Who were they?

Suddenly she opened her eyes. Everything was as normal as it could be. In the faded beam of light coming from the window, where she had moved the curtains a bit, she saw someone covered in mud sitting on the chair placed opposite her bed.

She was shocked and tried to settle her vision but could not make out. The person was just staring strangely. She tried to shout but to her dismay, her voice was choked. Nothing came out.

She even tried to get up but her folded hands refused to open up. How hard she may try, but her body didn’t respond the way she wanted.

To her surprise, the person on the chair vanished and a small boy of Ten or Twelve, sat in his place with same grimace. At this moment a muffled but heavy sound escaped her throat.

Her husband pulled her into his arms and comforted her. That night she could not sleep again. There was only one thought in her mind, could it be true, that the spirits do dwell along with alive people and make their appearences sometimes to make their presence known. Or of it true, that an empty chair is not actually empty, in the night or spirits really do look at you while you are asleep and sometimes peep into your dreams?

Way to go…

A long, long way to go. For me atleast, to be a writer..a good one I mean. But I am struggling with what it takes to be One! My biggest drawback is Procrastination. Why I have become like this I don’t know. It’s not a writer’s block, I must say. But whatever it is I am trying to overcome it.

Not alone in the field of writing but also in every field of life, I am legging behind. Being a fighter, I cannot accept myself like that…so I am using all the ways I can, to overcome this monster called procrastination.

One of the ways I am using is…Bullet Journaling and sticky notes. But still I have a long way to go…which I will, with the cooperation of the blogging community and the love of my family.

Sanatan – Eternal.

Only religion or the way of life that accepts Atheism open handed as it’s part..Is Sanatan Dharma…I am lucky and feel proud to be a sanatani Athiest who respects and loves her culture. To do so I am not bound to worship or believe in God or Goddess. The oldest, yes I am calling it the oldest of all Religions. And basically in Bhartiya culture the Religion has totally different meaning…Duty. Religion in Bhartiya language is called Dharma which means duty..of all kinds. It can be towards your parents, children or as a student, as an employee or employer, a Doctor or anything you relate yourself to. But what in actual, Hinduism is, a Sect or what we call as Pant. Which means a way, so Hinduism is a way of living not a Religion or Dhrama. Santan which means the endless or the one prevailing since times unknown, is Dharma or the duty towards society, universe and all living beings. Be through God’s and Goddesses or mysticism or Spritualism even Gurus, teerthankaras and Gautam Buddha, all depends on individual’s choice which path he has to follow and accordingly it falls under that sect. Thus making Hinduism, Jainism, Buddhism and Sikkism a part of Sanatana. Many may disagree with me about rest of the sects apart from Hinduism, but I again repeat my words that Hinduism is not the religion or Dharma of which I am calling other sects as part but Of Sanatan Dharma. The establishes of all three other sects are or shall I call it were originally the followers of Sanatan and with their own reasons, such as for saving the Sanatan, or to overcome the locking they started their own sects which with time, turned to be believed as religions. There is one big reason why there is so much confusion around these being different and Hinduism is alone Sanatan. And the reason is, the attack of Western and Middle Eastern invaders. Most of the harm or call it the last nail in the coffin, was nailed by the British and their policy of divide and rule. The small crack between the brothers was made like Trench. There are many sects apart from these major four. Which also were used by the invaders to their advantage, thus the touchables- untouchables, upper caste- lower caste, etc. were born. The theory of Aryans and Unaryans or the Dravidians, is also sown by them. The literature on Bharat, written by westerners is filled with such fabricated stories. Yes, I will call that piece of research a story because the writers first off all don’t know our culture nor understood our language, they with their half knowledge speculated everything which they didn’t understand. If now some people say, even our historians and laureates are saying the same thing, then to them I will say, the base of the knowledge is rotten and false so the building over it will be filthy itself. If they look around with open mind and eyes, they will be able to see the truth for themselves. Many have returned to their roots and are embracing their ethnicity and the truth. If the modern world’s cruelest religion, in it’s beginning, had not destroyed and burnt our Nalanda and the temples, where the records had been kept, today there might not have been any confusion and who knows the Script of Sindhu Ghati Sabhyata (Indus Valley Civilization) would have been decoded. BHARAT is not known as the land of intellectuals, just like that. We have that capacity now and it prevailed in the past too. Pura Bhartiya (ancient Indians) had their knowledge decoded in their genes which is transferred to the present generation. The world is witnessing it and the ancient facts are being coming into light now, which were stolen and suppressed by the invaders to put forward their names by re-researching the already established facts by Bhartiya. If I hurt someone, please accept my apology as it was not intentional. And if you read the article till end I am really grateful to you. Do leave a comment, what you feel?

Below I am giving some citings to clarify my point. Courtesy Google.

The term is a Sanskrit compound of the words sanātana, meaning “eternal, everlasting,” and dharma, meaning “law, righteousness, duty.” Sanātanadharma is often translated as “eternal religion,” “eternal law,” and “ancient and continuing guideline,” to mention a few examples.

Sanatana-dharma is the oldest religion in the world. … Sanatana-dharma is pre-historic and absolute in nature. On the other hand the term Hindu or Hindu dharma is a term given by Persians only a few centuries ago, to mean the people living beside the river Sindhu. Sindhu is the original name of River Indus. Persians didn’t have ‘s’ pronunciation instead ‘h’ was used. To same ‘h’ Megasthenes gave ‘i’ pronunciation in his book Indica.

1972. My grand mother visited her sister’s family with her children.

One early morning her two young daughters woke up and started to cry. She put the youngest one to sleep again by consoling and the elder of the two was given milk to drink and she went back to sleep.

It was winter and the sun was not up yet. It was dark outside. My grand mom sat overlooking her children as her sleep was disturbed. Suddenly she observed from the corner of eyes that the elderly lady of the family got up early to start her chores and walk past her and went to the kitchen then to her son’s room and then opened the back door of the house and went out in the backyard.

I will mention that it was an old fashioned estate home and was surrounded by vast fields and big trees, as we have in rural areas. The family was counted in richest families of the locality, blessed with two sons and a good family business apart from their earning farmlands.

So, after a while when my grand mom saw the elderly lady going out of the house, the younger son came out and got ready to go on his work. He noticed my grand mom sitting like that and told her that he was leaving for work and will close the front door while he goes out. Then my grand mom told him bit worried that his mom went out in the backyard a while ago and she is not yet back, could he check on her, what’s taking her so long in that cold?

The son looked puzzled and threw his glance from grand mom to the door and back to her, the pointed to the door and said that it was still locked from inside how could any one go outside from a locked door? What was she talking? Then it was my grand mother’s turn to be shocked and she looked towards a small room where the family used to offer prayers daily and from the elderly lady in white came out and took the round of the rooms and went out.

After this incidence the riches of the family were all gone. They lost the business and suffered loss at their work. They had to leave their home and move to other places for earning their livelihood. The affection between the brothers was affected and the peace was lost.

Recently they sold their property in the village and their was some misunderstanding between the brothers regarding distribution of money earned from the selling of property. The relatives had to come in between to solve out their problem. The families of both the brothers are not in very good position now.

Today, my grand mother told me this story and revealed the truth, I don’t know how many of you will believe me or may you won’t as I myself don’t believe but the truth is, that day, according to my grand mother, The Lady Luck or ‘The Goddess of Wealth’ moved out of her sister’s home.

My Heaven

I don’t know whether it’s TRUE or not but I have heard that they say heaven is here itself where our heart is. After dying we don’t ho anywhere but find our heaven in the place where our heart is.

I’ve even read and saw in movies that souls go to a place, they are fond of. It can be any place they set their heart on, when they were alive. Even their physical condition becomes perfect and they can acquire any look from their past life. This brings me to my point of writing this post. I don’t know why but from some days I am feeling that my dead parents and grandparents, even great grandparents along with my cousin are all having a gala time at our ancestral home. They are waiting for me.

It feels like that if I go there to just have a look at my childhood home, they might give me a sign of their presence. May be my parents didn’t go any where but are just their in that home, living like they used to and watching over us. They are ready to welcome us when it’s our time to leave this body and carry on with our real self.

Even a thought of this gives me a visual that I am missing from years. Infact I am jealous that they all are reunited there and having a beautiful time together. Making all the memories again as in their life time they did. I strongly wish to visit that home once to see them or say, to feel them. Even that house is calling me. I don’t know whether you all get the vibes or not from your child home or ancestral home but I am getting it and it’s like an strong pull from it. An attraction which can not be defined but just felt. I sometimes feel like crying because I am not able to go there.

May be some of you might thi k that iys a call of age that I am feeling this way or that I might be lonely and depressed. Or may be just missing my people badly but I would like to tell you all that it’s not like this. I cannot explain the feeling but when the thought occurs, I am like transported to another level of feeling which, for me is beyond explaining in words. It just can be felt. A vision is created where I can see all of them in same time, when I was a kid with all grandeur of the place.

I feel an urge to go there and smell the time I have spent and meet my family members who are missing from this plane but existing in another. May be some of you infact all of you might think of me as a person who has lost her mind. But frankly speaking I feel this way very strongly from past few days and planning a visit there soon, next year. Bless me all and please pray that I find my peace.