Yeshwanth

In a modest, rented home with barely any ventilation and a small hall, preparations were underway for a sacred Chandi homa meant to last nearly six hours, using around 15 kilograms of wood and cow dung cakes. When the priests arrived and surveyed the space, they expressed concern. With no proper airflow and such an intense fire, they warned that soot would definitely coat the walls, and the heat might even damage the interiors. Repainting the house seemed inevitable, and in a rented space, that could mean trouble with the landlord. Worried but determined, I turned to Swami in prayer: “You’ve given me the intent to perform this homa,” I said, “so you must also take care of the consequences.” To add more twists to the situation, my two-year-old nephew began crying, and my brother had to put him to sleep in the bedroom. To describe further, the hall had no windows at all —just four walls enclosing the space. It was connected to a bedroom, and that room had a door leading to the balcony. I...

I hate having to leave you It’s the hardest thing I’ll ever do I hate I’ll have to go back  As I walk, waving the worst goodbye I want to make sure you know how this feels to me And that I promise to become the best I can be You know I’m always doubting every action of mine But I'll try to be confident and happier this time And about my usual unstable emotional state? I will handle whatever is put on my plate I won’t give up whenever I’m sad And I’ll come to you when I get mad Also, don’t ever think you’ll be second on my list You’re my savior, God, mom, you’ve carried me through the midst Who could replace you, my dear Swami ?  On which other shoulder could I ever lean? There’s no one that’d do as much as you’ve done I owe you my life, I owe you a ton Thanks for existing, my angel And for making it all, much less painful.

Puttaparthi is such a place where divine environment really makes you feel like you are connected with swami, a place where lord of the universe did descend so that mankind could ascend, a place where lord chose to walk the earth, where celestial beings roam around, which is an enigma, a mystery, an ocean of compassion, and which is beyond comprehension, a place where I could go countless times and every time I return, my heart yearns to go back once again - one more time. To anyone who visits Prashanthi Nilayam, the abode of Baba, the sight of “Sai Ram” – wishing scarf – clad sevadal is a refreshing sight in a world filled with object materialism. Be it in Sai Kulwant Hall, the canteen, the hospital, the museum, the university or the bakery, men and women drawn from all walks of life and from all over India render service with expectation of virtually nothing from those who get served by them. Service is the highest spiritual discipline. Prayer and meditation, or knowledge of scriptur...

  I’ve come to believe that when someone won’t make any effort to understand us, this is usually what it comes down: deep pain that’s blocking them from love. They might be shut down to everyone. Or specific ideas that trigger something from their past. Or maybe we, ourselves, are the trigger. Maybe we remind them of something they want to forget. Maybe our very presence forces them to come face to face with something they’d rather avoid.  If we really  want  understanding, maybe the key is to  choose  understanding. Maybe the secret is to broaden our perspective beyond what would make us feel safe in a moment so we can do our part to help create a greater sense of safety for everyone we encounter. Maybe by choosing to offer understanding, we can influence the people around us to heal their pains so they can one day open their heart a little wider. When they’re ready. When  they  feel safe. So what’s the best thing to say to someone who does...

 Each day I wake to start a day that's normal as can be. Some cooking, cleaning, working, as busy as a bee. But everyday the thoughts of you that buzz around my head Distract me from this busy life and I stop to think instead. As a friend as a grandma no one could take your place,  I'm so thankful you were in my life - you will never be replaced A woman of extreme strength, courage and love, Who was beautiful, soft and now peaceful and free as a dove. Someone on who my admiration was built around, As my grandma you were brought into this ground. With each passing day, a thought comes in mind So many memories that you left behind.  The years we shared were full of joy, Something that I could now never enjoy You lit up my life, my hopes, and my dreams. You've opened my eyes to see what it all means. So now that you're gone, how can I forget; Because you were the greatest out of all I have met. It's been 5 years since you've gone It still hurts all day long There i...

Soon after we wake up, The day starts with 9am sync up. Dealing with a problem that roars, Trying to Open our brain's pores, We all - the partners in crime, Strive to deliver the fix on time. Of Course, We Are H Team!    Logging for work early, Updating Y&M the status hourly, Dealing with different scenarios, Breaking normal project sterios, Coding designing and testing, All the time worth investing. Of Course, We Are H Team!    All of us - The dedicated resources, Many a times killing our personal spaces, Striving to reach tough goal, We give our heart and soul. Even without L1 and L2, We deliver every beat too. Of Course, We Are H Team!    From requirements write up to test set up, Crossing all the hurdles we are put up, Wonderfully balancing a rollercoaster ride, Marvelously managing responsibilities tide, Dealing with never ending JIRA tickets, We score open items off our buckets. Of Course...