Sadhguru Jaggi: 7 Notes, 7 Chakras: Music Spirituality and the Body

If you move into a certain state called Rithumbara Pragna, if you move into this state, and if you look at any form, the sound attached to it becomes clear to you. In such a state, the whole existence is just sound. All musical notes come from this.

-Sadhguru Jaggi

Read the complete article here: 7 Notes, 7 Chakras: Music Spirituality and the Body

*** I have a very brief introduction to the concept of "Rithumbara Pragna".  If I try to explain it in my words, I wont do it justice so here is the best explanation I found online:

According to Adya Shankaracharya, giyate tatvamanaya gayatriti, meaning, "That through which the Supreme Being (God) can be known is Gayatri. The wisdom brain, the righteous intelligence (ritumbhara prajna) through which that Being, that Reality can be known is Gayatri."

Ritumbhara prajna is the aspect of the brain that enables us to discriminate between truth and untruth, fame and notoriety, good and bad and right and wrong. The decision-making ability conferred by ritumbhara prajna is based on divine inspiration. It is an extremely powerful attribute; no other power in the world is as beneficial as ritumbhara prajna. In its absence, a person can be intelligent, clever, wealthy, talented, etc., but these qualities do not bestow true happiness. Also, they do not enable him to see the light of spirituality. They may permit him to accumulate materialistic wealth and power but they also bring with them tension, fear, doubts, greed, moha (attachment towards worldly objects and people), bad habits, etc. When these self-degrading qualities pile up, they become burdensome for the soul. Wealth that is earned with an aim to increase happiness without worrying about ethics always yields contrary results. The temporary glitter of the material world destroys the inner joy of a person. He suffers physical and mental ailments as a consequence. His soul also suffers. He may consider himself very intelligent but remains worried and uneasy. The intelligence that is not enlightened by ritumbhara prajna thus endows pain and suffering; it is best to have a minimum of such intelligence...

 Direct Link: http://www.akhandjyoti.org/?Akhand-Jyoti/2003/Jan-Feb/PhilosophyGayatri.2

तकनीक हमें जोड़ नहीं तोड़ रही है

पिछले दिनों तबीयत कुछ खराब थी तो डॉक्टर के यहां बैठा अपनी बारी का इंतजार कर रहा था। सोचा, जब तक बारी आती है तब तक चलो अपने दोस्त से बात कर ली जाए। उठकर बाहर आ गया और मोबाइल से अपने दोस्त को फोन लगा लिया। थोड़ी देर बाद जब लौटा तो पुराने दिन याद आ गए। एक वो भी जमाना था, जब डॉक्टर या वैद्य के पास बैठ अपनी बारी का इंतजार करते हुए लोग एक दूसरे से बातें कर लेते थे और एक नया रिश्ता बन जाता था। मगर आज तकनीक हमें वापस उन्हीं रिश्तों में धकेल देती है, जो हमारे कम्फर्ट जोन में है, नए रिश्ते बनाने का मौका ही नहीं देती।

कहने का मतलब है कि टेक्नॉलजी लोगों को करीब नहीं ला रही, बल्कि दूर कर रही है। व्यक्ति अंतर्मुखी बनता जा रहा है। हो सकता है इसके विपक्ष में तर्क देने वाले लोग यही कहेंगे कि फेसबुक, ऑर्कुट और ट्विटर जैसी तमाम सोशल साइट्स लोगों को करीब ले आई हैं। मगर मेरी सोच अलग दिशा में है। परंपरागत तरीकों को छोड़ सिर्फ वर्चुअली करीब आने में कैसी सफलता है?

यहां एक चीज की चर्चा करना जरूरी समझता हूं। तकनीक  ने एक नई चीज ईजाद की है 'सेकंड लाइफ'। कंप्यूटर पर एक कम्यूनिटी के रूप में सेकंड लाइफ का फलसफा एक अजीबोगरीब फिनॉमिना है। यह एक दूसरी ही जिंदगी है, जहां आप अपने आप को डिजाइन कर एक कैरक्टर का रूप लेते हैं और उस दूसरी दुनिया के मेंबर बन जाते हैं। यह एक ऐसी दुनिया है, जहां वे तमाम चीजें उपलब्ध हैं जो वास्तविक दुनिया में होती हैं। जहां आप कुछ भी खरीद सकते हैं, ऑफिस खोल सकते हैं, रिश्ते बना सकते हैं, शादी कर सकते हैं, तलाक ले सकते हैं और यहां तक कि बच्चे भी गोद ले सकते हैं। दुनिया में कई लोग उस दुनिया का हिस्सा बने हैं। वहां जो जैसा नहीं है, वैसा बनने की ऐक्टिंग कर रहा है। मैं भी अनुभव लेने के लिए वहां पहुंचा। मैंने पाया कि दुनिया के अलग-अलग कोने में बैठे लोग वहां वर्चुअली एक दूसरे से जुड़े हैं। दरअसल यह एक तरह की मानसिक स्थिति है, जिसमें दिमाग तो जुड़ा है पर शरीर नहीं।

तकनीक की वजह से यही स्थिति हमारी होती जा रही है और हम ऐसे टर्म से गुजर रहे हैं, जहां हमारे शरीर की भूमिका कम होती जा रही है और दिमाग की ज्यादा, जबकि पहले अपने अस्तित्व को जीवित रखने के लिए शरीर को मेहनत करनी होती थी। मगर अब तकनीक ने हमारे चारों और ऐसी चीजें मुहैया करवा दी हैं कि जिसमें शरीर का रोल ही नहीं बचा है। अब शरीर और दिमाग की दूरी बढ़ गई है, जहां दिमाग अपने आपको आगे समझने लगा है। यह दूरी धीरे-धीरे और बढ़ेगी। मगर यह सही नहीं है। यही वजह है कि हम अस्वस्थ होते जा रहे हैं, क्योंकि आधे से ज्यादा वक्त तो हमारा दिमाग ही ले लेता है और शरीर के हिस्से कुछ नहीं आता। इस तरह अपने आप में रहने वाले व्यक्तियों का निर्माण हो रहा है। आज पैरंट्स शिकायत करते हैं कि टीनएजर्स अपने कमरे से बाहर ही नहीं निकलते। वजह साफ है वे रीयल के बजाय वर्चुअल रिश्तों से जुड़ते जा रहे हैं क्योंकि वह अपनी सुविधा के अनुसार रिश्ते बना रहे हैं। वह जब चाहें किसी से चैट करें, जब चाहें न करें या जब चाहें स्क्रीन पर आएं या न आएं।

इसलिए मेरा मानना है कि आने वाली पीढ़ी के लिए शरीर और दिमाग के बीच तालमेल बिठा पाना और मुश्किल हो जाएगा। जिस तरह मनुष्य प्रकृति के नियमों को तोड़ रहा है, उससे तो यही लगता है कि आने वाले समय में एक बड़ा संकट खड़ा हो सकता है। हम एक ऐसी सभ्यता की ओर बढ़ रहे हैं जहां स्पर्श या आलिंगन जैसी चीजें महत्वहीन हो जाएगी। आंख से टपकते आंसुओं के  कोई मायने नहीं होंगे। हम एक जीवन को बर्खास्त करके दूसरे जीवन को जी रहे हैं। हम एक अंतहीन जीवन की कल्पना कर रहे हैं, जिसमें कहीं न कहीं विस्फोट होगा ही। बेहतर है समय रहते योग, ध्यान और प्राकृतिक तरीकों से शरीर और दिमाग की दूरी कम कर ली जाए।

Link: http://blogs.navbharattimes.indiatimes.com/paperweight/entry/%E0%A4%A4%E0%A4%95%E0%A4%A8-%E0%A4%95-%E0%A4%B9%E0%A4%AE-%E0%A4%9C-%E0%A4%A1# 

Quote: June 25, 2010

Never allow someone to be your priority

while allowing yourself to be their option.

~Unknown. 

eFFFF (Discretion advised - Profane language)

Tring Tring

“Hello”

“Jas – I am selling that house so I am in the vicinity; meet me for dinner”.

“Saala – Kutta – Harami”

“Shit Jas - …”

“Dude – not you! That bloody Olluu ka Patha almost hit me!”

“Jas – Nobody would believe that you curse when they meet you in person”.

“Yeah – I hate cursing. It’s so crude! Yuck! Sounds horrible! Unless I am the one cursing… “

“Tere munh sey gaaliyan acchi lagti hain”

“Hai na – I think so too – Meri all time favorite hai - Kutta Kamina. Aur mein ladkiyon ko galiyan nahin nakalti .. Except when driving. Kitney mahaan vichaar hain na mere?”

“Aur koi gaali jo aapko achi lagti hai … “

“hmmm … you know standard ones, Saala harami, ullu ka patha, halkat harami, … Hindi ki best hain. English vali thodi zada ho jaati hain. You know like bastard – seedha maa ko lagti hai, SOB – voh bhi maa ko lagti hai… galiyan khane vale kaam karta koi hai, aur padti hai bechari maa ko!”

“aapke sach mein ucch vichaar hain. Ok – so dinner par aur batana …”

 I need cursing detox! Because these days "fucking asshole" rolls off my tongue effortlessly... Any suggestions?

jaane kab aaye koi ...

Perhaps rendering Qatil Shifai's "tune ye phool" composed by Jagjit Singh may be the high points of his singing career - that does not negate the fact that RajKumar Rizvi is a musical gem! An unknown name otherwise, I fell in love with is voice when I first heard him on "Gazal Ka Safar"...

This gazal is a masterpiece - a combination of finest singing, composition and poetry! I return back to this piece every so often . . .




Tune yeh phool jo zulfon mein sajaa rakha hai
Ek diya hai jo andheron mein jala rakha hai

Jeet le jaaye koi mujh ko naseebon walaa
Zindagi ne mujhe daao pe laga rakha hai

Jaane kab aaya koi dil mein jakhna wala
Isiliye main ne giraban khula rakha hai

Imtihaan aur mere zabt ka tum kya loga
Main ne dharkhan ko bhi seena mein chuppa rakha hai

Dil ta ek shola magr beet gaye, din woh katey,
Ab kuredona ise, raakh mein kya rakha hai
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Gulaam Ali's version is also available on YouTube, but this one far surpasses it in my opinion.

zaroori kaam hai ...

found this nazm randomly. it would be great if someone could tell who authored this: 

zaroori kaam hai lekin, rozaana bhool jaata hoon,
mujhey tumse muhabbat hai, batana bhool jaata hoon.

teri galiyon mein phirna achcha lagta hai,
mein raasta yaad rakhta hoon, theekana bhool jaata hoon.

bas itni baat par mein logon ko achcha nahin lagta,
mein neki kar to deta hoon, jataana bhool jaata hoon.

shararat lekar aankhon mein voh tera dekhna tauba,
mein nazron pe jami nazrein jhukana bhool jata hoon.

mohabbat kab hui, kaise hui, sab yaad hai mujhko,
mein kar ke mohabbat ko bhulana bhool jaata hoon.

I am Queen of Wands!

My only exposure to Tarot was during college. I had a friend who had bought a deck (from Toys R Us) which came with an instructions book. We would sometimes gather at her house to ask random questions about boys.

"Does Mr. A like Ms. B?"
"Will  I be Mrs. C?"
"What is Mr. D hiding?"

Oh - I was good ole' fun like a superior version of playin M.A.S.H.

Yesterday, a lady in my local downtown sat with a spread charging $3/question.  I did not really have any questions to ask so I asked her "where do you see me in my life now?" Here is who she described me as: Queen of Wands.

I googled the description and I have to say I can't disagree!

The Queen of Wands
As a suit, Wands are direct, determined and connected to Will and its appropriate application. The Queen of Wands represents a woman who knows exactly what she wants out of life, and aims at her goals with great dedication.
She is often a woman who has experienced conflict and trauma, and learned from these. She's usually independent, forthright and self-motivated. As a friend she will be loyal and honest, though sometimes given to handing out unwelcome advice, and taking over.
As a parent she can be quite dominant, claiming that she wants her off spring to be self-reliant and confident, but sometimes tending to become impatient, and do things on their behalf in her own way, rather than allowing her children to make up their own minds.
She's a fighter, who does not suffer fools gladly. She will support and assist those who are vulnerable and needy, offering unceasing energy and determination. She takes up causes readily, and proves herself a worthy adversary. However she has a tendency not to know when to stop, and enjoys being at the forefront of the battle, rather than beavering away on the more routine aspects of any campaign.
This is a forceful and proud woman. She applies high standards to everything she becomes involved in. As a result, she can sometimes be somewhat intolerant of people who do things differently.
So - The Queen of Wands - a fine ally, and a dangerous enemy!

 Although - I don't believe, I would be really a dangerous enemy...

aaoo naa ... jhelum mein beh lenge!

kabhi kabhi aas paas chaand rehta hai
kabhi kabhi aas paas shaam rehti hai . . .



This movie made me wonder - terrorism may have scarred the Kashmir valley; it did little to effect its beauty. I know its a contradictory statement but you have to have seen Kashmir to know what I mean. Kashmir, the "Paradise of Earth" is brave and withstood many brutalities. What an apt story this movie tells - Love story of two very brave individuals who submit completely to each other ... unrestrained... 

I had an opportunity to visit the Poonch region of J&K and spend a month in Balnoi. For all that I have had an opportunity to see, I would have to say nothing was a beautiful at that region. Words can't describe it. Lot of times I close my eyes and I can go back to those days spent in Balnoi. . . . We lived in a thatched hut with no electricity. The Army mess would turn on the generator once on a Sunday to watch a movie on the VCR - except there were only two movies available: Jaaney Bhi Do Yaaron and some adult film. So if we were in the mess, the choice was rather easy. Adult film it was! j/k ;)

We spent days learning to ride horses, going for drives by the Jhelum, climbing trees and reading comics, playing croquet, ... I fired a weapon for the first time over there. I still remember my silly ass thought that sparks would fly out of the little holes on the barrel of the sten gun.... I could go on about that month for a long time.

Anyway - this movie captured that spirit of J&K I saw that time when I went on rides with my father in his Jeep ... I think it was a ride from Balnoi to Rajauri. Terrorism had not had a chance to leave physical effects yet at the time. ...

6-month long Saturdays!

Oh! I am so sleep deprived.

What’s worse – lack of sleep means no dreams. I love my dreamland. I have the most amazing dreams and I look forward to the weekend because on Saturdays and Sundays, I can actually remember them because no alarm clock goes off to wake me up. I hate alarm clocks.

By the way whose brilliant idea was it that human race should have a five-day work-week? We are our own worst enemies. We work during our most wonderful youth to preserve our future – you know when we are old and arthritis-ridden and a new vicodin bottle from the pharmacy makes the week. I mean, why couldn’t the culture be set up so that we worked half a year and enjoyed half a year. If you are a summer person you work winters and vice versa. I would be working summers cuz I am a winter person.

I think if we put the 6-month work-year in effect, this would be an amazing world. We would accomplish so much more. We would actually have an opportunity spend time. Right now the reality is that time spends us.

A 6-month a year work lifestyle would redefine “achievements”. I am sure the first thing that comes to mind is a visual of a 6 month long Saturday. I don’t think that’s what would happen. I think it would be far better planned with some very constructive activities to fill that time. Like how people say, “if I had time, I would…” or “when I retire, I want to…” There would be no sense of missing out on life because you are too busy securing your future that today is getting invested into it completely. There wont be that sad element of “wait” involved. People returning from their 6-month sabbatical would have fabulous tales of adventures to share and be ready to dive into being productive because the balance would have been acquired.

I am sure the activities during the time-off wouldn’t be just self-indulging (although a little bit of indulgence is fair game)… Let me think – what would I do? I would probably spend a good chunk of my off-time volunteering to make my surroundings a better place. I would incorporate some self-growth activities which 2-day weekends don’t allow me to do… God – lots of things are coming to my mind…. I am certain, it would not feel like time-wasted.

This sort of culture would give an individual a lot of opportunity for self-discovery which would subsequently lead to a stable community.

It would not just take away all the sorrows of life – but definitely leave less room for regrets for people to look back upon.

Now all we need to do is reorganize the financial dynamics of our society and we are good to go … look forward to my 6 month Saturday!

I told you in the beginning, I have fabulous dreams! Technicolor, 3-D, Dolby surround sound, the works….

Quote: June 16, 2010

beginnings and endings are sometimes marked by expected becoming anomalous 

and unexpected becoming the norm!

-jm

Quote: June 14, 2010

Some people don't understand that sarcasm needs to come in a package with wit. So they are just insulting.

-jm

A Story: घर और दरवाज़े

यह एहसास और महसूस में क्या difference होता है? 

तुम जैसे लोग यह कौनसी ख़यालों की दुनिया में जीते हो? यह - तुम्हारे आस-पास देखो; यह ही real है. यह - जिसे तुम छु लो, यह real है;    बाक़ी सब illusion . Step out of  your illusion! 

उसकी यह clichéd सी बातें मुझे हैरान करती हैं.  इस लिए नहीं की वोह यह बातें कई बार कह चुकी है, मगर इस लिए क्योंकी मैं imagine ही नहीं कर सकती की कोई ऐसा भी है जिसने अपने ख़यालों में अपनी एक separate दुनिया नहीं बना रखी हो. I believe that the collective "we" एक इस existence में जीते हैं जो उस divine force की imagination है और एक हमारी imagination की दुनिया है जिस में हम खुद divine forces हैं! वोह बोल रही थी और मुझे एक उजड़े हुए garden का vision आया! Sad ! यह उसके ख़यालों की दुनिया थी जिसे उसने accept नहीं किया था तो सभी फूल-पत्ते सूख गए थे. 


 तुम जैसे लोग कैसे हमेशा इस real दुनिया में function कर सकते हो? इस real दुनिया में सब कुछ tangible है.  इन five -senses के दायरे में क़ैद है ... finite है! ... यह real दुनिया भी अछी है मगर its like poetry - जहाँ words की कमी पड़ जाती है और वहीँ rhythm टूट जाती है.  वोह जिसे तुम illusion कहती हो, वहां ऐसा कुछ नहीं होता. 


यह ख़यालों की दुनिया और reality parallel ही चलते हैं. वोह कोई utopian dream नहीं होती और अगर होती तो ज़ादा देर तक नहीं रहती. Human mind does not have enough love to carry the burden of Utopia for more than a split-second. 


Imagination की दुनिया - वहां कुछ नहीं टूटता; वक़्त के साथ metamorphose हो जाता है.  जैसे की चेहरा वोही हो और expression बदल जाए! Reality poetry hai  तो imagination music है - सात सुरों के दायरे में भी freedom -  like being in love; you are attached yet free! उसकी rhythm कभी नहीं टूटती ... वहां सब कुछ infinite है. वहां discontentment में भी fulfillment है. 


जाने का वक़्त हो गया था - मैंने उसके हाथों में journal पकड़ा दिया और कहा, "call me next week to let me know when you will bring this back". 


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कुछ साल पहले उसने मेरे birthday पर मुझे एक thoughtful gift दिया था. एक journal था and उसके pages leaves (vegetable based parchement paper) के थे - ज़ादा pages नहीं थे; probably about ten.  वोह मेरी book shelf पर पड़ा रहा.  I was saving it for a story that would do that journal justice. 


A writer once told me that she had written her longest story in ten lines.  She smiled and said, "I would like you to tell a long tale in a short story".  I was saving that journal for that long tale. 


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Doors and Thresholds 


उसका ख़याल जब एक permanent fixture बन कर mind में बस गया तो एक घर भी अपनी दीवारों, खिडकियों, और दरवाज़ों के foundations lay कर गया. वोह मेरा घर तो नहीं था, पर strange भी नहीं लगता था. I think I saw it in my dreams too a few times.  घर में उसका एहसास था पर कभी उसे देखा नहीं. 


धीरे-धीरे घर में सब कुछ अपनी पसंद से लगा दिया: white linen के परदे, rosewood के pieces, sandalwood की एक छोटी सी मूर्ति by the window,  wind -chimes.  Garden में water -fountain, bird-feeder, specially grafted rose bushes and a lemon tree. Although, में रोज़ water करती थी, पर पता नहीं क्यों - कुछ दिन हुए की सारा garden सूख गया. अभी तो summer भी नहीं आई, spring में ही सूख गया. मैंने अपनी imagination को push किया  - की शायद कहीं कोई फूल आ जाये, मगर fail हो गयी.  


और फिर, घर का दवाज़ा जो हमेशा खुला रहता था, कल बंद हो गया.  में घबरा गयी - मैंने knock किया तो खुल गया. Slightly bewildered, I stepped inside without realizing that the threshold had changed - I tripped and fell. Wait - यह वोह घर नहीं है. Oh no - कब सब कुछ बदल गया कुछ पता भी नहीं लगा? 


मेरी knees and palm छिल गए थे. इससे पहले कोई देख लेता, में वहां से निकल आई.  


"रुक - तू  मुझे छोड़ कर जा रही है" 


मैंने पलट कर देखा - मेरा lemon tree जो मैंने सब से पहले plant किया था वोह परेशान खड़ा था. 


It felt good - किसी ने तो रोका; half a second के लिए hope आ गयी थी.  


"मेरी टहनियाँ जल्दी ही lemons से भर जाएँगी.  सोचा था की तू आएगी इन्हे उतारने; अब कौन आएगा? मुझे भी साथ ले चल."


"तुझे कैसे ले जाऊं.  तेरी जडें यहाँ लग गयी हैं. तू फिक़र न कर - तेरी जड़ों में एक prayer बाँध दी थी मैंने. कुछ वक़्त में दो pair हाथ तेरी टहनियों पर झूलेंगे और जो lemons गिरेंगे उन्हें घर के अन्दर लेजा कर अपनी माँ से कहेंगे, "mom, can you help us with some lemonade". 


हम दोनों हंस पड़े.  यह हमारी दुनिया है! यहाँ कुछ नहीं टूटता और कुछ ख़तम नहीं होता ... बस थोडा सुर बदल जाता है ... 


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अगले  ही दिन phone आ गया. 


"यह क्या बक़वास लिखा है? मुझे कुछ समझ नहीं आया!" 


"ठीक है. लौटा दो. एक नए पेड़ से दोस्ती हो रही है ... वोह मेरे lemon tree को जानता है... 

Quote: June 8, 2010

Don't you just get a kick out of the different definitions of Love?

Love is when two people who care for each other get confused!
-Bob Schneider

kyonki tum mere koi nahin . . .

"socha na tha" soundtrack has been one of my favorites since I first heard it. I have always had it on my mp3. its the simplicity of expression in the poetry; it conforms to the conversation style - something very difficult to pen!

mera tumhara
kya rishta hai?
kuch bhi nahin!
agar kabhi tum
guzarta dekho
kya tum mujhey bulaogey?
shayad nahin!
agar jo phir hum
kabhi na mile to
kya tum yaad aaoge?
nahin!
kyonki tum mere koi nahin
main janti hoon magar
ho jab mere koi nahin
kyon lagtey ho mujhko paraye nahin?

Dear Maataji!

She was my father's closest friend's mother. She was born a princess and married off into the most prominent royal families of Punjab.

As a child she came closest to the grandmother experience for me. I would be left in her care many times when my parents went to late night parties. I don't remember her face very clearly but I will never forget her voice. Frolicking around the house full of expensive pieces, Mataji would lovingly say, "पुत्तर सतत लग जाणी है". Or when I would start missing mom and dad, she would say, "पुत्त ऐन्ज् नहिन करिदा हुन्दा".

She would get a whole lot of visitors during the day. People would come to her for recommendations for jobs, schools, or just talk about their personal problems. Did they assume that being royalty, she had some kind of a super power to solve all issues? She would do whatever she could to help people although her own life was replete with her own sorrows (which I obviously won't post here).

Today Mom consulted with her favorite spiritual and astrological advisor and as usual she confirmed - "तुसी फ़िक़र् ना करो; थोडा मादा time है अगले साल तक। उह्दे बाद तान रानीयान वाली किस्मत है।" She felt reassured and related the message to me. I said, "रानीयान वाली किस्मत - माताजी जैसे?"

Many years later when I had an opportunity to be with my own grandmother, I remember telling her, "बीजी - तूस्सी मैन्नू माताजी वर्गे लाग्दे हो " Interestingly Maataji is still my reference point for a grandmother personality.

Women who were grandmothers to our generation were amazing beyond words - I have wanted to write about my Beeji several times but words never seemed to do justice. Here is what I remember the most about all the Maatjis and Beejis: best cooks ever; super gorgeous wrapped up in lace vaaley dupattey; head always covered. Even after celebrating half a century of marriage, they were shy like new brides around their husband. They brought their family together. I still remember going back home after my grandmother's death, the house was never same again!

And most of all - if ever things seemed like they needed divine intervention, Beeji would put her hand on your head and say, "बाबाजी सब् ठीक कर देणगे". Miraculously, that would happen each time. I wish grandmothers lived forever because there are many more unanswered prayers that she can use her contacts with babaji for!