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Buddham Saranam Gachhami

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This scene of a little white flower leaning against a hard stem reminded me of the wonderful Buddhist chant, a Sanskrit phrase, “Buddham Saranam Gachhami,” meaning, ‘In Buddha, I seek refuge.”

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Lookalikes And God

I think even God sometimes runs short of new ideas and uses existing models while creating humans.  How else would you explain the phenomenon of existence of human lookalikes who have no other connection whatsoever with each other?

We get an idea about this only when Fate and Destiny get into a naughty mood and bring the two lookalikes together through a strange coincidence.

Here’s a true story…

A few days ago, a girl in a pink T-shirt and dark blue jeans sat in a Delhi metro train right opposite to me with ear plugs in her ears, engrossed with her mobile phone.

About two or three stops later, another girl came in and sat beside her.  The first girl continued doing what she was doing and a couple of seconds later, the second girl also became similarly hooked to her cellphone. But she did one additional thing. She took out her sun glasses next and placed them on her eyes. It was probably a style statement, as she was sitting inside an airconditioned compartment and sunshades were not required.

The two girls remained completely oblivious to each other throughout the journey, but I, an amazed observer, noticed that not only did they have a close resemblance to each other , they were also similarly dressed.

Well, I also kept myself busy by clicking lots of photos of the strange drama called ‘Coincidence’ that God and his two mischievous kids Fate and Destiny played out in front of me that day…

When I came out of the train, a funny thought came to me. Where is my lookalike at this moment? Is she okay?

Here are some more pics…

 

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A Chair In The Sky

 

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When I first saw this chair staring into the tantalizingly wide, open, cloudy sky, I found myself overcome by a tumult of emotions. I tried to imagine how someone might feel while sitting on that chair, the whizzing past of pigeons, the sound of flapping of wings, the intermingling of clouds, the breeze brushing past the nostrils, and that heady feeling of playing God, of being far above all earthly concerns…

Out of curiosity, I did a google search of the words ‘chair in sky’ and I was pleasantly  surprised to find these wonderful songs with interesting lyrics.

  1. Joni Mitchell’s song (http://jonimitchell.com/music/song.cfm?id=96).

But now Manhattan holds me
To a chair in the sky
With the bird in my ears
And boats in my eyes
Going by

2. Regina Spektor’s Folding Chair (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cfUb2-Mhe4g)

Come and open up your folding chair next to me
My feet are buried in the sand and there’s a breeze
There’s a shadow you can’t see my eyes
And the sea is just a wetter version of the skies

3. Jeff Mosier’s Man In the Chair in the sky (https://www.reverbnation.com/themosierbrothers/song/5764092-man-in-chair-sky-jeff-mosier

Man in the chair in the sky

Just do what he says, and don’t ask why

If you’re a bad little boy you’ll catch on fire

It’s the man in the chair in the sky, man in the chair in the sky.

Every head bowed and every eye closed

Sittin’ up straight in my Sunday cloths

Nobody smiles like Jesus and I wonder why ?

I guess they’re scared of the man in the sky.

Do you know of any other songs with these words ‘Chair in the sky?’ I would love to know. I look forward to reading your comments.

Here is another pic of this chair looking at a clear sky…

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Broken Gods

A few days ago, I wrote about a little boy Golu, age 8 or 10, whom I came to know recently. (https://jasbirchatterjeephotoblog.wordpress.com/2016/06/30/a-tomato-god/)

During our last meeting, he seemed to be happy and cheerful in spite of the terrible odds stacked against him. But I haven’t seen him since then. I am worried about him and I wonder if he is okay.

On Friday this week, 8 July 2016, I tried to find some clue about his whereabouts from the idols he had placed so lovingly under the tree near the temple close to my house. I got a shock of my life when I reached there. The idols were in a very sorry condition . Some of them had broken feet and were lying helplessly on their backs…It was a very depressing sight, All kinds of frightful thoughts crowded around in my mind. Maybe Golu was thrashed heavily by abusive parents; maybe he was maimed and forced into begging by a gang of criminals; maybe he’s turned into a drug addict, etc, etc.

I was not in the best of moods that day and the sight of these broken Gods only intensified my feelings of helplessness. A person whose own future depends on the whims and fancies of rich and arrogant people can’t do much for another human being. This was the thought that hit my soul with a resounding slap that day.

But life has go on and you have to remain afloat…I consoled myself with the thought that beyond these man-made Gods, there is another divine power, which is supreme, omnipotent, and universal. This higher God will take care of Golu…

The photos are given below.

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A Tomato God

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Golu during my very first meeting with him

All fairy tales have some amount of human reality. And sometimes real stories sound like fairy tales…

A few months ago, while I was walking towards my home after work, I saw a small group of 3 little boys picking up something from the diyas (earthen lamps) people had placed below a tree outside a temple while praying. My first thought was that perhaps they were setting them right to ensure that they burn properly. But my next thought was that little boys don’t care much about God and prayers and are generally more interested in playing boisterous games. Feeling rather curious, I walked up to them to take a closer look.

“What are you doing with these diyas?” I asked them.

“Sometimes they contain coins. People leave them here while praying and we pick them up.

With my curiosity quenched, I turned and continued walking towards my home, which was just a few yards away. At least, they were not stealing, I reasoned with myself. But I wondered why people didn’t just give the coins to people who need them instead of leaving them like this and making their hard lives much harder.

Last week, however, the same spot below the tree had a completely different look. A few new idols stood there on a lovely, brightly embroidered rectangular table cover.  The diyas too were much more in number and seemed to be burning much more brightly than ever before.  One more thing was different. There were no sweets, which was rather unusual, because Indian Gods are normally offered only sweets. Well, that day, a little priest had given them a little, bright red tomato! It looked quite cute and I was quite impressed. I couldn’t resist the temptation of clicking some photos.

I was suddenly startled by a squeal of delight. I turned around. It was one of those three boys I had noticed a few months ago.

“Where have these idols come from?”

“I brought them.”

“And what about these new diyas, the tablecloth, and the tomato?”

“I bought the tablecloth for thirty rupees and the other things I brought from home.”

“This looks very good.”

The boy smiled. I looked closely at his face. He looked happy and innocent with his big, black eyes.

“Do you live here? What is your house number?

“We don’t have any house. We stay in the park over there.”

I was quite taken aback with his answer and I pursued further.

“Where are your Mummy and Papa?”

“They are over there below the Metro Bridge. Sometimes we sleep here in the park and sometimes below the bridge.”

“Oh, my God, that’s rather sad. But where have you come from? You must have had some home before coming here.”

“Yes, we did. We have come from Haryana.”

“Don’t you go to school?”

“No.”

“What about food? What do you eat?”

“Someone comes to the bridge everyday and gives us food. That’s how we manage.”

“What’s your name?”

“Golu.”

His matter-of-fact way of talking made my eyes moist and I wondered why God makes little, helpless children face uncertain lives like these.  I hope and pray that this child has a better future ahead…

Here are some more pics…

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