” உள்ளத்தில் நல்ல உள்ளம் …காந்திமதி அம்மாவின் சேவை …”

 

  • அன்னப் படையல் நடக்கிறது. படங்கள்: எஸ்.கிருஷ்ணமூர்த்தி
    அன்னப் படையல் நடக்கிறது. படங்கள்: எஸ்.கிருஷ்ணமூர்த்தி
  • காந்திமதி
    காந்திமதி

‘‘நாளைக்கு என்ன வரும் என்று தெரியாது. ஆனால், யார் மூலமா வது வரவேண்டியது எப்படியாவது வந்துவிடும். அந்த நம்பிக்கையில் தான் அன்றாடப் பொழுது விடிகிறது’’ என்று நம்பிக்கையுடன் சொல்கிறார் காந்திமதி.

யார் இவர்? மதுரை கீழமாசி வீதியில் உள்ள டெலிபோன் எக்ஸ் சேஞ்ச் வாசலில் தினமும் மதியம் 12 மணிக்கு தவறாமல் காந்திமதியைப் பார்க்கலாம். அவரது வருகையை எதிர்பார்த்து 50-க்கும் மேற்பட்டோர் அங்கு காத்துக் கொண்டிருப்பார்கள். அவர்களது பசியைப் போக்கும் புண்ணிய காரியத்தைச் செய்து வருபவர்தான் காந்திமதி.

சேவை செய்ய வந்தவர்

மதுரையில் உள்ள சமரச சுத்த சன்மார்க்க சத்திய சங்கத்தில் சேவை செய்வதற்காக 9 ஆண்டுகளுக்கு முன்பு வந்தார் காந்திமதி. இப்போது அந்த சங்கத்தையே அவர்தான் வழிநடத்திக் கொண்டிருக்கிறார். தனது சேவை குறித்து ‘தி இந்து’விடம் மனம் திறந்து பேசுகிறார் காந்திமதி..

இந்த சங்கத்தை அன்பானந்தம் ஐயாதான் 12 வருஷமா நடத்திட்டு இருந்தார். நான் சேவை செய்யுறதுக்காக இந்த சங்கத்துக்கு வந்தேன். இயலாதவங்களுக்கு சேவை பண்றது பிடிச்சிருந்ததால, சம்பளம் வாங்காமலே வேலை பார்த்துட்டு இருந்தேன்.

ரெண்டு வருஷம் முன்னாடி அன்பானந்தம் ஐயா உடம்புக்கு முடியாமப் போய் இறந்துட்டாரு. அந்த நேரத்துல சங்கத்தை எடுத்து நடத்த யாரும் முன்வரல. ஏதோ ஒரு தைரியத்துல நானே எடுத்து நடத்த முடிவு பண்ணேன்.

தினமும் இங்கே பஜனை நடக்கும். வாடிய பயிரைக் கண்டு வாடிய வள்ளலாரின் பெயர் சொல்லும் சங்கம் என்பதால், பசி என்று வந்தவர்களுக்கு தினமும் அன்னப் படையலும் நடக்கிறது. சங்கத்தில் போதிய இடம் இல்லாததால் இங்கு சாப்பாடு சமைத்து கீழமாசிவீதி டெலிபோன் எக்ஸ்சேஞ்ச் வாசலுக்கு கொண்டு போயிடுவோம். அங்கு பிளாட்பாரத்துல வைச்சு தினமும் அன்னப்படையல் நடக்கும். இங்க சாப்பிட வர்றவங்கள்ல பெரும்பாலானவங்க ஏழைகள், பிச்சைக்காரர்கள்தான். மூட்டை தூக்கும் தொழிலாளர்கள் சிலரும் சாப்பிட்டுப் போவாங்க.

ஆன்மிக அன்பர்களின் உதவியில்..

எங்களது சேவை பற்றிக் கேள்விப்பட்டு, ஆன்மிக அன்பர்கள் அவங்களாவே வந்து நிதியுதவி செய்வாங்க. அவங்க கொடுக்கிற காசுலதான் தினமும் அன்னப் படையல் நடக்குது. டெலிபோன் எக்ஸ்சேஞ்ச் அதிகாரிகளும் ஊழியர்களும் ரொம்ப ஆதரவா இருக்காங்க.

நாளைக்கு என எதையும் நாங்க சேர்த்து வைக்கிறதில்லை. ஆண்டவன் மேல பாரத்தைப் போட்டுட்டு இருந்துடுவோம். நமக்கு என்ன தேவையோ அது யார் மூலமாவது சரியான நேரத்துக்கு வந்து சேர்ந்துடும்.

பிறந்த நாள், திருமண நாள் இதுக்கெல்லாம் சிலபேர் வந்து அன்னதானம் செய்வாங்க. அப்படி இல்லாத நாட்களில் எங்களிடம் இருக்கும் காய்கனிகளை ஒன்றாகப் போட்டு சாம்பார் சாதம் ஆக்கிக் கொடுத்துவிடுவோம்.

சராசரியாக தினமும் 70 பேருக்கு ஒருவேளை அன்னப்படையல் வைக்கிறோம். இதுக்கு ஆயிரம் ரூபாய் தேவைப்படுது. இதுபோக, இந்தக் கட்டிடத்துக்கு மாத வாடகை ரூ.3500 கொடுக்கணும். எல்லாமே அன்பர்கள் உதவியில்தான் நடக்குது.

‘இறைவன்தான் படியளக்கிறார்’

இந்த சேவையை நான் செய்யுறதா நினைக்கல. இறைவன்தான் எல்லோருக்கும் படியளக்கிறார். அந்த சேவையில நானும் ஒரு ஊழியரா வேலை பார்க்கிறேன். காலா காலத்துக்கும் இந்த சேவை நிக்காம நடக்கணும்னு நீங்களும் பெருமாளை வேண்டிக்குங்க. வேண்டுதல் கோரிக்கையோடு விடை கொடுத்தார் காந்திமதி.

source:::: THE HINDU….TAMIL

Natarajan

 

Message For the Day…” What is True Love …” ?

Prema (Love) should be shown not only towards God but towards all beings in creation. Love is a powerful force. No other power excels it. Misunderstanding the nature of love, people are falling a prey to suffering. This is the result of misguided expressions of what is considered love. People today worship God for the fulfillment of desires relating to this world and the other. This is not true love. People pretend to love their kith and kin and friends out of purely selfish considerations. This is only attachment and not love. Only that can be described as love which offers itself without any expectation of recompense. In the Gita, God has been described Suhrith (a true friend). Without expecting any return, accompanying you like a shadow, God fulfills your desires. God has no expectations. Suhrith defines the utterly selfless love of the Lord.

 

Sathya Sai Baba

Best Graduation Speech of the Year…Inspiring One !!!

Source:::: Bill Murphy Jr in http://www.inc.com

Natarajan


Sure, you could have a politician, an entertainer, or some other big name give the graduation speech at your college. But can you beat the advice you’d get from the Navy SEAL who commanded the raid that got bin Laden?

There have been some interesting graduation speaker choices this year: President Obama at the University of California, Irvine; actor Ed Helms at Cornell University, former New York Times editor Jill Abramson at Wake Forest University.

However, I’ve had several people from very different backgrounds recommend one speaker’s remarks in particular, especially when it comes to learning leadershipAdmiral William McRaven, a Navy SEAL who commanded the operation to get Osama bin Laden.

McRaven was the speaker at the University of Texas at Austin, and he focused on the 10 most important lessons that stuck with him as a result of getting through the notoriously difficult SEAL training program. Here are the key takeaways from his remarks.

1. Start the day by making your bed.

Is it surprising that a four-star admiral known as the world’s deadliest man begins by telling you the same thing that your mom probably got after you to do as a little kid?

Start every day making your bed, McRaven advised, which was the first task of the day at SEAL training. If you do so, it will mean that the first thing you do in the morning is to accomplish something, which sets the tone for the day, encourages you to accomplish more, and reinforces that little things in life matter.

“And, if by chance you have a miserable day, you will come home to a bed that is made–that you made,” McRaven said, “and a made bed gives you encouragement that tomorrow will be better.”

2. Find the right people to help you.

Each day at SEAL training, the volunteers had to paddle several miles down the San Diego coast in heavy surf, using small rubber boats. Everyone had to paddle together, he said–on a synchronized count and with similar strength–otherwise the boats would “turn against the wave and be unceremoniously tossed back on the beach.”

That metaphor carries over into life, McRaven said.

“For the boat to make it to its destination, everyone must paddle. You can’t change the world alone–you will need some help– and to truly get from your starting point to your destination takes friends, colleagues, the good will of strangers and a strong coxswain to guide them.”

3. Attitude and heart can outweigh other advantages.

One of the toughest groups of guys at SEAL training was a boat crew of six men, none of whom was more than five feet five inches tall, McRaven said. The bigger students referred to them as “the munchkin crew.”

Simply enduring the training was proof of toughness–the munchkin crew was among just 35 men in the original class of 150 who stuck around–but McRaven said these smaller guys “out paddled, out-ran, and out swam all the other boat crews.”

The lesson? “SEAL training was a great equalizer. Nothing mattered but your will to succeed. Not your color, not your ethnic background, not your education and not your social status. … If you want to change the world, measure a person by the size of their heart, not the size of their flippers.

4. Keep moving forward.

Some of the most uncomfortable moments during SEAL training came when the students were punished for small infractions–having a smudge on a belt buckle during uniform inspections, for example.

“For failing the uniform inspection, the student had to run, fully clothed into the surf zone and then, wet from head to toe, roll around on the beach until every part of your body was covered with sand,” McRaven recalled. “The effect was known as a ‘sugar cookie.’ You stayed in that uniform the rest of the day–cold, wet and sandy.”

Many students couldn’t endure the pain, but the key to succeeding was to accept that sometimes, life just sucks. But you have to move forward.

5. Don’t be afraid of the circuses.

The “circuses” during SEAL training referred to remedial physical training–an extra two hours of calisthenics for failing to meet a standard during the day. Circuses were “designed to wear you down, to break your spirit, to force you to quit.”

Nobody wanted to fail at anything; nobody wanted to have to go to the circus at the end of the day, when they were already exhausted from training. As painful as it was, however, McRaven said the extra two hours of working out started to pay off. The students who were “constantly on the list … got stronger and stronger.”

Pain builds strength and resiliency, McRaven said, both in training and the real world. Don’t be afraid of it.

6. Be resourceful and innovative.

It probably won’t surprise you to learn that SEAL training included an obstacle course. One of the obstacles was called the “slide for life,” and consisted of a 200-foot rope stretched between a 30-foot high tower and a 10-foot high tower.

The record for completing the obstacle course had stood for years by the time McRaven went through. He recalled that another student in his class shattered the record, in part by racing down the slide for life head-first, instead of the slower, safer method that everyone else used.

Taking risks and being innovative often pays off.

7. Don’t back down from the sharks.

I have to admit that the idea of volunteering for something like SEAL training never would have appealed to me, and by this point in McRaven’s description of the course, I’m confident that I made the right life choice. The next training exercise he described in his speech is the “night swim,” in which students have to swim through shark-infested waters.

“They assure you … that no student has ever been eaten by a shark–at least not recently,” McRaven said. “But, you are also taught that if a shark begins to circle your position–stand your ground. Do not swim away. Do not act afraid. And if the shark, hungry for a midnight snack, darts towards you … punch him in the snout and he will turn and swim away.”

If you can face a shark alone in the Pacific Ocean, you can probably face most of life’s other sharks. Don’t be afraid of them.

8. Be your very best in your darkest moments.

Among the many missions Navy SEALs tackle is to conduct underwater attacks against enemy shipping. This involves a pair of SEAL divers swimming two miles underwater, “using nothing but a depth gauge and a compass to get to their target.”

Most of the way during the swim, at least some light can reach the depths at which the SEALs are swimming. Close to the target, however, the shadow of the ship itself blocks all the light, and the SEALs find themselves working in pitch dark, McRaven said.

“Every SEAL knows that under the keel, at the darkest moment of the mission–is the time when you must be calm, composed–when all your tactical skills, your physical power and all your inner strength must be brought to bear.”

9. Sing when you’re up to your neck in mud.

“Hell Week” is the ninth week of SEAL training. It involves six days of almost no sleep and constant physical challenges. Part of this takes place at a swampy area between San Diego and Tijuana known as the Mud Flats.

At one point in McRaven’s Hell Week, the instructors ordered the class into the freezing mud for hours, which “consumed each man till there was nothing visible but our heads. The instructors told us we could leave the mud if … five men would quit.”

Instead, one man in the group started singing. Another joined in, and then another. The instructors threatened them, but they kept singing–which made the whole exercise just bearable enough to finish.

10. Never quit. (Never “ring the bell.”)

In SEAL training, students can quit anytime–and many ultimately do. There is a brass bell at the center of the training compound, and if you decide you want out of the course, all you have to do is go up to it and ring it.

“Ring the bell, and you no longer have to wake up at 5 o’clock,” McRaven said. “Ring the bell and you no longer have to do the freezing cold swims. Ring the bell and you no longer have to do the runs, the obstacle course, the PT–and you no longer have to endure the hardships of training. Just ring the bell.”

The ultimate key to success, McRaven said, is never to ring the bell.

” What is Mine …” ? A Man asks God …!!!

A man died…
When he realized it, he saw God coming closer with a suitcase in His hand

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Dialogue between God and Dead Man…
God: Alright son, it’s time to go.
Man: So soon? I had a lot of plans…
God: I am sorry but, it’s time to go.
Man: What do you have in that suitcase?
God: Your belongings.
Man: My belongings? You mean my things… clothes… money…
God: Those things were never yours, they belong to the Earth.
Man: Is it my memories?
God: No. They belong to Time.
Man: Is it my talent?
God: No. They belong to Circumstance.
Man: Is it my friends and family?
God: No son. They belong to the Path you travelled.
Man: Is it my wife and children?
God: No. They belong to your Heart.
Man: Then it must be my body.
God: No No… It belongs to Dust.
Man: Then surely it must be my Soul!
God: You are sadly mistaken son. Your Soul belongs to me.
Man with tears in his eyes and full of fear took the suitcase from the God’s hand and opened it…
EMPTY!!
With heartbroken and tears down his cheek he asks God…
Man: I never owned anything?
God: That’s right. You never owned anything.
Man: Then? What was mine?
God: Your MOMENTS. Every moment you lived was yours.

source:::: debu7370blogspot.com

Natarajan

A Train Journey and Two Names to Remember …

Of two co-travellers who surprised the writer with their graciousness, 24 years ago

It was the summer of 1990. As Indian Railway (Traffic) Service probationers, my friend and I travelled by train from Lucknow to Delhi. Two MPs were also travelling in the same bogie. That was fine, but the behaviour of some 12 people who were travelling with them without reservation was terrifying. They forced us to vacate our reserved berths and sit on the luggage, and passed obscene and abusive comments. We cowered in fright and squirmed with rage. It was a harrowing night in the company of an unruly battalion; we were on edge, on the thin line between honour and dishonour. All other passengers seemed to have vanished, along with the Travelling Ticket Examiner.

We reached Delhi the next morning without being physically harmed by the goons, though we were emotionally wrecked. My friend was so traumatised she decided to skip the next phase of training in Ahmedabad and stayed back in Delhi. I decided to carry on since another batchmate was joining me. (She is Utpalparna Hazarika, now Executive Director, Railway Board.) We boarded an overnight train to Gujarat’s capital, this time without reservations as there wasn’t enough time to arrange for them. We had been wait-listed.

We met the TTE of the first class bogie, and told him how we had to get to Ahmedabad. The train was heavily booked, but he politely led us to a coupe to sit as he tried to help us. I looked at the two potential co-travellers, two politicians, as could be discerned from their white khadi attire, and panicked. “They’re decent people, regular travellers on this route, nothing to worry,” the TTE assured us. One of them was in his mid-forties with a normal, affectionate face, and the other in his late-thirties with a warm but somewhat impervious expression. They readily made space for us by almost squeezing themselves to one corner.

They introduced themselves: two BJP leaders from Gujarat. The names were told but quickly forgotten as names of co-passengers were inconsequential at that moment. We also introduced ourselves, two Railway service probationers from Assam. The conversation turned to different topics, particularly in the areas of History and the Polity. My friend, a post-graduate in History from Delhi University and very intelligent, took part. I too chipped in. The discussion veered around to the formation of the Hindu Mahasabha and the Muslim League.

The senior one was an enthusiastic participant. The younger one mostly remained quiet, but his body language conveyed his total mental involvement in what was being discussed, though he hardly contributed. Then I mentioned Syama Prasad Mookerjee’s death, why it was still considered a mystery by many. He suddenly asked: “How do you know about Syama Prasad Mookerjee?” I had to tell him that when my father was a post-graduate student in Calcutta University, as its Vice-Chancellor he had arranged a scholarship for the young man from Assam. My father often reminisced about that and regretted his untimely death [in June 1953 at the age of 51].

The younger man then almost looked away and spoke in a hushed tone almost to himself: “It’s good they know so many things …”

Suddenly the senior man proposed: “Why don’t you join our party in Gujarat?” We both laughed it off, saying we were not from Gujarat. The younger man then forcefully interjected: “So what? We don’t have any problem on that. We welcome talent in our State.” I could see a sudden spark in his calm demeanour.

The food arrived, four vegetarian thalis. We ate in silence. When the pantry-car manager came to take the payment, the younger man paid for all of us. I muttered a feeble ‘thank you’, but he almost dismissed that as something utterly trivial. I observed at that moment that he had a different kind of glow in his eyes, which one could hardly miss. He rarely spoke, mostly listened.

The TTE then came and informed us the train was packed and he couldn’t arrange berths for us. Both men immediately stood up and said: “It’s okay, we’ll manage.” They swiftly spread a cloth on the floor and went to sleep, while we occupied the berths.

What a contrast! The previous night we had felt very insecure travelling with a bunch of politicians, and here we were travelling with two politicians in a coupe, with no fear.

The next morning, when the train neared Ahmedabad, both of them asked us about our lodging arrangements in the city. The senior one told us that in case of any problem, the doors of his house were open for us. There was some kind of genuine concern in the voice or the facial contours of the otherwise apparently inscrutable younger one, and he told us: “I’m like a nomad, I don’t have a proper home to invite you but you can accept his offer of safe shelter in this new place.”

We thanked them for that invitation and assured them that accommodation was not going to be a problem for us.

Before the train came to a stop, I pulled out my diary and asked them for their names again. I didn’t want to forget the names of two large-hearted fellow passengers who almost forced me to revise my opinion about politicians in general. I scribbled down the names quickly as the train was about to stop: Shankersinh Vaghela and Narendra Modi.

I wrote on this episode in an Assamese newspaper in 1995. It was a tribute to two unknown politicians from Gujarat for giving up their comfort ungrudgingly for the sake of two bens from Assam. When I wrote that, I didn’t have the faintest idea that these two people were going to become so prominent, or that I would hear more about them later. When Mr. Vaghela became Chief Minister of Gujarat in 1996, I was glad. When Mr. Modi took office as Chief Minister in 2001, I felt elated. (A few months later, another Assamese daily reproduced my 1995 piece.) And now, he is the Prime Minister of India.

Every time I see him on TV, I remember that warm meal, that gentle courtesy, caring and sense of security that we got that night far from home in a train, and bow my head.

(The author is General Manager of the Centre for Railway Information System, Indian Railways, New Delhi. leenasarma@rediffmail.com)

Keywords: Indian Railways, Shankersinh Vaghela, Narendra Modi, memories of Narendra Modi, Modi travelling by train

source:::::Leena Sarma in The Hindu  …Open Page…

Natarajan

Message For the Day…” Desire is the ‘Nityashatru’ of Man…”

No one filled with greed, fear and anger can achieve anything in this world. Excessive desires degrade a person. One cannot give up desires entirely. But there should be a limit to them. When they exceed the limits one goes astray. Desires are dreadfully dangerous. Today’s enemy may become tomorrow’s friend and vice versa. But desires are perpetual enemies. They haunt man ceaselessly. The Gita declares desire as the Nityashatru (eternal enemy) of man. Hence desire has to be kept under control. ‘Kamam hitva arthona bhavathi’ (One who has given up desire is free from worries). ‘Lobham hitva sukhee bhavathi’ (Overcoming greed one becomes happy). When you rid the mind of impurities, humanness turns divine.

 

Sathya Sai Baba

In Search of MH 370… Mapping of Underwater Terrain …

 

A new illustration of the seafloor, created by two of the world’s leading ocean floor mapping experts, details underwater terrain where the missing Malaysia Airlines flight might be located.

 

Image credit: AGU

 

Seafloor topography in the Malaysia Airlines flight MH370 search area. Dashed lines approximate the search zone for sonar pings emitted by the flight data recorder and cockpit voice recorder popularly called black boxes. The first sonar contact (black circle) was reportedly made by a Chinese vessel on the east flank of Batavia Plateau (B), where the shallowest point in the area (S) is at an estimated depth of 1637 meters. The next reported sonar contact (red circle) was made by an Australian vessel on the north flank of Zenith Plateau (Z). The inset in the top left shows the area’s location to the west of Australia. Image credit: Walter H.F. Smith and Karen M. Marks

 

Seafloor experts have created a new topography map that could shed additional light on what type of underwater vehicles might be used to find the missing airplane and where any debris from the crash might lie.

The seafloor topography map illustrates jagged plateaus, ridges and other underwater features of a large area underneath the Indian Ocean where search efforts have focused since contact with Malaysia Airlines flight MH370 was lost on March 8. The image was published today in Eos, the weekly newspaper of the Earth and space sciences, published by the American Geophysical Union.

The new illustration of a 2,000 kilometer by 1,400 kilometer (1,243 miles by 870 miles) area where the plane might be shows locations on the seafloor corresponding to where acoustic signals from the airplane’s black boxes were reportedly detected at the surface by two vessels in the area. It also shows the two plateaus near where these “pings” were heard.

It points out the deepest point in the area: 7,883 meters (about five miles) underneath the sea in the Wallaby-Zenith Fracture Zone – about as deep as 20 Empire State buildings stacked top to bottom. Undersea mountains and plateaus rise nearly 5,000 meters (about three miles) above the deep seafloor, according to the map.

The illustration, designated as Figure 1 of the Eos article, was created by Walter H.F. Smith and Karen M. Marks, both of the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration’s Laboratory for Satellite Altimetry in College Park, Maryland, and the former and current chairs, respectively, of the Technical Sub-Committee on Ocean Mapping of the General Bathymetric Chart of the Oceans, or GEBCO. GEBCO is an international organization that aims to provide the most authoritative publicly available maps of the depths and shapes of the terrain underneath the world’s oceans.

Satellite altimetry has made it possible to depict the topography of vast regions of the seafloor that would otherwise have remained unmapped, Smith said. To illustrate the topography of the search area, Smith and Marks used publicly available data from GEBCO and other bathymetric models and data banks, along with information culled from news reports.

Smith said the terrain and depths shown in the map could help searchers choose the appropriate underwater robotic vehicles they might use to look for the missing plane. Knowing the roughness and shape of the ocean floor could also help inform models predicting where floating debris from the airplane might turn up.

Smith cautions that the new illustration is not a roadmap to find the missing airplane. Nor does the map define the official search area for the aircraft, he added.

“It is not ‘x marks the spot’,” Smith said of their map. “We are painting with a very, very broad brush.”

Search efforts for the missing airplane have focused on an area of the southern Indian Ocean west of Australia where officials suspect that the plane crashed after it veered off course. After an initial air and underwater search failed to find any trace of the airplane, authorities announced this month that they will expand the search area and also map the seabed in the area.

Smith pointed out that the search for the missing plane is made more difficult because so little is understood about the seafloor in this part of the Indian Ocean. In the southeast Indian Ocean, only 5 percent of the ocean bottom has been measured by ships with echo soundings. Knowledge of the rest of the area comes from satellite altimetry, which provides relatively low-resolution mapping compared to ship-borne methods.

“It is a very complex part of the world that is very poorly known,” Smith said.

A lack of good data about Earth’s seafloors not only hinders search efforts, it also makes it harder for scientists to accurately model the world’s environment and climate, Smith noted. Today, our knowledge of our planet’s undersea topography is “vastly poorer than our knowledge of the topographies of Earth’s Moon, Mars and Venus,” Smith and Marks write in Eos. This is because these other planetary bodies have no oceans, making their surfaces relatively easy to sense from space.

Smith said he hoped that “the data collected during the search for MH370 will be contributed to public data banks and will be a start of greater efforts to map Earth’s ocean floor.”

Via AGU

source:::: Earth SKY News site

Natarajan

Message For the Day…” Your Heart is an Ocean Of Milk…”

When the Asuras and Devas (Demons and Gods) churned the Ocean of Milk (Ksheera Sagara), first came poison. They did not give up the churning till they got the Amrit (nectar of immortality). Regard your heart as the Ocean of Milk and the intellect as the Mandhara mountain. Using your yearnings as the churning ropes, carry on the churning by reciting the Lord’s name. Do not mind if the first thing to come out is poison. Go on churning till you get the nectar of divine bliss. When you study the Bhagavad Gita, you will note that it begins with Arjuna Vishaadha Yoga, the (the despondency of Arjuna). But ultimately, Arjuna experiences the Vishvaruupa, the Cosmic Form of the Lord.

 

Sathya Sai Baba