Passing through the divine thrills:


Lost into memory lanes and engrossed into woven threads of imaginations in a pensive mode of mind with my eyes glued to an overstretched horizon, somewhere at a long distance I see a storm brewing, a storm transmitting currents to my otherwise awe fully inquisitive a heart, a heart twitchingly hankering for a  sublime sereneness of ecstasy emanating from the Divine. If wastages are written off the sum and substance of real life apparently so lived by an individual is in fact too little but this too little amount of time counts enormously if measured in terms of its quality, the divineness of thoughts. I remember number of such events –one of them being when I was on a visit to Srinagar (Jammu & Kashmir) quite a long time back. This being a Sunday in between, a friend of mine and his wife prevailed upon me to accompany them on some sight seeing much yonder to Gulmarg. I had some back pain but did agree to join them. A little beyond Gulmarg I developed more of discomfort due to back ache and opted out to drop at a particular spot with enchantingly beautiful greeneries all around, a fall streaming with a royal grace in the mid of it. It was a forest area and both of my friends were reluctant to leave  me alone at otherwise a lonely place. I convinced them and they proceeded ahead with a word to return earliest possible even though total to and fro journey involved around 8 hours. After a brief strolling I sat by the site of the fall with an ocean of thoughts entering my mind feeling for a moment as if my mental faculties had some jerk undergoing a colossal change with a feel that I was entirely in a different world sumptuously lost into a tranquil calm and a divine ease. I was no more myself and the time was stopped for me making those moments an eternity. It was a sort of collapsing into nothingness and I actually failed to notice when my friends returned until they gave me a swift jerk. It was about 6 hours time I had spent alone in a divine lap with my friends away but had a feel as if I sat there for an eternity. It looked like regaining consciousness to realise that my friends were really back and that my staying there lasted around 6 hours. I feel like getting bestowed with a thrilling experience like this times and again as actually there lies the worth part of life.

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11 thoughts on “Passing through the divine thrills:



  2. Learning to “let go” is a life affirming skill. Very nice blog!


    1. Brief but quite encouraging a reaction. In fact I expected more of a feedback from a veteran on metaphysics like you. My sincere thanks with regards.


      1. That’s nice Neelkanth! However one should not comment, for the sake of comment, when most of what’s important has been said. … Nice post!


    2. Your pointer is well received but what I wrote was with an anxiety to elicit more of a feedback from you which is always a strength for me. My sincere thanks with regards.


      1. It sounded like a divine experience to cherish. For that is the whole point of meditation.

        Many strive for this experience, sometimes using drugs. This is as said “learning to let go”.

        Being at one with the universe. When time stops, it is what is called, Samadhi.


    3. Yeh,I got it here. Many a thanks with regards.


  3. A beautiful illustration indeed sir…


    1. As a student this might have been of some worth to you, I don’t know to what extent you could absolve it. Thank you, Shubham, with affection.


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