An Ordinary Person's Views on Dharma

In their ignorance, they said, they needed milk from a tigress... No one explicitly asked the twelve year old Prince to go and get it, but he volunteered anyway ... What happened afterwards is glorious history. He went in to the jungle all alone, got challenged by the Asuric Mahishi, battled that embodiment of adarma, defeated it and then graced it with satva qualities. Just as his brother Sri Subramanya did after winning against the triad of Asuric forces, Padmasura, Tarakasura and Singamukha. Sri Muruga/Subramanya converted the energy of Asuratva to pure Satva, his eternal dwaja and vahana . The victorious Prince of Panthalam came out of the jungle not with just one tigress or her milk but with a whole band of tigers, all of them acting like affectionate pet cats around him ! What a sight to behold it must have been! All this talk of "style" and "coolness" whenever people talk about human idols only remind me of his  style. His quiet streng

On this Teacher's day, I remember with gratitude all my teachers and my own parents who were teachers themselves. First, about my mother. My mother worked in a school and touched the lives of many girl students in a positive way. She taught higher secondary level Maths. It was a humbling experience for me to meet one of her students in a new city where I was living with my family at that time. Like me, that former student was a wife and mother then and she recognised my mother. We were on a sight seeing trip in the Hyderabad of that time and it was a wonder that a person who was her student decades ago recognised her. My mother couldn't recognise her, as the young girl she once knew was all grown up now. The woman touched my mother's feet first, introduced herself and proudly introduced her old teacher to her surprised husband. We don't meet people by chance, we meet them by design. That meeting truly proved to me that teaching is the best of all noble

"Yashoda's son has brought some grains for me! (Wait till I tell the other birds about this! ) He runs like the wind, and any time now, he may run away from here ... Let me look at his face some more and some more- more- more, the grains can wait."

Hey Krishna, That's a lot of butter you have there. As you know, I have a habit of asking for things I don't deserve even one bit. But still, if you parted with a wee - little bit out of all that butter for me, would your father Sri Nandagopa become poorer? Think it over, please. Your undeserving but ever hopeful child.