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the year that was…super duper fruper epic!

31 Dec

my 3 mega milestones of 2013:

1) SUPER: guruji’s stay at our home
its said, lucky are the ones, who are curious abt the mind and the universe; luckier few get to hear abt art of living and get to experience sudarshan kriya; bhaagyashaali are those who pursue the path of self enquiry and saubhaagyashaali are ones who have a living enlightened master! and how much ever i try and think what on earth i have done in my many past lives, to have an enlightened master stay in my room, my creative imagination fails miserably.
The entire family got together to cook all satvic tamil delicacies for guruji’s dinner. He arrived after a very long day of playing four corners all over mumbai.:) I am told, while on his way home, he said that he was hungry and tired. 2 things i never thought he ever was! we were thrilled cos that meant he will devour all the food we made and rest well. but when he entered the building, there were 1000 devotees waiting at 10.30 pm. and because he is who he is, he met them all one by one. he then visited another devotee’s home in the building and did aarti in their puja ghar after which his soft and holy feet stepped into our home. mum n dad did paada poojai while we sang “enna thavam saidane”, a gorgeous tamil song that u shud hear and byheart in ur spare time.
we served him food, and all this while we were totally zonked that he was actually present at home in true physical form. joke is, after we served and waited for him to begin to relish, he innocently asked us “rice?” we jumped out of the hypnotic state and ran to get the rice from the kitchen. we had basically served all the paraphernalia and forgotten to serve rice with which one consumes the rest.(ask a south indian friend for detailed explanation). That night when i slept, i laughed in my head cos i generally say  “guru bhramha, guru vishnu…” before going to bed, but tonight the guru was just in the next room, so i safely skipped the prayer:)
After guruji left next morning, i ran to the bathroom that we had cleaned over 3 times, and checked if he had used any of the oil,soap,shampoos we had thoughtfully kept. we also fought to sit on the bed he slept and did kriya on it. after bhastrika, we were all lost in some state for half hour.
The one underlying feeling that i distinctly remember while he was at home is… home dint feel mine alone. It felt like it was everyone’s. that they owned it as much as i did. the feeling of belongingness was palpable.pri1

2) DUPER: upanayanam
These days, only brhamin boys are given the gayatri mantra which is said to be the mantra of mantras. i.e. that which empowers other mantras. But guruji, has opened it up for all castes and women cos that’s how it was originally. being brhamin was not by birth, but by choice. a brahmin is someone who’s intension is to learn, teach and spread spiritual knowledge. And from the time my brother go his thread ceremony done many years ago, i wondered if i would ever get the opportunity to do it. And i did! When you are given the gayatri mantra, it is said to be your “dwija” or second birth and half marriage. i wanted to be married by 27 (i am 27), so i guess i achieved partial target. to know that one is part of such an ancient tradition of the guru-shishya parampara, felt ethereal and eternal. the sacred thread are 3 in number and they signify 1) responsibility towards family, 2) responsibility towards society and 3) responsibility of sharing the knowledge one has gained. i know of many a tambram people, who happily get a lavish upanayanam done and then gorge on meat and guzzle beer. which is ok. but then, they boast of their high caste-ness. and thats not ok. all i have to say to them is, wait for your next life for ur choice of amphibian body.:P
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3) FRUPER: yes & art excel TTC (teachers’ training course)
Woohoo! i got another feather on my feathery cap!! 😛
i hate children, they look adorable from a distance and thats such a dangerous deception cos they get more and more disturbing as u inch closer.i anyway, gathered my guts, and took to learning to teach kids and teens, the art of living program. if truth be told, the exercise was more for personal growth than to serve. the processes are so profound yet simple. the ttc unravelled the mystery of being a great parent. if and when i bear my 13 babies, they are going to thank their stars barring the weekly spanking!:) Shreya and Mala didi are over grown kids who taught us to teach. Shreya;s is in her own magic world of bliss where anyone is invited and Mala didi, x-indian cricket team captain, is someone u want to eat up out of uncontrollable affection. adults are often stuck up, stressed and pseudo-successful while kids are noisy, free and laugh after a loud fart in public. The 15 days of TTC was a paradisiac medley of unlearning and learning!

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Other milestones include;

Not being crushed to death in the maha kumbh where a beautiful, petite, helpless girl like me went all alone:) Thats a news item in itself. click here to read abt that mad ride.

10th anniversary celebration of Sriguruji Art Academy in association with Hiranandani called MAD FEST 2013. The Academy was the brain child of my inspirational parents and the 3 day music, art and dance fest was nothing short of genius.

Creating history with a bunch of driven teachers in Chandrapur district. the aim- to teach 10000 youth in 30 days. much like manavathey in Karanataka. which was yet another mad ride.

Thanks 2013, for being lovely!

Hello 2014, better watch out… high standards have been set!

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The M(D)anavathey Project.

17 Mar

There are projects, and then there are projects. This one doesn’t qualify under either.

Sohumming 35,000 kannada speaking brats, free of cost, under adverse conditions, in 15 days is not a project. It is a tsunami.
But I got through my part of the big jigsaw more or less smoothly. Thanks to all the love that I was filled up to the brim with in manipal. I am convinced I have some karma with that place. I feel so much at home there, more like a spiked pseudo ashram feel. Spike being the PDA, the smoke rings and the drunken stupor.;)

A bundle of us camped with our yoga mats in our minimalistic (mirror free) YES!+ manipal abode. The main course was Danavathey but the mocktails, starters and dessert stole the show.
We watched patanjali yog sutra in the morning, which for me was like a daily dose of red bull. Few of us did a fullon kadak upvaas, minus H2O even, on Shivratri. The group tapa made it fun and thick.
Bawa’s board games were hackneyed followed by tremendous varieties of massages that embodied pleasure and beyond.
World cup in random small hang outs with flat screen tv was super fun too.
Long kriya was performed on the terrace after which a cute candle lit barbecue happened thanks to Sam and Arun. These 2 are like amaron batteries, last long very long;);)Phew, insane energy they are endowed with.
One day, a dip in temple pond was also taken. This pond is situated in an eeriely romantic green place filled with pedicuring fish. We lost ourselves there until an uninvited guest- the water snake chose to share the water body with us.
Desperately tasty south indian home cooked food was consumed (standing ovation to preeti and deepti) and was ravenously consumed by us pondies. Midnight pasta that was manifested was mostly freakking tasty too;)

The daytimes weren’t oh-so-rosy however. I had to unleash my vocal chords in a language alien to the asuras i was teaching in the 4 government colleges i was assigned. With utter lack of electricity, a strong presence of the lord of heat was experienced. Each sweat pore of my surface area cried tears of agony. This is beside my insides which were anyway wailing at my helpless condition.

So the days and nights were long, woefully and gleefully respectively.
Names must be taken, people must be thanked for the gleeful part of the equation.

1] Nikhil; for being the original roomie without even a mirror in the house. he’s enlightened.!

2] Rohit; for being the smartest descendent of meerut.

3] Kulprit; for being there, “waqt se pehle, jarurath se jyada”, like all good things.

4] Aseem; for the nights filled with mindless laughter.

5] Abhinav; for making me feel precious about myself.

6] Arun; for being my guardian angel.

7] Arun’s car for being my non-living guardian angel.

8] The patanjali gang for appearing at 6am (approximately;)) for all of 11 days.

9] Guruji, for getting the above 8 in my life.

I can welcome death this very moment. I feel so full in every way.
Regret free, untouched, happy bird type…
Jai guru dev


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