#65
Posted: April 9, 2021 Filed under: Musings | Tags: advaita vedanta, Mauritius, memories, Music, rain, vipassana Leave a commentSuch a feeling of nostalgia, this evening.
Maybe it’s the weather. Beautiful rain drizzling with melancholy.
And couple that with my shuffled playlist, throwing my way everything from shivashtakam of sacred chants, to piya dekho na of kaavish to beti of zul ramiah.
How well we create this world of ours! Through our senses and our intellect, we make sure to anchor everything we experience as reality, ready to burst out in bubbles of memories at the slightest trigger!
Somewhere at the back of my mind, I can hear Goenkaji’s voice calling me to feel the breath, feel the breath... and Pujya Gurudev Swami Chinmayanandaji’s stick swinging back and forth, as if reminding me of netti, netti!
But no! There my mind runs away again. At least right now it is stuck with MS Subbulakshmi and her rendition of Bhaja Govindam.
Still with rain as background music though.
*sigh*
#64
Posted: June 28, 2020 Filed under: Musings | Tags: Mauritius, Music, sitar, Sound of the heart Leave a commentThe universe conspires to make things happen. Always. It’s interesting to see things unfold, although it takes a whole lot of courage to give up trying to be the mastermind. Because, let’s face it, we usually grow up and grow old staunchly believing that we are the doer. And it comes as such a slap in the face when you realise how far from the truth that is.
I was scrolling through a few of the previous posts here, and bits and pieces about frets, hands moving freely and sound of the heart gave me tiny little jolts. I’ve been experiencing a lot of the sound of the heart lately. And I am not sure how to describe it. I’ll try.
It’s like a ball of knots in the pit of my stomach slowly untangling itself each time I hold my sitar. Like little branches and creepers they undo themselves, moving with a gentleness which reminds me of the soft breeze on a warm December afternoon. They then either get together to form a bouquet which slowly explodes into tiny fireworks; or droop and disintegrate into little puffs of smoke; or reach up to my throat making me almost choke with longing; or bloat up, making me wonder how things so big could lay dormant inside?; or they will light up with little twinkling lights, and start moving like a little dance party was going on.
And the beautiful thing about it all, is that it forms part of me. The good, and the not-so-good. The pain, and the joy. The free, and the imprisoned. It’s so simple and so complicated at the same time.
I’ve been hearing the sound of my heart a lot these days. And I am thankful to the universe for that.
#63
Posted: July 21, 2019 Filed under: Musings Leave a commentAlways a joy to come across snippets of Him, and the gentle reminders He has always been throwing my way
#62
Posted: November 10, 2017 Filed under: Musings Leave a commentDear Krishna,
In times of doubt, help me remember that You are with me always. That I am okay right now. And that the heartwarming sun and the thunderous rainfall form part of the supreme orchestra.
Hey Krishna! 