An idea, a thought, an anecdote, a story or a poem a day!

  Human existence and its purpose,   We, who live human life, sometimes we  think about our life, our body,  and the soul that  resides in it.  If we don’t, maybe we should.  Is it something we borrow? Is it for us to keep and use as we wish? Or i s it something that we  have to  return  at the end to its maker?    Sant Kabir's dohe, or couplets, that my father used to recite, singing in his deep, nasal voice, throw some light on such questions. One of them is about human life as wearing a shawl, that needs to be kept clean:     “Jhini jhini bini chadariya.   Jhini jhini bini chadariya.  pingla taana bharni,  sushumna tar se bini chadariya –  so chaadar sur nar muni odhi,  odhi ke maili kar diini chadariya Das Kabir jatan kari odhi,   jyon ki tyon dhar deeni chadariya". This shawl, made of a very refined cloth, is woven by nature with the three threads, ingla , pingla and sushuma...

Each day is a grain of sand  in an hour glass trickling down one by one the space it occupied in the glass being replaced by emptiness like a handful of sand slipping through the fingers held tightly  still leaving the fist empty sooner or later like a step into a forest each one taking us away from the starting point towards the other end,  Foot steps leaving no trace, no sign, that we were here, that we passed like the twinkling stars disappearing one by one as the Sun rises the invisible hand wiping the sky off all the traces of the stars ready to rewrite another story, of another day, and life goes on, even after we pass on,  without us!  In remembrance of RD, our beloved Dr Ramji Das, who passed away on 12th April.