Spirituality, vegetarianism and the right partner!

Sometimes, some of the greatest deceptions of your life turn out to have been the greatest bullets you have dodged! Just give it enough time 😂 Spirituality and a regular spiritual practice are sure signs of a stable character.

A stable character when choosing a life partner I mean. 😂 Or even for most mundane affairs.

It's not like I was a perfect soul myself: I am not a finished product. I quit smoking (cigarettes AND pot) in 2019! I adopted the practice of praying (and fasting!) to Ganesh ji, Surya Dev and mainly to Lord Shiva every Monday. Very recently, on Fridays, I started praying to Laxmi Devi.

I am not a finished product. Neither are you. We still have a lot to experience, and many more lessons to learn.

But, being someone on the spiritual path, I learned to discriminate based on a person's spiritual practice - not only on their looks and choice of diet. Even if being vegetarian is a mandatory requirement for me, that alone won't exclude vegetarian psychos! Even though their population is far fewer, they are out there, lurking in the shadows of vegetable plantations 🤣

Very lucky to have family members and friends who have been here during those challenging times! Om! 🙏✨️

Replacement for children therapy.

 "Doctor! Doctor! I think I'm feeling emotional and sh•t!"

The bespectacled man, Doctor Haider, took a moment to push his horn-rimmed glasses up his nose. These were certainly common symptoms in men going through hormone therapy. 

In other words: people looking to change their gender.

"Are you currently on hormones...", the doctor paused as he looked at the patient's file. "Mr. Rajiv", the doctor said.

"I don't take any of that! This ain't natural doc. I'm a strong guy - emotionally I mean."

Someone knocked on the door. It was one of the helpers who had brought the latest order which had just been delivered. That was enough for Rajiv to catch a mother, playing with her new-born. The innocent child - it couldn't have been more than a few months old, was the innocence incarnate. This innocuous scene turned the water-works on and it was once again a sensitive Rajiv crying profusely.

Dr Haider had a sudden stroke of genius.

- "Do you have children, Mr Rajiv?"

- "No Doctor."

- "And what about your immediate family?"

- "A few nephews and neices, why Doctor?"

The doctor ignored Haider's question altogether.

- And how old are they?"

- "They are teens. Except for the eldest, she's already in college abroad."

The doctor nodded. That was it.

- "I presume you don't have pets?"

- "No I don't doc. Why?"

The doctor once again ignored Rajiv's question.

- "Do you feel more comfortable with dogs or cats, Mr Rajiv?"

Rajiv did not hesitate for a second.

- "Dogs, doctor."

Rajiv almost inquired about the reason for this but stopped himself, knowing how futile such an attempt would be.

- "Well Mr Rajiv, I recommend that you adopt a dog, of the breed that you prefer. It however needs to be young. As young as you can handle."

And with that, Haider signed the ordinance. Certainly one of the weirdest ones he had ever produced.

- "The pet store will sort you out," said Dr Haider, as he handed the paper to a quizzical Rajiv. 

"It'll be Rs 350", concluded Haider.

My Brother from Another Mother

 A picture from 8 years ago suddenly changed everything. No, no - nothing actually changed to be honest. It just shone the light of clarity over the present. It provided me with a truth that was beckoning to be discovered. To be understood.

I know now, that the amazing human being whom I call my best friend is not just another guy I am connected to. There is no genetic proof of this, but in my heart I know: this man is my brother.

A Lost Kitten

 What biological function does crying serve?

Asked Arthur C. Clarke, in his book, "Songs from distant Earth". I pondered over that question. Yes, what biological function did crying really serve?

Fortunately, more than a decade later, to me this is a no-brainer question. Tears are intentionally salty because it helps remove physical and energetic impurities.

I had not cried in years and years, until a few days ago. It was like a river, gushing amidst the emotional residues.

One wrench thrown into my plans and the whole machinery came to a grinding halt. I did cry a second time on that day, but I somehow picked myself up.

I was crying for someone I never met. I know: big surprise, heh! But it is true.

I just wanted to post an update, since I haven't done so in a while now. Once I fully recover, I promise I will write and post pictures. This is a rather abrupt end to my post and I am sorry about that.

Guru ji 🙏

How could you do anything other than love your Guru?

Certainly, I love and appreciate all aspects of Guru ji.

And those feelings have long escaped the bounds of physicality.

Thus I am no longer moved by the calm yet melodious sound of her voice.

And I am able to fully reflect upon the topic at hand.

I never thought this love could be expanded by branching,

And yet, here I am, pondering over why Guru-ji's son is the way he is.

A young boy, unadulterated by conflicting concepts.

Blissfully unaware of reality as we see it through the lenses of grown ups.

I certainly love you Guru ji, and I am blessed to have been put in the path of your son, Anandrai.

I can't be an uncle to this lovely boy Guru ji, but his elder brother 😹

Sat Sri Akal Guru Ji 🙏❤️