Category: Arouz
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The morning meditation.
We were in a lecture by the Rudra Veena exponent Ustaad Bahuddin Dagar who was saying that their teaching follows the guru shishya parampara and the students have to wake up such that they start riyaaz at the Brahma Muhuruta. Personally for me it is the most creative time. It also the time when I…
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My story is slowly killing me.
My story – dying slowly In the burns ward the more terminally ill ones would be heavily medicated. They would be in and out of lucidity voicing their inner truest stories. In absolute honesty they would spew out their frustration, anger, and resentment about their jobs, their immediate family sometimes it is very painful for…
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Saying yes to the Universe.
Saying yes to the Universe. Sometimes in accepting things that come our way I think we are saying yes to the universe and it delivers exactly what our soul wants. Sometimes these are very small things, like a gift that someone gives us, we say no. But it was a gift from the universe, we…
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Embracing My Muse
Embracing my muse. There are some figures that I feel compelled to create, there seems a strange kind of reassurance in it. It was not human, at all, but definite geometric shapes. But when blocked as I worked through it there would be redemption from whatever bothered me. only when I looked at the work…
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WEEDS—Messengers from the wilderness.
WEEDS—Messengers from the wilderness. I was busy telling Sundari to weed the garden, it was then that I saw the tiny violet flowers with deep purple centres; these were the weeds of monsoon. It was so beautiful that I asked Sundari to leave it, she told me, that it would eat into the fertilizer of…
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An Inner Choice
An inner choice – peace. “Please write out what is that is not going the way it should in your life” was what introduction to the forum leader Hemant told us. Each one of us had something written down. He then asked us to enquire with us why was not it the way it should…
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