Courage is a quality which very few have. With determination anything can be achieved. But courage is another thing.

In any adverse situation, the ability to buck up and fight back is courage.

For example:- a child knows that his parents are not able to pay for his school fees. If they do so, they would have to cut down on food, they would have to buy second hand uniforms and books and the child has to struggle a lot.

But the child knowing all of these, doesn’t care a bit and wants to go to school. He goes to school,learns the subject and undergoes a good amount hardship, simply to tally up between his home and school.

That definitely is courage.

To speak up against evil is courage.




Consciousness means world. Surprising isn’t it. Whatever you are conscious of, you are aware of.

If you aren’t, then it all means zilch-zero.

Consciousness entombs the fragrance of a beautiful rose, the sight of the bright sun, the aroma of an excellent food item.

It has the whole world in your sphere.

It is basically a way of seeing the world, in the way it is shown.

While making a pastry, you can’t see the cohesion of the ingredients but it is happening.

So, it isn’t a part pf your consciousness, yet it is. For when the pastry sets together and is fully prepared, then only you can have it. So, your consciousness is aware that the pastry is made and it is ready for consumption but you can’t see the inner micro details of each and every molecule of the pastry.

That’s a common place where consciousness can’t reach directly. It can if you take a tiny piece of that pastry and place it under a high power microscope, you would be able to see the finer details of it.

Your gastric system is supposed to be running up and fine. The moment it gives away, you have to run to the toilet, to………………………. So, till that of giving away, you were conscious that all was well, yet it happened. Maybe too much oily food or some stale left over food from the refrigerator.

However,that’s what consciousness is. It is very limited, yet superfine, yet unaware of most things and specifically of the beautiful things existent in this world.



Dearest “Eruch Uncle” Many,Many Happy Returns Of The Day.

Dearest “Eruch Uncle” Many,Many Happy Returns Of The Day.

It is unknown of the love we have for you.

In your light, warmth and care,

We have grown.

Be there with us always,

And do bestow your love.

It is a heart bursting proud moment for us,

To wish you Happy Birthday.

Be happy always.

My “Eruch” uncle is that light which guided God when he was on earth.

Many don’t know about him.

Moreover, my God stays with him,

In his brilliance and light.

He is one of the most fearless warriors of Baba.

Of the top notch.

Trained and molded by the Lord.

He is my, my mother’s and my father’s dearest.

He is the Lord Of the Lord’s.

One who has conquered divinity and is yet unaware of it.

He is the mojo of the mojos.

Lots and lots of love to you “Eruch” uncle.

I can’t express my feelings to you in this letter cum post.

It is much beyond the horizon in which I, Ma and Baba live.

Do take care of my ……. and us.

It is not worthy to fight a battle which has no meaning.

If I had had the capacity, I would have raised a big flag all over the universes,

Marking your birthday,

It’s those unfortunate one’s who would never know your glory.

It is a miracle.

Even the ones who don’t want God,

Don’t love him,

Want to wish you a happy birthday,

In the sly.

You are God’s beloved.

You are Parvardigar.

You are the light of the lights.

You are an ark,

And will remain so.

I love you and will always do.

Cakes and balloons.

Whatever we have cooked at home,

We offer it to you.

Whatever is our pain,

Please wipe.

Please bring Baba to us.

Please give us your warmth.

In this infinite world which is full of bullshit and nonsense and idiocy and hypocrisy and lust,

To one of Baba’s finest,

To the one who is Baba’s pride, love and a child who is a superstar,

And much beyond excellence,

I wish you a very happy birthday.



A Pattern Asked Me.

A pattern asked me,

“Can I weave a story?”

I replied-“Yes, you can. There’s nothing to stop you.”

“But I can’t find any story line. The designs are all confusing.”

I-“Weave a flower,

Weave a bird,

Weave a lily,

Let’s tide for a said word.

Weave a scent,

Whose fragrance shall last long enough.”

“I can weave such things.

I shall weave a lily first.

Then a rose.

Let me get to work,

For a pattern must set together,

Leave a permanent feature,

Which shall last more than the universe.”