Why god gave woman tears

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Why God Gave Women Tears

A little boy asked his mother

“Why are you crying?”

“Because I’m a woman”,

she told him.

“I don’t understand”,

he said.

His mum just hugged him

and said, “And you never

will”

 

Later the little boy asked

his father, “Why does mother seem to cry for

no reason?”

“All women cry for no reason”,

was all his dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man,

still wondering why women cry.

Finally he put in a call to God; and when God got on

the phone, he asked, “God, why do women cry so

easily?”

 

 

God said:

“When I made the woman she had to be special.

 

I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the

world; yet, gentle enough to give comfort

I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and

the rejection that many times comes from her children.

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going

when everyone else gives up, and take care of her

family through sickness and fatigue without

complaining. .I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under

any and all circumstances, even when her child has

hurt her very badly. I gave her strength to carry her man through his

faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his

heart. I gave her wisdom to know that a good man never

hurts his woman, but sometimes tests her strengths and

her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.

And finally, I gave her a tear to shed

This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is

needed.

 

You see:

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears,

the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her

hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes,

because that is the doorway to her heart – the place

where love resides.

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Ganesh Visarjan (Anant Chaturdashi)

He has packed His bags and is ready to leave.

The streets are filled with devotees gyrating to songs of celebration and music. The air is suffused in vivacious chants of Ganpati Bappa Morya, Mangal Murti Morya! …Bappa Bappa Morya… Mangal Murti Morya!

11 days of festivity has today reached its pinnacle and it’s a big farewell party out there. 

Today is Anant chaturdashi or Ganpati Visarjan, the final day of Lord Ganesha’s journey on earth. Today, lacs of Ganesha idols will be immersed in lakes, ponds and rivers all over the city.

Making His way along with me is Ganesha, The Divine traveler, our friend who has today reached the final leg of His journey, better known as the Ganesh Visarjan.

Lord Ganesha being taken for Immersion

He assembles in the arena and waits for the final proceedings before the visarjan

The diya (lamp) is lit and Ganesh Stuti or Arti (prayer) is performed with a lot of gusto and enthusiasm for one last time.

His face gets a divine radiance with the flame of the diya glowing clear and bright.

Coconuts are broken and He is played Holi with!

His smile, His beauty, His cuteness… His memories are captured

The atmosphere is charged with devotion.

Wishes are whispered and His blessings are asked for.

All religious paraphernalia are removed, one by one.

The final boarding call – A loud chant of Ganpati Bappa Morya, Mangal Murti Morya…

… And He is lifted high

Some lower their heads while He gleefully passes over them

At the Immersion site

Devotees look on with eager eyes,

All hearts crying out to their dear friend — Good Bye… Ganesha

Amid chants of Bappa Bappa Morya, Pudchya Varshi Lavkar Ya,

Ganesha takes His flight back home…

These final moments of visarjan are quite heart warming not only for those who have hosted Him in their house for the past few days but also for people like me who have just been a part of the festival from the sidelines.
A little girl in a pensive mood looks on…

But these are also the moments that, I feel, highlight the real essence of the festival. Its in these final few moments that one can see the message He has wished to convey – The Message of love and detachment, of dissolution and creation, of bonding and separation, of patience and of moving on…

As the day gets darker and night falls over, I see the the streets are filled with the same enthusiasm and are still very much alive with all the party and celebrations,

As I make my way back home amid all these celebrations, A speck of gulaal kisses my cheek…

And I’m suddenly reminded me of a quote by Melina Campos,

Memories last forever, never do they die.

Friends stay together, never say goodbye.

See you soon, Ganesha!

The song of gratitude

THE SONG OF GRATITUDE

“Love so much that the song arises in your being — the song of gratitude.

 Be grateful and sing the song of gratitude so that you can become more and more capable of love.

 This is how one reaches higher and higher peaks, and one day, your love and your song have become one. 

That day is the day where one disappears as a wave and becomes the ocean.

 That is called enlightenment 

All those who have reached to god have reached through love.”

Nothingness

“Everything comes out of nothingness and goes back into nothingness.”

Hence there is no need for attachment, because attachment will bring misery.

Soon it will be gone.

The flower that has blossomed in the morning, by the evening will be gone.

Don’t get attached; otherwise in the evening there will be misery.

Then there will be tears, then you will miss the flower. Enjoy while it is.

But remember, it has come out of nothing, and it will go back to nothing.

And the same is true about everything, even about PEOPLE

Shirish 

Shirish asked me if I could write about him and I didn’t say a word.

I remember back in 10 th grade how Shirish wrote a poem and left it on my desk just before the morning assembly.

It was royal blue ink on ruled lines and it smelled like the deodorant he used to wear.

Whats me without you?


I have found my world 

There is only you in it

What is me without you?

Just like night with out its moon 

Summer without its sun 

Stopping a flower from blooming when its almost done 

It is like Dalmatians without spots

A piglet with out pooh

It is like Dori not being in Nemo 

That is me with out you

You are my sun, 

My moon shining on me 

No matter what I am going through.

I wasn’t sure if the girl in the poem was me because I wasn’t the most beautiful girl in the entire school. I couldn’t possibly take his breath away.

I had never thought about it that time.

Showing this to my class teacher and my friends would create more issues and would disturb him as well as me.

I remained passive not reacting even a bit. I was more focused on my target of getting above 90 percent in Secondary School Certificate exams and achieved it too getting 93.
He fell for another classmate three months later. 

I tossed the paper away. The last time I saw him was in the Eichsttat Hall on the School Send off Day . It has been six years but I still carry the poem with me.

Pack me a gift

In the empty streets of city

My dreams search the eyes..

Desperate to enter into their world hollow,

Of misery, lies, and sorrow

Left them blinded not asleep

With colors of some fading evening beneath diamond lit sky

Birds of unbroken empire of dusk, shrugging thier wings to fly

Hey you angels of far off land..take me down to those ruins of time..

Pack me a gift from days young..

Where lips had smile, and hands were full

With sand of time.. hey you angels of forgotten times,

I do not want wake up anymore,

Day streets are empty

No one is mine.

Being with you always 

You enter my lungs

When ever I breathe 

But for me to live 

I need to exhale you 

Inhaling and exhaling you 

Has become  my life 

That will continue 

As long as I am alive 
My heart beats because of you

My heart circulates you 

Everywhere in my body 

You are an inseparable part of me 

Inspiring words 

Live each present moment completely and the future will take care of itself. 

Fully enjoy the wonder and beauty of each instant. 

Practice the presence of peace. 

The more you do that, the more you will feel the presence of that power in your life.

My birthday 

So, today it’s my birthday,

So what can I do?

I’m now one year older…and I want to boohoo,

But it’s time to be happy,

A time to rejoice,

A day to remember…that I have a voice,

To express my opinions,

To say what I feel, 

To love and to cherish…all things that appeal,

So, my heart feels gladdened,

I want to cry aloud,

“I’ve made it one more year”…and for that I’m so proud,

But what is life’s purpose? 

Do we to just live and die?

Or should we investigate…the what and the why?

I believe in evolution,

of consciousness — not form,

Yes, my soul is eternal…and I was not born,

For this, I am thankful, 

To my teacher and parents 

Who taught me the Satya…that I’m like no others,

We’re all sole expressions,

of a Superior Godhead,

While remaining still persons…we’re also united,

Simultaneous and different,

And yet united as one, 

The doctrine of Chaitanya…shines like the sun,

Illuminating our consciousness,

With the sound of Harinam, 

My heart soars so high now…on the wings of Sri Ram,

I’m no longer fearful,

Of a thing called, “being dead,”

That ugly grey monster…that hides under my bed.

I now know it’s fiction,

to keep us oppressed,

in a world of illusion…and sensually obsessed,

The “keys” are now with me,

I’ve got the way out,

“Just master the tongue”… I emphatically shout! 

And so, that’s my mission,

To share this simple fact, 

Through practice and precept…my final soul act.

Please share your birthdate so that I can add it to my wish list 

Feeding my mother 

I always thought 

Mother had a small stomach 

Now I realise 

She has a big heart too 

Feeding me till I get satisfied 

Then she eats  all the leftovers 

So today I made her eat first before me 

She was reluctant 

But today I made her plate 

Full of food 

It gave an immense feeling of happiness and joy to see her eat free from all worries 

Meeting an old friend 

This afternoon, I was reading a book when I heard two knocks on my window.

Two knocks, just like old times.

Two knocks, just like that of a friend of mine.

Two knocks, just to assure me that everything is going to be fine.

I rushed to the window and I opened it. An old friend was waiting there; waiting to hug me.

And I stood there, feeling the winds on my face, hearing the sweet whispers of what I had missed.

I stood there, waiting for the thunder to roar, feeling my calm in the storm.

I stood there, watching the lightening rip the sky apart, watching beauty form from a silver, jagged line.

I stood there, feeling the raindrops cleanse me, making me realise what I still love the most.

I stood there, meeting my oldest, best friend.

Two knocks was all it took and the rains had found me again.