Month: December 2023

“Your life dear fellow, is a missed opportunity. “

Life as a missed opportunity is a profound statement.

For that, firstly I need to ask “What is the goal of life?”. Is this life as a solitary entity? Or as part of a continuum with a prologue already gone through in an earlier lifetime, and with many more lives to come?

Any life in which we do not reach the stated goal would be a missed opportunity. Just as the World Cup final was a missed opportunity for the Indian cricket team.

The consolation is that even if we do not reach the goal, we do not have to start afresh in a new lifetime. So let us take the opportunity to evolve the most while we can. We assure ourselves of an elevated perch from which to begin the next life. And maybe in the quest for evolution, with the munificence of the Gods thrown in, we reach the holy grail of mukti in this lifetime itself. 😊🌸

“Forget about the next life. Why can’t we just live this life ?”

What is this life and is it part of a continuum? Who am I? These are necessary issues to grapple with in order that I am properly and fully live this life.

In no way should it dampen the zest for living.

And looking to our Indian cricket team’s heart break at the World Cup finals, I can’t help but say that the Lord is indeed kind to us.

Even though they reached the finals, next time, they need to start all over again. With nary a guarantee of even reaching the semi-finals.

Whereas we need to start over at the next ‘World Cup’, straight away at the finals. We get one more shot at it. And if we fail, then again one more. Then again one more.

Where are we right now? Where, on the scale of evolution?

Are we already playing our umpteenth finals?

High time we brought home the cup and let it be done with.

This game has gone on for too long.

The Indian team needs to defeat any of assorted creatures – kangaroos, kiwis, whatever. We only need to deal with that which is within.

On winning, the victory is for ever. Not so for the rotating World Cup.

I frequently wake up at night. With not a chance of sleep. Completely awake. More awake then I can ever hope to feel on actually getting up. I wonder how I am going to pass my time. While knowing perfectly well that well in the wee hours of morning, I am going to be feeling really sleepy.

This happens as we approach middle age.

This is nothing but kindness from the Lord.

This is a small pocket of time the Lord opens up when we can think of him. Alone. Exclusively.

So if possible, sit up and meditate. Try to think only and only of Him. Let your mind naturally gravitate towards Him.

Or if not that, just lie on bed thinking of Him. Silently recite the Hanuman Chalisa, Or whatever else is your forte.

But what about the bouts of anxiety and stress-inducing thoughts which often accompany the waking up. They are the mirage which reminds us of the sea. The real anxiety is the fact that life is passing by. Are we doing enough to realise the ‘I’ within? So treat the worldly anxieties as but beacons to remind us to re-orient ourselves to our goal.

These few minutes alone at night. This instance is a gift from the Lord. Accept it with gratitude. With grace. With love.

Om.