Some jokes from my Sardar friend...

In an interview, Interviewer: How does an electric motor run?
Sardar: Dhhuuuurrrrrrrrrr. ....
Inteviewer shouts: Stop it.
Sardar: Dhhuurrrr dhup dhup dhup....


Sardar Ji's solution for handling the steeling of slippers from Gurudwara
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Tourist: Whose skeleton is that?

Sardar: An old king's skeleton.
Tourist: Who's that smaller skeleton next to it?
Sardar: That was same king's skeleton when he was a child.

With Love
Anurag

खेल तमाशा...

This is one of the poems that came to me during my last Advance Course in Rishikesh. Enjoy...

खेल तमाशा जीवन सारा, क्या कोई जीता क्या कोई हारा।
वो सबको है खूब नचाता, दुख की सुख की भूमिका कराता।
सुख की भूमिका तू खूब निभाता, पर दुःख तुझको है ज्यादा सिखाता।
खूब खेल है उसने रचाया, ज्ञानी बोले इसको माया।

जो न जाने वो घबराया, इस माया में पाँव फंसाया।
गुरु ज्ञान तुझे मंच दिखाता, पात्र हो तुम यह बोध कराता।
मस्त खिलाड़ी तुम्हें बनाता , खिलाने वाले से भी मिलाता।
खेलो तुम ये खेल निराला, खिलाने वाला खुद मतवाला।

हर परीस्थिति में तुम मुस्काना, पात्र निभाकर बढ़ते जाना।
दुःख के पत्थर से जो टकराना, मुस्काकर तुम बड़ते जाना।
बहता जल ही काम में आता, जो रुक जाता वो सड़ जाता।
बहता जल ही काम में आता, जो रुक जाता वो सड़ जाता।

With Love,
Anurag

I'm...

This mind once tasted the highest, the purest, the ultimate joy, the bliss and the unconditional love. The deepest silent center, the nothingness of my core, the source that "I'm", the source of all inspirations.

Reposing in this nothingness, in this unbound freedom is the only longing of the mind, is the only thing that the mind desire for. Craving n desire of mind for any Name, Fame, Money, Power, Position doesn't matter, they all look immaturity of my own mind. They all have a cost attached, the cost is pain. None of these comes without the tinch of pain attached. So does the pleasures of five senses pleasure of taste, smell, sight, hearing and of touch. Falling even a bit for any of these false charms makes this mind so week and fragile.

Being in this "I'mness" is my lordship, being in this "I'mness" makes my all peripheries to merge into my center, every pain, every pleasure, everything dissolve into that nothingness. Which has infinite capacity to accept and consume everything. Which make every cell of my being so full of joy, which makes my every cell to resonate love and peace.

With Love,

Anurag Arora