New Year - New Dreams

What the new year 

Brings to you , will depend a 

Great deal, on what you bring

To the New year

This year do more of what 

Already working for me

To be the one who 

Is so busy improving yourself

That, you don't have time for 

Regrets, drama and 

Negativity.

Do not work more 

Than you live.

This year make a new resolution

To be yourself,

To make today worthy remembering 

Clear out the clutter. Less shopping 

Work out to stay healthy,

Not to be thinner.

To do random acts of kindness and service

Less couch , more workouts

Less talking, more listening

Less complaints, more smiles

Ignore any opinions that do not 

Enhance life.

To stay away from people who 

Drain your energy

To make time , not excuses 

Identify the essential, eliminate the rest

The less you own, the less owns you

Minimalism is not having less

It's about making room for more of

what matters

Simplicity is the ultimate

Sophistication 

To make myself rich, by making 

My wants few.

Live in the moment

Start each day with gratitude

Laugh more

To create meaningful connections

Meditate

Stick to your goals. Be generous 

Choose happiness 

Thank you 2023 for the learnings, memories, happines and blessings 

Let's embrack on a new chapter of life

Living behind , what no longer serves

Welcoming New year 2024 with greatful heart

And much gratitude 

New year, New dreams, New me

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Go Global Stay Local

It was half past 7 in the evening when our doorbell rang nonstop. The first time it rang I could hear from inside my house a group of people conversing loudly. I opened the door to my amazement - Boom, it was a group of kids dressed like vampires, zombies, ghosts, witches, and whatnot. I was shocked for a second and the kids wished me a ''Happy Halloween" aunty and asked for candies and gifts. I was not prepared for this. So gave them toffees. So, one set of little Halloween left. But this phenomenon occurred repeatedly in the period of every 15 minutes and I was running out of candies, as at my home we store very little or no candies in our refrigerator. We avoid sugar and packed snacks. Every time the doorbell rang R used to run towards the fridge to find toffee to give to his friends. Our stock of candies got over very quickly. But the doorbell was ringing until 10 pm in the night. Where R was fast asleep, being my early raiser kid. I was awake with my half-eye open; I kept on telling the little cute witches and vampires - Sorry our stock got over. hmmmmmm. And yes, R was not part of this celebration, he didn't like the idea of celebrating. According to him, it is not written in any of the Indian scriptures. And also, because, he knows its origin, why this festival came into existence. Yes, I had told the story of why and when it dated back that this festival was celebrated and came into existence. And somehow, he is not in favour of celebrating ' Bhoot Divas', I call it this way. And I being a good understanding mom completely respect his decision, and also of those cute little kids who were rooming around the entire society in celebrating Halloween until 11 pm dressed like witches. 

That night I was happy to talk with kids whom I had known for more than 9 years and never even exchanged a smile when I tried to smile at them, nor did they try to greet me when I wanted to have a conversation with them. At least with this celebration, I was able to talk to them and know their name and exchange smiles, and most importantly, I gave them toffee and candies. The next day morning when I went down to drop R off at his school bus at the main gate of our society, where most of the kids wait, I saw a few kids who were at my place the previous night asking for candies and gifts, I was expecting them to give a smile or just say hello, to my amazement, they just turned their face. I was not so elevated by this behaviour, thinking let me break the ice and I smiled back at them, thinking one or the other day they would understand. A week passed by there came the biggest festival of the year, which is celebrated on a larger scale. This festival is like home calling for an Indian. It is a festival of love, laughter, and lights - Diwali- The festival of lights. Where elders and the ladies of the house start being busy in the preparation for this festival 10 days before, making yummy snacks along with kids. Cleaning and decluttering the old things which are no longer used. At my house, R and I make small goodie bags for his friends. R paint the mud diya and make handmade cards to send Diwali wishes. And I prepare snacks at home which will be packed in a silk bag along with diya and card. R distributed these goodie bags going to his friend's place and wished them "Happy Diwali". And takes this to his school too and distributes it to his friends. We both just love making this every year. Wearing new clothes and bursting crackers should not be the main thing of this festival. Of course, it is a part of it. But the main idea of Indian festivals is, that they unite people. Festivals help us to embrace our culture and religion. And it is very helpful in breaking the monotony of life. To my amazement, any of those kids who were rooming around dressed like witches and whatnot were neither bothered to wish on "Diwali". This made me write down this post.

R along with his friend busted crackers. He is not keen on polluting the air, but this year he wanted to show me that he is not afraid of crackers anymore and he busted a few rockets and very few small bijli and bombs. I being a spectator was just standing by his side to see his enthusiasm and smile. But my mind was constantly thinking about days that I cherished from my childhood, especially during festivals and pooja. That enthusiasm about taking part in all the small things too big. Where we wanted our outmost contribution and make our parents feel happy and proud. We used to get up early in the morning, and take a bath then decorate the house with flowers and the ladies put beautiful rangoli and those yummy mouthwatering dishes that we used to just gulp. I don't see that in today's generation. When we enjoy our kids celebrating Halloween so enthusiastically, why can't they follow our culture and go to houses wearing traditional attire and wishing people who live in their neighbourhood and get their blessings? Doing these kids will get blessings along with yummy traditional food. We cannot blame the younger generation. Kids do what they see. So, people wake up our cute little people watching us. We have to set an example for them. But we keep blaming our kids for not listen etc. It is not only important to teach our children about the importance of our festival, culture, and knowledge behind each festival we celebrate, but most importantly we need to follow it. 

 

There is no problem in celebrating a festival that is not even routed in India. We Indians truly believe in the concept of 'Vasudhaiva Kutumbakam". and have no problem celebrating " Halloween" or "Ancestors Day" or anything for that matter. By the way 'Halloween" dates back to the ancient Celtic festival of Samhain. These Celts who lived 2,000 years ago, mostly lived in the area that is now Ireland, it is believed that on this day, the souls of the dead returned to their homes, so people dressed in scary costumes and lit bonfires to ward off spirits. I doubt any of these kids were educated who were celebrating this festival rather than knowing its origin. In India, we don't wear scary outfits to ward off our ancestors but we do pooja and get their blessings in the month of the Hindu calendar ''Pitru Paksha". (I know it is debatable) Studying ancient history allows us to have a better grasp of our cultural heritage and intellectual growth. We all know that we couldn't be who we are today if we don't understand our culture. We are a land of belonging rather than blood. India is a country in which every great religion finds a home.

 

But we should tell our kids that Indian festivals are a time to live, love, celebrate, and enjoy with family and friends. It is a time for endless joy and excitement. There are perks of staying in metropolitan cities like Delhi, Bangalore, Chennai, and Mumbai, we get to witness different cultures in one place. I feel it is very important for our kids to see and get involved in all the festivals. Diwali, Navaratri, Kartik month pooja, and Ganesh Chaturthi are the biggest festivals which are celebrated by being at home and welcoming positivity into our life. Engage kids in being creative, cooking, and baking. Exchange food with neighbours. Enjoy the different cuisines and their delicacies during festivals. Encourage them to participate in various cultural activities (Not only Halloween) going around as there is no better way to learn than this and showcase their talent. This is a way to let them be a part of the dazzling fairs and festivals and discover the real life of India in a very special way filled with endless joy and excitement. Festivals are a time to rejoice and cherish memorable experiences. I see people going on vacation, locking the doors. It is an individual's choice. But now things have changed for our times. As we now talk about not busting crackers on Diwali. Save water on Holi. So, let our kids not miss out on everything related to their culture.

A country as diverse as India is symbolized by the plurality of its culture. It is the seventh-largest country by area and the second-most populous country globally. For ages, it has been a land of sages, and saints. Epics like Ramayana and Mahabharat are the real evidence that depict the strong Indian culture.  Once a great scientist said, "We owe a lot to the Indians, who taught us how to count, without which no worthwhile scientific discovery could have been made". These lines were said by the great - Albert Einstein. Embrace the diversity of Indian festivals and celebrate the unity it symbolizes. Because the greatness of culture can be found in its festival. Don't allow that to fade away. Throughout the year, in all religions, in all seasons, we Indians find a reason to worship almost everything and everyone, from people to Gods, from animals to plants, from planets to stars. So don't forget the roots where we belong.

Whatever affects one directly affects all indirectly" lines by -"Martin Luther King Jr".  It is in the roots, not the branches, that a tree's greatest strength lies. Set high-level benchmarks for the future generation. So, people "Celebrate globally but don't forget to stay local". Being Indian we believe in "Vasudhaiva Kutumbakam" & "Atithi Devo Bhava" but don't lack behind saying "Vande Mataram"......... 

Go Global - Stay Local........

Temple Diaries ( Part - 3 )

The third day in Madurai was relaxing and a shopping sphere. We bought a few famous Madurai Sungundi cotton sarees, a fabric which is made in the city of Madurai. That night we packed our bags and went to sleep early the next day journey was to one of my favorite destinations which cannot be missed en route Rameshwaram. Which has great mythological facts and history. Dhanushkodi, which is located at the southeastern tip of Pamban Island. It is located around 20km away from Rameshwaram. The name "Dhanush" literally means ' end of bow', which denotes the legend of Lord Rama and the Hindu sacred text Ramayana. One of the smallest towns in the world, with a length of just 50 yards, Dhanushkodi is the land border between Sri Lanka and India. It is around 15km away from Sri Lanka. The town has a vast stretch of beach, running up to 15km, which is surrounded by the Bay of Bengal and the Indian Ocean on the other side. Dhanushkodi is also called the 'Last land of India'.

According to legend, Dhanushkodi is the place where Lord Rama, Lord Lakshmana Hanuman, and his vanara army had built a bridge to Lanka to rescue Goddess Sita who was under the captivity of the demon Ravana. This bridge was known as Ram Setu. After winning the war, Lord Rama won the battle and crowned Vibhishana, brother of Ravana, as the king of Lanka. Vibhshana later told Rama to destroy the bridge of Ram Setu, upon his request Lord Rama broke the bridge with the end of his bow. This is the reason why the place has been named Dhanushkodi, which means 'end of bow'. We enjoyed the drive watching the ocean on both sides while reaching the tip of Dhanushkodi. It was 5 pm, and we witnessed the mesmerizing sunset. One can see the TV tower of Sri Lanka which is only 15 km from Dhanushkodi. R was very happy to see the beauty of the ocean and was eager to play in the water. We were dropped off by the driver at a certain point where one needed to walk to reach the tip of the land. In that zone, there was no network and our phones were out of reach. 

Witnessing the vast huge never-ending ocean, there were no boundaries for my happiness. It made me feel tiny, humble and inspired. At sea, I learned how little a person needs. Not how much. After spending a nice time near the ocean, we all started towards KothandaramaSwamy temple, which is believed to be 500-1000 years old. This is where Lord Rama did the Pattabhishekam of Vibhashana after Ravana was killed in the war by Rama. This story is depicted in paintings across the walls inside the shrine. After blissful darshan, we walked 30-40 steps towards the sea which was connected to the Indian Ocean, opposite this temple, where one can see the stone which is kept in front of Shivling, which was once used by Hanuman and his vanara army to built Ram Setu. Even to this day these huge stones are preserved by the Government of Tamil Nadu and are kept for darshan. To our amazement even to this day, the stone floats in water. We all took darshan of this stone which was kept on our head for blessings. Isn't amazing. Later we visited our famous "Missile Man of India, Dr. APJ Kalam sir at, the central residence, which is a 10-minute walk from Rameshwaram. This house has been converted into a small museum with the photos and memorabilia of Kalam sir.

Later we reached our hotel which was a beautiful resort, and spent a relaxed evening, as the next day we got to visit the Rameshwaram temple. This temple is considered a holy pilgrimage for Hindus. Mythological accounts depict the presiding deity the Lingam of Ramanathaswamy (Shiva), as having been established and worshipped by Lord Ram before he crossed his bridge to the island of Sri Lanka, it is one of the Char Dham pilgrimage sites comprising Badrinath, Puri, Dwarka, and Rameshwaram. According to the Hindu epic - Ramayana, Rama was the 7th avatar of the god Vishnu prayed to Shiva here to absolve any sins that he might have committed during his war against the demon-king Ravana in Lanka. As per Shiva Purana, the jyothirlinga shrines are believed to be the places where Shiva is said to have appeared as a fiery column of light. Originally there were 64 jyothirlingas, of which 12 are considered sacred to Lord Shiva. Each of the 12 jyothirlingas sites is a different manifestation of Shiva. This was our 5th Jyothirling darshan. We wanted to have the best darshan of lord Mahadev, hence we opted for a VIP darshan, which includes MahaRudra Abhishek, along with the entire family. My parents, sis, and my family. My family R, myself, and N this was our 5th Jyothirling darshan. And this was one of the most mesmerizing darshan we ever had.

The next morning we all got up and were ready by 3.30 am. Yes, early morning. One of the temple people who helped us and was in charge of our darshan. We started towards the temple at 4.15 am. We opted for two darshans, one the "Spatika Mani" darshan which was a lifetime experience and should not be missed. In Rameshwaram temple, this Mani darshan is held in the early morning every day. This"Mani" is made of 'spatik', which is a precious crystal in the form of " Holy Shivling". According to legend, this is "Mani" of "Sheshnag" ( The snake on which Lord Vishnu rests). As part of the ritual, before the main darshan one has to do 22 kund (Wells) snanam (bath). This starts with Samudra snanam at Agri Theertham. It is believed that the first kund/theertham lies submerged under the sea. So we all reached this Agri Theertham at 4.30 am and took the holy dip. later entered inside the main temple to have an entranced darshan of 'Spatik' mani. Once we entered the main sanctum there were thousands of devotees to have this once-in-a-lifetime darshan. We entered the VIP darshan lane, and upon taking the ''Spatik'' mani darshan there were no boundaries to my happiness. I felt like a small feather in front of that glaze, the brightness of that mani darshan. Felt blessed.

After mani darshan, there comes the 22 kund/well snanam or bath. A medium-sized bucket of water is poured on the devotee's head before entering the main sanctum. All these kunds/theertham are inside the premises of the main temple. With my hands folded, head down, eyes closed and I continuously chanted" Om Namaha Shivay" and "Om Namo Narayanaya". Took the 22 Kund bath. I was worried after taking 22 kund snanam, R should not catch a cold or cough. I was in the middle of my anticipation when the man poured a bucket full of water over me, in the early morning hours, my clothes got wet and heavy and my body felt light. I didn't feel the water was cold. There was so much energy through my head to toe, that I was getting goosebumps all over my body. This phenomenon is to be repeated 21 more times to complete the 22 kund snanam. R was jumping in joy holding an empty bottle on his head which I had carried to collect all those 22 kund water back home. Every time the water was poured bottle was filled. Holding my dad who is in his late 70s, and a great Mahadev bhakt. He had tears in his eyes and chanting Har Har Mahadev. My sis was holding my mom, who was on a race to reach the kund/well. Since we had taken VIP darshan there were hardly any people in Kund Snanam.

We all followed the directions of the person who was heading us through our darshan. The 22 kund water goes in this direction - firstly, Mahalakshmi theertham the one submerged in the ocean, followed by Gayathri, Savitri, Saraswati, Gavya, Gavyaksha, Nala, Neela, Sethumadhava, Gandhamadhava, Brahmahatya, Vimochana, Shanku, Surya, Chandra, Chakra, Shiva, Sarva, Satyamrita, Gaya, Ganga, Yamuna and finally Kodi. It is believed that sprinkles from Kodi theertham are equivalent to taking a dip in the holy Ganges. As I moved from one Kund to another, I had an observation that the temperature and salinity of the water kept changing. While the water was mostly warm, the taste varied from neutral to sweet. Every Kund has a green board that shares anecdotes from the epic Ramayana which talks about sins washing off your body. The Kund has been arranged in such a way that by the time you come to the 22nd Kund, you are absolved of all the sins. After taking 22 Kund baths we all were drenched from head to toe. We were told especially not to take tap water baths at least for that day. And then let the body soak in the holy water and all its healing properties. 

After 22 Kund snanam, we all changed our clothes and started towards the main Sanctum where arrangements were made for our MahaRudra Abhishek. Verses from the Rudram Chamkam were chanted by two pandits. We all sat and did pooja and started towards the main scantum holding Kalash in hand filled with milk. I had taken Ganges water which was bought from Gomuk, which is in UtarKashi of Gangotri glacier by my BIL. It is believed that lord Mahadev will be pleased with whoever gets the Ganges from Gomuk the starting point of the Ganga in the the Himalayas. After 22 Kund snanam, we all felt calm and peaceful and felt light and more conscious in the present moment. One has to witness this once in a lifetime. We along with my entire family watched the Abhishek to Lord Ramanathswamy from Ganges water and milk, all chanting Har Har Mahadev, my heart was pounding nonstop with the energy looking at lord Ramanathswamy. Every person under the roof was chanting some or the other verses. In that chaos, I felt so much peace in my heart. I found myself standing alone in front of the gleaming Shiv ling, As I got a nudge to move forward I saw Shiv ling and closed my eyes to capture it. Thank the lord for making this life clear from all the sins that we did knowingly or unknowingly and for starting a fresh life with a lot of positivity, contentment, love, and belongingness with my entire family.

After having a blissful darshan we were handed over the flower mala and prasad by the pandit who was with us on this entire journey and walked towards the exit of the temple. It was 7.30 am and we were out of the temple witnessing the best darshan of our lifetime. While walking towards exit we used to halt every 2 minutes to admire the architecture of the temple with 1000 colorful pillars and ceilings adorned with depictions from epic Ramayana. Time to start towards our hotel as we had 3 hour's drive to Madurai where we had to catch our train to back home to Bengaluru. I thanked and prayed for all his blessings which go far beyond anything we could ever dream of. I thanked god for protecting me from what I thought I wanted and blessing me with what I didn't know I needed. One should stop worrying about the potholes in the road and celebrate the journey because Life is a journey. Travel it well."

Concluding my Temple Diaries. Until I travel to a next expedition......

Temple Diaries ( Part - 2)

A temple visit is a reminder of the sacredness of time and the importance of spending it in meaningful ways. In the temple, we seek solace from the chaos of the inner world and find inner peace. Tamil Nadu has more temples than any other state in India. It is said Tamil Nadu is home to more than 400,000 Hindu temples and is aptly called " The land of temples". These temples are shining examples of our cultural heritage with the finest architectural creations that take you back to the Dravidian, Chola, and Pallava dynasties. Most of these temples were built in Medieval times. On our first day in Madurai, after Meenakshi amma darshan we visited Balaji temple and Kartikeya Swamy shrine which was a one-hour drive from Madurai city. These two temples are situated on the hills. We enjoyed the lovely evening pleasant drive, to our surprise Madurai weather was cool and windy due to rain. It was no less than Bengaluru weather, which was a blessing in disguise.

After having a soulful darshan we reached Madurai and had dinner in the famous outlet called " Sree Sabarees", who serve the yummy dosas, Idly, Vada. We all relished the food and went to sleep early since we had a 2 hour of journey the next morning. Our second day tour was to one of the most sacred temples. Tiruchirappalli is an ancient city in India's southern Tamil Nadu state. The Kaveri and Kollidam rivers flow around Srirangam Island. The Ranganatha Swamy is the main deity worshipped largely in this city. The temple and its artwork are subjecte to numerous different Tamil legends in regional Puranic texts. Srinranga Mahathmiyam, for example, is one of the compilations of the temple mythology about its origins. According to it, Brahma was performing austerities during the Samudra Manthana (churning of the cosmic ocea) , and Sriranagam Vimanam emerged as a result. It remained in Satyaloka for ages and was brought to Ayodhya by king Ikshvaku. After Rama, an avatar of Vishnu had killed the evil demon Ravana, he gave it to King Vibhishana who wanted to be with Rama. When Vibhishana passed through Trichy en route to Sri Lanka where he had become the king, the Srirangam Vimanam would not move from the island. So, he gave it to a local kind Dharmavarma, if the king consecrated the Vimanam to face the south cardinal direction eternally, blessing him and Lanka. Hence, it is that the diety (in a reclining posture) faces South, his body aligned to the east - west axis.

The temple complex includes over 50 shrines. These are dedicated to Vishnu, Lakshmi as well as Vaishnava scholars and poets. The shrine to Vishnu displays him in his various avataras, as well as his iconography. For example, Sri Ranganathaswamy temple shrines include those of Chakkaratalvar, Narasimha, Rama, Hayagriva, and Gopala Krishna. It was the 3rd day of Navratri, and expecting the crowd we took special darshan. Being a devotee of Lord Vishnu, I was thrilled and eager to get the darshan. At my home and my mom's house one can hear the hymes chanting from Vishnu Sahasranama morning and evening time. My mom regularly chants these scared hymes of Lord Vishnu religiously. Upon reaching inside the temple suddenly my mom's leg started hurting her so badly that she was barely able to walk. We along with my dad and R were almost   inside the line, mom and sis got stuck outside the line way to darshan. Mom was in great pain. We were very worried, seeing her in that condition, and were apprehensive thinking how she will get the darshan. But the Lord has his plans. Within a minute a guard came along with a police security who is in charge of the temple authorities took mom and sis from the special entry, and they both directly entered the main sanctum within minutes in front of us.We were in shock and were equally happy in joy, seeing this beyond belief happening. My mom walked and took the darshan of Lord Ranganatha Swamy and was in a teary eye with heart full of gratitude. This clearly shows the presence of God to his devotees who do his service without any expectations in return. Whenever God calls us for a task, he will equip us and enable us to complete that task.

I was in great hurry to get the darshan of the lord. Finally, we all reached the main sanctum and people chanted Govinda - Govinda. The main shirne of lord Ranganatha is in the innermost courtyard. The sanctum has a golden vimana (crown tower over the sanctum sanctorum). It is shaped like a Tamil Omkara (Om symbol), shows anthropomorphic Paravasudeva on its gable, has an etching of Ramanuja as well on it, and is plated with gold. Inside, a 6- metre (20ft) edifice of Rangantha reclining on Adisesha, the coiled serpent, can be seen. My heart was at the race the moment I saw the lord . There was no boundary for my happiness and I was outbursted with tears and emotion. Took a while for me to settle down. It happens when one's life journey is filled with almighty's blessing. When one focuses on being a blessing, God makes sure that you are always blessed in abundance. Indeed, it was a blessed darshan. We all took the prasad and started walking towards the exit, watching the beautifully carved pillars with detailed art.

India is rich in art and architecture, which is seen in the temples of India. Architecture is a visual art and the building speaks for itself. It is belived that this temple is the most illustrious Vaishnava temples in South India, rich in legend and history. Beyond the ancient textual history, archaeological evidence such as inscriptions refer to this temple, and these stone inscriptions are from late 100 BCE to 100 CE. Hence, making it one of the oldest surviving active temple complexes in South India.

After having a blissful darshan we all started towards the famous - Jambukeswararar Temple in Trichy. Jambukeswararar temple dedicated to Lord Shiva is located in Thiruvanaikaval in Trichy district and is one of the Pancha Bhoota ( 5 element temple). This temple is dedicated to the water element - Jambu Lingam. It is said to have been built by the early Cholas around 1800 years ago. It is one of the major 5 Shiva temples that represent five great elements. The temple represents the element "neer" which is water. True to its powers, the underground water stream at the sanctum of the temple is always filled with water, irrespective of any season. Underneath the Linga form of Shiva, a spring comes and is a divine gift of the God. In the temple one can witness Monolithic stone pillars and stone chains and12 zodiac signs which are beautifully carved.

A legend says this temple is endowed with 5 praharams. (corridor) As lord Shiva himself built the 5th praharam, appearing in the form of a spider, it is knownas " Thiruneettan Thirumathil". It is here lord Shiva blessed a spider and elephant to attain moksha. I feel so proud of the ancient and mythological stories of our temples, devotees are blessed both in this birth and next birth. One who worships Goddess Ahilandeswari will be blessed good education and intelligence, marriage, and wishes for a child to be fulfilled. By coming around the fifth divine wall known as "Thiruneettan Thirumathil" one's wish will be fulfilled. By this, we covered one of the Pancha Bhoota temples - dedicated to water element.

On our way back to Madurai, with a heart full of gratitude and blessing, watching the bright blue sky and open fields, those long open roads, I was enjoying the journey and felt so content and happy. I believe in creating happiness rather than looking for it through other means. Because very little is needed to make a happy life. A warm hug, elders blessings, a child's love towards his mother, loving family, and grace follow you.

To be continued......

Temple Diaries ( Part - 1)

On a warm - breeze night we started our train journey. It has been almost a decade since we sat on the train and R's first train journey. My son had just seen the moving train when we used to come across a railway track crossing, it was a mixed feeling for him. He is an extremely fastidious kid where cleanliness and hygiene come first, and we as parents want him to experience this new environment. We want him to be accustomed and be habituated. Since our summer vacation was jam-packed with renovating our home, we planned for a Dussehra vacation where I could take along my parents too, It has been quite a while since they traveled. In the urge to complete at least one Jyotirling a year, we planned for the nearest one. We booked our train tickets well in advance, due to the Navratri rush. The places that are visited largely, and my favorite Madurai, and Rameshwaram. I visited Madurai in 2006 when I was working with GE and this place is very close to my heart. We have Meenakshi Amma idol in our house pooja room which I worship morning and evening religiously. 

Yes, there comes the day of our journey - 1st day of Navratri. We had a night train journey to Madurai. We all reached Majestic Railway station in Bengaluru and everything was looking so new to me. I don't even remember when I last visited this railway station. There were large numbers of crowds, coolie, and people running around to catch their train pushing each other. Old elderly people, and small kids sleeping on the platform. People resting in the waiting lounge to catch their next train. I was happy to see all this where I was reliving my childhood memories when I had traveled once or twice to my maternal grandma's house in our Dusshera vacation. R was in mixed feelings seeing all this and was apprehensive and asked me mumma, I hope inside the train will be neat and clean as we need to travel overnight sleeping. His dad took him on a small tour while were waiting for our train, and explained to R what is a platform, where we can check our train number and how to locate it, etc. Somehow R was making himself adjust to this entirely new environment.

One can learn life lessons on these railway platforms. For me railway stations have always been a fun factor. As a kid, I used to enjoy train journeys. Way back 80's kids especially girls have a great fascination for railway stations, after watching the very famous Bollywood blockbuster movie DDLJ. One of my favorites(haha) What do these cross tracks remind us? I feel " life is always on the move". It is a place of hello's and goodbyes", " arrivals and departures". For me it is a crossroads of dreams and aspirations". And we as parents wanted R to see and experience the hard facts and reality of life. Which is usually not seen in an Airport, which looks so sophisticated, neat, and set.  After a wait there you go, our train just reached the platform and we all boarded the train and sat in our reserved seats. It was a 2-tier AC section, where one can easily have a relaxed night's journey sleeping peacefully. R was jumping for joy seeing the double bunk bed. I and R got settled in the upper berth facing each other. Slowly he was opening up and getting used to this new environment. Two of our seats were a bit far from the rest of our seats, where Mom and Sis got settled saying women crowd more on the other side. 

It was half past 10 in the night, and R and I were not ready to sleep, with the excitement of traveling by train. R said mumma train travels are better than air travel, and he started giving me reasons, how it is better than other. I was happy to see his understanding of things and that too early. After a few minutes, we both understood that we were troubling other co-passengers too with our loud chat and giggles, and finally, we all fell asleep. The next day morning at 7:45 am we were supposed to arrive at Madurai station. I being a morning bird, got up at my usual time at 4:30 am, and got fresh, and slowly went to wake up my sis and mom, to my surprise, sis was not seen on the upper berth, the lower berth curtain was covered. In anguish I slowly opened the curtain peek-a-boo, both the ladies sitting facing each other and not slept the whole night. Omg, I was shocked to see this. Of course, how can I forget, my mom never sleeps on any of the night journeys. I have rarely seen her fall asleep. Sis doesn't like train journeys as she is not comfortable with that close curtain idea which gives you a claustrophobic feeling. I am the complete opposite of her, where I can sleep in crowded markets to bus stations, once I go to sleep, see you the next day morning (haha)

The next morning one by one all got fresh and started watching the beautiful view from the window. R was not ready to come down, enjoying and cuddling with his dad on the bunk bed on the train. Finally, we reached Madurai @ 7:50 a.m., and our driver was waiting outside the station to receive us who would be our chauffeur for next week. We all reached our hotel got fresh had a yummy breakfast which had a wide spread of delicious - Idli, dosa, vada, and all of South's famous delicacies. R being a food lover who loves to explore different cuisines, was very happy, he simply loves south food, and his favorite sambar. So I was relaxed in this entire trip, with R's eatery options. After our breakfast, we all started towards Meenakshi Amma temple. This was my second visit to this temple after 2006. Visiting her adobe during Navratri is a goddess call. It is located in the heart of the city.

Keeping the Navratri crowd in mind we all took special darshan tickets and started walking towards the temple. Meenakshi Amman temple is one of the oldest and most important temples of India renowned for its astonishing Dravidian style of architecture. The temple complex is literally like a city. One of the largest of its kind. This temple also called Meenakshi - Sundareshwara temple, has a great historical and mythological significance. One of the oldest and most significant temples in India. It dates back more than 2500 years. This temple was built by the Pandya king, Kulasekara Pandya, in the 6th century CE. One legend describes a childless king Malayadwaja Pandya and his queen Kachanamalai performed the yajna for a son, they got a daughter who was already 3 years old from the yajna fire, and later inherited the kingdom, conquered the earth, and requested Shiva to marry her. Shiva told her to return to Madurai and wait for him. He arrived eight days later in the resplendent form of Sundareshwara, the lord married Meenakshi Amma in a magnificent ceremony called Thirukalyanam. Meena amma is the tutelary deity of Madurai and is considered the avatar of the goddess Parvathi. Thus Meenakshi Amma continues to rule Madurai. This temple is dedicated to the goddess Meenakshi, a form of Shakti, and her consort, Sundareshwara a form of Shiva. The present campus structure was rebuilt after the 14th century CE, which was later, repaired, renovated, and reconstructed in the 17th century by Tirumala Nayaka.  

The shrine of Meenakshi Amman temple has four main entrances, one on each side of the temple complex. These entrances are known as the North Tower entrance, South Tower entrance, West Tower entrance, and East Tower entrance. Entry from the South Tower entrance takes you to goddess Meenakshi Amman's main scantrum. The temple has 14 gopurams, the tallest of which is a southern tower that rises to over 170ft, which is colorful The whole complex/building resembles a mandala, a geometric design based on the principles of symmetry and locality. Inside the temple complex, one can witness several shrines. R and I were just awestruck with the art and architecture of this gigantic temple. While standing in line for darshan, one can witness huge beautiful colorful kolam or Rangoli inside the temple, in all nooks - corners, and pillars. It was a feast for our eyes to witness the grandeur of this temple.

Since we had taken tickets for special darshan, we were able to get the entry to the main scantrum in almost 25 minutes. Inside the main temple, it was beautifully decked with a variety of flowers, being the 2nd day of Navratri. People chanted devi hymens, and the whole atmosphere was so blissful, and positive just like heaven on earth. Meenakshi - means, women with beautiful eyes or Fish eyes. As a fish never closes its eye even while sleeping in water, It is believed Meenakshi Amma never closes her eyes and watch all her bhakt or devotees. So it is told when you see Meena Amma look into her eyes and feel her presence. There came the bhakt and bhagwan moment when I took Meenakshi Amman darshan, I was tear-eyed, with goosebumps and gratitude in my heart. Took her blessings and thanked Amma for this wonderful opportunity to get her darshan at this auspicious time. My wish to take my parents for her darshan was fulfilled. We later started towards Sunadareshwara temple inside the temple complex took the darshan of Lord Shivji and started walking towards the exit looking all around those beautiful 1000 colourful pillars with minute intricate architecture. And yes, my favorite - the Dussehra dolls, Golu or Kolu which was beautifully decorated inside the temple. It is a traditional festival celebrated mainly during Navaratri. It is an important cultural event that brings people together and showcases creativity and artistry through doll displays. With a heart full of devotion, gratitude, and blessings we reached our hotel.

Our Upanishads explained so beautifully, why it is necessary or good to visit the important shrine. During such a visit, one starts trusting in all good as well as unpleasant things, which surprisingly reinstated. You suddenly feel buoyant at heart to think there's an invisible power, governing the universe and that trust that everything is taken care of. God cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is a friend of silence. Nature is the best example - trees, flowers, grass - grow in silence. And all our questions are answered in silence.

To be continued.....

Reward Of Hardwork

Nothing in this world is handed over to you. You have to go out and get it! Life will keep giving you the opportunity, it is up to us to do something with it. If opportunity doesn't knock, build a door, at least I follow this rule. When I dream something, I keep trying unless I succeed in that. Never settle for less. I always give attention to the opportunity, not to the struggle. One such prospect that I took with both hands open and just danced to it. 

One year of learning Kathak was a lifetime experience for me. I am a person whose toes just start dancing once the music is on. For me, dance is a conversation between body and soul. One of my biggest childhood dreams is finally fulfilled now. A day in a week where I am only me. I forget myself in those 2 hours. Now I look back and see how I was able to achieve despite facing so many ups and downs. Being a mother to managing house, festivals, family functions, and keeping people happy around you. When I joined my dance class, I was happy to see that most of the girls were married, having kids, and working in an IT company. Managing home and still being able to take time to give priority to their dream or hobby, which motivated me even more.

This year in January I took my theory exam for 1st year Kathak. Practicals took place in July this year. In Practicals (dance) our performance will be examined by the senior Guru from different locations of Kathak Academy. Our Jury was from Chennai. He comes from one of the most renowned gharana of Kathak. Very disciplined and down-to-earth person, who runs a huge academy in dance and music in Chennai along with his wife, who is also a renowned and famous Kathak dancer. We all were a bit apprehensive knowing to be performing in front of the most esteemed artists and gurus. We all were well prepared and tried our best in our practical exam which went on smoothly. 

Now the wait was for the result which was supposed to come after 2 months of our practical exam. It was supposed to come in the last week of August or the first week of September. After our exam, we had our regular classes which are now upgraded to, one level high form of taal, rhythm, and bol (Notation). On the 3rd of September, we were told that we would be getting our results. A proper marksheet with marks on Theory and practicals which was for 150 marks. I and R had been to my mom's house on the day my result was announced. I got a message from my institute to collect our Marksheet. Since N was traveling on a business trip, I had to come back to my house and go to the institute to collect the results. 

I was so excited, anxious, and nervous all feeling at the same time, rushed with my son to my dance institute. Since our institute closes at 6.30 pm I somehow managed to reach by 6 pm and asked for my result. It was handed over to our co-ordinator. I greeted her and asked for my marksheet. R was equally apprehensive to know his mommy's result. There you go, the moment I saw the mark sheet I was flying. Yes, I passed with distinction, with the best marks. There were no boundaries to my happiness, tears just rolled down my eyes. All these years of struggle, and sacrifices everything just flashed back in front of my eyes. I was jumping in joy and so was R. I was so proud to receive the result from one of the most prestigious schools in India. "Prayag Sangeet Samiti Allahabad", where my name is printed with wonderful marks. I couldn't take my eye from seeing it again and again. I thanked almighty innumerable times, and couldn't wait to share the same with my family and especially N who supported me the most in fulfilling this dream. 

I and R reached home and the first thing I did was to keep my result in our pooja room and thank all mighty for giving me this happiness and the ability to achieve and fulfill it. Since N was supposed to reach home at night, I waited for him to give me this good news. I called my mom and shared this good news with a loud voice crying and laughing, All at home were equally elevated and happy to know about my result. All congratulated me. My mom especially had no boundaries for her happiness. Later I and R ordered food from our favorite restaurant as he wanted a party from his mom and we both had a hearty meal. N was back home in the night, I rushed to him with some sweets in one hand and my result in the other. He was confused to see me like this. I showed him the result he was up in joy and said We are proud of you. That made my heart light and calm which was on a marathon since I saw my result. We all had sweets and went back to our room and had a good night's sleep with a heart full of joy and gratitude. 

When you find a dream in your mind don't ever let it go wasted but put it inside your heart and start working on it. Because dreams are the seeds from which a beautiful tomorrow grows. Bring into play the almighty power within you, so that at this stage of life you can fulfill your high-destined role. 

This is just one of the first steps of my amazing journey and I am going to add many more feathers to my cap, which I will wear and hop up on the floor and twirl around........

वो एक दौर था

 वो एक अलग ही दौर था,

वो समय ही कुछ और था।

डर था ?...आशा थी ? ... गुस्सा था ? .....

ना.... वो कुछ और था,

वो एक दौर था।।

सावन की रिमझिम थी, गीला आँगन था।

दो गज का सागर था, कागज़ की नाव थी।

वो कुछ और था, 

वो एक दौर था।

हाथ में डण्डा था, उड़ती हुई गिल्ली थी।

सुत में कसा लटटू था, खट्ट से उड़ती बिल्ली थी।

आवारा था ? ना वो कुछ और था।

वो एक दौर था।।

वैशाख के रातें थी। बरगद पे जुगनू थे।

तारों का समंदर था। आँखों में भरते थे।

बेपरवाह था ?.... ना, वो कुछ और था।

वो एक दौर था।।

बेवजह हँसना था। हर डांट पे रोना था।

जोर का चिल्लाना था, रूठ के मानना था।

और जब ...  तमीज़ की मुस्कान है, तन्हाई के सेर है।

वो सुकून था , वो कुछ और था।

वो एक ख़ूबसुरत दौर था।।

वो समय ही कुछ और था।

उन शांत और ख़ूबसुरत फ़िज़ाओं में,

बस चाहतों का शोर था।

वो एक सुहाना दौर था।।

 

साथी

बात है एक पुरानी, बचपन की है कहानी

घर पे था एक प्यारा दोस्त कहते ते रेडियो उसे।

रेडियो सुनते ही वो सबका दौड़ कर आना

कानों में घुल सी जाये वो मिठे गीत सुनना।

बीगड़े रेडियो को कभी और बिगाड़ना बनाना

याद है वो लता दी किशोर जी के मिठे गीत सुनना।

अपने मनपसंद गीतों की फरमाइश करना

उसे सुनने को सबकुछ छोड़कर घंटो इंतज़ार करना ।

समाचार छोड़कर बाकी सब कार्यक्रम सुनना

क्रिकेट की कॉमेंटरी में वो हर चौके छक्के सुन उछाल जाना।

होती थी हमारी सुबह उससे और रात भी उससे होती थी

सबको बांद के रखता था , सबका दिल खुश करता था।

याद है कुछ ...! जब ये रेडियो ही बस अपना था

दोस्तों में सबसे खास दोस्त, दिल को बहलाये रखने में मस्त था।

कभी हसाता था, कभी नग़मे सुनाता था

 दीन दुनिया का हाल बखूबी फरमाता था।

एक सच्चा साथी की तरह हमेशा रिश्ता निभाता था।।

मैं ज़िन्दगी हूँ

कल एक झलक ज़िन्दगी को देखा

वो राहों पे मेरी गुनगुना रही थी।

फिर ढूंढा उसे इधर उधर 

वो आँख मिचौली कर मुस्कुरा रही थी।

एक अरसे के बाद आया मुझे करार

वो सेहला के मुझे सुला रही थी।

हम दोनों क्यों ख़फ़ा है एक दूसरे से

मैं उसे और वो मुझे समझा रही थी।

मैंने पूछ लिया - क्यों इतना दर्द दिया कम्बख्त तूने,

वो हँसी और बोली - मैं ज़िन्दगी हूँ पगले

तुझे जीना सीखा रही थी।।

The Geometery Of Tradition

India is a country, famous for its diverse culture, history, customs, and traditions. It is the land of Vedas, Puranas, and inventions. Here I have come up with a most interesting tale and my childhood's fascinating days which is very dear to me. I am going to narrate a traditional decorative art form that is drawn from age-old conventions. An art form that has been existing for more than 5000 years or says since the Indus Valley Civilization which marks the birth of Indian history. It has been practiced by millions of households especially, in Tamil Nadu, Andhra Pradesh, Karnataka, and Kerala. It can also be found in some parts of Maharashtra and Goa. It has different origins and names in different parts of India. Any guesses - Yes, you are right, it's Kolam, Muggu, Tarai Alangaram, or Rangoli, as named in many languages, which is beautifully drawn mainly by women folks in front of their home entrance, each morning before sunrise on the flat surface of the ground with white rice flour. These Kolam’s or Rangoli are drawn on a wet surface so the design will hold better. Mainly on the flat ground sprinkled with water or traditionally once the surface is waxed with cow dung, followed in most of the villages. In some cultures, cow dung is believed to have antiseptic properties and hence provides a literal threshold of protection for the home. One can also find the practice of Kolam in other parts of the countries like - Sri Lanka, Singapore, Malaysia, Thailand, and a few Asian countries since the Tamil diaspora is worldwide. 

 

There are different tales about the origin or say history of these beautiful Geometric art forms. One such tale narrates the history behind these Rangoli. Down the lane to Puranas - Lopamudra was the wife of sage - Agastya Rishi. She also wrote two portions of Rigveda (holy book). Once Lopamudra wanted to help her husband worshipping the gods, so she started to make a beautiful Rangoli with limited commodities available with her, since they were staying in a remote place amidst the forest. Since she wanted to surprise her husband by drawing a colourful Kolam, she prayed the Pancha Tatva (Five elements) to give her colors. She collected blue from the sky, green from water, black from the soil, red from fire, and white from the wind. She later added all these colors to Rangoli which enhanced its beauty and Rishi Agastya was delighted to see Lopamudra's effort. 

 

Kolam’s are of two types - Dry and Wet. Dry Rangoli was introduced by Lopamudra and wet Rangoli was introduced by Sita Devi. It is said when Maa Sita fell in love with lord Rama, she ground the rice and made a paste of it and drew Rangoli, and prayed to Goddess Parvati to grant lord Rama as her husband. 

 

My early childhood days were spent among the Telugu and Kannada-speaking families. Mainly Telugu. One of my childhood memories was among cows, hens, and dogs. And spending time at my best friend's house, eating and playing around in their house. Large huge homes with joint families who all used to live under the same roof harmoniously. They belong to Zamindars and Tahsildar families. My morning alarm was a cow's long, deep Mooing sound. (ha-ha) I used to go and stand in my friend's house to collect the milk and love to watch the cow's milking process, and yes, ladies drawing huge beautiful Rangoli. They used to sit for hours together to draw beautiful Kolam’s, especially during festivals. People used to compete with each other on the design and technique of Rangoli. As I grew up, I too started drawing Rangoli along with my mom. Later started drawing individually creating designs and learning from my friend's cousin sisters. Our house was on the first floor with an open huge terrace, where I used to sit for hours to draw Rangoli. And later it became my daily routine even now I practice it religiously. But with limited space, due to space constraints staying in an apartment. 

 

My maternal grandmom was the most religious lady. Once I had a conversation with my Aji, during our stay on my vacation, asking her about the significance of the drawing of Rangoli. And the material used to draw. She explained so beautifully which has marked in my mind till today. Why was the coarse rice flour used to draw the design so that ants would not have to walk too far for a meal. And rice powder also invites birds and small creatures to eat it. Thus, welcoming other beings into one's home and everyday life is a daily tribute to harmonious co-existence. It is also a sign of invitation to welcome all into the house. It also attracts prosperity and wealth. The complex patterns range from geometric lines drawings around a matrix of dots to free-form artwork and closed shapes. Folklore has evolved to mandate that the lines must be completed to symbolically prevent evil skills from entering the inside shapes. Thus, they are prevented from entering the home. 

 

Also, women folk sit in the squat pose while drawing Kolam, this pose is also called Malasana or Garland pose in Yogapedia. Performing Malasana daily in the morning for 1 minute to 5 minutes can help in clearing the stomach. It is beneficial to stretch the lower body essentially. It relieves the tension from the thigh and neck region and also increases blood circulation in the pelvic region. Creating complex Kolam’s, and remembering the designs with a count of dots, enhance concentration, and good memory exercise. It keeps the right and left brain active. Counting the dots includes maths which enhances left brain activation and drawing and creating Kolam’s enhance right brain activation. Right brain for Art and Left brain for Maths/problem-solving. Isn't it amazing? At my home I allow my 9-year-old son to draw Rangoli in front of the holy Tulasi. And he comes up with amazing designs. Right-brain active people are more creative, good in arts, and music and they are more Intuitive. So is R. If one is more analytical and methodical in thinking, the theory says that you are left-brained. This theory is based on the fact of the brain's two hemispheres function. And our ancestors are no less than any scientists. They didn't have a proper theory to write or to preserve but they had experience, which they passed on from generation to generation, from grandmothers to mothers and daughters. This is the reason I admire our ancestors and practice this beautiful art form and tradition of drawing these Rangoli/Kolam for more than a decade now. 

 

Research has shown that the mathematical properties of Kolam’s are used in the computer science field. Algorithms for drawing Kolam’s are used in the development of picture drawing computer software. Kolam’s are used for research in computational anthropology. Recently I read an article about a lady losing her memory in a road accident, in Chennai where she forgot all her past and present life. But this lady remembered only drawing rangoli. Seeing this her mother started showing childhood pictures of this lady drawing Kolam’s. She started drawing slowly and sometime later the lady who had lost her memory in a road accident regained her memory back. I was awestruck after reading this. A small childhood routine that helped her in getting back to normal and regained her memory. In our culture, this morning ritual holds a significant, or highly valued routine in one's life. 

 

Lastly, the role of culture is that it forms through which we as a society reflect on who we are, where we have been, and where we hope to be. After reading this I wish you all follow and make it a lifetime routine. For me, art without tradition and culture looks like a boat without a beam.  I love these beautiful lines written by - Larry Senn " Culture and tradition is not an initiative. It is the enabler of all initiatives". True that!!

 

New Wing Of Life (Part-2)

Months passed by, and one night at home during our bedtime conversation R (my 9-year-old son) shared a beautiful incident that took place in his school. He had an activity in one of his subjects, where he need to write a few lines about one's parents and their occupation. He wrote a few lines about his mother (me) which goes like this - " My mother is an artist, excellent cook, blogger, author, and a Kathak dancer". His mam was quite surprised and very delighted to read through lines written by R. His mam personally asked him in detail and was very happy. R said it was a proud moment for him. I was so surprised and extremely felicitous and overwhelmed to hear this from my son who watches me so deeply. Seeing me astonished he showed me the copy of his book where his class teacher had given him good remarks. There were no boundaries to my happiness. I never thought about the multiple roles I am playing currently. That night was one of the most memorable nights of my life. I tucked my bunny (R) tight and went to sleep happily.

This incident made me more and more aware and I started watching myself more, in the activities I do, as I have a secret admirer (R) who keeps a close eye on me. Kids are the best critic one can have. They are watching what we do far more often than they are listening to what we say. So I have started watching my words too now. R is bringing out the best in me, which I am loving it. I am a proud mom of a smart, intelligent, child. 

Exam time. Yes, I had the theory exam of my 1st year - Kathak on the 8th of Jan 2023, just a day before my birthday, and R had his unit test. And I had guests at home, the cook was on leave, along with it I had extra classes for my dance rehearsals, for an upcoming event. Seeing my condition my mom was very anxious. How will I manage? I was completely drained out after 4 hours of rehearsals, coming back home, making R study for his unit test, cooking, and I need to prepare for my exam too. I told god wah! what timing to test me (haha). I somehow manage all with grace, studying late at night, with half eyes closed - after having a backbreaking, exhausting day. The next day N dropped R at guitar class, I reached my center for my exam and was completely blank. Just glanced at the notes, took my question paper, and answered all the questions that came to my mind. (waiting for my results) and completed my paper 15 min before time. After rechecking the answers I submitted my answer sheet, and what a relief ufff. I felt feather-light.

Upon reaching home, I just sat silently for a couple of hours. No energy was left. Being in silent mode is a joke of the day for my family and friends, (haha) but I was in that zero-word hour. After a halt, I am back, in the evening went out for my bday shopping and dined out. The next day morning the entire khandhan (my family including in-laws and my parents) came home to wish me and celebrate my bday. I had a lovely, pleasant time with my family and loved ones.

This year is a busy one for the last 2 months. After winding up a jam-packed January, there comes the Feb with hand full of work, birthday, travel, performance, and celebration. The first 2 weeks were fully packed. With my first Kathak dance performance. My little one's birthday is no less than a festival to me. And N was traveling outside India on a work visit. All this was fallen on the same day 11th Feb, R birthday, and my long hours of dance rehearsals. Another month of testing time. This time my family especially my mom was completely in stress. How you will manage all three in one day? Thanks to my little one who told us to celebrate his 9th bday on a lower note, only with family and two of his close friends. But somehow I was not convinced, as I always celebrate his bday on a grand scale. But due to time constraints, we agreed and acted thoughtfully. 11th Feb was my first dance performance and R too was performing live guitar on stage. So it was a big day for mother and son, and so for the family too. 

It was an evening of Kalatmak Rang. I was wearing a formal Kathak dress with heavy makeup which was too much for me, but required for a dancer. My family members reached the venue, and seeing me dressed as a dancer my mom and younger sis were in great joy. Mom just hugged me and was overwhelmed seeing her daughter, finally able to make it and standing tall and proud, ready to dance on the stage. N was equally elevated seeing me in that costume. The program started, with a formal speech, etc. There came my dance performance, dancing in front of an auditorium jam-packed with people, with that live tabla and Sargam bol by our guru, was one of the most prestigious days of my life as a dancer. I performed in two dances, one was bhajan by Pt. Jasraj Ji, and the other was Taal Sangam. We all had a lovely evening witnessing the beauty of art and music. N postponed his travel by a day, as he didn't want to miss our performance and R bday. He was proud and delighted to see R and I performing. The entire family had a lovely time. It was a major milestone in my life.

We celebrated R bday on 12th Feb in his favorite restaurant, which is art based. It's a clay/pot-making bristo a pan-Asian cuisine. We did cake cutting and later had a hearty meal enjoying ourselves with family. N started towards the airport, and we all reached home. I just hit the bed, which was very much needed. Life kept on giving me opportunities I received them with both hands. There were a lot of twists and turns, and challenges that I faced in the last one year,  especially in the last two months. At times It was very demanding, and I felt like giving up, but my strengths were stronger than my fears. My biggest strength in this journey was N, who supported me and took very good care of R and our house when I happened to spend long hours in rehearsals. In this last year I understood, in the middle of difficulty lies the opportunity. I didn't settle for average. I understood we all have inspiration or role models whom we follow and adore, but taking that first step is all that matters, and the rest just go with the flow. And opportunity finds those who never give up. Practice and believe in gratitude. We already have wings, until one spread the wings we don't have an idea how long we  can fly. 

We all are playing multiple roles in life, it is not just about me. So never say NO to an opportunity without giving it a try. Sometimes you win, and sometimes you learn. Never blame anyone in life. Life can only be understood backward, but it must be lived forward.

Life has added a new wing to my life and I am going to fill that wing with colors and fly high...... 

New Wing Of Life (Part-1)

In the year 2022 a year ago from now, in April one of my long-awaited wish was fulfilled. Being an artistic person from an early age, anything related to art, music, and dance is very near and dear to my heart. I see art in everything. From my childhood, I had always dreamt of learning dance, from a Guru or well-trained master. Somehow I couldn't pursue this dream. Didn't get any opportunity or say the right time. In 2021 just before the pandemic, I came across a famous academy of fine art, music, and dance which is near my house. This school also teaches my favorite dance form - Kathak. I immediately enquired about the class timing, fee structure, and other basic related queries. I was very happy to know that this school is directly affiliated with Prayagraj University, Allahabad. They have gurus ( teachers) from well-schooled universities who are thoroughly trained and certified, the major attraction for me was, they also provide live tabla practice for Kathak, which is not practiced in many institutions. Playing music on youtube and dancing to its tune is usually practiced. The moment you dance along with a live tabla, tal, and sargam bol from a guru, it is a different world altogether. It is more enthralling. It holds your attention completely. 

I was eager to join the classes. But this dream came to a halt due to the pandemic in 2021. I was very disappointed. Though they had online classes, I was not in favor of online classes. I want to experience the magic of this amazing dance physically along with live sargam and tabla. I told myself as I have waited for this long, can hold on for a few more days or say months since nobody was aware when this pandemic will come to an end. In the meanwhile, I used that time to write, paint, and cooked many different dishes. As I love cooking and love to try different cuisines. Finally last year this havoc came to a standstill, telling the end of the pandemic was and is, still a dream. As we can still see raising cases of COVID in India along with other different flu, and viruses. And people are also treating it as a common cold and cough. The only way to fight against this virus is by building one's immunity and having a healthy lifestyle. 

Last summer in April 2022, I finally got admittance to this academy and registered for my 1st year of Kathak. It's an 8 years course which is properly designed along with books. I will be having two exams a year. Written as well as practicals. For me, it was like joining a college after a long break. My mom was a bit skeptical about me learning dance. Of course, she was very happy to see her daughter fulfilling her dream in the later part of life. Her concern was how I will be able to manage this, along with a handful of responsibilities. Managing my house, our 9-year-old son, his studies, his extra circular classes, etc. As a mother, her concern was valid, as she didn't want her daughter to drain out. But I was pretty sure and happy to receive this opportunity that life has given to me. Universe has manifested one of my most awaited dreams, and I am going to welcome it with both hands. 

Kathak is one of eight Indian classical dance forms. Kathak originated within Hindu temples as a storytelling device for portraying epic tales from Hindu scriptures, Mahabharata and Ramayana. It was combined with poetic and rhythmic movement to aid in worshipful storytelling. These stories didn't stay within the temple walls for long. Nomadic Kathakars or wondering storytellers, soon began carrying the dances throughout India. Later they added facial expressions and emotions to their performance. During the British Raj era, Kathak gradually declined. The tradition and art of this dance form were kept alive by certain families and passed down. Kathak is found in three distinct forms called "Gharanas" or say houses, which were named after cities where this dance tradition evolved - Jaipur, Banaras, and Lucknow. Jaipur gharana focuses more on foot movement, and the Banaras and Lucknow gharanas focus more on facial expressions and graceful hand movements. This dance form emphasizes rhythmic foot movements, adorned with small bells(Ghungroo).

I am learning the famous style which is widely practiced and it is originated from UP, "Lucknow Gharana". The origin of this Gharana can be traced back to Pt. Shri Ishwar Prasadaji from Allahabad claimed that Lord Krishna had visited in his dream, asking him to rejuvenate the art of Kathak. It was carried by one of his three son's Adguji, who trained his sons and so on. It gained prominence when it reached the courts of Nawab of Oudh in Lucknow, Uttar Pradesh, and Mughal rulers. Hence Mughal influence is seen in the dance style. The great-grandson of  Pt. Ishwar Prasadaji was the first to achieve as a dancer, and he was appointed as a 'Guru' of Nawab Wajid Ali Khan. Later his sons Pt. Bindadin Maharaj and Pt. Kalka Prasadaji carried his legacy. Lucknow Gharana, particularly emphasizes grace, elegance, and naturalness in the dance. It follows the Lasya style (inspired by goddess Parvati). Abhinaya (expressions), and Bhavas (emotions) especially improvised, play a very strong role in this style. Thumri's are very popular. Pt. Birju Maharajji, Pt. Shambhu Maharajji and Pt. Lachhu Maharaji is the most famous exponent. where there are emotions, grace, and devotion. The idol of love and devotion - Radha-Krishna, is the god of Kathak. 

It was the day of my dream which came into reality, the first day of my class with butterflies in my stomach. Dancing after a long intermission. I was an active performer during my school and college days. I used to participate in many cultural events and inter-college competitions and also inter-college plays. I was very happy to be back in this zone again, where I found myself. The outfit of Kathak is an Anarkali kurta with pants and a dupatta - a combination of Yellow and Red. First day of my class after my formal Ghungroo pooja and taking blessings from the lineage of the masters and blessings from  - Lord Nataraja (Shiva) - who is the lord of dance and dramatic arts. I was introduced to the Bhumi pranam, Guru Vandana, and a few basic steps and hand gestures. After 2 hours of dance with two short water breaks, I was exhausted, with serve aches in my shoulders and back, dripping in sweat but I would see a sparkling glow on my face. It's 2 hours of class a week on a weekend. N and R came to pick me up from my class, and the moment I entered the car, I was so high on energy, and shared my experience of the first day of my class, and they both were delighted to see my happiness.

Days and months passed by, and I was living my dream, with more enthusiasm and zeal. Wearing ghungroo and dancing to the live tabla beat is the next level of happiness for a dancer. Day by day the steps started becoming harder and the Kathak dance is famous for its chakkar  ( twirling) my first 5 chakkar was not easy at all to catch along with tal and tabla speed, but I was able to balance very well. As months passed by it became part of my life. I am very comfortable with it now. Till now I have done 12 chakkar in one go, which is an achievement for me as a dancer. At times it was very exhausting, as I need to balance my home, R's academics, his extra circular classes, household chores, etc. But the moment I wear my ghungroo and start dancing all my tiredness would vanish. My wanderer mind was back to the present moment for that 2 hours. At times we somehow forget our existence. In that 2 hours of dancing, I am nobody's wife, mother, daughter, or friend. Being myself is the biggest realization and satisfaction I got in this one year. 

To be continued.....