Divine Intervention

So we just celebrated Diwali, Eid, Guru Nanak Jayanti and we also see Christmas is almost at our door steps. What excites me is that each religion has their own festival, a festival to gather, a festival to unite to our loved ones. But the question is, do we really have to wait for it ?

A little flash back.

I have had the most amazing opportunity in life of experiencing 3-4 culture. My Parents - a pair of Marwadi & Gujarati, living a majority of their life in Tamil Nadu. As a kid, I had this ultimate freedom to understand each of these religion. I am Jain per all official records, yet I had no restriction to one religion or culture. Even when it comes to cuisine, I enjoy Khandvi as much as a Gujarati would or love idli sambar as my breakfast for my entire life. To top it, I have been to the Madurai Meenakshi Temple more number of times than I have been to a Jain temple.

My parents were always broad in their perspectives about cultures or religions. My father himself was an atheist for more than 2 decade of his life. This gave us the independence to pursue our God. I ve never particularly found any differences between a Mandir or Gurudware (those are only two holy sites I have stepped into). As I believe the focus of each of these institutions is to help us build faith in a power which is more likely powerful than a human being.

In times of distress, we all look upto someone we trust; friends, parents, loved ones or God, in no particular order, but what if, I were to tell you, we need not be dependent on any such external factors for solutions. In today's world with more people living a, "I dont fucking care" attitude,  embracing ourselves with power to be the master of our own decisions doesn't seem to out of the league. 

I am not an atheist, I have faith in my own God, but I will not name them. There are too many judgments instantaneously created , the moment I mention my God.  My supreme power has provided me with enough insight to stand a mile away from such stone pelting acts.

Going back to the start of my blog, I named festivals, each represented by a religion, but the concept of each festival is same Happiness. If you really want to enjoy each moment of Life, kindly do wait for Festival days, which you can then enjoy. Do it now.
(Be the Geet of Jab We Met)

Start believing in Divine Intervention in your life. It is omnipresent. Every step back, every distress, every failure, broken relationship is more of an intervention and if you believe in it , it is an Divine Intervention. Wait for it to show its true powers. 

Bless you with good times ahead.

x

a Dreamer

      It’s just been 2 days since the storm had ended, It’s not the usual me for the moment. It’s a Saturday afternoon and I am already bored watching TV and re-ordering my closet. I am looking forward to dance at club crazily tonight, not because I had a hectic work week, but I’m still intoxicated with the blood that I was feeding my mind and body for the entire last month.

The journey, which began last month with a friend casually checking with me if I’d be interested to be part of a celebration in the campus, little did I know, I would be doing something which I had never done before. Yet still, I nodded in agreement. The grueling sessions would start right at 4:30 PM every work day, yes right after a mentally and tiring day at work, filled with back to back meetings and impending deadlines of tasks and the session would end after a good 90-120 minutes. But these grueling sessions were filled with meeting new souls and understanding their value in riding the storm. Some became special along the journey and others promised to be there for-ever. The smiles and laughter along the sweat and pain were probably a sign that, Life is all about moments like these. I was getting a dose it every day.

Come weekend or weekday, the sessions, not so grueling now though, kept going on. Even if all the souls who had volunteered to be part of it, were along or had to drift away, the show had to go on. Came the D-Day and it was time to let the world know, I have arrived. My Gang and I jumped on the floor as the music started. Track after track, it was a non stop performance of 15 mins. the audience rushed in the and every tiny space was occupied by the to find out what was on. Photos were clicked, videos were recorded in cell phones. The crowd was hooting and clapping. It was exhilarating. My first ever flash mob performance had just been completed, It was absolutely overwhelming to be there that moment. For a person who wouldn’t dance with anything but his hands, shifting your body and grooving to the beats, was a strange feeling.

The Flash Mob was a success, my friend, my dance partner and mentors who trusted, I could do it, had a smile on their face. I was glad, I had not disappointed them. That definitely called for a celebration and we did head out, to have our share of fun. New friends were created and some awesome memories too.

Flash Mob on my checklist, now stands ticked.