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...

Act I, sc i Enter jyotsana (hidden behind the curtains hudson and robin) Friends, Romans, countrymen (never mind if you are neither of these) just lend me your ears(and your eyes as well) that will do I am fresh and back from a short vacation to Maharashtra I gleefully read with glutton all the comments you put in there on my last post what ho! I am also back to talk about a woman in particular god forbid it’s a man in particular of infinite charms O mistake me not friends for the Comedy of Errors I am hitherto a blogger but here is my Shakespeare Good bloggers take heart after my last two posts on love stories do not you misjudge me that I deviate from my sole purpose but do confess here i my own love affair with the man called Shakespeare and the turbulence within of the most horrid kind ever since my ears heard of the controversies raged By John Hudson and Robin P. Williams who mistake him for some Amelia Bassano or Countess of Pembroke A foolish thought to utter O the effect of Mid...

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 ...

Thirteen years back I had seen Allahabad Fort built by Emperor Akbar in 1583 A.D which stands erect even today except in those places probably the zenana which are very near to Yamuna where it has sunken in. This is the area which Akbar had designed especially for his wife Jodha. The windows of the side where this rajput princess often stayed face Yamuna, a river worshipped especially by people who worship Krishna. The architecture was in such a way that that the river used to flow inside the fort touching the walls of her palace so that she did not have to go out but could bathe right in the river staying in her palace named as Jodhabai Palace. When I saw it for the first time I was very young then… my mind full of romances waiting to be lived…it had brought a smile to my face… I thought that’s the way it is between every man and woman on this earth. Life teaches otherwise. To fall in love is easy…to be in love for a lifetime is more often a dream. It was a thinking out of box when A...

Like a Cross I bear over my shoulders The weight Of a dead matrimony I The single parent of your child Left alone To answer my own inadequacies Nails pierce I never bleed Tears fall Into the black holes of the night. I trudge uphill Golgotha continues….. ………………………………………….. … So what’s in store I look into the hollow sky I murmur A prayer insignificant Lord forgive I too am flesh and blood.

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...

Woman I see you turning dross to gold seducing words to poetry in the white heat of passion ................................................ Woman I hear you have crossed roads those streaks of hair now burn like stars catching sparks and a zillion desires ............................................................ Woman i feel you burn yourself to ash to be an amber once.................... ....................................................... .......................................................

There was a time I must confess when I did not want to become a mother. I wondered why people were over populating this beautiful earth. I always felt that people should bring babies from the orphanage and love them as their own which is something I feel for even today. Why have surrogate mothers, why have cousins or relatives reproduce for you when there are so many in the world waiting for you. Destiny however chooses its own course. Six years back I became mamma to my beautiful daughter. Six years back I became mamma to every child. And then gradually as my heart melted for any child whom I knew or knew not, it dawned to me why motherhood is so important a milestone in the journey of a woman as a woman. Some women give birth to a number of children and never become mothers. Some women never conceive never give birth to a single child and are mothers in every sense of the word. Motherhood does not seem to be a word coined for women who merely become instruments in the hands of nature...

The Vatican has ruled out all forms of feminist theology in Catholicism saying that God must be revered as "Our Father." This has led some liberal Catholics to think that the Pope is not "our Pope" Pope's further comments against feminist theology and any-one using words like "Creator", "Redeemer", "Sanctifier" would have to be re-baptised provoke much thought. Any spiritual head's first concern towards humanity should be towards the deeper realms of the heart and mind and not towards rectifying the vocabulary or the language or grammar. There's nothing wrong in calling God as "Our Father." God is Father. God is Mother too. In fact here is the One who transcends all relationships, all names, all boundaries. In fact He is more like Mother- bringing to birth, nurturing, loving, listening and there for you every moment. And yet all relationships are bundled into one into This Supreme Force. Call and you shall be answ...