Parwatisingari's Weblog

Category: The Great Connect

  • City Energies

    City energies. Coming from a semi urban background, for me large cities are extremely draining. I kept wondering how does one get to harmony. In an idiotic movie called Fanaa I heard a profound statement, every city has as a soul. Musing over it, Mumbai has a different rhythm from Delhi in the north or Chennai…

  • Uir spyug friends.

    Somewhere a bird sings, its chant hang plaintive and melancholy fills in the still air… I think it’s a lark or something. Our tradition has it that they sing with voices of lost lovers. If the stars are smiling on them you will hear its mate call back in a moment. The silent woods that…

  • Outflow

    One thing I really like about the tradition of Devi Bhagavatam or the Shakti cult is the fundamental belief that  everything in the universe is energy and since energy is dynamic energy is feminine. Many of us do give, old clothes, and unwanted to things. Some of us even donate money or help others, but…

  • Landmarks

    Birds migrate, their homing skills, using different techniques like smell, vibrations from the earth’s magnetic field and geographic clues. I never realized how much humans did it too, until we travelled down to Udupi for the week-end. When we left home for the anegudde temple, on the way would be smell of the drying fish,…

  • Learning from a squirrel

    Learning from a squirrel Prince rama was to cross over to Lanka, the monkey brigade was busy construction a bridge. A little squirrel rolled in the sand and shrugged the sand off on the construction. He was ridiculed, yet the Lord appreciated his contribution. Every little gesture helped. So much the squirrel has been iconized…

  • soft and warm sandalwood.

    The other day I visited an aromatherapy centre, the healer had a vial of sandalwood oil. The soft warm woody and balsamic fragrance. Yet it is a standalone fragrance. It evokes mixed responses. A pleasant one as it reminds me of two important people in my life, my grandmother and my father. Remember the hitopadesha…