NOT ME THIS TIME!

The doomsday fun was the reallife situation for me last week.My mother was hospitalised for heart related trouble and we were struggling for the meaning of life and death... if any thing goes wrong with your dearones you feel that it is the end of the world and when th end of the world will be there we search for new ideas.Or we want to settle for the idea that OH NOT ME THIS TIME!

I had a friend in advertising who called me some years back asking me whether i was alive and working.He had read some news in the newspaper and the similarity of the name he said made him feel as if ... fun apart the reality thereafter was totally different and he had an accident and leave us on the spot. I remembere him calling me and laughing at me asking voh mai to nahi? and i had said, NOT ME THIS TIME..

The speed of thought and action is creating a direct trouble and intervention in our living.We should know the limits of human being and being human ...

The incidence of hospitalisation and everybody rushing to get rid of the environment of fear is a mad scene in India.The health workers too suffer a lot due to work pressure.The great Dr NItu Mandke the worlds famous cardiac scholar had to die out of widows syndrome. The starck realities of life sometimes lead to avery funny troubles.The real hridayparivartan an start only if we practically accept few things.

That is

we are mortal.

We keep changing.

We have to keep changing for survival.

We may not contrubute anything to society but we have to retain and ramain with everybody.

My father a wellknown marathi poet and teacher died in 2001 due to cancer, and he wrote an article the last article in which he gave five basic realisations they are

I am for nobody.

Nobody is for mine.

I am for God.

God is for me.

I am the God or God is me.

These are the stages in the life one has to clearly understand and accept.He lived a great life meditated a lot and helped people with his emotional approach without intellectual barriers.We should not head towards our future forgetting our hearts.I remember ARATI PRABHU very reknown poet in Marathi at tis point of time and felt that we are all poets like WALYAKOLI TURNED WALMIKI.

Everytime for the dreams of our own desires and family members we rob our lives and the truth by drawing convinient meanings and associations with people, when our family members desert us we become WALMIKIS and that is the ramayana of life nothing else.Everybody has a different ramayana and if we don not understand it then mahabharaht happens.

So everyday one should say thanks god.... NOT ME THIS TIME.

गेले दयायचे राहुनी, तुझे नक्षत्रांचे देणे
माझ्या पास आता कळया, आणि थोडी ओली पाने
आलो होतो हासत मी, काही श्वासांसाठी फक्त
दिवसांचे ओझे आता, रात्र रात्र सोशी रक्त
आता मनाचा दगड, घेतो कण्हत उशाला
होते कळयांचे निमार्ल्य, आणि पानांचा पाचोळा