Prophetic(?) Dream Darshan

I had a dream darshan on Saturday, 19th September, 2009. I can't be sure if it was during Bramhamuhurtham, but it was a dream Darshan, no doubt. I blog this, not because I am having one after many months, but because it seems grossly coincidental, in a very incidental world.

Here, I am in Puttaparthi, and we are in a room (not Sai Kulwant Hall, albeit) with other devotees. Swami walks in slowly and starts moving through the ladies side. I know there are some Dubai youth ladies there, and I can see Shalu and Priyanka. Shalu is wearing a bright light blue sari and has got a blue coloured jute shopping bag with her. Swami tells some other devotees that he is busy and lifts Shalu's bag to suggest that he has to go somewhere.

Here's where it gets interesting. He starts moving to the gents side, and towards me. I want ask for a personal blessing, which is a good sub-plot by itself and relates to a dream I had about Swami many years back in Seattle. Though that comes to mind first, I then mentally chide myself for being selfish and decide I will not ask for that. Instead, as soon as Swami walks towards our side, I request him (fumbling a bit, as I am worried He will move past me before I finish my request) to kindly Bless the Youth from the Gulf to perform the play in His presence. As soon as I broach this issue, He turns back, and says that He will definitely approve it, and adds that He will do it 'tomorrow' itself. He talks in Malayalam, Tamil and English. Now, from the other end of the room, I can hear someone from Abu Dhabi say that, it should be the Youth from the Middle East, not from the Gulf.

However, the Avatar moves on and is about to turn the corner, when Dipesh removes his chain from his neck and offers it for blessing. He is in tears for some reason. Swami has already moved forward a number of steps, when He actually turns back and takes vibuthi from somewhere and gives it to Dipesh. I somehow feel moved that He has taken so much effort just for Dipesh though He is so busy. End of Darshan. As an aside, I see Navneet in another room training the ladies for their part, it seems like some kind of musical. Interesting.

Every person to his own (mis)interpretation.

Dream Journey

After 14 years of eventful existence, the Sai Youth Mission Dubai, has finally produced something worthy of consideration for the Destination. What happens going forward can only be termed a mega-bonus.

It goes to show only one thing,- this Mission can never be about the self. And if it has to continue its dream run, it should continue to be about every-self. No man reached his summit by his design alone.

Good old years

Met up with bum-pals from school days yesterday. Tigi has flown down from LA for a couple of days. Met him only after 18 years, and I am just 36.

We remembered all the good old dirty times, most of the dirty times being my contribution, of course. Incidentally, he works for Bank of America, one of the few remaining banks of America.

Forced fast, fine feast

I'ts Onam day today. And among the smss and emails I received, I got one from my old buddy, Philip, who wished me a good Onam and a great sadhya (feast). Interestingly, every major festival currently seems to connote a gastronomical rampage. Any thoughts, anyone?

I know this has to be purely coincidental, but a thought passes my mind that one reason for the collapse of the Roman empire was gluttony. And by the time I have finished this sentence, 40 children would have died from hunger-related causes,- that's one every 3 seconds.

Wake-up Gratitude

My uncle passed away the day-before. He was comatose for four days prior to his departure. In more than a way, death was liberation. And ironically, timely as well; he didn't have to suffer much.

Stepping back a bit, death should be a wake-up call for the living, a sharp stroke struck hard on the canvas of dormant awareness,- that all this is so tenuous.

We are so used to unexpecting the expected.