 727. An irate female ground controller lashed out at the US Air crew, screaming: "US Air 2771, where the hell are you going?! I told you to turn right onto Charlie taxiway! You turned right on Delta! Stop right there. I know it's difficult for you to tell the difference between C and D, but get it right!" Continuing her rage to the embarrassed crew, she was now shouting hysterically: "God! Now you've screwed everything up! It'll take forever to sort this out! You stay right there and don't move till I tell you to! You can expect progressive taxi instructions in about half an hour and I want you to go exactly where I tell you, when I tell you, and how I tell you! You got that, US Air 2771?" "Yes, ma'am," the cowed crew responded. Naturally, the ground control communications frequency fell terribly silent after the verbal bashing of US Air 2771. Nobody wanted to chance engaging the irate ground controller in her current state of mind. Tension in every cockpit out in Gatwick was definitely running high. Just then an unknown pilot broke the silence and keyed his microphone, asking: “You sound familiar… wasn't I married to you once?"

Ravana was the biggest devotee of Lord Shiva.

Ravana was the biggest devotee of Lord Shiva. Then why didn't lord Shiva help him in the war? Ravana was never a devotee of Lord Shiva. He always worshiped Lord Brahma for getting boons. According to Valmiki Ramayan, Lord Shiva pressing Mount Kailash on his toes and Ravana getting struck is not present. Ravana getting Chandrahas sword from Lord Shiva is also not present. Lord Shiva never supported any evil deeds of Ravana. Infact he congratulated Rama for accomplishing the task of eliminating Ravana. These were the words of Lord Shiva to Rama: "O lotus-eyed, long-armed, broad-chested, annihilator of enemies and excellent among those upholding the cause of virtue! Thank heaven! You accomplished this task." "Fortunately has the fear born of Ravana - which increased the severe darkness on the entire world has been removed by you, on the battle-field, O Rama!" [1] On the other hand, Lord Shiva never fails to protects his devotees who follows the path of Dharma. When Yama tried to take the life of Markandeya who was very young, Lord Shiva came out of Shiva Linga and killed Yama for troubling Markandeya. Later on request of gods, Yama’s life was restored.

What is the story of Lord Vishnu holding Trishula and Lord Shiva holding Sudarshana Chakra?

What is the story of Lord Vishnu holding Trishula and Lord Shiva holding Sudarshana Chakra? Once Narada asked sage Pulastya why Lord Vishnu and Shiva exchanged their weapons. Sage Pulastya recited the story that was once told by Lord Vishnu to Manu. In ancient times, there was a demon king named Jalodbhava. Jalodbhava pleased Lord Brahma with his penance and got a boon that specific weapons of gods will fail against him, sages cannot curse him, fire and water cannot harm him. Having obtained these boons, Jalodbhava started to rule entire earth out of cruelty. The gods took birth on earth and and then took Jalodbhava to Vaikunta. Lord Vishnu then went with Jalodbhava and the gods to Kailasa. A meeting was held there on the strategy to kill this demon. Lord Vishnu and Lord Shiva exchanged their weapons immediately since Jalodbhava had a boon that gods cannot use their specific weapons to kill him. When Jalodbhava saw the two gods marching towards him, he immediately escaped from the place and went to bottom of a river. When Lord Vishnu and Shiva saw the demon hiding under river, they both hide them on both banks of that river. Jalodbhava came out of the water thinking that both Lord Vishnu and Shiva might have gone from there. Jalodbhava, with fear started looking on all sides and then decided to climb Himalaya. Lord Vishnu with trident and Lord Shiva with Sudharshana rushed towards the demon when they saw him climbing the mountain. Lord Vishnu threw the trident and Lord Shiva released the Sudharshana simultaneously towards Jalodbhava. Jalodbhava who was having golden complexion fell down from the mountain like a white star falling from the sky. Narada said- kindly, tell me that why had Śiva held Sudarśana and Vasudeva the Śula there? There was one mighty king of demons called Jalodbhava (water-bom). That mighty demon worshipped god Brahma with observing terrific penance. Brahma pleased and endowed him with powers defeating all gods and demons. It was said that the specific weapons of gods too shall fail to put any harm to him. The curse thundered by hermits known to Brahma shall even prove futile and the fire and water shall do not harm to him. That demon having these specific powers then began ruling on earth. He put in pain all gods, hermits and kings too. That cruel demon had destroyed all benevolent activities. The gods then took birth on the earth took the kings in their company and went to the supreme regulating authority god Visnu. God too went With them at Himalaya where Hara was existed. A meeting arranged there and strategy stated for killing that enemy as it was only benevolent project for gods and hermits. Both gods then exchanged their weapons immediately. When that wicked demon saw the god of gods Sankara and Visnu marching forward of attack, considering them undefeated. The demon entered into the bottom of river with a fright. When Saiikara and Visnu saw the demon hidden in huge and holy river Madhumafi, they suddenly hide on the both banks of that river. Jalodbhava came up from the water considering Satikara and Visnu returned till then. He cautiously started looking all sides with fear and thus, climbed on the ridge of inaccessible Himñlaya. Visnu with trident and Satikara with discus rushed fast towards every when they saw him climbing on the ridge of the mountain. They hit hard on his body by throwing discus and trident simultaneously. That demon having golden complexion fell down from the mountain like a white star falling from the sky. Visnu had thus, held trident while Saiikara had held discus for killing their enemy Jalodbhida. The foot print of Siva on Himilaya began emanating the river Vitasta just then.

Was Lord Rama a non-vegetarian?

Was Lord Rama a non-vegetarian? So many have given detailed answers claiming the same so I won't repeat, instead would like to point out propaganda of certain Hindu institutions to whitewash this stuff. Basically Ram was non vegetarian. स लक्ष्मणः कृष्ण मृगम् हत्वा मेध्यम् पतापवान् | अथ चिक्षेप सौमित्रिः समिद्धे जात वेदसि Now in the above shlok, the following words, कृष्ण मृगम् हत्वा . I don't think it needs any elaboration nor need any sankrit knowledge to get the fact.. Krishna - black, Mrgam - animal, Hatva - Killed. The amount of copium some institutions smokes to twist these words is simply hilarious. Gita press translated it as root bulb of a tree or something. Lmaoo. It'd have been better, had they claimed this shlok to be an interpolation, but have given a baseless nonsensicsl translation to hide the real fact. Here's the full context. Rama spoke the following words to Lakshmana who listened to his command and who was closely attentive to him: "Oh, Lakshmana! Bring the meat of an antelope. We shall perform a purifactory ceremony while entering the house, which is to be done by those who wish to live long. Oh, large-eyed Lakshmana! Killing the antelope quickly bring it here. The prescribed rite according to scriptural point of view indeed is to be performed. Keep in mind the sacred obligation." Lakshmana the slayer of enemies, understanding his brother's words, acted as instructed. Rama spoke again to Lakshmana as follows. "Oh, gentle brother! Boil this antelope's meat. We shall worship the leaf-hut. This day and this instant also are of a distinctive character. Be quick." Then, Lakshmana the strong man and son of Sumitra, killing a holy black antelope, tossed it in an ignited fire. Feeling certain that it is cooked and heated thoroughly with no blood remaining, Lakshmana spoke to Rama the lion among men as follows: "This black antelope, with its complete limbs, has been cooked completely by me. Oh, Rama resembling God! Worship the concerned deity, as you are skilled in that act." Rama, the virtuous man and the learned man in chanting of sacred spells, after taking bath and with subdued mind, briefly chanted all the sacred scripts to be chanted at the end of a purifactory ceremony. Worshipping all classes of deities and getting himself purified, Rama entered the house. There was a heartfelt joy in Rama, with his limitless splendour. Having taken bath in the river as prescribed Rama offered oblations to Lord Rudra and Lord Vishnu after offereing tributes to Vaisvadeva. He performed benedictions relating to the purification of house and also a silent prayer as per prescribed rites. He finally offered excellent tributes to the deities, for removing sins. The above verse also clearly signifies Animal sacrifice was an integral part of ancient sacrificial customs. Similarly all portion which refer words such as Mamsa or Medhyam refers to meat. Not fruit pulp , root bulb or any nonsense like that. you can claim it to be interpolations at best, but changing the whole meaning of words is something high level crackheads might do. Non vegetarian and non violence all those stuff were Imbibed into later hindu texts from Jains and Buddhists who follows Hardcore Non violence. If I'm correct Jains won't even eat vegetarian stuff that might lead to death of a plant like onion, carrot, radish so and so. Further, This statement of Arjuna from Mahabharat is enough to prove what the status of Non violence was back then. Without slaughter, no man has been able to achieve fame in this world or acquire wealth or subjects. Indra himself, by the slaughter of Vritra, became the great Indra. Those amongst the gods that are given to slaughtering others are adored much more by men. Rudra, Skanda, Sakra, Agni, Varuna, are all slaughterers. Kala and Mrityu and Vayu and Kuvera and Surya, the Vasus, the Maruts, the Sadhyas, and the Viswadevas, O Bharata, are all slaughterers. Humbled by their prowess, all people bend to those gods, but not to Brahman or Dhatri or Pushan at any time. Only a few men that are noble of disposition adore in all their acts those among the gods that are equally disposed towards all creatures and that are self-restrained and peaceful.

KEY WORDS IN THE BIBLE

Good Morning!!! KEY WORDS IN THE BIBLE WICKED Around the Year with Emmet Fox September 11 The word wicked occurs more than three hundred times in the Bible and is one of the most important terms to be found therein. In the Bible the word wicked really means "bewitched" or "under a spell." The Law of Being is perfect harmony, and that truth never changes, but man uses his free will to think wrongly, and thus, he builds up false conditions around him, and then believes them to be real. They look real, and so he forgets that it was he himself who made them, and thus, he bewitches himself, or throws himself under a kind of spell; and of course, as long as he remains bewitched he has to suffer the consequences. Nevertheless, it is only illusion, or a spell, and it can be broken by turning to God. The only way to break such a spell is to think of God. “O foolish Galatians, who hath bewitched you. . .!” (Galatians 3:1) said Paul, when he heard that some of his students had begun to believe evil in this way. “The wicked flee when no man pursueth” (Proverbs 28:1). Let us awaken from the spell under which the whole race lives, and know instead that God is all Power, infinite Intelligence, and boundless love. “Let the wicked forsake his way, and the unrighteous man his thoughts: and let him return unto the Lord, and he will have mercy upon him...” Isaiah 55:7

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Ravana’s greatest strength

Ravana’s greatest strength lies in his divine armor of Brahma and his extraordinary regenerative powers. Together, these made him virtually invincible even the gods, including Vishnu, could not bring him down. The Ramayana mentions that Vishnu hurled his Sudarshana Chakra at Ravana countless times, yet it could only inflict minor wounds, which were either absorbed by his armor or quickly healed by his regeneration. He was struck hundreds of times during the wars with gods with the blows of Vishnu’s discus as also with the strokes of other weapons in great conflicts. However, Ravana chose to keep certain marks as trophies of his battles such as the wound from Airavata, the scars left by Vishnu’s disc, and those from Indra’s Vajra. Indra possessed the unique arrow crafted by Brahma, the only weapon capable of piercing Ravana’s armor and destroying his heart, instantly killing him and preventing any chance for regeneration. However he did not used it upon Ravana as it would violate Brahma's boon to him. In the final battle between Rama and Ravana, the latter's armor and regenerative powers made it nearly impossible to defeat him. The only way to end his life was to strike his heart the source of his life in a single blow. For this, Rama employed the unique arrow gifted to him by Sage Agastya, which had originally been given to Agastya by Indra. Vishnu' even if he possessed this arrow cannot use it as Brahma's boon would be violated in such a situation. But Ram had no such constraints. Although in human form he needed additional power like blessings of Sun god through aditya Hrdaya stotra, Bala - Atibala vidya which Vishwamitra imparted and most importantly this arrow which Agastya gave him foreseeing these events.