I Was Hurt! I Am Fine!

Dear Varalotti,

Happy to see you back...

I can understand your feelings... I am happy that you got solace at HER feet... I am more happy that prayed for more love... It needs a real big heart, in this fast materialistic cut throat world...

As the family grows, somebody or the other will keep finding faults are shouting at others... We should not get cowed down by that... I know, I neither have the age or experience to advice the great VR... But what I want to convey is... you are allowing them to succeed in their mission.... by you getting hurt...

I am happy to note that SHE has helped you a lot...

With regards to the poem... That is absolutely a fantastic one... The para Iranyan is more loved... great...

May SHE give you more love... so that you can share it with us...

Veda

Dear Sridhar Sir,

Have been looking in this thread for more love stories every day and really missed you these days. I pray to Her (with all selfish motives) that a creator like you should never get hurt and if at all you do under her practical pranks on Her children, I hope you bounce back sooner than later.

I beg to differ, though I know your poem is your domain and hence your right ! May be I am not as matured as you are, but this is what I think.. It was a disturbing for me to see the analogy. Iranyan was obviously not more loved. He made the ocean of love, karunaa moorthy, my dear Lord, take simha roopam and rip off his body and presented the lord in the most daring avatar of all Avatars.. He was possibly more noticed by the Lord but obviously not loved. The destiny here is to be touched by Lord, but how we reach the destiny is what actually matters. If I reach the destiny by annoying Lord to all ends, provoking the saviour to become a killer, having tricky boons to back myself up to attain eternity, well the destiny loses its value. I somehow feel that the path is more important than the destination, for an ill-path towards a right-destination makes it an ill-destination.

May be it is going to take me more wisdom to actually feel for these words that no life is worthier than such a death. But as I stand today, I am unable to agree to it..

Affly,
Gayu

Dear Varalotti,

It is a great joy to see your posts in IL!

A certain hustle and bustle was missing and it was very palpable, believe you me!

And you come back with not one, but two soulful posts.

I just returned from my Gita class and my teacher there said that sadness makes you sharper, gives you a better perspective of life. I shook my head silently, I don't know about that, it is hard to be sad, nicer to be happy. Simple!

Only things are never honky dory all the time...Let the bygones be bygones. It is time to take up where you left.
And we all are eyes now awaiting your next post.

The poem was beautiful, but, I want more cheer now?:)

Shanvy's reply to you was an absolute gem.
I don't think I can better that. Just would like to quote her words here once again:

I only remember Mahatma's words "Nobody can hurt me without my permission." . So may be somewhere, we have given them the permission to hurt by writing here.

How true!
Thank you dear Shanvy for that quote.

L, Kamla

Dear Sridhar ,
You are supposed to thank God for having been hurt by somebody – or you won’t have enjoyed the love & care of your GFs ! . I just melted on seeing the fbs !( especially shanvy & veda ‘s fbs ) I think its only SHE who consoles & brings you back to mood through your GF’s most loving & caring words !

You’ve rightly said

“ Even to tell her about the pain is in a way questioning Her judgment, when She herself has given that pain.

And that silently bearing the pain is the finest prayer and the greatest tribute to Her love.” –

Think of nothing else but Her love – you ‘ll remain peaceful forever ! “ ullaththile ulladhudhaan ulagam kanna - idhai
uNarndhukoNdaal thunbamellaam vilagum kanna “

Your poem is nice – reflecting your present state of mind . Enough , Sridhar – no more gloomy mood . I strongly second kamla’s opinion :’

The poem was beautiful, but, I want more cheer now?:)

” O.K ?
Still , I want to point out the lines I liked the most in your poem :

“Whether you make me or kill me
Whether you give me a boon or a curse
Or give me something far worse!
There is your love and what else? “

God bless you with a balanced & peaceful mind , Sridhar !
Love ,
Indhu.

dear sridhar sir,
glad to see that you are back after your brief sabbatical...
after all the warm, lovely replies here, i hardly have anything else left to say...
i just hope, that with the level of maturity and understanding that you have, that you do not let such things hurt you....
i guess we just have to take it as just one more event in the complex scheme of His, the reasons for which, may, someday, dawn on us...

i am sure He will grant you your prayer and shower you with His love...love and knowledge are the only thing which grow when shared, and i hope you receive many times the generous amounts of these which you share with us here...

as Kamla and Indhu maam have said, looking forward to more cheer in your coming posts... :)

Dear Janani,
Yes I am back after a break (of heart?, I don't know). Peaceful death is a blessing which is conferred but on very few. In Mahabaratha we hear of Bheeshmar having the boon of icha mrthyu. That is he can choose his moment of death.That's why he waits for the birth of Uttarayanam and in that period is lying in a bed of arrows.
But to die at the hands of God, well, that should be a great blessing, whether or not one is aware of that. What happened to Soorapadman? Though he was killed he is with Lord Muruga for all time to come.

Thanks for the fb. And thanks for the boni, Janani.
regards,

Originally Posted by Jananikrithsan

Dear Sridhar,
You are back after a break.Hurray to that!!! This is prayer unusual to die at her hands, her temple. But then blessed are those who go away like that in peace.I have heard that to die when you are sleeping or pass away peacefully is a blessing that she alone can bestow upon us.When you pray in eranest it is sure to heard, so this is pne such a plea to the almighty which will not go unnoticed. Ellarukum kidaikuma andha bagiyam is what Iam forced to think.Joining you with folded hands!!!

Dear Lalitha,
Thanks for the nice words of welcome and which makes me feel quite at home. I am happy to see that you like the poem. In fact the poem was inspired by you. The first few lines of the poem appeared in my reply to you, which I later made into a bigger poem. Whatever there is and there would be and there was, all are Her blessings.

When we are interacting with this world, we do get good doses of brickbats and boquets, when we just swell over boquets we should be able to take brickbats too.. I know this is very difficult to practice but being neutral always helps. Maybe she wants us to check ourselves so that we do not have an inflated balloon. Let us condsider this as her "Prasad" that we could undergo these experiences too in making us more stronger and definitely climbing one more step towards HER.

You are right, Lalitha. But unfortunately I have a very average emotional mind.As you rightly said my ego swells to Himalayan proportions on hearing words of praise and because of this it gets deeply hurt when well-aimed brickbats come to it from unsuspecting quarters. But, Lalitha, ego is one of the ingredients of worldly existence. Gita lists ego as a constituting element of a human being. As long as it is there it can't escape being hurt. That's ok, friend. This incident has taught me several things. Not to enter any other thread except to appreciate is the first lesson. The art of living encompasses living amongst brick bats. This is the second lesson.

Welcoming you back, once again dear !

Thanks a ton.

BTW: But dissappointed as I was expecting the mega serial.

Why should you be? The serial is going to come. In fact I have finished most of the ground work. Curtain-raiser is under consideration now. The outline has been drawn and I plan to start writing the first episode quite soon.
Stay tuned, Madam. I'll never disappoint you.
love,

Dear Brindha,
Feedback like what you have given is sure to boost my ego. And in this context it is a soothing balm.

Experiences in our life is directly proportional to the maturity gained ..Am i right sridhar..?

Right, Brindha. But after this the thing I have coined for my guidance (to paraphrase it in your own words)
Maturity gained has to be directly proportional to the experiences gained. Otherwise the experience gained has no practical value.
Once I worked for an old company where there were many oldtimers doing the same work, day in and day out. When one of them was interviewed by an outside consultant for a promotion, the employee boasted "I have 15 years of experience."
The consultant went over whatever work he did during those 15 years and told him,
"No sir, you're wrong. You don't have 15 years of experience.You have 1 year of experience repeated 15 times."

Life is one which keeps the test first and then teaches the lesson after .. :)

Well said, Brindha.

More over No man is perfect...And also its humane..to shrink down..when having a loss or a bad critisism... and be in cloud nine when we get appreciations and credits....

Defined that way I am the most imperfect man possible. Once when someone explained Gita to me and told about being like a stone during times of happiness and distress. He was so emphatic about our not being affected by joys and sorrows. I told him if that's the meaning given, then Gita is and will never be my cup of tea. What he was saying was insensitivity, a really-stone like quality, which would undo a few billion years of evolution from being a stone to a man. I want to go on record that I am happy when people praise me and would be deeply hurt, if I am criticised. There are some writer friends who argue that their work is independent of what the people think of it. But for me my work is what my readers think of it. So it hurts all the more.


prayer for love and not petition for relief.... Fabulous words...

And coming to the poem..
Very Very emotionally written....
The Pure love you have in her and your thirst for her love .is well portrayed in this Sridhar....

Even more blessed, My Lord, are your foes
Than your friends and devotees many!
For what greater blessing is there!
Than to be killed by your own hands!

So Poignant lines...How many of us atleast think once like this.... ??

Thanx Sridhar for a Fantabulous post again....
Let She and her Love be with you always.....

Thanks Brindha. Thanks a lot.
love,

Dear Devika,

More than you and others in IL missed me, I missed you all. I missed writing a new post once a week, at times even twice a week, and even more than that I missed reading your fb and responding to them.

At no point of time can we be even a millimetre away from Her feet. But we do not realise it all the time. In times like this, when our egoes are hit and our pride hurt, we become acutely aware of Her presence and then we get the required relief.

Your poem is excellent. Missed these wonderful words for three weeks and so glad that now we would have the pevilege to be treated to this bliss that comes from you.

Words like these are life-giving nectar to a person who has been wandering in a waterless desert for weeks.

Good to have you back Sir, And now awaiting your next one!!

Thanks, Devika, once again. My next work will be a serial story. Please stay tuned for the announcement and the curtain raiser.
love,

Dear Shanthi,
Thanks a lot for the welcome note.

You have not written like a fellow ILite, not even like a friend, but like a mother who advises her son when he complains of the class-bully.
Every word you have written here is so very important. No wonder Kamla quoted them in her reply. I even had an urge to nominate this reply for the FP; but had to restrain myself, because your advice is at a personal level and it concerns a bitter incident of the past. I do not want to draw attention to that.

The same thing has happened..and there is a kind of subdued inner turmoil all over IL though everything looks normal on the outside. The dominoes effect is felt and I am not going to say "NO".

I am even more pained to know this. Let me pray for the peace of all those who are involved and concerned.

I only remember Mahatma's words "Nobody can hurt me without my permission." . So may be somewhere, we have given them the permission to hurt by writing here.

There is a rule in the law of torts (remember that I am a half(baked) lawyer and the letters BGL sit behind my name) which says that your mere act of visiting a place where some dangerous sport is going on implies your tacit acceptance of the risks involved. I just have to console myself remembering this golden rule, which got me good marks in the final law examination about 24 years ago.

Life always is a great teacher. I learnt one more thing..and i use the quote of an anonymous person..rather than my own words..here...

“I've learned that no matter how good a friend someone is, they're going to hurt you every once in awhile and you must forgive them for that."

You are right once again. Life is a great teacher and when it teaches through pain and suffering the lessons are never ever forgotten. And you are right again about friends hurting. I just have to remind myself that I also might have hurt others. So I was just reaping what I had sown earlier.

And loved your poem...and for not to look repeating..this is what comes to my mind....by my favourite PApanasam sivan...

Veyil illayae nizhalin inbamum undoh...thuyyar illayae ayyanai ninaipaar undoh...

So may this is also to teach us something...

Glad to know that SHE has helped you a lot.....

Thanks for those kind words.

BTW..though you talk about SHE you have written about HE (just kidding..) HE/SHE they are the guiding force.

It is not by default, Shanthi, but by design. You cannot assign a gender to God in as much you cannot assign a name or form to him. But traditionally (read chauvinistically) we have always been thinking of God as HE. I wanted break that and hence used the feminine gender there.
When it comes to the poem I followed the path of Azhwars and Nayanmars who always think of themselves as women and God alone as man.
Once a great saint had come to the town where the Lady Saint Meera Bai was living.
Meera went to see the saint. The saint sent word to her that he cannot receive a woman in his camp. Whereupon Meera laughed aloud and told the messenger, "In Lord Krishna's presence, can there by any other man?" Meaning that he is the only man of whom all of us are the lovers.
And Nammazhwar concludes emphatically.
Aanallan Pennallan alla aliyum allan
Neither is God a man, nor a woman, or an eununch...

Thanks once again Shanthi for the wonderful fb which was like Soframycin to my wound.
love,