I think Mother Earth likes to flaunt her beauty once in a while...to tell us that she's very much alive. You had to be there to experience her majestic beauty...
I remember as a child, getting this pamphlet at our home once, urging people to buy swadeshi stuff. I laughed at the prospect, dismissing swadeshi stuff as substandard…Imported was always better. I also remember the time when Chinese goods started to trickle into the Indian market…it started with Chinese made Diwali decorations…strands of musical lights that we proudly displayed at our home…then came the flood of Chinese toys, furniture… and now almost every thing you wear, use or eat is made in China. It’s true that the world has shifted its polluting manufacturing industry to China , which is good for the rest of us. But is it really? Not only the job losses, but also the toxic imports from China are becoming lethal in some cases. The toy recall, then the pet food recall, the baby food recall…you name it, and you will see a China link…At least the United States has a way to monitor and recall the products deemed harmful for their people, but I wonder if any body really cares in Indi...
Original posting date: July 15, 2009 Going home is a highpoint for me. The moment the airplane lands at Mumbai airport, the stench in the air declares… “Welcome home!” I must say, it’s the sweetest smell for me, especially when I visit home like once in two years. The moment I leave the quiet enclosure of the aircraft, it seems like I am being sucked into a parallel universe…the sound, the smell, the hubbub of life and people is just overwhelming. My brain just explodes, trying to keep up with and comprehend the shock of stepping into a world of intense activity. Living in the US robs you of all the stimuli that life in India comes with. I cannot even begin to narrate what a regular day in India may come with. The ‘morning raagas’ consist of shrieks and shouts of children going to school; the vegetable vendors shouting on the top of their voices, trying to get a good start to a business day; the milkman delivering the milk so fast that you wonder how many houses he serves ...
Wandering through millennia, birth after birth, directionless, but carrying on Don't know what my goal is, don't know what I am searching for. I am waking up from my dream of ages, still a little groggy, trying to make sense of it all. Trying to find my purpose, trying to understand the grand scheme, to be finally fully awake. What is my goal in life? Why should I be awake? What is to be desired? What is to be achieved? Who is the dreamer? In whom is the dream? Who is the witness? What is a dream? Who knows I was dreaming? Who remembers what I saw? Who knows I am awake now? Who knows the present is not a dream? I pray I fully wake up some day, I pray I find what I am looking for I pray I understand what is to be desired, I pray I know what is to be achieved. I pray I understand who is praying, I pray I know whom I am praying to. I pray that my prayers reach the One who is listening, to the One who gives me my dreams.
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