I think I have got my way back to writing with my this brand new IPad. Nothing gives peace to me like writing a blog or completing a book or writing a page on my journal. I don’t know , though an ordinary being I am, I like to treasure my life , wondering, may be someday I / someone will turn me to a book.
It feels like homecoming. I was literally suffering from writer’s block from last two years . My mother inspired me to write whenever I get upset and my father motivated me to read books. And that’s how I became emotionally independent finding a home within words.
Tonight it nostalgia . Photos are flashing in front of my eyes when I stepped to the land of Heaven in 2016 @ Puri. Trust me one must witness Puri at Ratha Yatra once in a lifetime. The energy, euphoria and aura is grand. You can literally feel Devis and Devtas ascending to Earth at the service of Rajadhiraj. Yes, the King of Kings is called Rajadhiraj and there is one Rajadhiraj in this entire universe and He is Lord Jagannath. As you step to the land of Puri, your feet shall sway to the vibrations created by Jhanja, Sankha, Mrundangam , Ghanti, echoes of Hare Krishna Hare Rama, kirtans, and what not! Literally everybody turning to dancers, Sevaks, Bhakts , all in the glory of Lord Jagannath. As I write all this, trust me, I can hear all the Dhwanis being played at my ears. Baba, such is your charm!
I remember when I was in school I felt very awkward while talking about God. Don’t know why it filled my eyes with tears and it became very awkward in front of friends. I don’t cry but tears fall off when I talk about Lord Jagannath or folding hands infront of God. My Mami came to my rescue and told me once that act of tears falling out is Bhakti Marg and I should not be embarrassed of that ever. “That’s how you wash the feet of God while praying”, she said.
I remember the first time I stood witness to Ratha Yatra and was waiting for Lord Jagannath Chariot, that experience is unforgettable in my lifetime. It was literally like Lord Vishnu sleeping on Kalia Naag. The chariot was moving like Kalia Naag and Lord Jagannath all so thrilled to meet his Bhakts was rejoicing in joy. What will I tell about the street? Name one cultural dance that was not performed on street. Tell me one Bhakt who was not standing with folded hand. Tell me one person whose feet was not meeting to the tune of Hare Krishna Hare Ram. It was a realisation that this life is nothing but just a performing art. We are dancing to His tune and He is watching us up above!!!
I can go on and on whole night about his grandeur , pomp and show. But. As I walk every time on Bada Danda, the soul always meets its reality. This life is your giving and whatever and where-ever I am, it’s just a walk to you, my source. It’s like dropping a child in the market and Child is finding its way to parents. You are my source and I am that lost Child looking for you. Help me reach to you fast and merge with you soon. 😊
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