Creative Writings and Musings

PURPOSE OF LIFE  Author: Prabir                   Purpose of life differs from person to person.   For some, the purpose of life is to earn money.   For some, the purpose of life is to help the needy.   For some, the purpose of life is to educate the illiterate.   For some, the purpose of life is to save the animals.   For some, purpose of life is to save the environment.   For some, the purpose of life is to clean the city.   There are numerous examples to show how the people have chosen their purpose of life.                   Once I went to Puri to see the Jagannath Temple.   I stayed in a hotel nearby sea for a week.   Every day I used to go to the beach to enjoy the turbulent waves of the sea.   There I came across a fellow.   From his dress he looked from a well off family.   Every day in the morning and evening he used to collect rags and waste materials from the coast.   He used to clean the coast till he was satisfied.   While cleaning the coast he never intera

I wanted to meet him Sit with him With his eyes closed With my eyes closed With only the sound of heartbeat... I wanted to meet him Fill his fragrance in my heart Feel the ocean of silence inside him Immerse myself a little more... Alas! he has send the message Through the airs He is going home No more meetings for him.. Not now... My heart is filled with tears Are they of pain, I doubt Are they of joy, I doubt But, I know I will meet him Because, I too will go home one day... _/\_ Dunija Rothschild

राह में  मिले कृष्णा कहीं, मुझे अपनी  बांसुरी दे गए कान में मेरे चुपके से एक बात कह गए --         वह छेल छबीली पनघट पर         शिथिल , चुपचाप खड़ी है         वह जड़ है         लेकर अपना भार खड़ी है         अपने प्रिय की प्रतीक्षा में         कितनी लाचार बनी है         आँखों में, अंतर में, कुछ लिए         वह बेजार खड़ी है                  - अपूर्व ! तुम उसे                     यह बांसुरी दे देना                     उसकी अनकही बातों को                     उसके प्रिये तक पहुंचा देना                     मै फिर पहुंचा पनघट पर                     हाथ में बांसुरी लिए                     संकुचता हुआ                     ह्रदय  में संवेदना लिए                     लगा जैसे एक भोली बाला                     लाज में गड़ी हो                     प्रेम की आग दिल में लिए                     संशय में पड़ी हो                              दे दूँ उसे बांसुरी                              और खोल दूँ वो सब द्वार                              जिन्हे वो यत्न  से, सब से छुपा, बंद किये खड़ी है                             

Author: Dunija Rothschild Life a great teacher holds my hand every morning teaches me to laugh in pain and cry when filled with joy... Life a great teacher whispers songs of love, of hope in my ears and teach world is but a giant toy...  About the Author: Dunija Rothschild, is a writer, meditator and philosopher.  She enjoys observing herself and others in the varied colors of life. All her stories and poems take shape from the class called Life, they are inspired from the real life incidents.

Author: Amy Hofstadter I think I was sleeping, when a deep male voice woke me up. In front of me was standing a handsome old man, with all his hairs silver white. I saw around, the room looked different, it was not my usual studio apartment. The room was much larger and very dimly lit. The old man was standing about five feet away from me near a strange looking light source , surrounded by two coils glowing with light. The old man was talking perhaps to me or to himself! I am not even sure that he knew I was present there. His voice echoed in my ears, “Today I am 120 year old, almost the last surviving male of my generation!   Inventor of   life force generator, a device that can generate infinite energy from nothing.”   Saying this, he moved towards the central light source.   I don’t know if it is my imagination, or just pure sleep, but I am sure I saw at that moment the   light source flickered and few firefly like things flew from it, they merged   into that old man’s face. The f

Image source: http://maxpixel.freegreatpicture.com/Human-Friends-Hiking-Leisure-Rest-Meeting-Group-2156513 One day as Lord Buddha was on his way to ask for alms, he found a young boy Sigala offering prostrations to the six directions.  Seeing him Buddha asked the young Boy what he is doing the boy replied his father had instructed him to prostrate thus so as to increase prosperity and wealth Buddha said this is not the right way to prostrate. The curious Sigala then requested the enlightened one to shed light on the right way to prostrate, for increasing prosperity and wealth. Buddha also told him about how to identify good friends and foes disguised as friends. We will talk about foes disguised as friends in another post. Today we talk about four types of good friends as told by Tathagat to the young Sigala: Helper Friend : Helper friend protects you when you are vulnerable. He guides you, counsels you against wasting your wealth. He helps you in protecting your wealth. When you are a