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Rajiv Lulla | | • Marriages are made in heaven. But then again, so are the thunders & lightning.
• If you want your wife to listen and pay strict attention to every word you say, talk in your sleeps.
• Marriage is grand – and divorce is at least 100 grand. Not that marriage comes cheap either. A son asks his father,”Dad how much it takes to get married?” The father replies, “Don’t know son, I am still paying.” And then there was a husband who lost his credit card but refused to lodge a complaint with the police, because he felt the thief was spending less then his wife.
• Married life is very frustrating. In the first year of marriage, the man speaks & the woman listens. In the second year, the woman speaks & the man listens. In the third year, they both speak & the neighbours listen.(I know...This is an old one...)
• When a man opens the door of his car for his wife, you can be sure of one thing: either the car is new or the wife is.
• Marriage is when a man & woman become one; the trouble starts when they try to decide which one.
• Before marriage, a man will lie awake all night thinking about something she said. After marriage, he will fall asleep before she finishes.
• Every man wants a wife who is beautiful, understanding, economical & a good cook. But the law allows only one wife.
• Marriage & love are purely a matter of chemistry. That’s why the husband treats the wife like toxic waste.(Umm..I think so do the ladies..!!)
• Man is incomplete until he is married. After that, he is finished….
Private Reply to Rajiv Lulla | | Jul 04, 2007 2:09 pm | | re: Marriages are made in Heaven...?? Umm.... | # | 
Pushpa Moorjani | | haahaaa! good one Rajiv.....!
keep it coming!
:)Private Reply to Pushpa Moorjani | | Jul 05, 2007 4:00 am | | re: re: Marriages are made in Heaven...?? Umm.... | # | 
~ ever happy ~ ani. | | Quite humorous, Rajiv.
More and More.
Btw, my maiden name was
anita lulla.
:)Private Reply to ~ ever happy ~ ani. | | Jul 05, 2007 5:32 am | | re: re: re: Marriages are made in Heaven...?? Umm.... | # | 
Awaken the Gaint Within. | | When a man opens the door of his car for his wife, you can be sure of one thing: either the car is new or the wife is
Good one Rajiv...seems you were in a wife bashing mood :-)
BTW , I open the door of my car for my Wife , and neither my Wife , nor My Car are new.
Cheers,
Private Reply to Awaken the Gaint Within. | | Jul 05, 2007 6:31 am | | re: re: re: re: Marriages are made in Heaven...?? Umm.... | # |
Rajiv Lulla | | Jhulelal Bhaoo,
so do I, and again, neither are new...;-)Private Reply to Rajiv Lulla | | Jul 05, 2007 6:34 am | | re: re: re: Marriages are made in Heaven...?? Umm.... | # |
Rajiv Lulla | | Hi Anita,
good to hear from you...your family is originally from..? mine is from Karachi, my dad and his family, I mean...Private Reply to Rajiv Lulla | | Jul 05, 2007 6:51 am | | re: re: re: re: Marriages are made in Heaven...?? Umm.... | # |
~ ever happy ~ ani. | | Hi! Rajiv,
Yes, nice of you to ask.
Before my marriage, my family is from Rohri, District Sukkur.
Almost 25 yrs now :) happily married into 'Sehwanis' from Dist Dadu. Thankfully, a love-marriage in the same community of beloved 'Sindhis'.
Best Regards,
anita.
Private Reply to ~ ever happy ~ ani. | | Jul 05, 2007 3:14 pm | | re: re: re: re: re: Marriages are made in Heaven...?? Umm.... | # | 
Rajan Bhavnani | | Life can be a mixed bag. I got this poem today from a friend.
Poems written by a husband to his wife
(It could also be read the other way around - from wife to the husband!!!)
I wrote your name on sand, it got washed.
I wrote your name in the air, it was blown away.
Then I wrote your name on my heart & I got Heart Attack.
God saw me hungry, he created pizza.
He saw me thirsty, he created Pepsi.
He saw me in the dark, he created light.
He saw me without any problems, he created YOU.
Twinkle Twinkle little star
You should know what you are
And once you know what you are
Mental hospital is not so far.
The rain makes all things beautiful.
The grass and flowers too.
If rain makes all things beautiful
Why doesn't it rain on you?
Roses are red, Violets are blue
Monkeys like u should be kept in a zoo.
Don't feel so angry, you will find me there too Not in a cage but laughing
at you.
Private Reply to Rajan Bhavnani | | Jul 06, 2007 6:44 am | | re: re: re: re: re: re: Marriages are made in Heaven...?? Umm.... | # |
Rajiv Lulla | | Hi Rajan,
Has Bhabhi read this poem...??
All the best....sai manu...
Rajiv LullaPrivate Reply to Rajiv Lulla | | Jul 06, 2007 8:03 am | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: Marriages are made in Heaven...?? Umm.... | # |
Rajan Bhavnani | | Rajan,
It was sent to me by her cousin's wife and copied to her.!!!!!!!!!!
Khushiyan
RajanPrivate Reply to Rajan Bhavnani | | Jul 06, 2007 8:28 am | | re: Marriages are made in Heaven...?? Umm.... | # | 
Sonu C | | ------ To all married couples and singles who intend to get married . -------------
When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly.Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man!
That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, i had lost my heart to a lovely girl called Dew. I did'nt love her anymore..I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, 30% shares of my company and the car. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly.
Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I did'nt have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a months time and she did'nt want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy.
Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully. My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset.
I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest.. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realised she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me, .. she had buried so much pain and
bitterness in her heart.
Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand
surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind... I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry,
Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished. Then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I realise that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death does us apart.
Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote: I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.
The small details of our lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, the property, the bank balance that matters. These create an
environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that
build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you, but if you do, you just might save a marriage.
.
Private Reply to Sonu C | | Jul 06, 2007 8:47 am | | re: re: Marriages are made in Heaven...?? Umm.... | # |
Rajiv Lulla | | This is fantastic, Sonu.
God Bless you !!
Rajiv LullaPrivate Reply to Rajiv Lulla | | Jul 28, 2007 9:54 am | | re: re: re: Marriages are made in Heaven...?? Umm.... | # |
Rajiv Lulla | | Hey Guys,
How come no new posts on such a 'postable' topic.
Guess you people need something new..here goes..
Excerpts of a Man and His wife's daily journals...
His and Hers diary.........
HER DIARY
Sunday night I thought he was acting weird.
We had made plans to meet at a bar to have a drink. I was
shopping with my friends all day long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment.
Conversation wasn't flowing so I suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk, he agreed but he
kept quiet and absent.
I asked him what was wrong - he said, "Nothing."
I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset. He said it had nothing to do with me and not to worry.
On the way home I told him that I loved him, he simply smiled and kept driving.
I can't explain his behavior; I don't know why he didn't say, "I love you, too."
When we got home I felt as if I had lost him, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore.
He just sat there and watched T.V.; he seemed distant and absent.
Finally I decided to go to bed. About 10 minutes later he got up and went to sleep on the sofa.
I still felt that he was distracted and his thoughts were somewhere else.
I decided that I could not take it anymore, so I decided to confront him with the situation but he had fallen asleep.
I started crying and cried until I too fell asleep.
I don't know what to do. I'm almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else.
My life is a disaster.
HIS DIARY
Today, We lost the cricket match.
Private Reply to Rajiv Lulla | | Jul 28, 2007 11:27 am | | re: re: Marriages are made in Heaven...?? Umm.... | # |
Awaken the Gaint Within. | | Actually after reading Sonu's Post this should read "Marriages are made on Earth" Private Reply to Awaken the Gaint Within. | | Jul 28, 2007 5:46 pm | | re: re: re: Marriages are made in Heaven...?? Umm.... | # |
opal07 | | Sunil what do people like me reply to such posts :((
Private Reply to opal07 | | Jul 30, 2007 4:27 am | | re: Marriages are made in Heaven...?? Umm.... | # |
Sonu C | | Thanks to you all for the lovely comments Private Reply to Sonu C | | Jul 30, 2007 6:18 am | | re: re: Marriages are made in Heaven...?? Umm.... | # |
Rajiv Lulla | | WOW...cho chweet...all comments for Sonu only, none for the creator of the topic....boo hoo hoo.... Private Reply to Rajiv Lulla | | Jul 30, 2007 7:53 am | | re: re: re: re: Marriages are made in Heaven...?? Umm.... | # |
Awaken the Gaint Within. | | Dusky Deepa,
First Get married, experience the Delhi ka Laddo and then reply :)Private Reply to Awaken the Gaint Within. | | Jul 30, 2007 12:59 pm | | re: re: re: Marriages are made in Heaven...?? Umm.... | # |
Awaken the Gaint Within. | | Rajiv,
Your Post was more on the lines of Wife Bashing... & people dint mind it
What Sonu posted was different .. In fact many marriages go bad cuz couples take each other for granted and stop communicating with each other.
cheers!!Private Reply to Awaken the Gaint Within. | | Jul 30, 2007 3:01 pm | | re: re: re: re: Marriages are made in Heaven...?? Umm.... | # | 
RAJAN ADVANI | |
Here is a nice little story- it's a little long, but you will enjoy it---------------
MARRIAGES ARE MADE IN HEAVEN
by Ramesh Mahadevan
Ajay Palvayanteeswaran just could not believe his ears. (Okay, okay. I confess. This is the fourth Ajay Palvayanteeswaran story that begins with the same line. But just this one time, let me get on with the story). Ajay wondered if it was for real. The voice at the other end of the telephone, was it a human voice or was it a computer chip? Computer chips don't have ABCD daughters waiting in line to get married.
Ajay went through an instant replay of what had just happened. First the phone rang and then when he answered it, a thoroughbred, thick South Indian accent responded. At first, Ajay thought it was the usual call to extract five bucks from him for the Tamil Association or some nuisance call about a forthcoming music concert.
"Good evening, Mr. Palvayanteeswaran. My name is Srinivasan Iyer" the voice introduced himself. "Let me be direct with you. I got your name from the Jyotishi Vijai Maharaj of Tantra Corporation. You see, I have a daughter and I am looking for a good alliance from well-placed Iyer boys. You seem to be a nice boy high up in the Iyerarchy."
Good ! Somebody has finally realized Ajay's true worth in dollars and is taking the initiative to ring up and discuss a possible marriage.
"We call her Molly, short for Malini Ammal" the man went on."Very nice girl - she has the best of our culture and this culture - the kind of girl who could make stuffed asparagus parathas with a dash of fresh thyme. A child of sound moral values. By the way, can I have a copy of your horoscope? You can fax it to me."
Why not ? Ajay thought. After all, he always carried his horoscope and never left home without it. In fact, when they cashed his checks, he frequently showed his horoscope as an ID.
"What are you doing this friday night ? Why don't you come to our place for a dinner ? You can also meet my daughter."
The prospective father in law pressed on aggressively. "By the way, you are still employed, aren't you ?"
Ajay didn't even hesitate and accepted the invitation immediately. "If the marriage deal doesn't work out, at least I can get a good dinner" Ajay rationalized. Ajay only knows seventeen women in all his life. If you discount his various aunts and cousins, the number dropped to just one or two, which too were faces from way back during his kindergarten days. Now he is going to have his own wife, that too an American born one ! It is now time to bring out all the repressed passionate thoughts.
Ajay already started to daydream and drool. "The first romantic thing I must do with my woman" Ajay dreamed on "is to take her to India and go straight to my old IIT hostel and show her my ex-hostel room." He would take Malini to Piscataway, New Jersey for honeymoon. And when he showers her with lusty kisses, his toothbrush-like mustache might come in the way and brush her teeth. But he could always sacrifice a little and shave it off. Then one day, they will be blessed with a healthy baby boy. He will have an elaborate 'Naming ceremony', followed the next day by an equally elaborate 'Nicknaming ceremony'. He would call the child Munna, after his favorite mess worker in his old hostel. His parents would come from India and linger on for months to look after the baby. Then one day, in a ceremony resembling the change of palace guards in the Buckingham palace, his parents would leave and Malini's parents would arrive from New Jersey, maintaining the continuity of grandparents for the lucky brat.
For days afterward, Ajay experienced a new joy, a new lightness, something akin to floating on cloud nine. He tried to visualize how Malini Ammal might look like. Perhaps he will have to teach her hindi and tamil. That should be a lot of fun, especially the foul words. He found himself pointlessly humming an ancient Talat Mehmood song in total ecstacy all the time. He had half a mind to call his dad in Madras and simply tell him "Boooooo." But then, he is still scared of his dad and didn't want his dad to screw up things from across the ocean. However, he did call his wingmates and ex-classmates. They all had advise to offer him.
"You should be firm when negotiating with these dudes" cautioned Srini from Ganga, Ajay's bum pal, from the other side of the phone. "This Iyer dude sounds very tough. Ask him for at least a BMW as dowry. If he doesn't come down, then make sure you ask for at least a Subaru. If nothing, at least let him get you an engine tune-up and oil change. Don't sell yourself short."
On the appointed day, Ajay borrowed the whitest kurta from his roommate, emptied a bottle of perfume on himself and checked five times to see if his fly was zipped up. He asked his roommate Bala to accompany him for moral support, "But, Machi, don't dress like a prospective bridegroom and ruin my chances" he begged. Bala's friend, Srini, who was visiting him from some godforsaken place and a couple of anonymous friends who landed up hoping to initiate a booze session, were also asked to accompany Ajay. After getting lost a million times in the suburban jungles, they finally located Iyer's house from the subji smell and wandered in.
"Hello, I am Ajay. This is Srini, Bala, Srini and Bala."
"Ajay, Namaste. I am Srinivasan, Srini for short. My full name is Iyer. This is my wife" Mr. Iyer introduced a big woman wearing a kilometer of saree, to Ajay.
"Hello" Ajay said shyly. "Nice meeting you Auntiji. Er, umm, I didn't catch your name."
Mr. Iyer interrupted. "That doesn't matter. You see, like many other desis, I don't ever care to mention her name in introductions. Now we no longer remember her name. Everybody only knows her as Wife # 32454."
"Oh, what a nice number" Ajay said.
"What would you like to drink ?"
"Whatever you have on tap. I will have a pitcher."
"Ajay, Malini is getting dressed. When she is done, you can go inside and have a one-on-one chat with her. Stay at least four feet away from each other. Good good, your horoscope is a killer one. Guru is in the fourth house and Saturn is in the garage. We can start our interview now itself, if you wish. Do you have any questions about Malini that I can answer ?"
"Yes, what is her cholestrol number ?"
Time stood still while Malini Ammal got ready for Ajay. In the meantime, Mrs. Iyer went from the kitchen to Malini's room hazaar times. Finally, Malini was ready and Ajay was slowly escorted inside. Ajay felt like a sacrificial lamb being led for slaughter. As the two potential mates began their 'interview', a tense lull fell in the living room. Anxious, everyone felt silent and pensive.
Iyer began to remember his own earlier days. He started out as a chief administrative officer for the Maharaja of Travancore till one day the Maharaja woke up and realized that Maharajas and kingdoms had been abolished several decades ago and summarily fired Iyer. This sent Iyer searching for greener pastures and greener cards. Eventually he landed up in the USA and sold his soul for a few hundred dollars and a coupon for three dollars off a large pizza and now firmly believes that he is
helping India from the outside. He remembered somebody's theory about desis in this country and how desis are like drops of water. If they land up this side of the Continental Divide they end up in New Jersey and if they are at the other side, they end up at the Silicon Valley eventually. Now he is as New Jersey as the Turnpike ! After years of hard work, he has moved up the High Tech corporate world and now designs the 'on-off' switches for personal computers.
The rarified atmosphere, with whiffs of onion pakoras getting deep fried, numbed Iyer's senses and made him think deeply. Just exactly who is cheating whom ? He wondered. Am I cheating the poor boy by forcing him to marry my dud daughter ? Is he cheating me by marrying her purely for green card ? Is my daughter cheating him by marrying him just because he is a qualified professional, otherwise she might end up as an exotic dancer in a topless joint ? Are the four thugs, friends of Ajay (FOA), cheating me by coming here and freeloading a dinner ? Am I cheating these four boys, because even if Ajay Palvayanteeswaran deal falls through I can always go after one of the other guys and try to get him hitched to my dud daughter ? Is my wife cheating on me ?
Iyer was like a thinking machine, as he rambled on to the next line of thinking. Hmmm ! The modern man has evolved so much, he felt. In the prehistoric times, man made crude implements out of stone, polished them all day, spent entire days hunting animals with the implements. He then made fire and then cooked his kill. The modern man, on the other hand, simply reaches out and calls in a pizza. Look at how much the institution of marriage has changed over the centuries ! His father and mother, Archibald and Abigail, got married when they were just three years old. In fact, they went to the same kindergarten and sang lewd verses of Ba Ba black sheep together. When he got married, about eighty two relatives on his side and his wife's side negotiated the deal. Now, the boy and the girl are doing all the dealing !
The four 'friends of Ajay' had just finished eating the fifth plate of pakoras.
Malini is the product of East and West. She is five percent Mundaka Upanishad, seven percent Rush Limbaugh, two percent Kamasutra and eight percent Ann Landers. The rest of her life is based entirely on Jai Maharaj's Quote City posts. When she was young, she learnt Bharat Natyam, till one day when she was executing the Krishna Abhinaya, the floor opened underneath her dancing feet and she fell onto the pool table at the basement and had to walk around dragging the pool table for several days. Each summer, she would go to India and learn music under the tutelage of the famous Lady King of Classical Music, Begum Kabuthar of the Piya-ka-Gharaana, until one day when the Begum was on her deathbed, she made Malini promise she would never sing again. Malini struggled with her high school courses and finally, thanks to a football scholarship, she even went to college and enrolled in a popular Major, 'The Caring and feeding of the horse'. After three days, she dropped out and now works as a manequin in India Saree House.
Ajay tiptoed into the room, checking one last time if his fly was zipped up. Malini Ammal didn't look unpretty. She was like a cross between an old Madhuri Dixit and a young Mother Teresa. Ajay had this incredible urge to just blurt out that it was all a big mistake and run for his life, stopping at a bathroom en route. His knees felt weak. Instead he said a sheepish 'hi' to Molly.
"Hi" replied Malini.
"Hi" insisted Ajay.
"Hi" responded Malini.
"Yes, isn't the weather nice today ?." said Ajay and broke the ice.
Soon, the young couple relaxed and rambled on pointlessly from one topic to another like Ramesh Mahadevan's bboard posts. Just when Ajay thought that things were going well, Malini dropped a bombshell.
"Ajay, I would have gladly married you except for Bob."
"Who is Bob ?" he asked.
"Bob is my boyfriend. He is a very jealous kind of person and knows Karate and has a collection of guns." Malini explained "It was with him I had my first hug, my first kiss and my first everything."
Ajay was petrified. "You mean, first EVERYTHING ?"
"Yes, everything."
"EVERYTHING ?" his voice was quivering.
"yes, everything." replied Malini "You see, I wasn't interested in this Indian-style marriage deal. It was all dad's idea."
"Yes, even I wasn't very keen on this thing. It is all your dad's idea." said Ajay, fearing for his life.
"Ajay, it is nothing personal. If I and Bob break up and you are still interested, we will contact you."
"That's great. Will you then explain all this to your dad? Now, if you will excuse me, I have to rush to my apartment." Ajay said, resigning to several more months, perhaps years, of celibacy.
"You can do better than that Ajay." replied the femme "Why don't you at least have dinner and complete this evening ? My mother is a good cook."
Private Reply to RAJAN ADVANI | | Jul 31, 2007 6:35 am | | re: re: re: re: re: Marriages are made in Heaven...?? Umm.... | # |
Awaken the Gaint Within. | | RIGHT O ....
Jab Kheyali Puloa banaya hai tu, might as well Eat the Dinner and go.
DINNER...Thats exactly what AJAY had in MIND when he went to see the Molly in case the marriage dint work out.
Private Reply to Awaken the Gaint Within. | | Aug 02, 2007 6:20 am | | re: A nice article by Swami Vivekanand | # |
Sonu C | | A nice article by Swami Vivekanand
I once had a friend who grew to be very close to me. Once when we were sitting at the edge of a swimming pool, she filled the palm of her hand with some water and held it before me, and said this: "You see this water carefully contained on my hand? It symbolizes Love."
This was how I saw it: As long as you keep your hand caringly open and allow it to remain there, it will always be there. However, if you attempt to close your fingers round it and try to posses it, it will spill through the first cracks it finds. This is the greatest mistake that people do when they meet love...they try to posses it, they demand, they expect... and just like the water spilling out of your hand, love will retrieve from you .
For love is meant to be free, you cannot change its nature. If there are people you love, allow them to be free beings.
Give and don't expect.
Advise, but don't order.
Ask, but never demand.
It might sound simple, but it is a lesson that may take a lifetime to truly practice. It is the secret to true love. To truly practice it, you must sincerely feel no expectations from those who you love, and yet an unconditional caring."
Passing thought... Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take; but by the moments that take our breath away.....
Life is beautiful!!! Live it !!!
Private Reply to Sonu C | | Aug 02, 2007 7:14 am | | re: re: A nice article by Swami Vivekanand | # |
Awaken the Gaint Within. | | NICE ONE SONU! Private Reply to Awaken the Gaint Within. | | Aug 02, 2007 7:21 am | | re: re: re: A nice article by Swami Vivekanand | # |
Rajan Bhavnani | | Absolutely beautiful. A gem. Thanks Sonu Private Reply to Rajan Bhavnani | | Aug 02, 2007 8:56 am | | re: re: A nice article by Swami Vivekanand | # |
Sneh | | Insightful... wonderful post!
Thanks SonuPrivate Reply to Sneh | | Aug 02, 2007 11:07 am | | re: re: A nice article by Swami Vivekanand | # | 
anjali vaswani | | hey sonu....so true...and yet very difficult to practice....anju Private Reply to anjali vaswani | | Aug 02, 2007 11:26 am | | re: re: re: A nice article by Swami Vivekanand | # |
Sonu C | | thanks Sunil, Rajan, Sneha. Yeah Anju, agree it is kinda difficult to practise. was touched when read it Private Reply to Sonu C | | Aug 02, 2007 2:54 pm | | re: re: re: re: A nice article by Swami Vivekanand | # |
RAJAN ADVANI | | Nice one Sonu-- This reminds of a chapter written by Osho-
Its all about love, friendship and friendliness-- I hope you enjoy it-----
What is real authentic friendliness?
The question you have asked is very complex. You will have to understand a few other things before you can understand what real authentic friendliness is.
The first is friendship. Friendship is love without any biological tones to it. It is not the friendship that you understand ordinarily the boyfriend, the girlfriend. To use the word friend in any way associated with biology is sheer stupidity. It is infatuation and madness. You are being used by biology for reproduction purposes.
If you think you are in love, you are wrong; it is just hormonal attraction. Your chemistry can be changed and your love will disappear. Just an injection of hormones and a man can become a woman and a woman can become a man.
Friendship is love without any biological tones. It has become a rare phenomenon. It used to be a great thing in the past, but a few great things in the past have completely disappeared. It is a very strange thing that ugly things are stubborn, they don't die easily; and beautiful things are very fragile, they die and disappear very easily.
Today friendship is understood either in biological terms or in economic terms, or in sociological terms in terms of acquaintance, a kind of acquaintance. But friendship means that if the need arises you will be ready even to sacrifice yourself. Friendship means that you have made somebody else more important than yourself; somebody else has become more precious than you yourself. It is not a business. It is love in its purity.
This friendship is possible even the way you are now. Even unconscious people can have such a friendship. But if you start becoming more conscious of your being, then friendship starts turning into friendliness. Friendliness has a wider connotation, a far bigger sky. Friendship is a small thing compared to friendliness. Friendship can be broken, the friend can turn into an enemy. That possibility remains intrinsic in the very fact of friendship.
I am reminded of Machiavelli giving guidance to the princes of the world in his great work, The Prince. One of his guidelines is, Never tell anything to your friend which you would not be able to say to your enemy, because the person who is a friend today may turn into an enemy tomorrow. And the suggestion following that is, Never say anything against the enemy, because the enemy can turn into a friend tomorrow. Then you will be very embarrassed.
Machiavelli is giving a very clear insight: that our ordinary love can change into hate, our friendship can become enmity any moment. This is the unconscious state of man where love is hiding hate just behind it, where you hate the same person you love but you are not aware of it.
Friendliness becomes possible only when you are real, you are authentic, and you are absolutely aware of your being. And out of this awareness, if love arises it will be friendliness. Friendliness can never change into its opposite. Remember this as a criterion, that the greatest values of life are only those which cannot change into their opposite; in fact there is no opposite.
You are asking, "What is real authentic friendliness?" It will need a great transformation in you to have a taste of friendliness. As you are, friendliness is a faraway star. You can have a look at the faraway star, you can have a certain intellectual understanding, but it will remain only an intellectual understanding, not an existential taste.
Unless you have an existential taste of friendliness, it will be very difficult, almost impossible to make a distinction between friendship and friendliness. Friendliness is the purest thing you can conceive about love. It is so pure that you cannot even call it a flower, you can only call it a fragrance which you can feel and experience, but you cannot catch hold of. It is there, your nostrils are full of it, your being is surrounded by it. You feel the vibe, but there is no way to catch hold of it; the experience is so big and so vast and our hands are too small.
I said to you that your question is very complex, not because of the question, but because of you. You are not yet at the point from where friendliness can become an experience. Be real, be authentic and you will know the purest quality of love just a fragrance of love surrounding you always. And that quality of the purest love is friendliness. Friendship is addressed to someone, somebody is your friend.
Once Gautam Buddha was asked, "Does the enlightened man have friends?" and he said, "No." The questioner was shocked because he was thinking the man who is enlightened must have the whole world as his friend. But Gautam Buddha is right, whether you are shocked or not. When he says, "The enlightened man has no friends," he is saying he cannot have friends because he cannot have enemies. They both come together. Friendliness he can have, but not friendship.
Friendliness is unfocused, unaddressed love. It is not any contract, spoken or unspoken. It is not from one individual to another individual; it is from one individual to the whole existence, of which man is only a small part, because trees are included, animals are included, rivers are included, mountains are included, stars are included. Everything is included in friendliness.
Friendliness is just the way of your being real and authentic; you start radiating it. It comes on its own accord, you don't have to bring it. Whoever comes close to you will feel the friendliness. That does not mean that nobody will be your enemy. As far as you are concerned, you will not be an enemy of anyone, because you are no more a friend to anyone. But your height, your consciousness, your blissfulness, your silence, your peace will annoy many, will irritate many, will make many, without understanding you, your enemies.
In fact the enlightened men have more enemies than the unenlightened. The unenlightened may have a few enemies, a few friends. The enlightened men have almost the whole world antagonistic towards them, because the blind people cannot forgive the man who has eyes, and the ignorant cannot forgive one who knows. They cannot feel love towards a man who has attained to his fulfillment, because their egos are hurt.
Just the other day I received four letters from four different American prisons. All the four prisoners are asking for sannyas. One American prisoner has been reading my books. Since I was in that prison for one day, the authorities became interested, the prisoners became interested, so they must have ordered my books.
The prisoner has been reading those books. Although he is an American, he writes that "Osho, reading your books, listening to you on the television, and when you were in the prison for one day, I was also here" he has been there for almost five years. "It was a blissful experience for me and I will never forget the day we were together in the same cell; it has been the most important day of my life. And I have been carrying something in me which I want to express to you. You have not committed any sin of that I was absolutely certain the moment I saw you but to be innocent seems to be a greater crime than any other. And because you were talked about on the radio, on the television, your books were read all over the country, there came a moment when you were more important a figure than the president of America. That's what triggered the whole process of destroying your commune, imprisoning you just to humiliate you."
I was surprised that a prisoner would have such a deep insight. He is saying that "people like you are bound to be condemned, because even the greatest, most powerful people look like pygmies before your consciousness and your height. It is your fault," he is saying to me. "If you were not so successful, you would have been ignored. If your commune was not so successful, nobody would have bothered about you."
The enlightened man has no friends, no enemies, but only a pure love, unaddressed. He is ready to pour into anybody's heart who is available. That is real authentic friendliness.
But such a man will provoke many egos, will hurt those who think they are very important and powerful people. The presidents and the queens and the prime ministers and the kings will become immediately worried, concerned. A man who has no power has suddenly become the focus of attention of the people, attracts more people than the people who have power and money and prestige. Such a man cannot be forgiven. He has to be punished whether he has committed any crime or not. And a man of enlightenment cannot commit a crime; that is just a sheer impossibility. But to be innocent, to be friendly, to be loving for no reason at all, just to be yourself is enough to trigger many egos against you.
So when I say, "The enlightened man has no enemies," I mean that from his side he has no enemies. But from others' side, the greater his height, the more will be their antagonism against him, the more will be the enmity, hatred, condemnation. This is how it has been happening for centuries.
Nirvano was just telling me the other day that the day I was fined four hundred thousand dollars more than half a crore rupees knowing perfectly well that I don't possess a single paisa, a single cent, the attorney who was working for Nirvano told her, "They have done it again." She asked him, "What are you saying?" And he said, &lwquo;Yes, they have done it again. They have again crucified Jesus, they have again punished a man who is utterly innocent but his innocence hurts their egos."
Just an intellectual understanding will not be enough although it is good to have some intellectual understanding, because that may help you move towards existential experience. But only the experience will give you the full taste of the tremendous sweetness, the beauty, the godliness and the truth of love.
Osho: Satyam Shivam Sundram Chapter 10
Private Reply to RAJAN ADVANI | | Sep 20, 2007 10:23 am | | re: re: re: re: re: A nice article by Swami Vivekanand | # |
Rajiv Lulla | | Before Marriage
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Boy: Yes. At last. It was so hard to wait.
Girl: Do you want me to leave?
Boy: NO! Don't even think about it.
Girl: Do you love me?
Boy: Of course! Over and over!
Girl: Have you ever cheated on me?
Boy: NO! Why are you even asking?
Girl: Will you kiss me?
Boy: Every chance I get!
Girl: Will you hit me?
Boy: Are you crazy! I'm not that kind of person!
Girl: Can I trust you?
Boy: Yes.
Girl: Darling!
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After Marriage
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Simply read from bottom to top
Private Reply to Rajiv Lulla | | Sep 29, 2007 7:37 am | | re: re: re: re: re: re: A nice article by Swami Vivekanand | # |
Awaken the Gaint Within. | | Rajiv ,
Good One ....
but I would say ..
After Marriage ...Read AGAIN from Top to Bottom .. and the marriage Rocks ...
but If one reads it from Bottom to top then the marriage is on the Rocks.
Cheers,
SunilPrivate Reply to Awaken the Gaint Within. | | Sep 30, 2007 2:26 pm | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: A nice article by Swami Vivekanand | # | 
R Kumar | | Real profound thoughts!! Certain of them were real funny - I specially liked the Swami Vivekanand's Water & Love analogy. I had heard it with WET SAND - the tighter you hold it, the dryer it becomes; the dryer it becomes, the quicker it slips away from ones clenched fist.
Rajiv's piece Before/After Marriage was a major relief after Rajan's (Acharya Rajneesh's) long discourse :-)Private Reply to R Kumar | | Oct 10, 2007 9:30 am | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: A nice article by Swami Vivekanand | # | 
Naresh...Profile Updated ... | | Hi,
I guess, on this whole topic, Sonu really rocked. Good work Sonu. Keep it up:)
Regards,
Naresh.Private Reply to Naresh...Profile Updated ... | | Oct 11, 2007 5:14 pm | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: A nice article by Swami Vivekanand | # |
Rajiv Lulla | | well if she rocked, I hilled..!!!
this is a tongue in cheek topic not a "cho chweet, how touching" kind of topic....
and if she rocked, I mountained..!!!
this topic is to look at the other side of marriage...not just be politically correct.....this is to let go sometimes...and make fun of marriage.....not because we do not like but for the very opposite reason....it is the things and people we hold dearest that we make fun of and sometimes pretend to take for granted...
and if she rocked, I Everest-ed..!!Private Reply to Rajiv Lulla | | Oct 12, 2007 7:14 am | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: A nice article by Swami Vivekanand | # |
Naresh...Profile Updated ... | | What was that Rajiv? My comment didnt meant for hurting anyone's comments or his/her views. I liked her topic and just addressed my feelings. I guess this network is an open forum to put forth our views/comments.
If (unintentionally from my side) it has hurt u, then sorry for that.
Regards,
Naresh.Private Reply to Naresh...Profile Updated ... | | Oct 12, 2007 8:41 am | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: A nice article by Swami Vivekanand | # |
Rajiv Lulla | | Mannn!!! and I was just trying to be funny here....hey dude!! get a grip.....why will your or anyone's praising Sonu HURT me!!????????????
if I have hurt u I am sorry....but again...I was just being funny....
guess I will have to be careful about what I post,....Private Reply to Rajiv Lulla | | Oct 17, 2007 8:32 am | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: A nice article by Swami Vivekanand | # |
Naresh...Profile Updated ... | | Marriage is a relationship in which one person is always right and the other is the husband!
Private Reply to Naresh...Profile Updated ... | | Oct 30, 2007 12:30 pm | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: A nice article by Swami Vivekanand | # |
Rajiv Lulla | | why is the man called Husband after marriage..???
because uska..."Hus"na "Band" ho jaata hain...!!!Private Reply to Rajiv Lulla | | Oct 30, 2007 8:27 pm | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: A nice article by Swami Vivekanand | # |
Prakash Bakshani | | A woman awoke during the night to find that her husband was not in bed. She put on her robe and went downstairs. He was sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in front of him. He appeared to be in deep thought, just staring at the wall. She saw him wipe a tear from his eye and take a sip of his coffee. "What's the matter dear? Why are you down here at this time of night?" she asked.
"Do you remember twenty years ago when we were dating and you were only 16?" he asked.
"Yes, I do," she replied.
"Do you remember when your father caught us in the back seat of my car making out?"
"Yes, I remember."
"Do you remember when he shoved that shotgun in my face and said, 'Either you marry my daughter or spend twenty years in jail?"
"Yes, I do," she said.
He wiped another tear from his cheek and said, "You know...I would have gotten out today."
Private Reply to Prakash Bakshani | | Nov 22, 2007 3:46 am | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: A nice article by Swami Vivekanand | # | 
LOST IN DEEP THOUGHT... | | LOL!!!
:)
RajPrivate Reply to LOST IN DEEP THOUGHT... | | Feb 25, 2008 6:41 am | | re: A nice article by Swami Vivekanand | # |
Sonu C | | "When you look back in time, it's not the sad and happy times you remember you had with ur spouse, but the experience what u go thru during those situtations; so make the most of the time you have, for it will never be the same again. " Private Reply to Sonu C | | |
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