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At my workplace, I have people of various relationship status… defacto, single mums, dating, divorced and dating, and one going through an unaffordable and messy divorce. Generally, I am the listener of all their woes… marital problems, partner problems, divorce issues, kids… not venturing an advise but just lending a shoulder to cry on. Because… frankly… I have been there and done that! If not myself, I have had people close to me with the same problems. Last Friday we had drinkies and the spotlight was on me! “So Dee, are you married?”, they asked. “Do you have kids?”, piped another. I smiled and said “Yes to both! I have been married 30 years and have two kids one of whom has comfortably flown the nest and the other packing his bags as we speak!” The rest of evening was spent telling these young Aussies what a marriage meant to an Indian. What are arranged marriages all about and above all what it meant to have, ‘one partner’!

My marriage was “ARRANGED” I told my shocked audience! Our lives were carefully planned for us. I was a young and bashful bride described by family and friends as a “good girl” and he was quiet, strong & well established “gem of a boy”. To all those who attended the wedding we made the ideal couple, married at what was deemed the “right age” for marriage. Both of us in our early twenties, we would go on to start a family young and reach the zenith of our lives and careers by fifty when our children would then be settled in jobs and married (via arrangement) just like we had been.

“Did it go as planned” piped one. “So you have been only ever been with one guy? Did you have a boyfriend before him?” “Have you never found any other man attractive?” “Has he, your husband, never had an affair?” “Did you guys date?” “Does that mean you slept with a complete stranger?” So many questions my interested audience had! And then the most important one of them all… “Do you think there is merit in arranged marriages over love marriages!

Honestly, I don’t think marriages are about how they come about as much as they are about how they grow. In a love marriage there is an adrenaline rush, an excitement to start with. It’s a physical attraction that overrides every other emotion and you tie the knot. Its only after you start living together that you find out the real person. Now this can be be exciting and partners are definitely physically compatible! Their likes and dislikes are similar. On the face of it, so are their futures. Most times they both want the same thing! No one can disagree that this is a great start to a marriage.

But though it is a great start, there is so much more to a marriage that just physical and mental compatibility of the two people involved. There’s the background, the upbringing, the families, language, food, mentalities, education, value systems! Each one of these is an important factor when considering marriage! In a love marriage, one starts to realise this after the initial gush of excitement.  The path of discovery of each partner by the other, as it is, can be rocky and can get even more tedious if each tries to fight against it rather than fight for a relationship. And that’s when maturity and commitment come into play which may not always be the case given the age! Because as we know the physical attraction comes in the early twenties and maturity much much…. much later!

Now… in an arranged marriage (as in India) the elders of the family look into all those aspects and tick them before they get the boy and girl to meet! After all you don’t marry a person, you marry the family. So a suitable boy or girl with a similar background is what they look for. A suitor with similar value systems, financial situation, and to the more conservative, the caste is similar. In an arranged marriage, the elders take care of all that! The boy and the girl meet after every other box is ticked as compatible. In our case both Tamil, Iyengars brought up in Delhi, we both communicated in multiple languages, our families were both middle class, our parents and siblings were around the same age! The families had common friends and similar values. Now the only thing left to find out was the physical compatibility of the pair. So we met. In our case there was nothing to not like – I was pretty and he was pretty handsome 🙂 I was naive and he was a man of the world. He would easily take me under his wing and the fairy tale wedding would last forever and ever!

But having said that… we had our own little adjustments to make! As a data person, the bigger picture is all good, but what about the finer details? My husband and I are like chalk and cheese! We see eye to eye on absolutely nothing! As two individuals we are exact opposites. I am happy, noisy, ebullient, bouncy dreamy kinda girl and he is the serious, contemplative, trustworthy down-to-earth kinda macho alpha male! So what is it that keeps us together? What keeps the marriage rocking instead of the marital boat rocking?

It is the COMMITMENT and ADJUSTMENT that goes into a marriage. Its not about an Arranged Marriage being more successful than a Love Marriage, I told my interested audience. A ‘Marriage’ takes adjustment, not compromise (as many people choose to phrase it), and it means doing all that you need to do to commit to your relationship. If there is anything that makes you feel like it’s a compromise, then it means there’s a discord in one. But why bunch marriage with compromise? Life, in general, asks for adjustments and we are happy to make them. Like water—we find our fit. We have a goal and a plan to get there but have to change the route all the time. Then why do we find the necessity to blame the other person in a relationship for the adjustments we have to make? Marriage is not a noun it’s a verb. It isn’t something you get, it’s something you do. We have, even without knowing it, made those little adjustments that have made the marriage work! Instead of thinking we are opposites we have found way to complement each other. We have come to realise that in our differences lie our strengths and together we have made our differences our strengths! He is the placid passive ocean and I am the twenty thousand leagues under it. I am the uncontainable rivulet that flows incessantly and he has become the banks I crash against and fall back, never attempting to cross over! He rock solid and mentoring, guiding, allowing me to forge ahead while keeping those rigid boundaries.

There is no room for pride, arrogance and haughtiness in a marriage. If you want your marriage to succeed, release pride, by letting go of your need to be in control and accepting that you are fallible and not always on point. Begin putting peace, unity, and joy in marriage ahead of personal ego. After all, things will work much better when you fight for, not against your marriage. Its unarguable that one person must take the first step. Sometimes many steps before the other comes to the party. But trust me it happens. It is so easy to break up and move on because of differences of opinion and so hard to accept each other’s point of view as just that… not as an attack on your sensibilities or values. The idea is not to think alike, but to think together!

Today, he is my home. I have lived with him more than I have in my parents’ home. We read each other’s thoughts. We still have our differences, but we gracefully agree to disagree. He is my anchor. The only stable friend, lover and guide I have had. I am his muse, his distraction and his best friend. We each have our own lives and yet we merge seamlessly. Our relationship is one of mutual respect, with a healthy dose of admiration, and a never-ending portion of love and grace. Like a Venn Diagram – we each have our lives but merge in the centre to have togetherness, family and children. Trust in each other and respect for each other are integral in our relationship. Neither of us is perfect, but we see the imperfect people we are, perfectly. Being in a long marriage is a little bit like that nice cup of coffee every morning – I might have it every day, but I still enjoy it.

I am loathe to advising but that night I had six converted people! Cheers to long marriages!

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Posted by on August 26, 2015 in Fascinating

 

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On Children by Kahlil Gibran


I have been wanting to say something on parent child relationship. But this little poetry has so clearly echoed my thoughts… Seasoned parents and new must read this. Surely helps give a direction to all of us parents trying to wing parenthood.

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts, 
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, 
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, 
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, 
and He bends you with His might 
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies, 
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

 
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Posted by on March 8, 2014 in Fascinating

 

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Digital Dilemma


why-photography-matters-1As I went for my morning jog I discovered a new route with the most spectacular views of a red brick villa nested among a mountain of green trees looking at the valley below. I quickly pulled my phone to capture that site…. And then it struck me like a flash (quite literally)!!! What happened to the moment of joy that I experienced viewing the most picturesque view…. It was gone!!!!!

You see life is a string of such unforgettable moments. In a creative fraction of a second life provides you with an unforgettable moment. Your eye sees the composition, emotions give it a colour and intuition commits it to memory…. And then it is gone. We’re offered innumerable such moments all through our lives no matter how short it is. What we do with them…How we react to them…our opinion of them influence the quality of our life, whether or not we acknowledge them.

Photography, I am sure must have started as a means to capture the beauty of a moment. They say, a picture speaks a thousand words. Photographs can grab our attention and speak directly to our emotions. Photographs matter because they freeze moments of our lives, which pass sometimes unnoticed. It helps us relive an amazing moment with distinct clarity. To one who is not articulate it becomes a medium of expression.

Cameras and Photography have a come a long way since their inception. Tiny mobile phones with great resolution have replaced clunky pieces of equipment. With that, everyone has now become a ‘photographer’. The urge to capture every moment has become stronger, the rewards greater and the act of documenting easier than it has ever been. Its like people have an app running in the background of their mind that scans for moments to memorialize. On milestone days, it just moves to the forefront. But do we ever stop to think about whether or not we are striking the right balance between documenting and living a moment?

I am blessed to belong to the ‘transition generation’. Growing up when photos were a luxury, rearing children when they became rare but definitely more accessible and now living in an era when people find joy in photographing every aspect of their lives or those of their loved ones. I can see the transition of the art from being a luxury to a necessity. From being a medium of art to becoming a form of competition.

When I look at my favourite photographs I see lots of special and amazing moments. I am rewarded not only with the visual reminder, but an emotional reminder since every photo taken is also part of my life’s experience. I remember being a bride living the romance of the moment uncaring of the photographs being taken. Now many years later as I flick through the hard copy album, I can even recall what my husband was saying to me at the click of every picture. Photographs taken by my adoring husband of our son and I help us relive the day it was taken. As we parents captured that moment in our hearts we let the camera capture it for our son to see when he was older.

Photographing and documenting has become a social compulsion now, which has has made it oddly competitive. Posting photos of their little ones doing little things has become a norm. Viewers with kids of similar age enthusiastically hitting “Like”, sometimes jealous that their little ones were not as clever or they didn’t click a moment their tots were being clever! It’s keeping up with the Joneses … and their milestone Facebook pics.

Back in our day, remembering, was easy – it was second nature. Today it piggybacks on something light — sharing. The short-term rewards of quick status updates unlock the long-term rewards of a collection of moments to look back on and love. Every now and then I wonder if kids of this generation even think of what life was like before cameras. Are they able to grasp the concept of going out to do things and just doing them, I guess, without pausing or even thinking of pausing to capture … anything?

Oh I know that memory is fallible. And I’ve seen even ordinary moments transform for the better. I remember a photograph taken of an unsuspecting me trying to distract my little boy from crying with histrionics only a two year old can enjoy. His tear stained cheeks belying his laughter laden lips looking down adoringly at me while I am smiling up at him over a tiny victory!!! A moment captured to perfection. A silly irritation gone. A deeper joy magnified.

Memorising a moment is a natural process. What is important is not the memories we have but rather the quality of our experiences. What we do now instead is to focus on the memory of the moment rather than the experience of it. There is no denying that taking a photo can be a great way to encapsulate an experience, or share it with others who weren’t there. But photography, too, is volatile, and people get caught up in capturing every single moment rather than enjoying what’s in front of them. We have forgotten how to find satisfaction in each experience in the present, instead constantly looking for satisfaction to be had in the future through our memories of the past. Perhaps we need to have a little more faith in our mind’s ability to relive certain experiences than to rely on a myriad of pixels to do it for us.

You’ve heard it before – “Life is short.” Tomorrow is promised to no person. We all owe a death. But it’s not the death we live for, it’s the life in between. When you’re in your 20s, you think you’re untouchable – you’ll live forever. When you’re in your 30s, you live as if you still have most of your life ahead of you. When you’re in your 40s, you start to realize that you have less time than you thought to accomplish your dreams. When you’re in your 50s, 60s and 70s, your friends start to pass with alarming frequency reinforcing the reality that your time is limited. So guys, get out and about. Do – because life is short not because it’s a Kodak Moment. Love because there is a thrill in being loved back. Laugh freely without wondering whether its your strong side the camera is capturing!!! Live the moment and let technology not dictate the moments you would like to remember!

 
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Posted by on February 21, 2014 in Fascinating

 

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Sachin – The Jewel of India – Bharat Ratna


sachin-tendulkar2_0 I am a girl, so I am forgiven if I don’t particularly follow cricket. My whole family is well aware of the fact that I don’t like the game. I barely know names of the famous cricketers and can never put a face to a name. “ I know this guy! His name has something to do with a gun!” I once declared and was corrected by my 10 year old son, “Mum its Rifle! Paul Rifle”

But I know one name – Sachin. Please stop… Lets not go overboard with compliments. I don’t adore the guy and cannot see why India and its people would want one more God to add to its plethora of Gods. What’s the big deal about a 100th 100! All entertainment on a flight from Madras to Delhi was once stopped when the pilot announced that Sachin had scored a century! I don’t understand why the whole nation must come to a halt just to see him score a century.

But I see him as a symbol of unity! The whole nation be they – adults, children, Hindus, Muslims, Sikhs Christians, doctors, servants, politicians – stops to watch him deliver a memorable knock or a speech…. And by God he never disappoints. Whether his scores 30 or 300, whether his speech is 20 words or 20 minutes long, the audience is spellbound.

As an Australian of Indian origin, I have been exposed its ugly face every time the countries clashed. As a journalist I have covered the Bhajji controversy from a purely human perspective. I have seen the animosity between the two teams and the bad air between peoples of the two nations in work places/ schools and colleges.

But once again the name Sachin brings forth similar emotions of respect and awe. Don Bradman, the Aussie cricketing hero welcomed him warmly and said he sees a bit of himself in this rising star. The players stop to usher him into the field expecting to see a deadly knock. His silent stoic presence giving thousands of Indians hope! I have been at a field in Sydney to watch a one dayer between the two nations and the ONLY batsmen that receives an uproarious welcome to bat is SACHIN! When the entire stadium no matter what colour wants to see this diminutive man weave magic with his bat! Such is the power of the man.

Someone said, now there is a TV show now in India called, “Now who among you in the next Sachin”… There never was, is or ever will be another Sachin. Many may come and many may go but his name will forever be etched in the minds of everyone that has lived in his era, maybe even the next couple of generations. He has done what the National Anthem has done. We all stand up and get goose bumps when they both play!

I hope he stays untarnished forever and never joins politics, for he is the true jewel in the Crown of India… Who wants Kohinoor when we have Sachin! He is the Jewel in the crown of India.


 

 
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Posted by on November 18, 2013 in Fascinating

 

The Good Ol’factory


smellOur sense of smell is our most evocative sense, yet far too often, it’s the last sense that we think about pampering. We collect new pillows, sheets and doonas to appeal to our sense of touch. We get large screen TVs to cater to our sense of sight. We spring for the lobster dinner to satisfy our sense of taste. But our sense of smell, olfactory,  is almost always the last sense that we consider indulging.

My home is my sanctuary, filled with the décor that brings me joy but also the fragrances that stir and create an atmosphere and ambience of peace, calm and happiness. And if I need to its not just one fragrance—but several. By choosing the right scents, then layering them or combining them in new ways, I try to create an atmosphere to match the personality, the mood or an occasion. Think of it as a fragrance wardrobe for my home where you will find a collection of various scents in a range of formulations, from candles to potpourri, reed diffusers to room sprays. The goal is to mix and match different scents from within these collections to provide a customized, couture scent for your home—to create your home’s signature fragrance.

There are so many lovely fragrances out there, it can become overwhelming to choose just one. Ask yourself first what type of scent you typically gravitate towards. There is a fragrance for every type of scent you can imagine. Love the smell of citrus? Try fragrances with essence of orange, lemon or other fruits. Prefer floral scents? Look for products that include lavender, gardenia, rose or any other flowers in their composition. Perhaps sultry notes are more for you. In that case, reach for fragrances with vanilla or amber in the name. Woody fragrances like sandalwood, cedar and pine are popular, as are herbal notes such as rosemary and basil. Try to narrow in on the scent that feels most like home to you, or mix a few different aromas to create a unique smell that’s just right. For instance, I am a floral person, but I love the freshness of the citrus! So as soon as I clean my home I may burn an incense of Oudh, a lemon candle or pine or potpourri but for an evening with friends I trust the calm of sandalwood, lavender or jasmine.

The next question is what is the best method to spread scent best for your home? With myriad options on the market for home fragrances, it’s important to consider the best method of diffusing a scent in your home. Candles are wonderful for providing not only an appealing smell but also a flickering glow. However, for homes with small children it can be dangerous to have an open flame within easy reach. Reed oil diffusers in that case are a nice alternative. The oils dissipate slowly, leaving a subtle smell throughout the home that can last for a long time. It maybe handy to remember though, that leaving a diffuser out can be dangerous, as they often come in glass jars with oil inside, and could lead to a mess if knocked over.

You could kill two birds with one stone by using cleaning supplies that also leave an appealing aroma in their wake. Not only will your house look great, it will smell amazing too. Newer lines on the market make use of natural oils for scents that are less bracing than their predecessors and instead are subtle and sophisticated. Look for natural scents such as rosemary, basil, lavender or lemon for a crisp, clean scent around the home.

Last but not least, consider stashing a little fragrance around the home. Sachets are great for infusing a space with an appealing smell. I remember my grandmom putting a few neem leaves and a cinnamon stick in her drawer to keep those small pieces of clothing insect/germ free and smelling nice. Camphor cubes could be just as helpful. There are fragrance balls available in shops now which can be dipped in essential oil and left in a pouch in corner of a room or a cupboard for slow and long lasting release. Fragrances like lavender or cedar do double-duty in closets by naturally deterring moths from making their homes in your clothes.

Bathrooms can be kept smelling nice longer by rolling a fragrance ball in your favourite oil, placing it in a tissue and leaving in a corner. Just a tealight burning with cinnamon or cardamom can do wonders too and can last as long as the candle does.   Scented drawer liners in your dresser can also leave a subtle perfume on clothes, sheets, or bath linens stored within. Line bins with blotting paper dipped in pine or cologne to keep the smell of decayed food at bay. Peppermint or chamomile teabags in pillows aid sleep. A twig of rosemary placed on top of a globe in a table lamp can diffuse the bedroom into a slumber zone. Lavender essential oil mixed in water and placed in a spray bottle, sprayed on pillow just before sleep can aid a restful slumber.

Of course, this is just scratching the surface for products that help spread a perfume-like aroma. The possibilities are enormous. If you let the imagination run wild you can think of various ways to keep the home smelling lovely. So go ahead try something new. Make it different! Your house does not need to smell like a hospital ward just because its clean or like gym because you have three sweaty men living there 🙂

 
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Posted by on August 19, 2013 in Fascinating

 

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Sari Jahan Se Achha


“Mum? Why must women wear Saris when they grow up and men can wear comfortable pants?” I asked my mum when I was young. She smiled, and taking me on her lap said, “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I like to because it makes me feel nice.” I never did understand her “crazy” line of thinking, so I just went my merry way in pigtails and shorts to play with my friends.Image
 
But now many years later, I see what she means. A Sari is the most graceful attire to adorn a woman. Its success lies in its total simplicity, practical comfort, and a sense of luxury a woman experiences when she wears one. A Sari when draped properly transforms an ordinary Sheila into that graceful, stylish, elegant and sensuous Diva. It magically reveals as much as it hides. 

I’ll be honest, I don’t wear them quite as often as I would like to. A busy life working full time and managing kids overseas has made me a more skirt/pant person than the traditional saree one. When you’re used to wearing jeans and flats like I am, the heels and pleats and the pallu take a little getting used to… But really, every time I’ve decided to wrap myself in the meters of colorful, decorated fabric, I have felt like a lady. It maybe the slight awkwardness in wearing a sari that makes me act more refined as soon as I wear a sari, I become more demure, my walk is more portly, my posture is flattering, and I’m far more socially presentable! Of course, this may not be true of women who wear sari’s on a daily basis, and I’m sure those who hike them up to cross muddy waters would disagree, but to me sari’s are linked with class and glamour. A traditional equivalent of a black tie event attire 🙂

The gorgeous Sari comes in a range of fabrics and designs and if you ask me are worthy of their own fashion week! The rich, velvety Kanjeevaramof Bhojraj and Vasudev Tolaram that dazzle with the intensity of their colours-magenta, puce, turquoise, teal, fuscia-and the striking way in which the broad borders are of a completely different colour-maroon with saffron, parrot green with purple, crimson with sable. The elegant Sambhalpuris with their intricate fish borders in terracotta or bright fire-engine red or  Handblock Gujarati cottons in bright shades of orange and sindoor red and mustard-often all combined in the same sari. The heavy cream silk with the traditional bridal red border and Bandhini dots… The list goes on and on-Maheshwaris with their sheer, almost gauzy body of dull earth tones like muddy brown or grey with the dazzle of the narrow, bright zari border. Paithanis with their loud, extrovert colours, their look at me! scream of lime green, purple and fuscia and their huge, ornate, zari embossed anchals. The Coimbatore cottons in self-effacing shades of biscuit and fawn and simple, nondescript borders of navy or chocolate-they came to life when worn, such was their softness. The dense, heavy Tanchoi of Benaras in shades of plum and magenta, the subtle design woven in gold all over the sari, often taking the weaver months to complete. The Kalamkari saris of Hyderabad with their gorgeous vegetable dyes and intricate, age-old floral patterns. The Assamese silks, with their superbly woven butis, borders and anchals in classic shades of white, black and red. The gossamer thin Kota saris of Rajasthan, woven of silk and cotton thread, with their pastel shades and distinctive paisley designs going back centuries…. the list is never ending!!! And now there are so many styles and sari concepts that I’ve seen (on and off the runway) that I’m impressed by the innovation.  Someone’s come up with a skirt style saree, another with a saree bag to keep your car keys and phone!!! The colors, patterns, cuts, blouses, and the way they’re worn – there’s a sari for every day and every occasion. 

And you know what?!?! I can’t help but wonder about how ingenius this simple attire is. Who in the name of God came up with the method of covering most of the body without using zippers and buttons or buckles. Wrapped, folded, pleated, and draped the sari has the dual ability to be modest while still sensual. It’s no surprise that true Indian men like to have a sari clad woman on their arm because I’d have to agree, there is something about a sari that is incredibly feminine, elegant, and sexy….

 
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Posted by on June 15, 2013 in Fascinating

 

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Bhajeham Shivoham…


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I come from a Vaishnaviite family – our deity being Vishnu. And as such had no exposure to Shiva, the third god in the Hindu triumvirate – Brahma, the creator of the universe, Vishnu the preserver and Shiva’ whose role is to destroy the universe in order to re-create it. Quite honestly, I am not your regular religious person, who prays three times a day, lights the lamp, knows every relevant shloka by heart… but I have always wanted to read about this rather intriguing, much revered, and one of the most amazing Gods of this cosmos. An enigma shrouded in mystery.

My introduction to this amazing God was in a song in a popular hindi cinema. He comes surrounded by ghosts and goblins,  riding a buffalo, sporting dread locks, smoking pot, drinking cannabis singing and dancing with untamed passion much to the chagrin of his father-in-law Daksha who famously castigated him as the ‘monkey-faced nobody’ whom Brahma receommended as a groom for his ‘fawn-faced’ daughter.  What attracted me at the first sight was the benign smile behind this violent looking man! How could someone who is so wild be so gentle? How could one so masculine try to “win” over his beloved?

Shiva is the epitome of contradictions therefore seen as the source of both good and evil and is regarded as the one who combines many contradictory elements. He is represented by the linga – a phallic statue, representing the raw power of the God and his masculinity. He is sometimes depicted as an ascetic and at others a hedonist. While other gods are depicted in lavish surroundings, Shiva is dressed in simple animal skin and in austere settings. Easily attained, Lord Shiva is petitioned by saint and sinner alike. Demons and gods gain boons from him – sometimes in contradiction of each other, sometimes cleverly cancelling each other out.

Even though Shiva is the destroyer, he is usually represented as smiling and tranquil. He is said to have a neck blue in colour because he drank the poison from the churning of the ocean so the earth remained pure! He effortlessly captured the wild Ganga in his locks as she fell to the earth to protect the earth from her wrath. Now why would the destroyer play the saviour? Amazing eh?

He is said to sport a third eye! An amazing concept, the “third eye” is referred to as the spiritual eye, the intuitive eye, or the eye of the soul. It is associated with the brow chakra, which facilitates intuition and extra sensory perception. The third eye is depicted on the forehead of Shiva, and is symbolic of the inner eye that sees all things within a cosmic perspective. Now how amazing is that!!!

He is the universal vibration for dancing, the essence of Michael Jackson/Beyonce’s! Dance is one of the most important art forms in India. The “Tandav Nritya” is a vigorous dance that is the source of the cycle of creation, preservation and dissolution. Tandava depicts his violent nature as the destroyer of the universe. Shiva is believed to assume two states – the unmanifest (nirgun) and the manifest (sagun). It is considered to represent the five actions of God, namely creation, sustenance, dissolution, the covering of the Great Illusion (Maya) and initiation (anugraha) (God’s grace to be liberated from the Great Illusion). So I mean like WOW!

And then in many scriptures He is represented as half man, half woman. His figure is split half way down the body, one half showing his body and the second half that of Parvati’s denoting equality. He is soft and gentle and a putty in his wife’s hands he wears the Cobra around his neck to signify power over the most dangerous creatures in the world.

Shiva is Pure Consciousness; the masculine principle of the universe. It is hard to conceptualise him. No pictures I have seen do him justice. His beauty lies in one’s inability of one to describe Him. He is just way too cool and I love to read about him!!! The more I read, the more I learn and the more intrigued I am.

Shivji Bihaney Chale Paalki Sajake Babhati Lagake Na

 
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Posted by on March 11, 2013 in Fascinating

 

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Women in Bollywood

A journey through heroine-oriented cinema

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