Sunday, 26 July 2015
Wednesday, 1 July 2015
An unusual experience
Ashish Bagrodia
I can’t resist myself mentioning this unusual occurrence that compelled me to believe in destiny designed by the divinity....I experienced this on 21st June, 2015 while talking to Margret Madam on phone at 2.30 pm who was at her parental home at Malad. This call was just to inquire when she would return that day and also to remind her to avoid Rahu Kaal that was falling between 4.30 pm to 6.00 pm... ... ..Richa, the beloved sister of mine haunts my mind now and then since the day she left this mortal world... She was associated with the Art of Living activities and had created a great team comprising of umpteen friends from the Art of Living arena. She had firm faith in her Guru, Sri Sri Ravi Shankar and fully dedicated her life to her guru ... She pursued me tirelessly to be the part of this spiritual system but I was reluctant owing to my commitment with my traditional spiritual faith that forbids to adopt other paths. ...But I do respect Sri Sri Ravi Shankar and his followers. I, undoubtedly, had been observing the love of these team members towards my sister and charismatic influence of the message of the unconditional love of their guru for last 10-12 years. .....Though I wanted to send this message to Margret Madam through someone but in a flicker of second I change my mind and instructed my attendant to arrange call with her...I talk to her on phone very rarely ....I, usually, do not talk to her on phone unless there is a need of some conference call with regards to some official matters...it was very strange coincidence that the moment I talked to her I overheard the name of sri sri Ravi Shankar coming from some ongoing TV channel’s program...Generally, I do not like watching TV programs and hearing the sound of TV... So, the moment I heard the sound of TV, I wanted Margret to lower the volume. But unknowingly I decided to ignore TV sound this time and wanted to finish conversation in one or two minutes. I was feeling very weak and low due to viral infection and flue. I know viral attack disturb my mind and causes ‘Delirium’. Anyway...I talked her and overheard the name of Ravi Shankar from the TV. I bewildered ...I wondered a Christian family watching any program related to Sri Sri Ravi Shankar.! I paused and inquired about the program from her. She confirmed that it was NDTV news channel and the name of Ravi Shankar was the part of some news with regards to World Yoga Day. I could hear the voice of Sri Sri Ravi Shankar...Latter, I could experience the different sound from TV channel probably due to the the change of the channel....Was it really meant to something divine or mere a coincidence? I have been experiencing similar incidences since last November 13 i.e. the day Richa occupied my brain and soul.
I am sure...she keeps on making me realized her presence in various ways.
Tuesday, 30 June 2015
A handwritten letter by Shri Ajay Gupta
शारदा मौसी के पतिश्री अजय गुप्ता में एक अच्छे लेखक और कवि के गुण हैं..उन्होंने ऋचा के संबंध में अपने उद्गार बहुत ही साहित्यक अंदाज में व्यक्त किए हैं...
- Ajay Gupta (Husband of Sharda Mausi)
Our beloved Richa–‘A personality worth to be followed’
Richa is no more in this mortal world…this is, indeed, a mournful occurrence, but at the same time, it’s not a fact …she has now turned all-world-pervading… she is now ‘of the entire world’ i.e. beyond the limit of sensory world…away from the boundary of materialistic world…even far from extra-worldly wisdom…
She had the great hand of the most revered Sri Sri Ravi Shankar on her head…She dedicated her entire life spreading and materializing the great messages of Sir Sri Ravi Shankar. She adopted Narayan Seva. She took human body as transient and the soul eternal. That was the reason that the deteriorating health of her could never become a hurdle in the path she was moving on.
She superseded older people in wisdom and understanding. She explored the light of true knowledge from the darkness of ignorance…she found the meaning from the meaningless….she never gave up smiling in pain…she wiped tears from the eyes of those who were underprivileged and poverty stricken.
Richa, indeed, was a virtuous person. The birth of her in our family is a matter of glory. The need of such virtuous soul is felt not only in this world but also in the paradise. That was reason she left the world so early.
May she rest in peace and reach to the stage of Moksha as she deserves this.
The Saint Kabir has described rightly…
उठा बगूला प्रेम का तिनका उड़ा आकाश
तिनका तिनका से मिला तिनका तिनके के पास.
The desire of the love rose to sky…
And the fragile and frail like straw acquired heights of sky and mingled with another straw for ever…i.e. the ordinary person, who gets indulged in true divine love acquires immense strength to meet with the beloved one…here straw metaphors with the body and sky to the soul..
- Ajay Ji
Sunday, 28 June 2015
Poetry written by Mami ji (Savita Goel)
लोग मिलते हैं हवाओं में, मंजिलें होती हैं अलग-अलग
फिर भी यादें रह जाती हैं, देखें न देखें काफी होती है एक झलक
कविता वो जो दिल में उतर जाए, कविता वो जो रूह को छू जाए
कविता वो जो आँखों को नम कर जाए,
सविता ने कविता लिखी है आशा करती हूँ कि आप सब को पसंद आ जाए ,
सबसे पहले मैं जीजाजी-दीदी से माफ़ी चाहूंगी गर मेरी कविता में रिचा की खूबी का बखान छूट गया हो
कुछ दिल के भाव कुछ पलों के अनुभाव, कुछ कुछ उसका सरल स्वभाव कुछ उसका प्यारा बर्ताव
इन सबको शब्दों में पिरोने का प्रयास
वो है हमेशा हमारे पास , हर पल रहता है उसका एहसास
कि वो थी इंसान बहुत ही ख़ास
कि हवाओं में रहता है उसका आभास ,
मानते हैं बदल गया उसका निवास
पर हम सबको देखती रहती हैं, पूरा है मुझे विश्वास
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रिचा हमारी सबसे प्यारी,
बड़ी समझदार सबसे न्यारी,
चेहरा उसका सुन्दर फूल, खिले क्यारी क्यारी
घर की रौनक , उससे सजती फूलवारी ,
पहने जो भी वस्त्र, सादगी उसका जेवर,
कभी नहीं बोली ऊंचा, न दिखाए तेवर
सादगी की प्रतिभा, वो थी शालीनता की मूरत,
वो थी मेरी काजोल पाई उसके जैसी सूरत
छोटी थी पर थी वो बड़ी ज्ञानी,
आर्ट ऑफ़ लिविंग की थी वो ध्यानी
जो कोई आए भोजन खिलाए , ना सिर्फ पूछे पानी
दिल था बड़ा विशाल , वो थी बड़ी दानी
कभी न हुई मायुश , न कोई चेहरे पर शिकन
दिल था उसका जैसे पिघला हुआ मक्खन
न करी कभी उफ़ कितना हो दर्द
हिम्मत इतनी कि क्या झेलेगा कोई मर्द
मम्मी पापा की दुलारी, भी बहन की लाडली
भाभी सौम्या, भांजी धर्मिष्टा, के साथ रही जैसे सहेली
मेरे बच्चों की थी प्यारी बहन, न कभी भूली दूज न रक्षाबंधन
उसको कदर थी रिश्तों की , निभाने आते थे संबंध
हँसता हुआ चेहरा, आँखों में अनोखी चमक
उसके खिलते हुए चेहरे पर थी एक पावन दमक
कानों में झुमकी कड़ों की खनक
एक बार जो उसे देख ले, नहीं भूले एक झलक
आज वो नहीं हमारे बीच,
सोचकर दिल में गूंजती है चीख
पता नहीं उसके बिना कैसे कोई होगा ठीक
अपनी छोटी सी उम्र में हम सबको दे गई बहुत सीख
It is difficult to stop once I start.
So all of you please bear with me,
I knew for sure she was too dear to me and thee.
34 years ago an angel was born.
In the deep blue sky, like a star shone.
She was most affectionate, loving and caring.
She was a homely child, always sharing.
Though she was the youngest, she was a leader.
She was smart, intelligent and a reader
Always doing her duties, hardworking forever.
She has taught us so much, it is up to us to remember.
How to endure pain, not to sigh or complain.
How to keep a smile on your face. how to sustain
was totally into Art of Living, did pooja, havan and meditation.
Would never miss out, whether she was at any station.
I have seen her since she was born.
There is a tear in my heart thinking that she has gone.
God give the family strength to endure the loss.
Though being the youngest she was the boss.
Always well dress would look beautiful
very elegant, simple and traditional,
undoubtedly confident Always bold not coy.
She had a million dollar smile which spelt
of utmost joy.
She was very obedient, would exactly do what her mom wanted. But
when it was her Dad he had to do what she dictated.
She was the darling of the Bagrodia household.
She always did the right thing without being told.
She respected values and maintain relations.
She had lot of ‘satsangs’ she was the one behind all preparations.
There is so much that I can say.
There is a perpetual brainstorm of thoughts like stacks of hay.
I can see her here there and everywhere.
It seems she may just come out from anywhere.
Our families have had the most best of precious time.
Time has suddenly stopped, but memories shine.
Though we were miles apart.
There was always bonding from the heart.
- poetry written by Mami ji (Savita Goel)
Monday, 8 June 2015
Wednesday, 22 April 2015
Dear bhaiya
Dear bhaiya
mom is hiring a pundit there in faridabad for 3 months. this is senseless when we have so many here. so papa has strictly told mom that we will send from here. yes u can send bhagwati ji to faridabad if you dont wnat to send yogesh ji. But janmashtmi is coming and bhagwati ji rraly celebrates very well. he does the shringar very well.
please understand. there is no point incurring extra cost in faridabad. strecthing these small matters is creating stress for papa also. alot of time and energy is going in this. this is just my observation. please dont feel i'm being rude again.
प्रिय भैया,
मम्मी फरीदाबाद में 3 महीने के लिए एक पंडितजी हायर कर रही हैं. जब हमारे यहाँ इतने सारे पंडित हैं वहां से किसी को लेने का क्या प्रयोजन है ? पापा ने मम्मी को को दृढ़ता से कहा है कि वो यहाँ से भेजेंगे . अगर आप योगेशजी को नहीं भेजना चाहते हैं तो आप भगवतीजी को फरीदाबाद भेज सकते हैं ...जन्माष्टमी नजदीक आ रही है और भगवतीजी कभी कभार ही अच्छे से जन्माष्टमी मना पाते हैं...वो बस श्रृंगार अच्छा करते हैं ...
प्लीज समझो, फरीदाबाद में और अधिक खर्च करने का कोई मतलब ही नहीं है..इतनी छोटी छोटी बातों के बढ़ने से पापा का तनाव बढ़ने लगता है...इसमें बहुत सारा समय और पैसा बरबाद होता है ...यह सब मैं देख रही हूँ....यह न सोचना कि मैं फिर से बुरे तरीके से पेश आ रही हूँ...
प्लीज समझो, फरीदाबाद में और अधिक खर्च करने का कोई मतलब ही नहीं है..इतनी छोटी छोटी बातों के बढ़ने से पापा का तनाव बढ़ने लगता है...इसमें बहुत सारा समय और पैसा बरबाद होता है ...यह सब मैं देख रही हूँ....यह न सोचना कि मैं फिर से बुरे तरीके से पेश आ रही हूँ...
Monday, 20 April 2015
Today on the 13 th april 2015
Today was 13th of April,2015 after the Sufi singers went I had spend some time socializing with your art of living gang and then I was there in your room , but today I almost misused your room to finish some work ( to meet some office staff who were waiting ) because I wanted to sit there for longer time and be with you.
Though I was doing some work, dictating messages I also met few people ( in your room ) and also I drank coffee and had some namkeen but still my thoughts were all on you.
You are aware of it, isn't it?
When I came out Mummy was sitting there with Santosh, later on Ravi again from your Art of Living gang was there. They both left soon.
I really like this Ravi today, for the first time. He took great photos Richa, he has strong, steady hands that’s why he can handle that heavy camera with a heavy lens.
Mummy started crying, thinking about you, she asked Sunni sister did Richa cry and how much she cry. Mummy said “yahi thi us din jab maine Richa se baat ki” Then she asked Sunni nurse Did Richa Cry, Sunni Nurse said yes, then Mummy asked does she ( you ) cry a lots, Sunni Nurse said yes, then Mummy felt bad and Mummy really cried.
What to do Richa, what to do.
I really want to know what was your ‘mano stithi’ at that time when mummy spoke to you and said all that (Tum Sharnagati ho jao)
You must have felt bad, isn't it? How bad did you feel only you know? By hind sight I think of it as terrible. I feel as if I am being abandoned by my mother which is such a terrible feeling.
I was telling mummy I wish if she ( you ) had to go she ( you ) should have gone at home not in the icu of a hospital , at least you ( mummy ) and me would have been around her ( you , richa ) . I wish Richa if at all you had to go, you should have left from our home from your room, me and Mummy and Papa all of us should have been with you
Richa what was the state of your mind when mummy told you to leave as you were suffering so much , and what happened after that, How much did you suffer. What happened inside you, when did you have exactly leave, please let me know !
Ashish Bagrodia
आज की तारीख़ 13 अप्रैल, 2015, सूफी गायकों के जाने के बाद कुछ समय आर्ट ऑफ़ लिविंग के गैंग के साथ गुजारने के बाद मैं तुम्हारे कमरे में पहुंचा. लेकिन मैंने अपना काम निपटाने के लिए (प्रतीक्षा करते हुए ऑफिस के स्टाफ से मिलने के लिए) आज फिर तुम्हारे कमरे का दुरुपयोग किया...ऐसा इसलिए किया ताकि मैं अधिक देर तक तुम्हारे कमरे में रह सकूं...
वैसे तो में कुछ काम कर रहा था जैसे कि मेसेज डिक्टेट कर रहा था...मैंने काफी भी पी....कुछ नमकीन भी खाया...लेकिन मैं तुम्हारे बारे में ही सोच रहा था... क्या तुम्हारा ध्यान इस पर गया ? जब मैं बाहर आया तो मम्मी संतोष के साथ बैठी थी...बाद में तुम्हारे आर्ट ऑफ़ लिविंग के गैंग में से रवि भी वहां दिखाई दिया.....दोनों वहां से जल्दी ही निकल गए..मुझे तुम्हारे आर्ट ऑफ़ लिविंग के गैंग में से पहली बार रवि बहुत पसंद आया. उसने बहुत ही कमाल की फोटोज खींची...अपने मजबूत और स्थिर हाथों के कारण वो उस भारी भरकम लैंस वाले इस भारी कैमरे को संभाल पा रहा था....
मम्मी ने तुम्हारे बारे में सोचते हुए रोना शुरू कर दिया...उन्होंने सिस्टर सनी से पूछा कि ‘ऋचा कितना रोई है’
मम्मी ने कहा “ यहीं थी उस दिन जब मैंने ऋचा से बात की” तब उन्होंने नर्स सनी से पूछा “क्या ऋचा रोई थी?” सनी नर्स ने जबाव दिया-“हाँ”...तब मम्मी ने पूछा –“क्या वो बहुत ज्यादा रोई थी ?” सनी नर्स ने जबाव दिया-“हाँ”...यह सुनकर मम्मी को बहुत बुरा लगा और वो वास्तव में रोई.
ऋचा क्या किया जाए...क्या करें ???
मैं वास्तव में तुम्हारी उस समय की मनोस्थिति जानना चाहता हूँ जब मम्मी ने तुमसे बात करते हुए सीधे सीधे कहा -“तुम शरणागति हो जाओ” तुम्हे वास्तव में बहुत बुरा लगा होगा...अघात लगा होगा...लगा था न ? अपने अंतर्मन में झाँकता तो प्रतीत होता है कि बहुत ही आधातपूर्ण अनुभव रहा होगा...ऐसा लगा होगा मानों सब से अलग थलग कर दिया हो...कितना भयानक अनुभव रहा होगा...पर कैसा लगा होगा यह तो वास्तव में तुम्हें ही पता होगा...मैं मम्मी से कह रहा था की अगर उसे जाना ही है तो अस्पताल के आई सी यू से क्यों...घर से क्यों नहीं...कम से कम हम हम दोनों तो आखिरी समय में उसके साथ रहें...रिचा अगर तुम्हें जाना ही था तो अपने घर से जाती..अपने कमरे से जाती...मैं, मम्मी और पापा तो तुम्हारे पास होते... ऋचा, आखिर तुम्हारे मन की स्थिति कैसी होगी जब मम्मी ने तुम्हे पीड़ा से आजाद होने के लिए जाने के लिए कहा होगा...तुम पर क्या गुजरी होगी जब तुमने ठीक हमें छोड़ा होगा...प्लीज मुझे बताओ..
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