Life and Spirituality

2084 Babaji, a novel R ecently, I looked through my earlier writings on social media, blogs and book and an idea emerged that some of it can be combined into a fascinating new short novel. From this emerged the new short novel – 2084 Babaji. Dear reader, if you get a chance to read it please do,. It has revealed many secrets about our world and the mystic side of life not yet widely known aside from being an engrossing story. It is available at several outlets including Amazon stores in both print and the Kindle electronic format. For Amazon.com See: https://www.amazon.com/2084-Babaji-Ashok-Malhotra/dp/1544761104

Developed from picture by Svendsgaard Kurt, U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service E very so often it happens to us that we receive something precious, good and great in life that in the final analysis a gift from the Lord and the Universe. However, equally frequently, instead of honoring and cherishing these gifts and being grateful to the Lord for them, we tend to take it for granted as our birth right and misuse them. The result is that soon the same gift becomes a curse. It vanishes, pushing us into misery in the process. My mind went to a childhood friend who was born in a rich elite family. She grew up to be a beautiful and charming lady. At heart, she was a simple and gentle lady with malice for none. It is perhaps because of this that the Lord had showered her with so many gifts in life. But she developed a serious fault. She let herself drown in carelessness and sensual pleasures of the world. As a result she did not end up in the best possible way in later life. One...

Blue Rose in light shades of the sky T he present blog is devoted to spirituality as well as many other things connected to the fundamental quality of life and environment we live in. It became voluminous over its life of a decade or so. More recently, while looking for a simple image for my new blog devoted exclusively to spirituality, I looked for a simple symbol that might represent divine love. My mind went to a rose, however through long tradition different meanings have already been assigned to different rose colors. There is an older blog post on that. The pink or blue lotus came to mind but these have already developed associations with existing religious spirituality which my new blog was not. It is based on many religions, not just one, and science as well which has been my profession through much of my life. Therefore what was better than seeking help of science or technology for the new symbol and thus I arrived at the sky blue rose as the symbol of divine love b...

Even the feces of Kings smells bad. All must be humble Did you ever wonder? Surely it was not a blunder Why the Lord gave humans A horrible lump of shit Stinks enough to make us sick The Lord who made the stars Added to the rose a lovely scent When it came to humans He filled them with stench Aside for the fact that some may not pick it up to eat The reason for that Is not far to seek It is a daily reminder For mighty and the meek Who feel they are great Much pride is fake Some of us is not a cake Let that pride crumble Like the wise Do be humble.

O nce there was a farmer who had two good looking sons. The farmer and his wife worked hard for several years on the farm and saved enough to send their sons to a very good school on top of the mountain behind the village. It was an expensive residential school but very well known for its excellent training and education. Students from far off lands came to study there. When the two boys were nine and ten year old, the farmer and his wife admitted them to the school with the help of the Principal by the name of Lew who had become an acquaintance. Lew used to come down the mountain for walks on holidays, to visit the farms and for a picnic in the nearby Sherwood Forest. The older boy did not like the hard discipline of school at all. He found study hours hard and physical training classes tiresome and complained about it endlessly. It was so much nicer with the freedom to play and do as one liked at home. The younger boy, however, was grateful to his parents for havi...

On a boat in Nainital W hen a blog is an old one like the present one, it tends to get unwieldy and gathers a lot of unnecessary baggage. It is then time to start a new one. I did precisely that a few days ago. The new blog is simpler in structure and confined exclusively to spirituality unlike the present one that contains a lot else on life, from food to trees; economy to policy; poetry to humor, some even a bit ribald. Much of the content of the new blog is selected from this one and some of my other blogs. However, while the original was often published in a hurry, now it has the benefit of editing as well as the benefit of experience. If you have been a follower of this blog please do check out the new one too. I have put a link for follow there in the left side bar so your image would then be displayed if you follow. Please do. I will continue to post in this blog from time to time but more frequently over there now perhaps. If you leave a comment there suggestin...

T hese are the majority. They may not do much good for others but they do not harm others much either, at least not intentionally. They strive not enough but are quick to fold their hands and lie down to rest. This day shall pass and another shall come and so shall their poverty. The universe shall do them no great harm since they harm none. The harm they do themselves suffices. Yet there are days of song and dance that shall bring some joy to their weary days. There is a minority of the opposite kind too, those who strive and struggle much. They rest not. As days pass they accumulate much wealth,   enough to pass their days in peace, in beauty and joy, for as long as they remain upon the face of the earth. Yet most are stupid. Instead of enjoying the song of birds and the song of loved ones, lending a helping hand to a fellow human, to the birds and the forests, they continue to struggle. They got enamored of false pleasures, of trying to have yet more. So overpoweri...