Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Aditi

अदिति is a Sanskrit word which means, “The Divine Consciousness, pure, immaculate, gloriously powerful and limitless."

In the Vedas, Aditi is mother of the Gods from whose cosmic matrix the heavenly bodies were born. As the synthesis of all things, she is associated with space (akasa) and with mystic speech (Vāc). She may be seen as a feminized form of Brahma and associated with the primal substance (mulaprakriti) in Vedanta. The first mention of Goddess Aditi is found in Rigveda, which is estimated to have been composed roughly during 1700-1100 BC. Aditi can be defined as the cosmic creatrix, the creativity of the all-creating. As Aditi, she is unbound-the free one. She is called the supporter of creatures.  Aditi was regarded as both the Sky Goddess, and Earth Goddess, which is very rare for a prehistoric civilization. Aditi was attributed the status of first deity by the Vedic culture.She is addressed, in the Rigveda as "Mighty”.


People with this name tend to be very spiritually involved. They are often found lost in thought, philosophizing and can be quite eccentric. They have a few good friends who enjoy similar activities. Living much within their own thoughts and finding it challenging to communicate easily with others, they are, at times, too candid and honest in your assessment of situations. They feel this separation from others and would give anything to be always light hearted and friendly instead of serious and shy. A beautiful Goddess; Queen of the Universe, especially the queen of love who has to beat off lovers with a stick, Aditi is a graceful and elegant woman known as the Mother of Gods in Hindu Mythology. 

Source: Wikipedia!

Sunday, December 15, 2013

If Only

If secrets could be shared,
If the conversation never ends,
If the tales last forever,
And if only one could whisper to the soul.

If silence could be shared,
If heartbeats could be heard,
If no words were required,
And if only one could read the story behind every glance.

If dreams could be shared,
If laughter reached the eyes,
If hopes could be hopeful,
And if only one could be true to the self.

Thursday, October 3, 2013

Mahalaya

The sun was about to set. The beauty of the rays reflected in her eyes. Out in the distance, the clock chimed loudly bringing back memories of a similar evening long gone by.

The boss had just screamed at her again. Thrown the papers in her face in front of the whole office. A numb silence followed where everything seemed to move in slow motion. Picking up the torn pieces of her efforts, she walked slowly out of the office. A single tear rolled down her cheek as she walked down the boulevard. People walked past her and cars zipped by. Was this what she was meant for? Would she have to pay this price for leaving behind everything she so dearly loved?
Surely this was not how it was supposed to end. What was it that was stopping her from becoming who she was meant to?

The wind blew her hair across her face. The first leaf fell. It signalled the arrival of autumn which also signalled the arrival of the most awaited time of the year. The beauty, the fervour and the enthralling fierceness flashed in front of her eyes. All in an instant it was clear to her what was holding her back.

As she lifted her pen to sign her resignation, her eyes rose up to see a fiery red streak in the sky. It was dawn. Out in the distance a clock chimed loudly. All she could hear was a conch blow. Ma had arrived.


She smiled and looked at the sun reflecting in the holy river. A conch blew in the distance as the scent of the incense wafted through the air. She was back where she belonged.

Shubho Mahalaya.