Starbucks Planner 2017

Nice one full of inspirations, hence this reblog for the use by the readers of this blog. All the pictures provide a glimpse of divine sort of a satiation.

glimmer of happiness 🙂

Hello! As promised, I’ll be showing you pages of my Starbucks planner. This planner was given to me by my friend, Lucky. ❤ I’m so grateful and happy!

I got the coffee stain design and this is what the cover looks like. It also comes with a cloth pouch (that matches the planner’s cover), magnetic bookmark and erasable pen.

This planner offers a weekly page and Notes page after each week. 

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In the void air towards THEE….?

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  • Suffering from the pangs of seclusion and hankering for a look and glimpse of his love partner he stretches his hands towards the horizon but in vain, she is not there nor his voice is audible to her and the distance between the two increases tens of times with the passage of time and out of a sheer disgust he cries in the vacuum “…In the void air towards thee my strained arms are cast”. Much easier it is to pursue a loose sort of love but tremendously difficult and tortuously painful to go for the one that is serenely ecstatic with an absolute satiation close to Divine where pangs of seclusion are manifest much larger in more serene an order on the face of the partners with the whole world in their fist. Possibly it was this kind of love for which Thomas Hardy made the lady of one of his novels wandering alone in the Egdon Heath crying “Give me love, my Lord, give it to me, give it, give it” (sic). Love is not a kabaddi game or a lust, love is a great sacrifice.

  • Some of my beloved readers requested me to write something exclusively on love and to  meet their requisition I put up here one of my poems in the form of prose, hence this writeup.

In the void air towards THEE….?

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  • Suffering from the pangs of seclusion and hankering for a look and glimpse of his love partner he stretches his hands towards the horizon but in vain, she is not there nor his voice is audible to her and the distance between the two increases tens of times with the passage of time and out of a sheer disgust he cries in the vacuum “…In the void air towards thee my strained arms are cast”. Much easier it is to pursue a loose sort of love but tremendously difficult and tortuously painful to go for the one that is serenely ecstatic with an absolute satiation close to Divine where pangs of seclusion are manifest much larger in more serene an order on the face of the partners with the whole world in their fist. Possibly it was this kind of love for which Thomas Hardy made the lady of one of his novels wandering alone in the Egdon Heath crying “Give me love, my Lord, give it to me, give it, give it” (sic). Love is not a kabaddi game or a lust, love is a great sacrifice.

  • Some of my beloved readers requested me to write something exclusively on love and to  meet their requisition I put up here one of my poems in the form of prose, hence this writeup.

Fear not dreaded devils in you:

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Dreaded devils have nothing like a specified place to stay and they could be seen and felt any where mainly including your own brain and heart. Those having faith in Lord Buddha might have gone through the respective literature intensively with his encounters with dare devils and also supernaturals and at a stage he felt so disgusted because of these confrontations that he decided to call it a day to pursuing the Truth, Truth the eternal. Thanks to Sujata, the village girl, who inspired Him to stick to the mission that led him to become ‘the ENLIGHTENED SOUL’. He also became ‘Light of Asia’ in the very name of the book. He was hailed as God incarnate all over the world and his followers are to compulsorily chant ‘Buddham sharnam gachhami’.(O! Lord, I submit to your grace). On return home, he shared all his encounters with devils and dreaded devils with Yashodhara, his wife. His views on them are contained in Paali like this:

attahi athhno natho kohi natho paro siya”

BuddhaAnd one gets more or less a near factual translation of the above when a reference is made to Milton who wrote “…mind’s its own place and it can make hell of a heaven and heaven of a hell”. Man is the Master of his mind capable of controlling it the way he wants cleansing and purifying it.

Share not what is not sharable:


Mirabai

Mirabai was a sadhavi and much more than that she was an exquisite beauty to which many a royals envied. King Akbar hankered to see her and it was arranged with Taansen as a go between. Both of them made it to reach Mirabai’s temple in her royal palace in disguise and it was at the very first sight of her glittering face that stunned King Akbar and Taansen both like they felt swooning. King Akbar without disclosing her real identity did a pranaam to her and requested with folded hands to give him some aashirvaad to which she responded saying ‘never believe persons in disguise as they are the ones who can cheat you and never share your thoughts with unscrupulous and unsharable characters’.

All are angels here and no trace of a man:

images-21 A friend poet of mine once recited a Urdu poem to me a part of which reads like this:‘Hain sabhi yahan farishthey koi aadmi nahin hai’ (….all those present here in the mehfil are angels only as they are all sans a heart. Humans are identified as such as they could possess a heart to communicate, love, share and mutually exchange their feelings with one another and they take every thing to themselves both mentally as well as physically enjoying life which arena is denied to angels. Great poetess Mahadevi Verma aptly said “Rahney do hey Dev hamara marney jeeney ka adhikar”. Life is to live and not to let it go a sheer waste.



 

WHO KEEPS AWAKE IN THE MIDNIGHT?


ShakespearReal world, unreal world and several other worlds not seen nor known by us till now are there and there is side by side to them the world of supernaturals who play most vital a role in all his works both prose and poetry including his sonnets. The role so dominantly played by them is more or less the same as the one played by rustics of Thomas Hardy in his works. Coming to the very title of this post ‘Who keeps awake in the midnight?’ I give a small narrative of story. Kalidas, a great Sanskrit poet and writer, was a chronic wanderer moving from place to place in interiors with a choice that his night stay should be some desolately abandoned place. Place arranged but the locals warned him that no body who  stayed here in the past never returned alive. Why and what for? was the question eliciting the reply that there lives a giant ghost who asks some question to the visitor and if not replied to his satisfaction, kalidasthe ghost kills the visitor on the spot.Kalidas stuck to his choice and did stay there.Around midnight there was a heavy knock at the door and it was Kalidas who got up and opened the gate seeing the ghost face to face. The giant ghost thundered and raised the question “Does time ever stop”.Yes, it does, was the answer by Kalidas. He further said ‘When a lover couple reach the pinnacle of ecstasy in love, every thing stops and the time too’. The ghost disappeared saying ‘God bless you’.


The role of language in expressions:


Think of the times when there was no language on earth and it was only much there after that people started talking amongst themselves with the language they themselves developed. Today there are thousands of the languages all over the world.Every language has its own personality. It’s language that regulates any theme. There is something called ‘speechless’, the word that became more popular after Shakespeare used it in ‘Merchant of Venice’ while describing how Lady Portia (Professor Balthasar) talked to Basanio, her love using gestures and miens to communicate the messages. But think of exchanging messages without words- they are actually bald ones without much of tangibility and substance in them. Whatever be the theme of the talks or the messages, it is some language or the other used as a powerful tool for expressions. I am never for isolating some particular language against another as in my view each language is bountifully rich both in vocabulary as well as oral expressions. Let there be nothing sort of discrimination between language and the other language.


 

The root cause of troubles?

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Here, there and every where, there are troubles and troubles with no limit causing problems not only to the humans but equally any live being on the globe. This has been a topmost item on agenda of great intellectuals knowing fully well that this runs in association with the eternity that has no end. Count Leo Tolstoy, the great writer and author of ‘Anna Kerenina’, a novel recognised as one of the ten best novels in the world. The book is based on a love theme remotely indicating reflections of his own married life. He opined on a topic “Why there is trouble in the world” mentioning that it is ‘Love’ that is the root cause of troubles every where and he stuck to observation as such all his life. His version could be correct if not fully at least partly as there have been other people who too frugally endorsed him saying ‘…..’Is jahaan me teen saarey khurafaat ki jad hain –zar, zan, jamein’  (three things –money, woman and land are in the root of every trouble). The whole theme like this is an eternal matter and it is the one that would continue till the universe ends. Humans can satisfy themselves by talking amongst themselves but none can go beyond that.

 


“Love is great, love is Divine”–an addendum:


images (10)This follows it’s very predecessor post nearly in the same name as an addendum being a comment as from R.S. Pandey, a versatile writer. It’s not confined to a mere comment but has fully assumed the characteristic of a full fledged write-up dealing with the relative theme philosophically like Annie Besant did while writing on Mira Bai. It is reproduced here:


Sir, the subject of the post – Love – has been fiercely discussed and debated from the times immemorial. The worldly as well as divine references to love have been made by the people, yet even to date, it remains one of the most confusing and misunderstood(?) term. The bonding between two creatures with contrasting characters as shown in the post which may be love, probably is the feeling of absence of fear and insecurity which might have got generated by their habitation in an atmosphere where they are cared as pets sans any violence. The feeling of mercy and compassion are there in even cruel and omnivorous beings, when it comes to taking care of their kids. The love which, in general parlance, is often equated with longing of varying nature, depending upon the context and relation, is considered of a mean nature when related to worldly relations but when related to a deity or God for that matter is considered a pious one. This piousness or otherwise of love, although being a relative phenomenon, is the real cause of confusion. When a term when associated with the so called divine is good, how it becomes bad when associated with worldly relations? After all, relations are but result of the creation of the He. The desire, both for worldly as well as divine attainments (even for sake of Moksha) are desires; how they can be classified along different parameters for which essentially the concerned person may or may not be responsible (often not)?

Sir, may be I have dared to tread in an area of which I have no insight and have no qualification or ability at all. But, as it seems to me, these are very perplexing ideas and notions which are not discussed and debated in public domain. The so called gurus try to have their own view point digested with no questions from other side. Raising questions is taken as being misbeliever or the one with no respect for gurus (the preachers who claim to be able and learned ones).

If this coincidence can give some solution to my problem, I shall be greatly obliged, although already and always so. However, seeking forgiveness for misadventure. Regards.