Street art

Our leisure time is so valuable we hardly realise, we are aware of it only wen we get to know how awesome we are,

These few images sketch made by us gives us an inspiration to be future artists, we hardly have painted any thing in our lives but this is awesome.

Treasure hunt by Wings

WINGS committee is organizing an event called “Treasure pleasure”. I am a part of this wonderful event, we have found this team name for our team “Treasure Hunters”. already feeling like hunting the clues. Its gonna be a supper fun on Sunday. Will add other team’s team name banners below, Enjoy reading.

Green friends


Here I am talking about plants. They just know how to please you. They always give. They give fruits, flowers, vegetables, wood and innumerable‚Äč things that we use in our day to day life. They attract negative energy and even die if it’s a lot of it. There is always a positive ambiance around them, it’s always a great satisfaction around greens.

There’s a story about lord Mahavir here it goes, …

Lord was standing in deep meditation under a mango tree, in a while a few kids who were playing around came near the mango tree. Fascinated seeing the ripened mangoes kids started to search for stones around, to get the mango. So the small creatures bought some good stones and started to throw on the mango tree.

One stone hit lord Mahavir, the kids panicked and reached to lord Mahavir to know weather he is hurt by their deed. There were tears in Mahavir’s eyes,

Kid out of enthusiasm asked lord “Hey lord, sorry if we have hurt you hard? That you got tears in your eyes” 

Lord said “Dear child I am not crying because I am hurt, but because when you threw stone on the tree he gave you fruits and when you threw it on me I couldn’t give you anything, this hurted me”

Even lord felt inferior to these mighty creatures. We should always be greatfull to thier sacrifices and learn art of giving from them, life is full of abundance how much you give, you grow more and more.

Motherhood


You can also share your story here…

My story is…

I got my labour pain and the excitement begained, it was 16-2-17 I wanted to wait till the clock struck 12. The pain was unbearable and the gynecologist of mine said it’s just not enough to deliver ( I thought he was kidding but he was damn serious), in short he needed me to get more pain. Oh my god please help me was the only thing in my mind, kudos to my mom who delivered 4 kids in a row and she was the one who was a great strength for me at this crucial stage of my life, I love her forever. Finally after all the mantra chants and prayers to God, full of sweat and thirsty throat, I delivered a baby girl on 17-2-17, I wanted to wait till 12am for this date :p , but it wasn’t at 12am that I delivered, I suffered for more unbearable 4 hours and the most wonderful miracle happened to me.

It was the most beautiful, blessed and bondfull moment of my life. Bond between me, my mother & my daughter. I was a mother now, the excitement was soo high that I was still speechless. I just want to keep seeing her. She is soo adorable. 

A month of good pee-potty-feeding passed.

And now started a month of witching hours. Every evening the colic attacks starts and that heartaching cry of her starts. Tried all medications, all excercises, but nothing works, i was ready to spend all time for her I just wanted her to get normal again, my love is suffering so much was my main concern.

Mother’s love is so priceless no one can replace it .. as one Gujarati poem says “janni ni jod sakhi nahi jade re lol” the most mesmerizing poem I have ever learnt. Though the nights are sleepless days are restless and life is selfless this time is such a bliss-bless. Motherhood is a boon in disguise, I m glad I am blessed.

True love

I can’t stay with him,

He annoys me to the core,

I can’t even stay without him,

He loves me more than crore,

He is the best man I have met ever,

In his company my heart goes pitter patter,

With him incomplete looks complete,

He loves like no one can compete,

His smile starts my day,

To love truly is his way,

Only he can make my heart sway.

Baby ? Angel

Softer than a feather,

Hold of her gives me pleasure,

My heart she’s stolen,

Ohh baby godess,

You’re golden.

A string of bond,

We two hold.

Love we share,

Can never be told.

My love my pride

Years later will be a bride

Miss u from now,

As u shall go

Mommy says stay blessed

Where ever u go.

The festival of colours..14 Jan.

Hey guys am here not talking about holi or Diwali, it’s about colourful kites and balloons flying up in the nude sky. In this festival dressing up is not at all a priority, shopping and all are least bothered about..What matters d most is the type of ‘Manja'(string attached to fly kite)is used and ‘Firki'(swivel) is specifically imported from Surat to show that extra attitude of kite flying. And the quality of this paper stucked (kite also called Patang) suported on two wooden sticks is considered to be very important ,it’s balance in d air, it’s weight in d air all these scientific experiments are tobe performed as a ritual over here.

On this day sesame laddus are made with great love by our beloved mom’s.. trust me it tastes more sweet coz of the love that she mixes with it. Some so called DJ’s of the premises bring their music system along to create that atmosphere of entertainment in d event.

The entire building’s crowd uninvitedly gathers on the tarrace with their own respective kites n firkis and a ambiance of fun-filled war begins. Just one blow of the wind takes your kite up high in the sky but wait boss your neighbours are here just to cut it off with their kites..As I said they get this best quality  manja imported mainly from surat. Sometimes it cuts the fingers too.

Miraculous me…


I wonder sometimes if I wasn’t born as human who would I have been?

Now that I m concieving a baby (my own personal baby..I swear it’s d biggest blessing) in the same way how blessed my parents would have been, the excitement they must have had when I was suppose to take birth in to this world, how they welcomed me so gracefully.I was such a beautiful miracle for them. They Fulfilled all my wishes, (all my tantrums and madness were handled so cleverly offcourse). Kudos to my parents for doing such a great job, I love them for everything.

I wonder how we will welcome this miracle in my Womb. Every moment is already soo special even outside this physical body and even inside. I was such a miracle than and even now it’s abig miraculous thing happening with me.Everything is so special. I am greatfull to God for all the phenomenon of this life and the coming life in me. Life is a very special gift we own.

Human’s or robot’s

A thought creeped my mind, is there any remote control for humans?.. walking, standing, sitting, sleeping, eating and all activities easily done.
We can run, play, feel, sing, hate, love, we can and we want to do anything and everything.

In short I felt like all robots moving around me, but who’s operating them?

Any force? Any God? Which God? If God is seeing us operating us the mystical power that he has,than why does one fall sick? why does one die?

Why there is a cycle of incarnation? Whats the full theory behind it? The spiritual self of us makes us live in a totally different world. In a stroke of a second the life is gone. We are no more a robot nor even a human we become a dead body.

Life is such a mystery, no one has known, there are no perfectly known answers to this…
But what matters is our greatfullness towards this life,it is said that we all hav got a limited stock of usage of things in our Karma of people and everything around us and wen our stock is over weather a person be young or old nothing can get that stock back… So be greatfull to whatever you hav got,whatever we eat, whoever we are with friends and family …

Give  as much as you can, give physically, emotionally and spread happiness and peace. All that you have given will come back to you in the next incarnation and even in this life too.

So live to your fullest, smile, spread smiles, give as much as you can, spread love and peace.

#india #mumbai #spiritual