An Extraordinary Dinner That Changed My Life

One night God appeared in my Dream and asked me to have dinner with Him the following light. The venue was the restaurant not far from my home and the time was 8 p.m. I was confused. Should I go ahead and keep my dinner appointment with God or dismiss the invitation as a crazy dream?
I was haunted by the dream the whole day. The dream was avid and I knew I would regret it all my life if I did not go. I did not tell anyone about it for fear of ridicule. I would be the laughing stock of the family. This will have to remain a secret. By 8 p.m. I was already seated at a corner table in the restaurant where God had said he would meet me for dinner.
All my five senses were on high alert — I didn't want to miss even the slightest clue of God's presence. My ears were eager to hear the sound of a slight movement of chair, my eyes wanted to see the chair moving back a little and again taking position with no one appearing to move it. After all, God is invisible! But He would definitely give me some indication of His presence. Maybe He'd whisper into my ear! Finally the chair moved, but to my disappointment it was my uncle — who I hadn't met in a long time — who plonked himself on the chair.
"Are you waiting for some-one?" he asked. "No", I replied quickly "I'm alone, too, so let's have dinner together", he said. I nodded uncertainly. "How about some chicken curry and rice?" I looked around but saw no sign of God. Where could He be? Maybe I was taking my dream far too seriously.
"Er... I won't eat non-vegetarian food", I replied. "Great, so when did you give up non-veg?" asked uncle. "Actually, I haven't given it up, it's just that I don't want to eat it tonight", I said. Uncle said: "But if you think it's wrong, you shouldn't have it at all. Why turn vegetarian on a particular day? OK. We'll have vegetable curry".
Dinner was over. God did not appear. It was uncle who spoiled my dream. I was upset. When I went home, I blurted to my parents the story of my dream and the dinner with uncle. Dad said: "It's good to see God in your dreams. Dreams do come true. It's only we who refuse to see the dream coming true as it happened in your case. You have been waiting for God with all your five senses alert. But to feel the presence of God, you need to invoke your sixth sense. If only you'd used your sixth sense, you would've realised that you did in fact have dinner with God — only, He appeared in the form of your uncle". I laughed at the idea. Then what was His message to me?
"Well", said Dad. "He did give you a message. Didn't he say that if you thought that something was wrong, you should avoid it all days rather than only on specific days?" So, does God want me to turn vegetarian? I asked. "No, God said if you think it's good, you can have it on any day... for God all days are same, all months are holy".
Dad went on to explain to me that religions are created by us, human beings, with dos and don'ts. However, it is more important to have an honest (personal) relationship with God. So it is better to treat God equally on all days of the week and all months of the year.

Discussing the Declining Sex Ratio In India

This Sunday was not any special day for me,except I m going to home today.So as daily routine I was going through newspaper and there was a report on declining sex ratio in Haryana.In the article subject how Jaat community is travelling all upto Kerala to get their bachelors married.Humm not any new thing as we all know that sex ratio is constantly declining in our country,especially in Northern Region and due to this fact I often felt ashamed that I belong to the northern India.Well to describe this problem anyone can state many factors such as poverty,illiteracy blah blah blah....But if we ponder upon dis problem in a wide spectrum then we will be astonished to know that not only lower illiterate society is solely responsible for this catastrophe but ours whole society is to blame.Everyone is contributing towards this heinous crime.Well I would like to express my views on this all thoughts that were storming my mind since morning...so here it is..

We all know the huge lecture on how we Indians have different strategies against growing up one’s sons or daughters and how its screwing up the gender ratio in most literate of cities. This discrimination is built inside the religious rituals from the point of baby birth.As we celebrate the birth of boy in a very grand manner various rituals are there such as thali pitna as soon as boy is born, Kuan Pujan,Chatti Ki Raat(celebrated on 6th day of birth),but can anyone tell me what they had done on the birth of baby girl...nothing...go to hell with all this preferential treatment to the source of creation. Anyway.

A quite of a verbal fashion that we see in most northern states is to call one’s daughters or grand daughters as “beta”. For those unaware, its a hindi word which means a Son. The reason put forth is to express no gender discrimination by the elderly. Its supposed to be a sign that they give equal opportunities and preferences to both Sons and Daughters of the family. We are a growing country and we wish to show our literacy and open heartedness in everything we can. They all seemed to have that silly mistake.

Well, if you thought that both genders are equal before you then why the hell you had to title one as other? Calling her what she is isn’t enough eh? The Title “beta” when given to a daughter is simply taking her to the better place. So you see, being a son is that better place. There goes your gender differences from what you show rather than what you still bloody believe inside. Try this, call the sons as “beti” (The hindi word for a daughter).Then ask your sons what they feel inside their hearts and you will know the agony you are creating in your daughters.Anyways all this will not end if we remain shackeled in our centuries old traditions n parampara so rise from where you are now and take a vow to celebrate a girl's b'day in the same way as you celebrates that of your son.And let your daughters your daughters and your sons your sons and I'm sure it will really make a difference.

The Cracked Pot

A water bearer had two large pots, one hung on each end of a pole, which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, and the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the master's house. But the cracked pot always arrived only half full.
For two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one-and-a-half pots full of water to his master's house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its
accomplishments, fulfilled in the design for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was unable to accomplish what it had been made to do. After two years of enduring this bit¬ter shame, the pot spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. "I am ashamed of myself and I apologise to you." "Why?" asked the bearer. "What are you ashamed of?" "I have been able, for these past two years, to deliver only half my load because this crack on my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master's house. Be¬cause of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don't get full value from your efforts," the pot said. The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said, "As we return to the master's house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path."
Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and was cheered somewhat. But at the end of the trail, it still felt the old shame because it had leaked out half its load, and so again the pot apologised to the bearer for its failure. The bearer said to the pot, "Did you not notice that there were flowers only on your side of the path, and not on the other pot's side? That's because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we've walked back from the stream, you've watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to deco¬rate my master's table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house."

Moral

Each of us has flaws. We're all cracked pots. In God's great economy, nothing goes to waste. He uses our flaws to grace the world. Don't be afraid of your flaws. Acknowledge them, and you, too, can bring something beautiful to life. "Unravelling life's mysteries and discovering life's secrets (which are, in fact, neither mysterious nor secretive) may take the courage and determination found only in a self-motivated pursuit," said Peter McWilliams.
When life seems truly ex-cremental, we can moan and groan or we can even in the midst of anger, terror, confusion, and pain tell our¬selves, "There must be a lesson in here someplace." The classroom of life is perfectly arranged so that we learn what we need to learn, when we need to learn it, just the way we need to learn it. The operative word in all that is need, not want.
We don't always learn what we want to learn. Sometimes we learn by an informal, seemingly accidental process — an over¬heard comment in an elevator, a friend's offhand re mark, or the line of a song from a passing radio. There are no accidents. The real teacher is you. You're the one who must decide, of all that comes your way, what is true and what's not, what applies to you and what does not, what you learn now and what you promise to learn later.
The best that life can do is present lessons to you. The learning is up to you. Be aware of your body, scan it from head to toe. How does it feel? Feel your emotions. Notice your thoughts. Now, one question. Who noticed the body? Who felt the feelings? Who observed the mind? Maybe it was something other than the body, greater than the emotions, more magnificent than the mind. Maybe it was you.
As remarkable as our bodies are, we know that we are more remarkable than that. The mind is a marvellous servant; it just makes a poor master. Emotions are too often too wrong to be who we truly are. There is a 'You' to be discovered. Life is, if nothing else, a persistent teacher. It will repeat a lesson over and over until it is learnt. How does life know we've learnt? When we change our behaviour. Until then, even if we intellectually know something, we haven't really learnt it.

"Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be bent out of shape."

What does RAPE mean to you: A Showoff of Power or Lust about Female body

Is rape about lust or Power?

This is my opinion:

Rape is about sex AND power in varying degrees.
Depending on the circumstances.

A gang rape is about both power and sex for the perpetrators.
That they can hurt a girl,violate her and hear her yelling for help while they take turns to humiliate her.
It has to be some sort of perverse pleasure for them,doesn't it?

A guy who drugs a girl and then rapes her,because she may not put it out,
Eg:Date-rapes,
He's not using power or showing it either.
He's just drugging her so that she knows what's happening but can't feel,resist or move willingly.
This where rape is about sex for the guy.
But for the victim,she's going to feel just as helpless.powerless.worthless.
That's where power comes into the equation.
The intent of the perpetrator might not have been to feel powerfull.
But he has managed to make her feel helpless.

A scenario where a guy rapes a woman just to feel manly or to show he's the stronger one or with the sole intention to abuse is about power primarily.
For eg:A fight that ensues in a rape.
Marital rapes might probably fall under this category.

What's your opinion? Do tell me ...

Agony and Ecstasy Of Being in Love

The idea of pure love should be nurtured. A girl and a boy’s world comes crashing down because their love is either rejected or ignored.As an individual you should remind yourself that your lover is only one aspect of that pure idea. Your love encompasses so many others: your mother, father, sister and brother, for instance. They are all forms, all waves in the ocean of love. A human being has an enormous capacity to love, and he is capable of loving many people in his life In other words you should not restrict our love to only one person. Your lover is only a tiny expression of your capacity to Love.So don’t get depressed or think of ending your life just because a miniscule part of ur huge potential called love is refused by your lover.

The tendency is that when you go through heartache in love, you vow never to love again. This is a huge mistake; it is a miscalculated step, that can deprive you of experiencing pure love, ultimately.

Love is like a ladder that helps you attain higher and higher Jevels of loving consciousness. It could start with one person and end With totality

Love s the beginning, God is the end. What a bargain — one just has to share and accept love to attain God or rather,to become one with GOD. Love is painful sometimes, because it is not real love.

Real love is when one not expect anything the person you love

.Love wholeheartedly and don’t’t expect anything in return. There is bound to be disappointmentand frustration if you lay down specifications for your love. The selfish attitude that arises out of attachment is the root cause for love becoming painful

--we never seem to be satiated with the return that other offers.

Even if the journey of is love is not smooth, go for it. If you don’t dive into the river of love, how will you reach the ocean? Life wouldn’t be a pilgrimage. without the pain and suffering wrought by love.

Of course love is going to be painful but one would reach higher levels of consciousness with the help of it.Creativity reaches it when in love. It is out of agony that ecstasy is born.

You might want to reach the ecstasy stage without going through the pain of loving but its just not possible.You have to go through the dark of night to be able to appreciate the sight the beautiful sunrise. So don’t be apprehensive about going through agony because remember, , it ultimately leads to bliss. Bliss which is the purpose and goal of life. Don’t feel guilty when you have indulged in relationship because there is an

intense possibility of love arising out of it. Love is a higher experience than lust.Even if lust is mud,the lotus of love can bloom from it.

There are three kinds of people: One kind believes that physical attraction is the beginning and the end of love as they miss out on the opportunity to grow.

The other kind abstains from physical relationship as they neither recognise it as the beginning nor the end and so lose out on the enormous opportunity to evolve.

The third kind knows that the right physical chemistry is the beginning, not the end, a means to attain higher levels of consciousness. It is a mere guide to the attainment of God.

So don’t shy away from love for you can’t know of God and attain bliss unless you know what pure love is.

Mah very First post in Blogging...

Hello n hi to all da senior netizens ...so here i m wid a blog wid difference ...hope will do well in bloggin ...uhmmm thought abt bloggin manier tyms n created many blogs bt due to anavoidable reasons hafta delete dem all ..n today finally hv created dis bog n wish i would keep it continue .....

Well at dis crucial moment feelin to express mah deep gratitude to Miss. Hermionne...who had suggested so complicated bt meaningful blog title.....thankz a zillion tyms...

To start its a very simple blog bt will keep adding more stuff to it ....

So its tym to expand mah white matter to its extent n start blogging...boi boi for now ..see ya in mah subsequent posts....

today i ll b signing of wid dese words....

my voice resounds my joy
i write some words that i never say
i say some things that i do not mean
i am just another person
from the one that i show to thee.
i am on the road to self discovery
as i mature over the years
i experience heat and rain
love and hate
as i create
my own world
in my very own blog.