Spiritual Voyage of my Grand Father

Suddenly two very dark faces pooped into the farley open doors of my grand father’s room.

“Ok I will come with you but not today, give me one night only” my grand father uttered.

This conversation made me astonished, only four persons were inside the room me, my grand father and two strangers, it was really hard to believe I was sitting in front of two tall black Yamdoots.

After few seconds I saw a grin on face of my grandfather probably Yamdoots were gone as I was seeing smoke going out of the window.

I cann’t say much about that instance but one thing I can say is I was sharing the moment with a monk. Next day in the morning he completed his odyssey and kindled my insight.

For me his odyssey was extraordinary he had tight schedule of his routine work which never changed. Waking very early in the morning around 4 am then doing some exercise and reading Bhagwat Gita , Ramayana and other hindu religious books was part of his life style. He did all simple things to reach such highs.

My great grand father had two wives, my grand father was only son of my first great grandmother and second great grandmother had given birth to five siblings (three sons and two daughters) and as per my believe my grand father was most educated in all not only because he had extremely good knowledge of Sanskrit language but also because of his knowledge of applying education in practical situations.

When grampanchayat decided that my great grandfather’s property will be divided in two equal halves –one for my grand father and second half for others. He was the first person to object on the decision and finally as per his will the property was divided equally in four brothers. And slowly slowly he left all the materialistic things and lived his life in the name of god.

Thank you dada ji for giving some precious moments to live with you .

Manish Tripathi

Merry Christmas

The Christmas GiftBorn this night a world of sin,The rince of Peace the Redeemer of Men.This child of God, that was sent from on High.To be born of Mary to suffer and die!Rejested by men from the day of His birth;To suffer and die on Calvary's tree.For the sins of the world to set me free.From Bethlehem to Golgotha, he never complainedLaughed at! Spit on! Mocked in shame!He was born of a women, but He knew no sin,This babe in the Manger the Saviour of Men!

tomorrow can be too late.

If you're mad with someone and nobody's there to fix the situation... You fix it. Maybe today, that person still wants to be your friend.

If you're in love with somebody, but that person doesn't know... tell her/him. Maybe today, that person is also in love with you. And if you don't say it, tomorrow can be too late.

If you still love a person that you think has forgotten you... tell her/him. Maybe that person has always loved you. And if you don't tell her/him today, tomorrow can be too late.

If you need a hug of a friend... ask her/him for it. Maybe they need it more than you do. And if you don't ask for it today, tomorrow can be too late.

If you really have friends who you appreciate... tell them. Maybe they appreciate you as well. That if you don't and they leave or go far away today, tomorrow can be too late.

If you love your parents, and never had the chance to show them... do it. Maybe you have them there to show them how you feel. That if you don't and they leave today, and then tomorrow can be too late.

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beautiful heart

i have borrowed this story from some one .................

One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley। A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.

Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said "Why, your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine।" The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart. It was beating strongly, but it was full of scars. It had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing.

The people stared -- how can he say his heart is more beautiful, they thought? The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state and laughed. "You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine. Mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears."
"Yes," said the old man, "yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared."
"Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges -- giving love, is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?"
The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands. The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man's heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges. The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man's heart flowed into his.
Be more concerned with your character than your reputation, because your character is what you really are, while your reputation is merely what others think you are. The young man gave a piece of his perfect beautiful heart, for which he became famous, only to become a person who people would now look up to. Sometime Imperfection in non materialistic things can beautify the inner you.