Ah Woman

Remember that song... my heart is beating/ keeps on repeating/I'm waiting for you...... The truth is that like time and tide the beating of a heart waits for none..... and the heart beats for us alone....there is no romance but sheer mechanics that keeps the heart going on mysteriously and miraculously every moment without forgetting, without lazing.... This, my friends, is an email forward which came to me a couple of days from a friend. I found it so relevant that I decided to post it for all of you here. FEMALE HEART ATTACKS -- THIS IS CRUCIAL, LIFE-SAVING INFORMATION FOR EVERY WOMAN. If you've read this before, please be sure to pass on to your wives/female friends. If not, please take a minute. If could save your life or someone else's. She said she didn't feel well and had a back ache and was going to lay down on the bed with the heating pad. A while later her husband went to check on her and she was not breathing. They were not able to revive her. This is somet...

This is me and that is you and in the chasm is the dream wrote a woman once of her relationship with the man she loved and lived with. Some love stories reverberate like hymns in this universe. Love is a spiritual force in itself since it is a part of the inner world. In terms of events it happens between two people in a particular time and space but its fragrance spreads across time and space both. Amrita-imroz A love Story is a contemporary love legend which Penguin India brought to the world. It is best described not as a story of a woman or a man but a biography of a love story penned by Uma Trilok who was fortunate enough to spend some precious moments with the lovers just before Amrita left her body on October 31, 2005 at the age of 86. Being a Reiki and Pranik healer, the writer formed close ties with Amrita and Imroz and what came out is a book which is so soothing that it takes you to yourself. Love is a word which carries a halo around itself when used as a word. Ironically ...

pulled into the center from all the points on the periphery i am a sphere.

He would have never left for dense forests…..no matter what was at stake….it could have been an entire eternity . Leaving Yashodhara his wife was no big deal. This could have been the story of an ordinary man in quest of anything but self. To be able to leave Rahul, his son…is the question. If Buddha were a mom he would have never been able to forsake his small son …not for anything….not even Self. History has been a witness that even enlightened women or women in quest of Truth have never abandoned their children in favor of even God Himself. Before leaving his innocent child sleeping …these probably would have been the thoughts that would have troubled him or rather her….to trace just a few... . She would have looked at him again and again and yet again only to think… Who would feel for you dear son with the same one-ness with you as I do….feel the tears in one’s eyes and smiles in one’s heart as I do.. Who will wake up in the middle of the night when you are in fever to see that eve...

Youth is beautiful. And so is age. Dear Woman. I see women distraught over a few wrinkles, painfully hiding a few streaks of grey hair. Dyeing hair into a desirable color, making the belly taut, lifting the breasts and the face are smart ways of looking younger...it isn't wrong at all...but desperately clinging to what's passing can create much misery and carried on too far should raise a few questions : what is the motive - fooling others? And the next- am I fooling myself? I sometimes wonder who has given these foolish guidelines to beauty . Some maniac who who got up in the morning and dreamed that there shall be no noon and no sun-set?And found no beauty in the mellowness and the ripening. The crazy mind. Is the grey hair not beautiful? And what's wrong with a few wrinkles? Aging beautifully and gracefully is all about acceptance and not fighting against the wisdom of Nature. Physical degeneration is a natural proce ss which comes over the years and brings along with ...