The text that flows through the page below…made its debut upon the editorial page of the October 2014 Issue of our Pune Youth Newsletter…lovingly dedicated at the Lotus Feet of Beloved Bhagawan.
Ganeshaya Namah Saraswatyai Namah Sri Gurubhyo Namah Hari Aum…
namnam akari bahudha nija-sarva-shaktis
tatrarpita niyamitah smarane na kalah
etadrishi tava kripa bhagavan mamapi
durdaivam idrisham ihajani nanuragaha
Oh, my Lord, Your sacrosanct name alone can render sublime benedictions to living beings, and thus, You have hundreds and millions of names like – Krishna and Govinda. In these transcendental names You have invested all Your transcendental energies. There are no stringent or inflexible rules for chanting these names. Oh, my Lord, out of kindness You allow us to easily approach You by Your holy names, but I am so unfortunate that I have no attraction for them.
vadanam gadgada-ruddhaya gira
pulakair nichitam vapuh kada
tava nama-grahane bhavishyati
Oh, my Lord, when will my eyes be adorned with tears of love that flow constantly when I chant Your sacred name? When will my voice choke up, and when will my hair stand on end at the recitation of Your name?
shunyayitam jagat sarvam
Oh, Govinda! Deeply feeling…experiencing the agony of Your separation, I am considering a moment to be like twelve years or more. Tears are flowing from my eyes like torrents of rain, and I am feel a void… the world seems empty in Your absence.
- Sri Siksastakam (Texts 2/6/7 from ‘The Eight Instructions of Sri Chaitanya Mahaprabhu.’)
Beloved Bhagawan, these sublime utterances from the divine lips of Sri Chaitanya Mahaprabhu, echo our feelings while reverberating ceaselessly within our heart. Indeed, these nectarine hymns are a descriptive lesson to the soul, a lesson in the intensity of adoration and heartfelt devotion. Sweet Lord, Oh! Sai Govinda…kindly accept our longing too and allow us to swim in the ocean of bliss that is represented by a mere mention of Thee…Thy name…Thy Appearance…Thy Presence!
Mrs Giridhar, well into her eighties, sat in the society garden, a glazed cheerless expression upon her countenance. This was her expression when she felt no one was watching. Myriad birds chirped, squirrels playfully ran up and down the branches while the softly glowing rays of the sun reflected gentle early evening lustre. Nevertheless, oblivious to it all, she remained lost in her thoughts. Her salaried caretaker sat chatting with some friends a distance away. However, soon Mrs Giridhar spotted the little lad, a chubby four year old bundle of delight, playing with his mother and their pet dog, Buzo. Her face brightened somewhat as he came running towards her to collect his colourful football. She called out to the cherubic boy in her customary manner and he plonked himself beside her on the bench.
The little boy’s mother came up to check on Mrs Giridhar, whether she was taking her medicines, if her appetite was fine, whether her children visited her, etc. She gave the elderly lady a hug and asked her, for the umpteenth time, why did she not live with the rest of her family since they resided in the same city. She would definitely be so much happier…and it would be convenient too, at this stage of her life…quite literally her twilight moments.
The deep understanding with which Mrs Giridhar supported her children’s (and grandchildren’s) rare visits and their reluctance to have her stay with them showed how true and everlasting a mother’s love could be. Pricelessly matchless…matchlessly selfless.
Her voice was barely audible, her breathing slow and measured, as she made an attempt to explain – It is not that they don’t care, my dear, it is just a case of priorities. This being so, it is best for me to adjust…to accept and adjust to whatever comes my way. Then I am not unnecessarily agitated or pained and disturbed. It is best to accept, then, peace fills my heart, prevailing upon anxiety. Time gave me many joyful moments and with gratitude I now spend my life’s sunset moments remembering them. This is how I choose to comfort myself and overcome my lonely brooding moments. Isn’t it natural, my dear, that in the hustle and bustle of earning a living, looking after children and keeping up of social reputation, I do not occupy the top slot anymore? Even so, it is wise to overcome the hurt that this reality causes by accepting this and not blaming anyone for the change in circumstance.
The little boy’s mother had a different view altogether. But she kept her silence, not wanting to cause any anxiety to this dear old lady, who had somehow managed to accept and resign herself to this unacceptable situation by controlling her thought process, she was covering up for her children…negating her own emotions, submerging it in the stream of her love and the inner strength that this brought forth.
Priorities…and Gratitude…add substance to the humdrum of daily living. For a mother her child is her first and all time priority and preference…and this remains so as time gallops by…and even when she assumes the role of a grandmother. However a child’s priority changes as he/she grows and adapts to the various circumstances and challenges that life keeps sending forth.
Paucity of priorities and callous disregard when it comes to expressing gratitude leaves a trail of heartbreaks brushing aside age, gender, associations, social standing, etc.
More than people changing, it’s their priorities that change and alter relationships.
Time management and emphasis on who and what matters, as existence speeds along the fast track of materialism, play a crucial role. It is this complete default when it comes to time management and lack of emphasis when it comes to conveying empathy, love, care, concern…or perhaps that much required tender loving touch…that not only creates rifts and misunderstandings but also leads to loneliness, despair, depression and a lack lustre living amongst associates, friends and family, especially those elderly.
When the ‘new’ beckons…the ‘old gold’ faces neglect on a dusty shelf…perhaps fortunate enough to be remembered on certain occasions…for a second or two.
If priorities were given priority…so much heartache could be avoided…regrets come in only when one faces the pinch of being disregarded and ignored personally. This also reflects and includes overlooking the pleasure near and dear ones experience, irrespective of age, when they do not feel they have to force themselves…on the ones they love or keep asking for some attention….and when people find and ‘make’ time for them.
Prerogative should be exercised with humility, in a positive manner, an approach that doesn’t reek of neglect, a natural outcome of arrogance.
Despite the outer rush, while orbiting the gross material spheres, due thought must be pledged to our soul contracts…paying heed to the call to serve more and more.
Following the simple, yet profound precept of our Beloved Preceptor – Love All, Serve All; Help Ever, Hurt Never…let us all consciously make an effort to live in a manner that exudes and enhances – Samastha Jeeva Sukhino Bhavantu…Samastha Lokaah Sukhino Bhavantu.