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CHAPTER 28


na jayate mriyate va kadacin, nayam bhutva bhavita va na bhuyah
ajo nityah sasvato 'yam purano na hanyate hanyamane sarire

The soul is never born nor dies at any time. It is timeless. Soul has not come into being, does not come into being, and will not come into being.
Soul is unborn, eternal, ever-existing and primeval. Soul is not slain when the body is slain.- Mahabharata



Shakti stopped the lord and gently asked him where he was going off to in secrecy. The lord smiled ' there is no hiding anything from you is there my lady.' Shakti smiled gently and said ' lord, you are me and i am you. all that flows in this cosmos is you and so even the slightest ripple is felt by me. so tell me where you are running off to like our son skanda does all the time.' the lord smiled ' i am going to be born today in the next few minutes and i have to see it for myself.'
Shakti smiled ' lord, you are here then how can you be born in the next few minutes. i am confused and yet curious to know more of this drama of yours.'
The lord smiled ' when i meant i was going to be born on earth in a new avatar, i did not mean just me but a part of me. Lord vishnu is going down to earth to be born as krishna and i want to see him as a baby and enjoy carrying him just as i did ganesha and skanda. He is going to earth to fight against evil and i want to be the first to give him my blessings. now that your doubts and curiosity is cleared, can i take leave.'
Shakti smiled ' you men. i will never understand you or Narayana and the games you play.'
The lord stood as Krishna was left alone for a few minutes and slowly went near the crib. He stood gazing at the beautiful child and tears flowed from his eyes and fell on the child. It opened its eyes and seeing the lord reached out with its tiny hands. the lord knelt and slowly lifted Krishna into his arms and kissed his forehead. The newborn kicked at the lord's hands and chest and the lord laughed and felt the kicks like rose petals brushing him. When he tried to place baby Krishna back into the crib, the baby's lips quivered and would not let go of his finger. The lord smiled and whispered,' my lord i am not going anywhere and will be with you always. For i am you and you are me.'

Flowers rained down from the heavens and all life on earth came to a standstill. The lord looked up and around and saw that the heavens had opened up and all the gods and goddesses were standing there with folded hands and praying to them. The lord smiled and thought ' that wife of mine cannot keep a secret.'
All the gods from Shakti,Lakshmi,Brahma, Indira etc and all the Great rishis stood there with folded hands praying to lord shiva who still had krishna in his arms.
Brahma spoke with tears in his eyes ' Mahadeva, thank you for giving this rare opportunity to worship you and Narayana together.'The baby chuckled in happiness and hearing the noise Yashoda ran into the room where Krishna was and was surprised to find the whole room filled with flowers.

Passage from my mind and my own thoughts of gods and their epics.



I will sleep when i am dead

"You may encounter many defeats, but you must not be defeated. In fact, it may be necessary to encounter the defeats, so you can know who you are, what you can rise from, how you can still come out of it."? Maya Angelou



Arjun did not want his dad to be cremated in an electric crematorium but wanted his dad to have a proper and old fashioned sendoff.

Arrangements had been made for a few sandalwood pieces to be placed along with the wood that now covered his dad. The priest had been informed not to ask any questions and just do his job of chanting sacred verses and leave quietly. He was only happy to oblige for he had paid in advance thrice what he would normally charge. The cremation ground outside Kanchipuram, was a quiet one and largely unused. The local leader had also paid well and so the last rites of Venkatesan went off well and he would surely rest in peace for his son was there until the end, when a stiff breeze lifted the ashes and carried it off, somewhere.

Arjun stood looking in the direction his fathers ashes were carried away ' dad, goodbye. there is a real chance that i might see you soon, very soon but not before i have completed my task. I am sorry if i have not been the son that you wanted me to be and i am really sorry for killing lavanya.'

Arjun got into the taxi which he had prearranged in kanchipuram and it travelled towards chennai. But unknown to him, a green maruti car followed him until the outskirts of chennai and from where a autorickshaw picked up the tail of arjun's car and he was followed all the way to his lair in kelambakkam.


Dhana knew that there was no more time to be wasted and it was time for action and whispered to police commissioner Palanivel where he was going to next. Palanivel was about to protest and dhana ' i know, i know but this is something which i need to do. so please respect my wishes and just get it done. How you will do it is something which i will leave to you. I am going to finish here in another half an hour and then it is off to the place i have just mentioned.'

Commissioner palanivel saluted him stiffly ' it will be done as you wish.' and left calling out to some of the assistant commissioners who were standing there.


It was an old ambassador but only the driver and the department knew it was practically, an indestructible car. The car had bullet proof windows, the sides were reinforced with steel and special composites over the original body, the bottom of the car had layers of steel to protect the passengers if in case a bomb exploded under the car. The original engine was replaced by a custom built mercedes engine and it could move quickly if the need arose and left many a modern car standing still. But then that was a secret and now the car slowly entered the street. The police had already checked out the place and were now discreetly parked in a few cars on the road.

The only thing that would make one suspicious or wonder was that the car had dark glasses which has been banned by the government. But then people who might wonder about it would pass it off the politicians or their relatives who were or thought themselves as above the law.

The door opened and Chief minister dhanashakara pandiyan got out and looked at the large house and wondered if it was possible and if things could be so easy. He had come to the house of arjun's parents to pay his respects for the death of venkatesan who was the father of his college friend. Well that is just a small part of truth when in fact dhana had come to see for himself what the situation was, and if arjun was there in hiding. His plan was not to dilly dally anymore and head straight into the deep rather than wait and see if anything would develop. Dhana had told police commissioner palanivel about the whole matter and why chandru and malaiswamy were killed and who he suspected could be behind the whole thing.


It was late in the evening and the sun still hung low, an orange ball in the west hoping to maybe see and end to the misery which arjun had cast into many people's lives. The sea breeze had set in and it cooled the heat that dhana felt in his mind and body and he entered arjuns house.

The watchman who was reading a paper called out to him to see who it was that was entering and when he saw the man jumped ten feet in the air from the chair that he was seated in, at least it looked like that and ran towards dhana. He must have been in his late fifties and yet that didn't stop him from trying to touch dhana;s feet. Dhana stepped back and asked him to lead him into the house and inform arjuns mother that he wanted to meet her to pay his respects for her loss.
The watchman flew into the house and dhana gently smiled at the usual noises like chairs scraping,people yelling in muted excitement that generally happened when he made an entrance and arjun's mum came rushing out with folded hands. A simple woman she bowed to dhana who gently held her hands and ' i knew arjun from college and heard about your loss. please accept my condolences. i dont want to trouble you in this hour of your grief and will leave now.'

But arjuns mother inisisted that he come inside and pay his respects to her husbands photo. ' this house has been in darkness from the time my daughter lavanya died and now has become like hell with my husband passing away. by your presence please bring light and joy into this house and our lives. i wish my son was here but he has gone to cremate his father.I am glad at least he made it today for how long were we supposed to keep him in the house.But then those were my instructions of my husband that until arjun comes he should be kept in the freezer box.'

Dhana absorbed every word arjun's mother said and remained calm. Sometimes one does not need to probe or question and silence can itself be a cause for souls to unburden themselves. Arjun's mother slowly started talking about life and her husband and it came to where she started to talk about lavanya.

Dhana did not want to hear anything about lavanya and was more interested about arjun and what he was doing right now. He calmly told arjuns mum to forget the past and think about arjun and his future when she started crying loudly ' sir, this whole darkness that has filled our lives started that night when lavanya died.but very few people know that she was strangled and killed by her own brother because she was pregnant with a child. I did not know about this until recently when my dying husband confessed the whole thing to me. He said alhough he was angry with arjun for murdering his sister he was proud that he had prevented their house from shame and a bad name.'

The words felt like thunder in dhana's ears and tears welled up in his eyes for he knew that lavanya had carried balaji's child and if balaji came to know about this then it would just break him to pieces.

The whole puzzle now fell into place and dhana visualised everything that had started this whole sad drama of revenge and repentance. He knew that it was time to confront arjun and put an end to all this needless deaths of innocent people.

He consoled arjun's mother and taking leave from her travelled to the hospital where balaji was.


Break my legs so I won't walk to you
Cut my tongue so I can't talk to you
Burn my skin so I can't feel you
Stab my eyes so I can't see
You like it when I let you walk over me
You tell me that you like it
Your love is killing me

your love is killing me by sharon van etten

To all my friends who have christ in their heart, i wish you and your families a very happy christmas. To follow christ's teachings and philosophy one just has to become christ himself.

Remember this we are all christ in one form or another. like christ we carry a crucifix and some crucifixes and plod through life for another soul.


All you loving mothers, all you loving fathers, all you loving children,all you loving grandparents,all you loving friends,you are all christ carrying the burden of love and fulfilling the needs of others.

Real happiness comes from giving and bringing happiness to to other lives. When you know this then everyday becomes a happy christmas.

Footfalls and whispers

Like a raging fire, maharishi Vishwamitra led the young men through the forest and through the paths of destiny. The paths that had brought them from the luxuries of the palace, to the heart of a unexplored forest filled with wild and terrible animals and the home of many powerful demons were the beginnings that would soon lead them to a path that ended at the sea and the gateway to Ravana.

If Vishwamitra stomped through the forest like a raging fire, Rama floated like a dark cloud, a promise to all lives that rain was going to fall and quench the thirst of all that prayed for it. The trees that swayed their heads high above bent meekly as if in salutations and the grass that would take days to grow, shot out of the ground where his feet touched the earth. Laxman who was following Rama watched this with great interest but with pride for his love for his brother knew no limits and that which would have appeared strange to others seemed normal to Laxman. Birds that were normally skittish and nervous around humans came down, down and felt the air as Rama breathed it out and like animals flocking to the spring in an oasis followed him, not knowing why but just because their instincts told them to.

The path through the forest gave way to a small clearing filled with deer and peacocks and in the center stood a small dark boulder. Vishwamitra closed his eyes and travelled back into history and knew what the boulder was and its history.He also knew who Rama was but still he wanted to test him to see his powers or maybe to see for himself the divine in action.

They entered the clearing and as Rama passed the boulder, a bit of dust kicked up from his feet blew onto the boulder and it vanished and before them stood a beautiful woman. Before Vishwamitra could tell them who it was, Rama and Laxmana bowed before her ' mother, bless us.' The woman stood with tears in her eyes and ' i give you my blessings but it is you who has blessed me with life and i thank you for it.' She tried to touch Rama's feet who moved back and said ' you are like my mother and it is not proper to touch my feet.' the woman smiled ' lord, in this form i am whatever you say i am but in the measure of time, you are the father and you are the mother of all lives, that were, that are and that will ever be. so let me touch your feet for that is what millions of gods,rishis and humans pray for.'

Vishwamitra smiled gently and told Rama and Laxmana about who Ahalya was,for that was the name of the woman who had been cursed by her husband Gautama for flirting with Indra. Ahalya left them and went off to gather fruits and berries to feed her guests.

Vishwamitra looked at Rama and asked him why he had addressed the woman as mother even after knowing her mistake and her curse.

Rama looked at Vshwamitra ' maharishi, how does one define the word mother. is a mother just one who gives birth or can a woman who nurtures an orphan also be called a mother. Mother is one who feels motherhood in her soul and mind and that is more important than one who carries a life in her womb and delivers.

I addressed the woman as my mother simply because she had had me in her soul, thought about me and waited for me,much before the time i was born.She was cursed and told that she would be freed from the curse when she meets me and this happened many decades ago and from that time onwards her thoughts have been about me and only me. she has pined and prayed for my arrival just like any mother would do while carrying her child. that is why i addressed her as my mother.'

Vishwamitra with tears in his eyes bowed humbly before Rama and chanted ' narayana,narayana.'

Love is a gift, a precious gift and it is important to know and understand that it is not bound or dictated by blood and family. Love is an abstract emotion and just like god can transform into any avatar. Like god, love can only be felt in your mind.

What Indian advertisements have taught me.???

1. Kareena has dandruff problem, Katrina has dry hair problem, Shilpa has hairfall problem

2. If you've a hot wife, make sure your neighbor doesn't use a deodorant in your absence.

3. Your complexion is more important than your qualifications.

4. If there is no salt in your kitchen you can use Toothpaste.

5. Every second oral care brand is No. 1 and recommended by every dentist in India!!!

6. If your daughter is not Ready to Get married, take her to a jewelry/textile shop.

7. Only reason why men use deodorant is to get girls.

8. Most colas cure all kinds of phobias. You will be close to a superman, if you drink these regularly!!

9. All superstars are so poor that they prefer to risk life for a cool drink than to purchase it for Rs:10

10. The special effects in shampoo ads are greater than special effects in Avatar.

11. Fruit content in shampoo and soap is more than fruit content in 99% of juices.

12. Amul has better satirical cartoonists than people who make better milk products.

13. Most people buy vehicles to travel in bad roads but complain about roads in India.

14. You can't eat Dairy Milk Silk without spreading it all over your face.

15. Nobody uses motorbikes for commuting, its only to pick up girls.

16. All soaps kill 99.9% of germs.

17. People believe that Bacardi makes music CD's and Directors special/Kingfisher make mineral water.

18. The only time mothers and daughters talk to each other, it's usually about hair oil.

19. No matter what kind of expert one is, he'll always wear a white laboratory coat.

And, finally this

Happy new year



There is no morning and there is no evening
There is no sunrise and there is no sunset
There is no year ,there is no specific measure of time
There is only your perspective

There is good and there is bad
There is god and there is evil with a D
There is happiness and there is sadness
And again there is your perspective


This is god, this is your god, this will be your god
This is you,this will be you,this is all you will ever be
This is love,this is all the love you will get
And again there is your perspective


They flow from around you and into you
they flow from people and they flow from places
They are what makes up your perspective of life


But stop and forget,let go of your perspective
of life,time and god
For it is time to be perceptive and introspect
The words might twist and feel insane
but it is perspective just the same
Your perspective
your perception
and your time for introspection

Did you write that?

Happy new year

A famous writer was in his study room. He picked up his pen and started writing:

Last year, I had a surgery and my gall bladder was removed. I had to stay stuck to the bed due to this surgery for a long time.
The same year I reached the age of 60 years and had to give up my favourite job. I had spent 30 years of my life in this publishing company. The same year I experienced the sorrow of the death of my father. And in the same year my son failed in his medical exam because he had a car accident. He had to stay in bed at hospital with the cast on for several days. The destruction of car was another loss.
At the end he wrote: Alas! It was such bad year!!

When the writer's wife entered the room, she found he husband looking sad lost in his thoughts. From behind his back she read what was written on the paper. She left the room silently and came back with another paper and placed it on side of her husband's desk.
which read...

Last year I finally got rid of my gall bladder due to which I had spent years in pain. I turned 60 with sound health and got retired from my job. Now I can utilize my time to write something better with more focus and peace. The same year my father, at the age of 95, without depending on anyone or without any critical condition met his Creator. The same year, God blessed my son with a new life. My car was destroyed but my son stayed alive without getting any disability.

At the end she wrote: This year was an immense blessing of God and it passed well!!

MBA ki wife :
Eji , Yeh inflation kya hai ?

MBA : Pehle tu 36-24-36 thi ,
ab tu 42-40-48 hai!
Ab tere pass sab kuch pehle se jyada hai
par phir bhi teri value kam hai.

Wife: Suno ji, Doctor ne muje ek mahina aaram ke liye
switzerland ya paris jaane ko kaha hai.
Hum kaha jayenge?



Husband: Dusre Doctor ke paas.