Going the Sanguine Way!

I read this article a long time back in Times of India and since then it has been in my thoughts and in my subconscious mind. I felt like sharing it with people hence uploading on my blog. Also, I do not have to search it on the internet every time.  :) 

The whole problem of man is how to meet with the woman, and the whole problem of the woman is how to meet the man. A Far Eastern myth says God created man and woman together not as two beings; they were joined in one body. But then there were conflicts. The woman wanted to go to the East and the man was not willing or, the man was ready to do something and the woman wanted to rest. They complained and God separated their bodies. Since then, every man is searching for his woman, and every woman is searching for her man.

Now it is such a big crowd that it is very difficult to find your woman, or man. The myth says that if you can find, everything fits; you again become one. But it is very difficult to find. However there is a way to find your woman, because the woman is not outside. There are only parallel similarities outside. When you fall in love with a woman, what happens? Somehow the outside woman fulfils your inner woman’s image, maybe not a 100 per cent, but enough to fall in love. When you fall in love with a man, what happens? Something inside you clicks and says, “Yes, this is the man, the right man”.

It is not a logical conclusion, it is not a syllogism. It is not that you find out all the pros and cons about the man and then you decide, or you compare the man with all the other men in the world, then you decide. Something happens out of the blue. Suddenly you see that this is the man whom you were waiting; for you carry an image of man outside, but you carry an image of a woman inside. You are both, and you go on looking outside. Nobody is going to fit 100 per cent, because the woman that you find outside has her own image about you; as you have your own image.

It is very difficult to fit with each other. So marriages are always on the rocks, and people, by and by, learn how to carry on peacefully. The whole Tantra method is: how to allow your inner man to meet with the inner woman. And when this becomes a circle, when this inner copulation happens, a great orgasm begins which knows a beginning but knows no end.  Then you are no more finite, you become infinite.

The Bauls sing:

My skin and bone are turned to gold
When the inner man and woman meet,
When Krishna and Kali become one
My skin and bone are turned to gold,
I am the reservoir of love,
Alive as the waves.

 

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http://www.speakingtree.in/spiritual-articles/new-age/meeting-your-soulmate-is-coming-full-circle

Hai Kuchh Din Ki Yeh Zindagi…..

Jee Le Isse Gale Se Laga Ke….

Muskurahaton Ko Chheen Ke

Khushiyon Ko Saath Bhaga Ke…

Inn Vadiyon Mein Kahin Kho Jaa…

Hai Kuchh Pal Iss Zindagi Mein…

Inhe Jee Bhar Ke Jiye Jaa….

 

Ek Seher Kisi Dost Ke Saath…

Ek Lamha Kisi Khaas Ke Saath…

Sambhal Uss Pal Ko Apne Paas….

Dil Mein Jalaye Rakh Ek Aas….

Aate Rahenge Yeh Pal Tere Paas…

Hai Kuchh Pal Iss Zindagi Mein…

Inhe Haste Haste Jiye Jaa…

 

Woh Tapri Pe Doston Ke Saath Chai…

Woh Kehna “Mera Ek Kaam Kar De Bhai…”

Raatein Kati Hai Uske Saath Phone Pe…

Mehekti Hai Yaadein Aaj Bhi Uske Chehre Se…

Koi Leke Aao Inhi Lamho Ko Wapas….

Tarasti Nigaahein Sab Ko Dekhne Ke Liye Bas…

Hai Kuchh Pal Iss Zindagi Mein…

Inhe Chhupa Le Apne Dil Ke Paas….

 

Na Aayenge Yeh Pal Kabhi Dobara…

Waqt Nikaal Ne Pe Bhi Na Hogi Mulaqat…

Niraash Na Ho Fula Khushi Ka Gubbara…

Utha Phone Aur De Waqt Ko Maat…

Jo Mil Paaye Saare Log Ek Saath….

Fir Jannat Swarg Yahin Hai Tere Haath…

Hai Kuchh Pal Iss Zindagi Mein…

Inhe Bhar De Muskurahaton Ke Saath!!!

 

 

Almost 2 years completed in a vast city-Pune and she still feels she has not explored it yet. A couple of years back, a girl in her mid-twenties moves from her native to a huge city to fulfill her dreams. The initial months included loads of troubles, fighting for basic necessities however she sailed through them as she saw her dream coming true. It was a new life completely with new city, new house, new inmates, new surroundings, new food, new language and new friends. She felt a strange connection with the city. She felt good. On the top of the world.

Oddly enough, life seemed to have a totally different plan for her. Her dreams shattered and the path to her goals detoured. It felt she immediately hit a black wall in a dark space and she was groping around to find something familiar. Something to cling to. Something to regain the enthusiasm. Something to bring back the smile.

Hope. A ray of hope was all that she needed to survive in that eerie path she was forced to walk upon. After several attempts she managed to cling on the hope she found. On the way, she met negativity, anguish and despair. All the three readily became the best of companions for her and her neglect towards hope became visible. Still hope did not give up. As she travelled the path, she consumed courage, strength and optimism that lead to a tremendous fight with her previous 3 companions.

Eventually, the three bad friends were dropped from the convoy and the girl marched with her trusted friend hope and reliable friends – courage, strength and optimism. The lass discovered the road less travelled that was filled with marsh, damp and quicksand; only to lead to a beautiful green ways with trees, flowers, bushes and birds.

The war with situations is still on. She has now found a new road to her goals and ambitions despite the detour. The girl accepted the detoured path and made her own. She sat on top of a hillock one day overlooking the city and said to the city….

“Initially when I met you, I fell in love with you instantly. However you hated me and dint want to accommodate me. You tried all your ways to kick me off from this city however, I stayed. The journey horrified me and even though now I hate every part of you; I have simply accepted you as a part of my life. It’s no more a love-hate relation but a compromising one. I am here to stay, no matter what. Like most other girls who fulfilled their dreams, I will fulfill them too and not run away like those who could not make it to their destination.”

The girl then realized she was “just another girl in just another city”. Nothing special. Nothing over the top. A plain agreement with life in that city.

The Inner Conflict

A wounded, scared and bruised inner self that does not connect with the outer entity is a partial existence of oneself. It is difficult to live without the two being in synchronization with each other. Life is dull and bland- more mechanical with the Inner Conflict.

Certain scars in life are deep rooted that affect this inner self and lose connectivity with the spiritual side of you.  Things are not easy. It’s harder each day as it passes when situations are out of control and not in favor of you.  However, time heals everything and hope is the gateway to newer horizons. Things get back to normal.

The question still remains. How to get re-connected with the inner you? The past may haunt you day in day out and instill fears of the unexpected. How to get over all these and be the same you were before troubles hit you?

Here are some ways to connect and get rid of the conflict:

  • Go for a quiet walk every day.
  • Spend time reading books or listening to music.
  • Take a break from the routine and go for a holiday.
  • Spend more time with your family.
  • Meet old friends who will encourage you and talk with you.
  • Engage in your hobbies that you might have left untouched over some time.
  • Keep away from any addictive material like caffeine, alcohol etc.
  • One needs quiet time everyday in silence to figure things out and answer certain questions.

Lastly, I would conclude this post by saying, hope is the key to survival during bad times but just surviving is not enough. The internal and external entities need to be well related in order to stay happy. Wish you a steady and peaceful life.

Excerpts from Zahir- Part 1

These are some of my favorite excerpts from the book The Zahir by Paulo Coelho. This book has indeed helped many lives to gain an in depth understanding about love, life, happiness, and spouse and continues to change lives of millions. A must have on the shelf. Recommended for those who love  spirituality and philosophy.

Zahir, in Arabic, means visible, present, in capable of going unnoticed. It is someone or something which, once we have come into contact with them or it, gradually occupies our every thought, until we can think of nothing else. This can be considered either a state of holiness or of madness.

Freedom continues to be the thing I prize most in the world. Of course, this has led me to drink wines I did not like, to do things I should not have done and which I will not do again; it has left scars on my body and on my soul, it has meant hurting certain people, although I have since asked their forgiveness, when I realized that I could do absolutely anything except force another person to follow me in my madness, in my lust for life. I don’t regret the painful times; I bear my scars as if they were medals. I know that freedom has a high price, as high as that of slavery; the only difference is that you pay with pleasure and a smile, even when that smile is dimmed by tears.

We humans have two great problems: the first is-knowing when to begin; the second is-knowing when to stop.

“I don’t know if everyone is unhappy. I know they’re all busy: working overtime, worrying about their children, their husband, their career, their degree, what they’re going to do tomorrow, what they need to buy, what they need to have in order not to feel inferior, etc. Very few people actually say to me: ‘I’m unhappy.’ Most say: ‘I’m fine; I’ve got everything I ever wanted.’ Then I ask: ‘What makes you happy?’ Answer: ‘I’ve got everything a person could possibly want—a family, a home, work, good health.’ I ask again: ‘Have you ever stopped to wonder if that’s all there is to life?’ Answer: ‘Yes, that’s all there is.’ I insist: ‘So the meaning of life is work, family, children who will grow up and leave you, a wife or husband who will become more like a friend than a real lover. And, of course, one day your work will end too. What will you do when that happens?’ Answer: There is no answer. They change the subject.”

“No, what they say is: ‘when the children have grown up, when my husband—or my wife—has become more my friend than my passionate lover, when I retire, then I’ll have time to do what I always wanted to do: travel.’ Question: ‘But didn’t you say you were happy now? Aren’t you already doing what you always wanted to do?’ Then they say they’re very busy and change the subject.”

Paulo Coelho’s Official Blog: http://paulocoelhoblog.com/

1. Update lecturer’s one-liners and spoken English blunders on         Facebook and send as messages to friends.

2. Facebooking (yeah that’s an activity)

3. Tweeting

4. Draw/sketch lecturer’s faces on paper.

5. Chat on gtalk, text messaging.

6. Pass chits in class.

7. Click photographs of people sleeping in class

8. Ohhhh most important -> Sleeping

9. Eating chocolates, mentos, halls, Pass Pass.

10. Sketching abstract design/ modern art.

11. Play games like criss-cross, hangman, connect the dots.

12. Pick up friends’ calls and say, “Dude, I’m in lecture call you later”

13. Sprinkle water on face from bottle if caught sleeping.

14. Compose poems, shayari

15. Last but not the least, writing such stupid stuff while presentation is going on

Transition

Transition or a phase between 2 entirely different worlds is a very interesting time. I am flagging off my blog with this post as I am about to embark a new journey a week from now to a new world. As I write, I am already passing the transition phase from job front to academic life.

I am on a month long break before my college starts and that was the transition. From professional life to a college life, living in a flat with roommates to staying in a hostel, from cooking food for self to mess food, leaving some great friends to making new ones. It feels as if you are taking a 180 degree turn and seeing a new world in front of you. So here I am all geared up with a makeover-external and internal and prepared to face the challenges of 2 years ahead.

It has given me ample time to re-think and connect with self. The very much needed break gave me stability to calm my mind and compose myself. In line with my blog name-Sanguine Thoughts, I am ending the note on a cheerful way, feeling a “feel good factor” about the B-school, inmates and the surroundings!

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