On Prayers and Hope

I am feeling rather feverish today.
Maybe it is my body’s way of saying it has taken too much for too long.
Maybe it is my body’s way of saying “Rest”.

Physically and emotionally, I have had a crazy few weeks.

Atleast 4 high school students have lost their lives in our Austin neighborhood.
The community has been mourning and trying to find answers….when none exist.

Every friend and well-wisher has been giving me advise on what to say and not-to-say to Adi during these trying times.

Between and comings and goings of our busy life, I have tried to listen to Adi. I have urged him to talk to me about how he is feeling about the recent happenings. I have tried to tell him that the pain that these 4 high school students suffered has ended. But, their family and friends have to live with the pain (possibly forever) and not having answers.

I pray for the departed souls to rest in peace and for those that are left behind to find peace as well.

Adi is a man of few words. The only thing he observed was this – “Amma, we had to continue our classes right after receving the sad news. The quizzes, the homework, the finals…every thing continued. The school moved on. The world moves on, is it?” He didn’t say anything else…just that observation.

I felt very sad that he had to learn this sad truth at such a young age.

I told him that as a parent I only pray for 3 things, in this respective order.
I pray and hope for my children to be alive
I pray and hope for my children to be healthy
I pray and hope for my children to be happy

Everything else that the boys manage to do, to me, is like winning a huge mega lotto.

I don’t know if I got my point across to him. I pray and hope I did.

What have you told the kids about what you pray and hope for them? Message me.

Also, do me a favor.
Go find the kiddos.
Give them a giant 1 minute hug (Science: it takes a 20-Second hug to release Oxytocin).

Anyways, it is perhaps of all the crazy schedule and happenings around, I am feeling rather feverish today.

I think I am going to listen to my body and get some rest.
You rest up too.

Meaningful Mantras

In my younger days, I used to think mantras (or slokas, prayers) were all meaningless. I still recited them out of awe and respect for Appa who taught me with such passion and love.

However, now, as I age, I understand that mantras have more meaning than I can comprehend during this lifetime.

There is nothing religious about this. It is pure science.

I don’t want you to take my word for it. You never should.

Read about the science of the universe, cosmos, sound and how our body resonates.
Mull over it and share your learnings with me.

To get you started, here are a couple of links:
Thank you Srinivasan T Venkatraman for sharing awesome resource FE with me.

While, we are on this topic, here is my favorite song/mantra (or whatever else you want to call it) of all times – Bho Shambo Shiva Shambo.

You don’t have to understand the words, the meanings, the ethos…nothing.

Just listen….and feel the power.

I have heard many versions of “Bho Shambo Shiva Shambo” by many talented highly acclaimed singers recite it. Of all those, the 2 best versionsare the following:
* Maharajapuram Santhanam’s version is the best…because of the strength of his voice
* The version my dear friend Subashini Ganesan sang for me many decades ago in a dorm room when we had no strength left in us to get through the next page of some damn physics book in our freshman year. Unfortunately, I don’t have a recording of that powerful version. But, the sound and power of her singing it is safely stored somewhere as biochemicals in my brain and I can recall on it during my weak days. I am confident advancement in science will find a way to transfer that as mp3 some day soon. That is the day, I’ll retrieve her voice from my brain to share with you.

“Bho Shambo Shiva Shambo” words transliterated in English:
bhO shambhO shiva shambhO svayambhO

gangAdhara shankara karuNAkara mAmava bhavasAgara tAraka
nirguNa parabrahma svarUpa gamAgama bhUta prapanca rahita
nija guhanihita nitAnta ananta Ananda atishaya akSayalinga

dhimita dhimita dhimi dhimikiTa kiTatOm tOm tOm tarikiTa tarikiTakiTa tOm
matanga munivara vandita Isha sarva digambara vESTita vESa Isha sabEsha nitya niranjana nitya natEsha Isha sabEsha sarvEsha

All Kind of Miracles Happen. Don’t they?

Sometimes, just sometimes, before I go to war or after I come back from war, I stop under a tree, look at the flowers and say a prayer.

Not for myself..but for someone that might own a particular piece of real estate deep within the recess of my heart.

Lo and behold.

Prayers might sometime get answered.

And, I might find myself, yet again, underneath the same tree, same flowers, in utter gratitude.

Sometimes. All kind of miracles happen. Don’t they?