Tuesday, September 16, 2008

then what??????????

a frnd wrote:
what has the world come to when people 'teach' you how to live abetter life...... 'i belong to you?' why must i belong to you? andeven if i do, thats only for me to know! why would i want you to knowwhether i belong to you or not? what if that makes you unhappy, andsubsequently me? an art gone waste, or is there another chance? if iwere to be happy, i neednt go about saying all good things to people,expecting them to be happy for that! no!
i replied:
i dont know....i myself am confused....y do i need to be so good all the time....y do i need to make people happy?? i do i act like lord krishna?? did lord krishna make everyone happy....he moved away from gokul which made numerous gopinis and radha cry for him....he killed kansha and made his wife mourn.....what social reform will i bring by telling people that i belong to them?? what if i catch hold of a man passing by stop him and tell him that i belong to him...next moment he might just try to follow me home, ask for my number, try to bother me and in the end turn out to be nothing but a road side romeo....then what??

I belong to you

Hello, I am Sumana and I belong to you. It’s not easy to hold someone’s hands and say this. “I belong to you? What crap!! I can’t say this to all, particularly to the person next to mee”, was my first reaction when I went to this art of living meditation camp. The man next to me smelled like a pig. I was reluctant to even look at him forget holding his hands and completely surrendering myself. Like mee many other also loathed doing so. Dinesh came forward and held my hands. He was smiling at me. I felt good. Everything good about Dinesh, his touch, his smile, his smell, his glance, the pony tail, which was hanging at his back, the spotless white kurta he was wearing… just everything. He looked deep into my eyes and said, “I belong to you. It’s very simple you see. All you need to do is smile and make yourself as well as your partner feel comfortable. Now do it.” The “do it” sounded more like I-am-asking-you-to-do-it-so-u-have-to. There was something in Dinesh that compelled me to listen to what he said. I turned back and unwillingly held the hands of the smelly man. He was smiling. After a few second’s thought I finally said those golden words and was happy to realize that it was over. Dinesh was standing behind me, still with that captivating smile. He held my hands again and said, “It’s easy only if you think”. Yes that’s so true. I joined the crowd holding each one’s hands I passed by and telling then with all my heart “yes I belong to you.”

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