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.

Yet this is our favourite festival as its not just about flying kites its about flying our hearts out.

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

I just woke up alive…

How great it’s to know that I am alive,

Morning is so beautiful,

Sun is shining bright,

I am breathing normally,

And my heart is all fine,

When I have these thoughts in my mind,

Life is soo stressfree and full of flights,

Untill last night, the nightmares ate my mind,

Morning always bring new hope , new light,

Its just that we need to see that bright, side,

Last night my thoughts killed me,

I am glad I just woke up alive…