Be Positive

In every breath there is a victory... for you have successfully breathed... be thankful. Take note... take pride... take the next breath

Be Positive

For over a couple of months, I had been toying around with 2 words... BE POSITIVE!!!! The first note I made on the concept... well... was kind of SHOT down... hmmm... but I knew there was something so special about the concept thought... and it possibly was filtered down into my soul for a reason...

There is a feeling that this concept has been created for a reason far greater reason than meets the soul... I must look within for the answer. My instincts tell me there is a reason in the near future that shall in fact present itself for BE POSITIVE to find action. I know my soul does define the path it shall take and the vision... once seen must materialise.

I can see clearly, the dimensions of the vision in its brilliance and I know the path to get there will not be as simple as the concept presentation makes it sound... For there are many who will not share the vision... for they cannot see it as clearly... YET.

Be Positive is more about creating a new wave of thinking. It challenges the very thoughts that have brought us to this space in time when we are overshadowed by thinks we may WANT but assume that a critical mass may not approve of the way things really are. I am an optimist... I believe... I receive.

I know it is not going to be easy... to make a special place for a project that seems to stand alone... in the crowd... for, Be Positive... is about creating a new path... of what I would like to call ... INFORMED TOLERENCE... for, to change, we need to introduce a new thought... a new direction.

26th of November... Mumbai terror strike takes place... for the next 72hours we are all glued to the television and following every iota of news...well... most of which was so dramatic... that we felt like we were in Mumbai... every sound of the bullet frightened our existence here in Delhi... for the next target could be us...

Through the next 72hours that the seige on Mumbai continued and the polticians became the front runners to be shot down... if not by the terrorists... well then definitely by the people of India... the words continued to grow stronger... and that is when it struck me... creating BE POSITIVE is part of a much greater plan.

A humble beginning... is where I have started. As the project gets shared... on social networks... the vision becomes that of a larger community.

Be Positive... India for India... a reminder... that, TOGETHER we can make it!!!

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Another brilliant piece... India must read.... :)
Hotel Taj: Icon of whose India?
by Gnani Sankaran

Watching at least four English news channels surfing from one another during the last 60 hours of terror strike made me feel a terror of another kind. The terror of assaulting one's mind and sensitivity with cameras, sound bites and non-stop blabbers. All these channels have been trying to manufacture my consent for a big lie called - Hotel Taj the icon of India.Whose India, Whose Icon ?

It is a matter of great shame that these channels simply did not bother about the other icon that faced the first attack from terrorists - the Chatrapathi Shivaji Terminus (CST) railway station. CST is the true icon of Mumbai. It is through this railway station hundreds of Indians from Uttar Pradesh, Bihar, Rajasthan, West Bengal and Tamilnadu have poured into Mumbai over the years, transforming themselves into Mumbaikars and built the Mumbai of today along with the Marathis and Kolis

But the channels would not recognise this. Nor would they recognise the thirty odd dead bodies strewn all over the platform of CST. No Barkha dutt went there to tell us who they were. But she was at Taj to show us the damaged furniture and reception lobby braving the guards. And the TV cameras did not go to the government run JJ hospital to find out who those 26 unidentified bodies were. Instead they were again invading the battered Taj to try in vain for a scoop shot of the dead bodies of the page 3 celebrities.

In all probability, the unidentified bodies could be those of workers from Bihar and Uttar Pradesh migrating to Mumbai, arriving by train at CST without cell phones and pan cards to identify them. Even after 60 hours after the CST massacre, no channel has bothered to cover in detail what transpired there.

The channels conveniently failed to acknowledge that the Aam Aadmis of India surviving in Mumbai were not affected by Taj, Oberoi and Trident closing down for a couple of weeks or months. What mattered to them was the stoppage of BEST buses and suburban trains even for one hour. But the channels were not covering that aspect of the terror attack. Such information at best merited a scroll line, while the cameras have to be dedicated for real time thriller unfolding at Taj or Nariman bhavan.

The so called justification for the hype the channels built around heritage site Taj falling down (CST is also a heritage site), is that Hotel Taj is where the rich and the powerful of India and the globe congregate. It is a symbol or icon of power of money and politics, not India. It is the icon of the financiers and swindlers of India. The Mumbai and India were built by the Aam Aadmis who passed through CST and Taj was the oasis of peace and privacy for those who wielded power over these mass of labouring classes. Leopold club and Taj were the haunts of rich spoilt kids who would drive their vehicles over sleeping Aam Aadmis on the pavement, the Mafiosi of Mumbai forever financing the glitterati of Bollywood (and also the terrorists) , Political brokers and industrialists.

It is precisely because Taj is the icon of power and not people, that the terrorists chose to strike.

The terrorists have understood after several efforts that the Aam Aadmi will never break down even if you bomb her markets and trains. He/she was resilient because that is the only way he/she can even survive.

Resilience was another word that annoyed the pundits of news channels and their patrons this time. What resilience, enough is enough, said Pranoy Roy's channel on the left side of the channel spectrum. Same sentiments were echoed by Arnab Goswami representing the right wing of the broadcast media whose time is now. Can Rajdeep be far behind in this game of one upmanship over TRPs ? They all attacked resilience this time. They wanted firm action from the government in tackling terror.

The same channels celebrated resilience when bombs went off in trains and markets killing and maiming the Aam Aadmis. The resilience of the ordinary worker suited the rich business class of Mumbai since work or manufacture or film shooting did not stop. When it came to them, the rich shamelessly exhibited their lack of nerves and refused to be resilient themselves. They cry for government intervention now to protect their private spas and swimming pools and bars and restaurants, similar to the way in which Citibank, General Motors and the ilk cry for government money when their coffers are emptied by their own ideologies.

The terrorists have learnt that the ordinary Indian is unperturbed by terror. For one whose daily existence itself is a terror of government sponsored inflation and market sponsored exclusion, pain is something he has learnt to live with. The rich of Mumbai and India Inc are facing the pain for the first time and learning about it just as the middle classes of India learnt about violation of human rights only during emergency, a cool 28 years after independence.

And human rights were another favourite issue for the channels to whip at times of terrorism.

Arnab Goswami in an animated voice wondered where were those champions of human rights now, not to be seen applauding the brave and selfless police officers who gave up their life in fighting terorism. Well, the counter question would be where were you when such officers were violating the human rights of Aam Aadmis. Has there ever been any 24 hour non stop coverage of violence against dalits and adivasis of this country?
This definitely was not the time to manufacture consent for the extra legal and third degree methods of interrogation of police and army but Arnabs don't miss a single opportunity to serve their class masters, this time the jingoistic patriotism came in handy to whitewash the entire uniformed services.

The sacrifice of the commandos or the police officers who went down dying at the hands of ruthless terrorists is no doubt heart rending but in vain in a situation which needed not just bran but also brain. Israel has a point when it says the operations were misplanned resulting in the death of its nationals here.

Khakares and Salaskars would not be dead if they did not commit the mistake of traveling by the same vehicle. It is a basic lesson in management that the top brass should never t ravel together in crisis. The terrorists, if only they had watched the channels, would have laughed their hearts out when the Chief of the Marine commandos, an elite force, masking his face so unprofessionally in a see-through cloth, told the media that the commandos had no idea about the structure of the Hotel Taj which they were trying to liberate. But the terrorists knew the place thoroughly, he acknowledged.

Is it so difficult to obtain a ground plan of Hotel Taj and discuss operation strategy thoroughly for at least one hour before entering? This is something even an event manager would first ask for, if he had to fix 25 audio systems and 50 CCtvs for a cultural event in a hotel. Would not Ratan Tata have provided a plan of his ancestral hotel to the commandos within one hour considering the mighty apparatus at his and government's disposal? Are satelite pictures only available for terrorists and not the government agencies ? In an operation known to consume time, one more hour for preparation would have only improved the efficiency of execution.

Sacrifices become doubly tragic in unprofessional circumstances. But the Aam Aadmis always believe that terror-shooters do better planning than terrorists. And the gullible media in a jingoistic mood would not raise any question about any of these issues.
They after all have their favourite whipping boy - the politician the eternal entertainer for the non-voting rich classes of India.

Arnabs and Rajdeeps would wax eloquent on Nanmohan Singh and Advani visiting Mumbai separately and not together showing solidarity even at this hour of national crisis. What a farce? Why can't these channels pool together all their camera crew and reporters at this time of national calamity and share the sound and visual bites which could mean a wider and deeper coverage of events with such a huge human resource to command? Why should Arnab and Rajdeep and Barkha keep harping every five minutes that this piece of information was exclusive to their channel, at the time of such a national crisis? Is this the time to promote the channel? If that is valid, the politician promoting his own political constituency is equally valid. And the duty of the politican is to do politics, his politics. It is for the people to evaluate that politics.And terrorism is not above politics. It is politics by other means.

To come to grips with it and to eventually eliminate it, the practice of politics by proper means needs constant fine tuning and improvement. Decrying all politics and politicians, only helps terrorists and dictators who are the two sides of the same coin. And the rich and powerful always prefer terrorists and dictators to do business with.

Those caught in this crossfire are always the Aam Aadmis whose deaths are not even mourned - the taxi driver who lost the entire family at CST firing, the numerous waiters and stewards who lost their lives working in Taj for a monthly salary that would be one time bill for their masters.

Postscript: In a fit of anger and depression, I sent a message to all the channels, 30 hours through the coverage. After all they have been constantly asking the viewers to message them for anything and everything. My message read: I send this with lots of pain. All channels, including yours, must apologise for not covering the victims of CST massacre, the real mumbaikars and aam aadmis of India. Your obsession with five star elite is disgusting. Learn from the print media please. No channel bothered. Only srinivasan Jain replied: you are right. We are trying to redress balance today. Well, nothing happened till the time of writing this 66 hours after the terror attack.

YET another mail.... hmmm ... Affirmative

Quite an affirmative statement to make!!!!

The views of Patriotic Australian Prime Minister
IndiaNeeds A Leader Like This !
Prime Minister John Howard - Australia
Muslims who want to live under Islamic Sharia law were told on Wednesday to get out of Australia , as the government targeted radicals in a bid to head off potential terror attacks.
Separately, Howard angered some Australian Muslims on Wednesday by saying he supported spy agencies monitoring the nation's mosques. Quote: 'IMMIGRANTS, NOT AUSTRALIANS, MUST ADAPT. Take It Or Leave It. I am tired of this nation worrying about whether we are offending some individual or their culture. Since the terrorist attacks on Bali , we have experienced a surge in patriotism by the majority of Australians.'
'This culture has been developed over two centuries of struggles, trials and victories by millions of men and women who have sought freedom'
'We speak mainly ENGLISH, not Spanish, Lebanese, Arabic, Chinese, Japanese, Russian, or any other language. Therefore, if you wish to become part of our society . Learn the language!'
'Most Australians believe in God. This is not some Christian, right wing, political push, but a fact, because Christian men and women, on Christian principles, founded this nation, and this is clearly documented. It is certainly appropriate to display it on the walls of our schools. If God offends you, then I suggest you consider another part of the world as your new home, because God is part of our culture.'
'We will accept your beliefs, and will not question why. All we ask is that you accept ours, and live in harmony and peaceful enjoyment with us.'
'This is OUR COUNTRY, OUR LAND, and OUR LIFESTYLE, and we will allow you every opportunity to enjoy all this. But once you are done complaining, whining, and griping about Our Flag, Our Pledge, Our Christian beliefs, or Our Way of Life, I highly encourage you take advantage of one other great Australian freedom, 'THE RIGHT TO LEAVE'.'
'If you aren't happy here then LEAVE. We didn't force you to come here. You asked to be here. So accept the country YOU accepted.'
Maybe if we circulate this amongst ourselves, Indian citizens will find the backbone to start speaking and voicing the same truths.

Another brilliant communication doing the rounds...

Some more brilliant stuff that arrived in the mail... I think I like distributing :)))

LETTER TO PRIMEMINISTER

Dear Mr. Prime minister

I am a typical mouse from Mumbai. In the local train compartment which has capacity of 100 persons, I travel with 500 more mouse. Mouse at least squeak but we don't even do that. Today I heard your speech. In which you said 'NO BODY WOULD BE SPARED'. I would like to remind you that fourteen years has passed since serial bomb blast in Mumbai took place. Dawood was the main conspirator. Till today he is not caught. All our bolywood actors, our builders, our Gutka king meets him but your Government can not catch him. Reason is simple; all your ministers are hand in glove with him. If any attempt is made to catch him everybody will be exposed. Your statement 'NOBODY WOULD BE SPARED' is nothing but a cruel joke on this unfortunate people of India . Enough is enough. As such after seeing terrorist attack carried out by about a dozen young boys I realize that if same thing continues days are not away when terrorist will attack by air, destroy our nuclear reactor and there will be one more Hiroshima . We the people are left with only one mantra. Womb to Bomb to Tomb. You promised Mumbaikar Shanghai what you have given us is Jalianwala Baug. Today only your home minister resigned. What took you so long to kick out this joker? Only reason was that he was loyal to Gandhi family. Loyalty to Gandhi family is more important than blood of innocent people, isn't it? I am born and bought up in Mumbai for last fifty eight years. Believe me corruption in Maharashtra is worse than that in Bihar . Look at all the politician, Sharad Pawar, Chagan Bhujbal, Narayan Rane, Bal Thackray , Gopinath Munde, Raj Thackray, Vilasrao Deshmukh all are rolling in money. Vilasrao Deshmukh is one of the worst Chief minister I have seen. His only business is to increase the FSI every other day, make money and send it to Delhi so Congress can fight next election. Now the clown has found new way and will increase FSI for fisherman so they can build concrete house right on sea shore. Next time terrorist can comfortably live in those house , enjoy the beauty of sea and then attack the Mumbai at their will. Recently I had to purchase house in Mumbai. I met about two dozen builders. Everybody wanted about 30% in black. A common person like me knows this and with all your intelligent agency & CBI you and your finance minister are not aware of it. Where all the black money goes? To the underworld isn't it? Our politicians take help of these goondas to vacate people by force. I myself was victim of it. If you have time please come to me, I will tell you everything. If this has been land of fools, idiots then I would not have ever cared to write you this letter. Just see the tragedy, on one side we are reaching moon, people are so intelligent and on other side you politician has converted nectar into deadly poison. I am everything Hindu, Muslim, Christian, Schedule caste, OBC, Muslim OBC, Christian Schedule caste, Creamy Schedule caste only what I am not is INDIAN. You politician have raped every part of mother India by your policy of divide and rule. Take example of former president Abdul Kalam. Such a intelligent person, such a fine human being. You politician didn't even spare him. Your party along with opposition joined the hands, because politician feels they are supreme and there is no place for good person. Dear Mr Prime minister you are one of the most intelligent person, most learned person. Just wake up, be a real SARDAR. First and foremost expose all selfish politician. Ask Swiss bank to give name of all Indian account holder. Give reins of CBI to independent agency. Let them find wolf among us. There will be political upheaval but that will better than dance of death which we are witnessing every day. Just give us ambient where we can work honestly and without fear. Let there be rule of law. Everything else will be taken care of. Choice is yours Mr. Prime Minister.

Do you want to be lead by one person or you want to lead the nation of 100 Crore people?

"I" love "I" Iive... the You that defines the "I" that is...

I've tried to define a lot of moments in my life...
and the most defining moment of all... was when I looked in the mirror and gave thanks and praise to the Creator... for the magnificence of the Creation, I stared at

I knew he had a special message for me... a special learning... through all the pain.. that moment came shining through... and life... well has never been the same.
Everyday in everyway as I continue to Thank my Creator... special moments... like the ones I share with you... redefine beliefs and open doors to new experiences... new opportunities... new people and new thoughts on the way forward...a renewed sense of awareness that comes from being aware of the self that creates these experiences... the everliving soul ... the form... the identity... the person... yes!!! I am talking about the "I" we meet when we learn to love the "I" we are.

Life changes with every breath... and learning to love yourself JUST the way you are... leaves an indent on the soul...

With every breath... comes a new opportunity to LEARN another skill... to touch another life... to break into new ground... to LIVE and LOVE completely

This is a mail that has done the rounds all of this morning... I thought it would be good idea to also add it to my blog... maybe my way of saying... I will post all that information which we need to read... and maybe... will be forgotten mails in the next three weeks... :)

Did you know that there is a system in our constitution, as per the 1969 act, in section "49-O" that a person can go to the polling booth, confirm his identity, get his finger marked and convey the presiding election officer that he doesn't want to vote anyone!Yes such a feature is available, but obviously these seemingly notorious leaders have never disclosed it. This is called "49-O". Why should you go and say "I VOTE NOBODY"... because, in a ward, if a candidate wins, say by 123 votes, and that particular ward has received "49-O" votes more than 123, then that polling will be cancelled and will have to be re-polled. Not only that, but the candidature of the contestants will be removed and they cannot contest the re-polling, since people had already expressed their decision on them. This would bring fear into parties and hence look for genuine candidates for their parties for election. This would change the way, of our whole political system... it is seemingly surprising why the election commission has not revealed such a feature to the public....Please spread this news to as many as you know... Seems to be a wonderful weapon against corrupt parties in India... show your power, expressing your desire not to vote for anybody, is even more powerful than voting... so don't miss your chance. So either vote, or vote not to vote (vote 49-O) and pass this info on..."Please Inform this to as many as possible, so that we, the people of India , can really use this power to save our nation". Use your voting right for a better INDIA .

I am unhappy today... my world has been shattered by the very discussions that are meant to calm my nerves and give me a sense of being safe.
I am sitting in front of the television and wondering what I should do next... 6 days back... at this hour I was driving back home from a movie... happy and smiling... the roads may have had less traffic... but I felt safe... today... I am afraid... that there is a sniper around the corner wielding an AK 47 at me... telling me... loud and clear... that no one is looking out for me.
A 21 year old is motivated enough to walk through the city and shoot at sight. He talks of a PLOT to mar the very essence of the city... 9 others have been killed, motivated by their cause... and here I am still too frightened to take a step and yet so angry... knowing that the time for action is NOW and yet wondering if I will be able to take a decision beyond my own safety to extend a hand to change the path we're headed on.
The comments on blogs have so much hate filled in them... a community has come under the scanner and will bear the brunt of the activities of a few... who in the name of JIHAD have maimed a city... a people... the very spirit of a nation.
There is a conspiracy in the back door of the hotel I once fondly visited... I now look at the pictures of what remains of it and ask myself... when an ICON has been marred... where do I stand in the scheme of things... I am an insignificant part of the larger picture... a mere dot on the canvas of India.
I want to make my stand clear... I want to stand up for what I believe in... and in this little note that I write I am sharing my thought... a thought I know I must work upon... I know I must use the positive energy that I have deep within... to create a new thought... I cannot change the world... but I know that I can change the way I see the world... and know that there are more people like me... somewhere around me... who know that they too must walk this narrow path at the risk of being rebuked... but sow the seeds of a new and resurgent India... where the youth come to the fore and take a stand on what they want to see and ensure that what they see is really what they get.
Every person who has risen beyond the moment of grief... have come to the conclusion that we as a people need to stand up and take responsibility.. to open our eyes and keep a vigil on the goings on around us. To know that every reaction, every ARK... Act of Random Kindness will be the first ripple of creating a larger consciousness in our country.

I hear voices scream out and fling the responsibility on Pakistan and Politicians... I agree with them... but the next thought that comes to demand my attention!!!!
Is this really the need of the hour?
We have dramatised versions of every BREAKING NEWS... you hear the heroic stories on TV and hear of the rather cowardly reactions from those on the ground... people of Mumbai... atleast the ones I have spoken with... have a different story to tell. For the people who's life has come to an eerie standstill... well... there thoughts are reflected in muted silence at the mention of the words... "What's the latest?"

Simple walks in their own compounds have become a thing to contemplate... they do not feel safe in the compounds where they've spent long hours justs walking around. Mumbai is the most crowded city I have been to, often, in my conversations I keep talking about the vibrant energies of the city of Mumbai. Today... I hear stories of deserted roads... people are not sure whether to be brave and walk out of their home... or to sit inside the confines of their homes and hope that terror does not come close to where they stay.
Is this the MUMBAI we know??? For those of you who have had the chance to sample the energy of Mumbai... this is eerie. A colleague of mine tells me... that there is an eerie silence on the roads... the drive from Juhu to Chembur... a happy 40 minutes only... for the streets are so deserted... and the fear factor so high... that a simple cracker will bring back the sound of fear. The fear that the person that walks into the space we are in with a rucksack... could possibly be a terrorist.... damn... as I write this I can feel the chill down my spine... I cannot begin to imagine... what it is like for the people who have actually been through the trauma.

This, in my opinion... is the wake up call... for a BILLION people to take a stand... and work together... beyond the confines of caste and creed... lets come together a nation by design... a design generated by the coming together of the youth... to take over the legacy we owe the generations to come...

This is but a seed... a thought that will find expression in the coming together of every Indian youth... to come forward and claim their rightful place in planning the future of India. This is a turning point... and we have the right to choose the direction in which we turn.

Questions I ask... ME.... an INDIAN

Over the last couple of days I have been following the happenings in Mumbai. Through the pain, the grief, the loss, the destruction and the badgering of the human spirit, here are some of the thoughts that come to my mind.

READ THIS AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!!!!

if someone comes into my space and challenges every belief... I can choose 2 paths... to mock curse and hate them more... and in turn create more hatred OR I can choose to love, communicate and strengthen my bond within me and make a personal change for the better.The internet and communication alike today is all about spreading FEAR, HATRED more communal violence and internal trauma.We need to unite as a people and stand up as the YOUTH of this country. The future of the country belongs to us... the future will be written on the basis of a collective decision that we take today.

DO WE WANT TO TAKE COMMUNAL VIOLENCE TO AN ALL NEW LEVEL????

OR

DO WE WANT TO STAND TOGETHER, ONE IN THOUGHT AND ACTION?

Think!!!!

every thought that follows ... will be the beginning of the next chapter of the history of India.

Terrorism has no religion. It belongs to NO ONE. It is but a movement of frustrated minds to create panic and negativity in the national conscious of this magnificent country. You and I can take a personal decision to STAND UP for every citizen of this brilliant NATION ... to say... "ENOUGH IS ENOUGH"

Are you ready to walk the narrow path and protect and promote the concept of a safe INDIA????

OR

Are you going to spend precious positive energy in letting the negative vibes from this terror get to you?

THINK!!!

As horrible as it may sound... we need to take a management lesson or two from the people who spread violence... they have used their intelligence to spread their message of TERROR... the planning... meticulous and their COMMITMENT... 100% to their mission.We may mock them... but we need to learn from them... to commit ourselves to what we BELIEVE we would like the future to be. We keep talking about wanting to MANIFEST a million wishes... we are lost in WISHING for things that add to our personal conscious... when was the last time you committed to something that is part of the larger consciousness?????THe time is NOW

To commit yourself to positively influence the future by joining hands with like minded people and creating a positive flood of awareness

OR

To commit yourself to endless speculation and people bashing and be influenced by the rage of negativity against your fellow indians

THINK!!!

Its time for you to take an internal call and LEARN a new lesson. As the youth of this country, we are at a crossroad, every decision we take in the now... will determine the future of this NATION

Dee Positive

Lets all TRY hard to look at being poitive... and look at how we can help each other to learn positive lessons from what has now become a really nationally negative situation.You are the future of this country... and every thought you choose to share creates the cumulative consciousness of the WAY FORWARD!!!!



There was a national presence in Mumbai... A diverse people came together to bring the terror to an end. A united India fought a common enemy... TERROR.That is something to be positive about

A lot of people who came out to help ... battled their own fears but chose instead to be there for a larger cause... to save those who could be saved.We can be positive about the fact that as a people we are UNITED even in the face of being divided by political parties... each gunning for their own glory... in the gory situation that we found ourselves.India is not made up of just political parties... India is a national community of over 1 billion people... you and I are one of them.Lets face the fear together.... join hands... stand strong... and challenge the very essence of negative energy that is rapidly spreading across the country.

Law of Attraction... hmmm

Here's a story that I am making up as I type... I believe, there is someone out there just waiting to read this... maybe the content is a little haphazard... maybe the sentences don't make sense... but hey... who says that I want to make sense... I am just following the flow of every sense... right now... its the quest of the relationship of the brain with the keyboard, that is getting truly tested.... what I write may not even make sense to me... but the one who reads it will walk away with the answer he seeks... for in a way... this piece will have its own special meaning for each person who reads it.

I looked at life for as long as I know from a pair of rose tinted "spectaculars" for everything I looked at... is spectacular... failures, success, phases, learning, unlearning, earnings and yes last but not the least.... a long list of yearnings. Oops!!! this is becoming quite poetic ain't it.

Here is my deduction... every door that has closed on my face... has been the beginning of a new phase... not for me to think I have failed... but to let me know I have bigger dreams to achieve... somehow... all my life the universe has conspired to let me know... that I have not been created for small victories. It has always been a low point that opened vistas for a greater learning and catapulted me to where I am today.

Have I forgotten everyone who contributed to ME... hell... NO... each one of them has a special place in my thoughts... for they have been the key to my success... often these forces are not the ones I banked on... but YES they are the ones that finally counted.

Here comes another gush... of thoughts... oops... this is getting more extempore than I thought it would... does it make sense to you??? Have you been through one of these phases.. you are thinking on one track and your mind diverts it yet again... just as you continue typing... words form sentences that make no sense and yet a few sentences later... there is a sense that you have communicated something really important to yourself... and maybe others!!!!!

It shows that the minds eye is much faster in processing information than the ability of the fingers to type this information ... for the thoughts that come on paper... should be edited for the sake of the reader... for every writer tries so hard to make sense of the non sense that comes so naturally when you sit down to write.

My mind has a message to give and I guess here it is ... if I were to sit in the silence of my soul I would receive a million life changing thoughts... but by the time I question and process it... well another thought has created a newer dimension. So, the moral of the story... STOP!!!!

Stop!!! when you have a thought... and without questioning it... write it down let it flow and let the wisdom of the ages find expression... you have been created with a special cause and the cause is far more important than what you perceive it to be... for it is the higher purpose of your soul that it meets.

I look into the future and I see a brilliant ray of light... there is pure love all around... nothing is amiss... there is a rainbow... and I know it is there specially for me. Nothing can take this moment away from me... for this is a moment that I see so clearly in my minds eye. Are you listening to the strains of your favourite track as you read this... close your eyes for a moment and you will see your canvas... and you... in a place where you have only dreamed you could be... often... you don't as much as remember... the moment you first saw the vision... and yet the vision is so strong... I know I have lived mine forever. In the moments I have spent with this vision... I have met my soul and I know that we are headed in the same directed... its the LAW OF ATTRACTION of the soul.

Have you ever thought of going deeper into the realm of the LAW OF ATTRACTION... well... here is my take on it. We wish for something... we forget... for another thought has taken its place... we subconsciously… move towards realising the first thought... and like a miracle... the thought comes true... AND ... yes!! We then start the process of planning the next stage of manifestation and apply so many conditions to it... and then comes the moment of OOOPS!!! It Ain't happening as I planned... and we break into a sorry dance... we are hurt by the results we get... and go into a depression... now... we are giving in to back tracing the steps... for the EXPECTATIONS take precedence over the joy of receiving... We ANTICIPATE... we wait... we wait more... and we meet the enemy ... FEAR.

Could I look at FEAR from a new perspective... YES!!!!

Could the perspective change my perception of FEAR... YES!!!!

STOP!!!! this is getting into another dimension... my questioning fingers just broke the flow of thoughts... and brought in the questions again... I must stop NOW... for I may create a newer more engaging form of FEAR and all the relative thoughts that go with it... and trust me... FEAR has many more relatives than the human mind can fathom....

hmmm... Everyday in every way I am getting better and bettter... for I can choose when to PAUSE and probe a new thought... a more positive thought... a more positive direction... here is the KEY... when your conversation with your self comes to questioning... simply STOP!!!!

Reflection

She reflected where she stood inflicted by a wound from a stab on her back, still smiling, still strong, still loving, still rejoicing.

"Teacher, don't you know that you have a bleeding back from the hurt inflicted upon you... and yet you stand here smiling and talking to me and telling me to see life's pain positively" said the student.
And the teacher replied, "it is by these wounds and the guidance therefrom, that I have learned, what I have learned must be shared, for in sharing what I have learned, gives you, the wisdom you need to choose a different lesson to learn. I can choose to reflect on the pain, but in the awareness of my breath... I choose to reflect on the gain."

Choose to reflect on that which brings your soul to a new learning... for every dark cloud has a silver lining and there is much to learn from both. For the dark cloud is a promise of light on the horizon... and the silver lining a reminder... that all is not lost.

THINK!!!!
You are the creator of your own truth.... affirm your truth... and know that it shall be done.

The Secret of Deepanjali

I began using the power of manifestation LOOOOONG before, I was led to the book... or the video... or was gifted this community.
For me the journey of manifestation began way back in 1995... when I went through the lowest phase of my life... Life as I knew it... crashed around me... and all that was left was a lot of FAILURES to deal with... and my best friend... then and now... Jesus stood by me like a rock... I would share my thoughts with my diary... often writing what I was prompted to... often these sentences would almost read like a fairy tale with the perfect mix of everything I dreamed of being all that I wanted....
My faith was SHAKEN... not BROKEN...
And I continued to focus on the silver lining on the grey clouds that filled my life... lotsa grey clouds made their way... but my focus remained the silver lining.... and the fact that I had always believed that I was a completely special creation of God.... to special to remain down forever...
5 years later... I started floating back... and I knew in my heart... that this was the fall before the rise... and that when I would rise... well... the world would watch....
A retreat at the Divine Retreat Centre in Potta was the turning point... I experience the presence of God in my life... and surrendered to his holy plan... with the promise... that I would share this grace with others... that is when my journey started taking a new shape... people would come to me for help... and instinctively I would know what to tell them... knowing that I had promised to share.
Trust me... when I tell you.... the millenium year was the year that I started seeing results... God's grace... and lotsa gratitude... later.... I started the climb to where I am today...
Regrets... I have none... for the bad times were lessons in disguise... and the good times... the fruit of total belief in myself.
Today, I have everything I only dreamt of... in the pages I wrote... and all that is left to be achieved... are the things I did not believe I could achieve

The Long Drive Home

There was never a moment of truth that was so in the face… I walked out of home feeling a little excited… a little worried… a little lost… and a little skeptical.

The drive did not feel that long at all… It was filled with a million thoughts… lilting music…. And… lots of traffic enroute to my destination.

I maneuvered the car into the parking lot, turned off the engine and breathed… I was now feeling the butterflies in my stomach… and a tingle in my spine. I was going to finally meet him… and this wasn’t a dream.

A few minutes later I was at the arrival hall, looking for a familiar face… the flight landed 15 minutes early… and I was feeling lost. I wondered if he did take the flight… maybe…he hadn’t… maybe he saw me and decided otherwise… and from yet another perspective… well… I was wondering if he was watching me… from somewhere close… then I saw a missed call on my phone… it was him. He was already waiting for me… he had already spotted me… and he watched me look for him… famously 10 minutes later than the scheduled time of arrival.
A few phone calls later… and making me feel really guilty for not being able to spot him… and walking past him twice (trust me when I tell you… I didn’t even expect him to be on that side of the arrival lounge… closer to the pre paid taxi stand.

I said “Hi!”and hugged him… I did not ever feel that I only just met him… it felt like we had known each other forever… and were meeting after a rather long break (one night, a week before he arrived in my life, we actually spoke about how this moment in time would feel like… and we both felt the same)… the reality of the moment… well… exactly what we thought.

The drive home was filled with conversations in spurts… for it was amazing just to be together… short sentences… smiles… updates… and just small pieces of information to make each other comfortable and more smiles, more glances and yes many attempts to ruin my concentration on the road ;)

35 minutes later we reached home… Morris, still wanting to pinch himself to ensure that he wasn’t dreaming.

A New Start

Have always been the first to bail out… but here I am … 3 months later… completely enjoying the fun of being as adventurous as I possibly could’ve and still finding the same solace and same excitement as I write this piece.
She dreamt of love at first sight and spoke of it with childlike belief. But often she would be the first to walk back from a great challenge… we all know better as a RELATIONSHIP… she knew exactly what was required to be done and where she needed to change and yet she would simply stand back and look at like in retrospect and wonder. For her… love was always something that would happen to her and she would never have to look back and read old letters…. The ones that still brought a tear to her eyes of love she lost by her own fault and yet here she was standing waiting for this MAN who she imagined would be her knight in shining armour who would come into her life and rescue her from…. None other than HERSELF… for she had built this unique wall around her that would often suffocate her and yet she felt safe there for most of her life… there was nothing more she wanted than to be loved and yet her greatest fear was …well… to fall in love.
Sometime in her life she wished for love so pure that she felt it in her veins… and knowing her… she hid it well… often, being able to tell the world what to do and how to handle their relationships came easy to her and yet right now she was looking for a way to handle her own relationship.
She met this man… someone older and wiser. She did not know what the future held… but what the heck, what was the point of not falling in love and letting all the insecurities in the world get to her. She knew in her heart that it was the time to take a risk and move forward. The fear of losing herself kept diminishing as the day to meet her lover kept nearing… she quietened all the demons of her mind and set them free… free to be the demons they wanted to and yet she let herself fall in love. Knowing not what the consequences of this love would be… for she had only just chatted with him over the internet.
There were so many questions that popped up in her head… “What will meeting him feel like? What will the moment be like? Will my heart beat slow down or fasten? ” . Many thoughts filled her mind as she drove to the airport to meet him for the first time…
………………… stay tuned

WHY???

here are the ramblings of an evolving soul ... sometimes we meet our destiny and then ask.... WHY????

As I walk through the last 3 weeks.... there is a sense of dreaminess... the cravings of a love struck puppy least expecting to be loved finding a home... and wondering WHY ME????

Every thought is disconnected with the last and still there is this sense of freedom to learn ... learn to love more completely. We all dream of the perfect person to fit every dream and fill in every blank space in the imagination. and yet when someone comes along that just makes us feel that ... we start asking ourselves WHY???

We look at the world and believe that there is someone created just for us... and when we meet them... we see the miracle we wonder if its too good to be true and whether or not we are good enough to deserve that much love and acceptance... and then... we say... WHY???

We want to spend every living moment with this person... and we feel totally connected ... we want to move out of our self created boundaries and then wonder... WHY???

As I sit here and type aimlessly wondering WHY??? I see the beautiful white picket fence with the Sunflowers on the hedges just as I had seen it a couple of months ago and know that there was a message meant specially for me... a message that meant ... healing... the opening of the boundaries I created for myself... knowing that there is much that I must learn from this moment...

I have been blessed with many lessons through the people I have met. Often, people who breeze into my life and share so much of themselves with me, each, a step forward in learning more about me. These angels have walked into my life... accepted me for who I am... gained my complete and utter trust... loved me to perfection and always wanted the very best for me... but then there comes the moment of WHY???

The septic thoughts of I AM NOT GOOD ENOUGH TO DESERVE THIS... seep through and the descent begins... often leading to some truly forgettable thoughts finding expression ... and the expression finding manifestation. I am grateful for every lesson and learning... for there is a positive learning in unlearning. I have always been lucky to have received more than I have given... but I guess its time to give back :)

I just met the man of my dreams... and in saying this I'm defying the skeptic mind... I always believed that there was someone made just for me... and when I met him I was overwhelmed... I did not know how to justify being in love to myself.

And yet... with each day I find that I am more attracted... a little more adventurous... a little more dreamy... little more in love with being in love... if he is the man that the universe has chosen for me... I believe that he will have the patience to love me for the mad hatter that I am... for the fickle minded moron... for the queen of my fortress... He will break down all the walls I have created around my mind and let the rays of the sun... seep in and bring in a new day...

As I write this ... I can feel the love of the universe hold me close and love me more... for it is this lesson my soul is meant to learn... to give more that it receives... for there is not a reason why I must not be loved more... there is not a reason why love should not walk in the door and sweep me off my feet... I am a child of the universe and the abundance of love fills my life with so much more.

Today I choose to accept the miracle of love in my life... I am blessed... I accept myself just the way I am... I have learnt a new lesson from the infinite universe.

In accepting myself and allowing myself to love more freely... I have invited the abundance of the universe to fill my life

Look deep into your soul today... ask yourself WHY??? and let the wisdom of the universe lead you to your destiny!!!