Steps to divine…

(1) Silence is the first step in sadhana.

It promotes self-control; lessens chances of anger, hate, malice, greed, pride and makes other steps easy. Besides, you can hear His footsteps, only when silence reigns in your mind.

(2) Cleanliness:

It’s the doorway to Godliness. Inner and outer cleanliness are essential to install God in your heart.

(3) Service:

It saves you from the agony you get when another suffers; broadens your vision, widens your awareness, and deepens your compassion. All waves are on the same sea and merge in the same sea. Seva anchors this knowledge.

(4) Pure Love:

Never calculate the reaction, result or reward. Love calls; love responds. Love is God, live in Love.

(5) Hatelessness:

No being must be looked down upon as secondary, inferior, unimportant, or expendable. Each has its allotted role in the drama designed by the Almighty. Never insult or injure any being; for, God lives in every being and your slight becomes a sacrilege !



A Working Woman’s Dilemma

‘A Working Woman’s Dilemma’

It’s 8.30am
The maid has not arrived.
The breakfast is not ready,
And I have tiffins to fill.
The laundry heap increases,
The groceries need refill.
The elder one has homework,
The younger one’s still sleeping.
There’s no egg in the fridge,
The milk just spills over.
I have a conference today,
My blouse needs ironing.
There’s a workshop in the school,

I don’t know how to manage.

My mother in law is here To ask medicines for backache.
A call from the bathroom  “I’ve forgotten the towel ”
The cat mews, the birds chirp, The plants need watering.

The phone beeps To remind me of a pleural tap.
The receptionist calls,  Full appointments overall.

My shoulders aches – I have no one to tell.
My eyes are heavy With last night’s on call.

I don’t remember the last time I had been to the parlor.
My nails are brittle, My hair needs a color.

My clothes have lost the sheen; I need a wardrobe makeover.

But before that I’ve to pick up – The toys that are scattered.

I think it was last year – When I spoke to my sister.

Can’t recollect the moment – When I chatted with my mother.

I’m no feminist, I’m no atheist

I know not what I’m  More than a housekeeper, a mother and a doctor.
I may be an orator, A painter, an artist, A singer, a poetess, A traveller, a cyclist, A writer, a musician, A craftsman, philanthropist.

The last time I tried To find out my ability, My child scored badly

And you know what followed exactly.

So next time she got a gold medal, They praised her father’s genes.

I remembered my trophies Which no one had seen.

I know not what my daughter Will do after growing up.
But I’m sure these responsibilities Will never stop to follow her.

Marriages are made in heaven; Love is a fairly tale.

I’m sure every working woman Has a different story to tell.


So, whenever you look At a house that’s tidy,
A child who is happy, Intelligent and healthy,

Remember, it’s the woman behind Who sacrificed her sleep, her degrees, her passion, her ambitions and needs.

Give her a pat, a word of praise, a ear to listen, a helping hand.

It’s always a woman who makes the house a home.
But it’s everyone’s duty To make her feel at home.



Be simple and sincere.


It is sheer waste of money to burden the pictures and idols in the shrines and altars of your homes with a weight of garlands, and to parade costly utensils, vessels and offerings, to show off your devotion. This is deception; it demeans Divinity, imputing to it the desire for pomp and publicity.

To shower grace, I ask only for purity of heart.

Do not calculate distance between you and Me; do not interpose the formalities of the Guru-Sishya (preceptor-disciple) relationship, or even the altitudinal distinctions of the God-Devotee relationship, between you and Me.

I am neither Guru nor God; I am You; You are I – this is the Truth. There is no distinction. That which appears so is the delusion.

You are waves; I am the ocean.

Know this and be free, and lead a divine life !

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— Adapted from a Satya Sai Baba discourse

Don’t get involved too deeply…

You have to read the newspaper to know how mad and foolish the world is; how futile is heroism and how momentary the glory. And after reviewing the information it conveys, you throw it aside; it is now a tasteless waste.

So too, you should live but once; live such that you are born but once. Do not fall in love with the world so much that your false fascination brings you again and again into this delusive amalgam of joy and grief.

Unless you stand back a little, away from entanglement with the world, knowing that it is all a play whose director is God, you are in danger of being too closely involved.

Use the world as a training ground for sacrifice, service, expansion of the heart, and cleansing of the emotions. That is the only value it has.


…..Adapted from a Satya Sai Baba discourse

Reflections of a Tired Woman…

#reflections #looking back #relationshipgoals #Love

A good woman doesn’t leave the man she loves for another man; she leaves only because she is unhappy, and she feels as if leaving is the only option left with her…

She’s tired of trying to talk about things with a man who refuses to listen. She’s tired of being ignored and treated like as if her feelings don’t matter… She’s tired.” …👧

Do yourself a favor and learn how to walk away. When a connection starts to fade, learn how to let it go. When a person starts to mistreat you, learn how to move on to something and someone better. ..

Don’t waste your energy trying to force something that isn’t meant to be, because the truth is…for every one person who doesn’t value you – there are tons more waiting to love you better!

Divine Power

Think of a car…

A car has some lights.

There are bulbs in the lights.

Because of the bulb, you get the light.

Does the bulb give the light?

NO !!

It is the electric power that goes through the bulb and gives light.

We also hear the horn.

The horn cannot work by itself.

The horn gives the sound on the basis of the electric power.

The tyres are moving, but they cannot move by themselves. It is the power of the engine that moves the tyres.


The Human body is like a car.

The eyes are the bulbs, and our mouth is like the horn.

The legs are the tyres, and the mind is the engine.

The intellect is the switch.

Divine power is the current.

Without divine power, the body cannot move.

Divine power is the most important thing.,  while body, mind, senses, and intellect are only  instruments.

-Adapted from a  Satya Sai Baba discourse….

My Mom’s Sari Pallu,

*My Mom’s Sari Pallu,*

I don’t think our kids know what a pallu is as mothers now rarely wear saree. The principle use of Mother’s pallu was to provide the elegance to her drape. But along with that, it also served as a potholder for removing hot pans from the stove.

It was wonderful for drying children’s tears, and on occasion was even used for cleaning out dirty ears and as a hand towel.

For sleeping kids her lap was the mattress and her pallu the warm cover.

When company came, those pallus were ideal hiding places for shy kids..
And when going out as little kids, the pallu became an anchor, a guide to follow the Mom in the big bad world

And when the weather was cold, Maa wrapped it around her arms.

Those glorious sari pallus wiped many a perspiring brow, bent over the hot wood stove.

Chips and kindling wood were brought into the kitchen in that pallu. It doubled as her apron too

From the garden, it carried all sorts of vegetables. After the peas had been shelled, it carried out the hulls.

In the fall, the pallu was used to bring in berries and sweet scented flowers that had fallen from the trees.

When unexpected company drove up the road, it was surprising how much furniture that old sari pallu could dust in a matter of seconds.
It carried so many toys, a proper basket

It will be a long time before someone invents something that will replace that ‘old-time sari pallu’ that served so many purposes.

The pallu is nothing but magic woven.

*And know what this pallu carried…..I don’t think I ever caught anything from my MOMS pallu – but love*

Kudos to author unknown. Nostalgia bites.