I Was Hurt! I Am Fine!

Dear Aruna,
Actually I did not disappear. Sriniketan, Lalitha and later Kamla were (and still are) discussing the paasurams of Thirupaanazhwar in the Perfect Ending thread. We have covered up to 5 paasurams.
But, yes, I was way from the main hall of IL for a while. You know at times when we attend a wedding function, somebody might tell something, or do something that'd upset us. Not that we don't want to walk out. We take refuge in the small storeroom at the corner of the Mandapam and talk about something else with our friends. After a while when the wounds are healed you come back with renewed vigour to dance in the main hall.
I have had my share of hurts, my due share of stay in the storeroom and I have now come to dance with others.
Thanks a lot Aruna for the nice words you have about the poem.
regards,

Originally Posted by Arunarc

Dear Varalotti
I was just wondering where did you disapppear for a long time did not see any new posts from your side.
Nice to see you back with a beautiful poem for us all,
What is better then getting ourselve crushed at the feet of the Lord.
Very beautiful wording...............so from story writter you have switched to become a poet
Beautiful one with nice wordings

Dear Mythili,
My friend, you have the liberty of even telling me on my face that what I did was wrong. How am I ever going to thank you about all those kind epithets you used to describe me! I am sure my wife did not read your post in detail. For if she had done, this would have become the thread of controversy, the eye of a storm. I am sure she might take objection to all the words, you used, matured,caring and loving. Honestly Mythili, I want to be like that someday. May be when I touch 70 I'd be like that. ha ha ha

About the poem,after reading the poem only I told you ,how can a person who thinks so clearly and who loves everyone so much that you would not mind being crushed by their feet,provided they approach God with love,be touched by anything that is remotely negative.

You know in Madurai we call this nethi adi. Such a direct question. I was shaken for a while and did not know what to say. They say no person remains the same all the time. The speed with which I change is quite phenomenal. Yes when I was hurt I was in a different mood. And when I wrote the poem the pendulum had swung to the other extreme.

Before I was hurt I was like a warrior wielding a lethal weapon and fighting a war. I had all the arrogance of a warrior, a king. At that time you think you are God.
But then when you are hurt in the battle, and lose all interest in fighting, and when you are taken to the camp, and there when you are drugged to sleep and God appears in your dream. What will you do?What could I have done? Do you think I would have made a clarion call to my soldiers? Not at all. I was speechless, breathless shedding tears of remorse. And God was just seeing me. The poem was born in that moment.

But I should admit that you made a very pointed, pertinent question. I am young enough to be your son. But your question reminded me of my daughter who'd now and then seal my lips with her questions.
Thanks, Mythili.

God bless you sridhar.

Thanks and you too join HER.
love,

Originally Posted by mithila kannan

Dear sridhar,
So happy that you are back.To cheer us up and to enlighten us also.Please do allow me the libiberty of telling you that you,such a matured,caring and loving person can not and should not be hurt at all.
About the poem,after reading the poem only I told you ,how can a person who thinks so clearly and who loves everyone so much that you would not mind being crushed by their feet,provided they approach God with love,be touched by anything that is remotely negative.God bless you sridhar.
Regards
mythili

Dear Usha,
Your tag line about reputation and honour also contains a poignant message. Yes, I do remember Buddha's story.
But again as you said, I think every small experience, every joy, every hurt, insult or injury is a part of a major Universal Conspiracy to ensure our spiritual growth. Our tunnel vision is confined to the particular hurt or sorrow, where as the Universal vision which and which alone knows the overall picture. sees the hidden poem in it.
Thanks a lot, Usha.
There is a difference between fb in this thread and other threads of mine. In other threads a fb is to just compliment my writings; but here a fb is the virtual equivalent of applying an ointment on my wound. So thanks as a word does not come near expressing my feelings.
love,

Originally Posted by sundarusha

Dear Sridhar

nice to see you back to give us a beautiful poem. Glad to know you found healing at Her Lotus feet.

I am reminded of Buddha's words to his disciple. If someone gives us a present and we do not accept it, it stays with them, right? Same way we deal with any opinions or sentiments that might hurt us.

Anyway, it was Her way of seeing this poem from you!

Dear Varalotti Sir,

Though Hiranyakasipu was killed by the Divine hands, he did not have LOVE or Devotion for God. How can Lord reside in such a loveless heart?

To be more technical - Lord did not take Hiranyakasipu on His laps, He kept him on the Door step. Lord used His lifeless nails to tear him apart. Whereas our Prahalada was pulled out from death by the Divine hands at various occasions. Please don't ever aspire for such a kind of death. I am not contradicting your thoughts but your thoughts made me to realize the underlying truth.

Prayer is for mind as food is for the body. So our prayers should be filled with only good and positive thoughts. Not even about death. If we really want our death to be glorious we should see good, do good and be good. It will be taken care of by God ultimately.

The mere feeling that God is above us, below us and around us will alone elevate us in our lives. The love of God will dispel the ignorance and conceit of man as the sun dispels the morning mist. The heart is the seat of love. That love must express itself, to begin with, in the home. From there, it must extend to one's village or town, to one's state, nation and ultimately to the whole world.

So, when you feel hurt, the God in you feels hurt. Cheer up Sir, Do you want your God to feel hurt? Make Him happy, cheer up yourself. Everything will be taken care off by Him.

Sridhar,
Glad to read that you had been out of your shell and also happy to read that SHE has helped you come out of this situation...successfully..
SHE is there to help us all the time...

I had to disagree with your thoughts..(maybe I am not matured enough to think of in that line)..
I had to agree what gayu and Vanaja says....we can be with HER always in many ways, not only through 'Hiranyakasipu', Kamsan and Ravanan' ways...I raised this question in one of my threads..'3 or 7...referring to what did Jaya and Vijaya chose to be bad guys than take pious births...

sriniketan

Dear Sridhar,

Glad to see you back.......with a bang! And fine also!
I don't want to add anything more, everyone has said it all! So just welcome back and WAITING FOR THE LOVE STORY! Waiting for more fun and heartbreaks!( after all doesn't Love and such stories always end in tragedies, for them to be FELT MORE!) In fact that is exactly what you went thru.....or your SHE put you through.....a Love and A heartbreak....( anything too much is not good, we have to be brought back to earth with a thud isn't it true always!) and see now you are FINE and all set for a Love story Again! ha ha.....
So another reason to celebrate...... we are all anyway Toasting in another thread for no Reason.....so .....

Dear Veda Vyasan,

Shanthi and you have, with your kind words, have applied a soothing balm in the area of pain.

There is no question of age and experience here. If I commit a mistake my daughter will be the first to point out. Fortunately those errors happen more often in driving than in living. And you or Shanthi or any ILite who has read my post has the right to advise, criticise or praise or appreciate.

I will just tell you my journey in IL. When I joined the site in June 2005 there were less than a hundred members there. I was the first ILite to be given a forum here (of course the first one to win a prize too; but for me a place in your hearts is a more precious prize). What return gift could I make to the site and to Malathy? It was just a resolution.
I vowed that I would give whatever I have in terms of writing skills to IL. And secondly I made IL my clean arena. I belong to one of the world's most materialistic professions. I am known for my killer strategy and the way I demand my fees. Well, that's the world. Nai vesham potta kurachi thaane aahanum?
I took a vow I would be a totally different person in IL. I will never show even a trace of what I do in my profession.
But then I was a fool. I naively thought that when I am like that I would get the same treatment from all the ILites. Well I get from almost all of them. Exceptions hurt. But in hindsight I feel the whole thing happened because of my Aarva Kolaru and have sought pardon from God.

Thanks for the kind words, Veda Vyasan, once again. Never hesitate. If you think I am wrong just pull me up. You have the right to do that, if not for anything else, just for your name.

And thanks for the nice words you have about my poem.
love,

Dear Gayu,

One of the nicest feelings a person can have is knowing that he or she is missed by somebody. When you say that you looked for my stories, I had that feeling. thanks a lot. And thanks to your good wishes I have bounced back. And soon will come with one mega serial for you all.

You are the first to raise the point of difference. I appreciate your candour and more than that I am moved by the way you have very softly and decently worded the difference of opinion. It is so nice that for a moment I was tempted to respond, "Oh Gayu, you feel like that. Then let it me. I withdraw my statement."

Do you think that God loved Prahalada and hated Hiranyan? Can the Great God, who is nothing but love, the Karuna Moorthy hate any one? God is Love and Love is God. Is it possible even for a milligram of hatred to exist in Him? No. It cant be.
Let's suppose a mother has two boys. One is good, obedient, home-loving, studious and all. The other loafs around has all the vices and a constant eye-sore to the family. Whom do you think the mother will love more? She'd love them equally. And will demonstrate her love strongly towards the wayward son. The good son will understand his mother's love even without much demonstration. The bad one would realise that only when the mother hugs him and shows her love in easily understandable ways.
Gayu, I am not prescribing the path of Hiranya. It's a poem. The poet is desperate to see God. He knows for sure that he is not good enough as Prahlad to make the God appear for him. He longs to see God and God is not there. He looks around.Sees Hiranya. Evan assuming that we agree Hiranya is not more blessed than Prahlad, is he not blessed than the person who wrote the poem?
The poet who was praying to him never got to see Him. But Hiranya not only got to see him coming out of a pillar in his palace but also had the greatest blessing of being killed by the Lord Himself. Whatever may be his mind, intention and all, the moment he saw Narasinga, the dear azhakiya singar, all his sins would have been burnt to ashes. When the Lord touched him albeit to kill, he would have become the most blessed soul on earth. And when the Lord actually killed him, well it is a billion times better than staying in the Heavenly abode.
More of the arguments in responses to the other two ladies Sriniketan and Vanaja who have raised the same issue.
love,

Originally Posted by gayu_r

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 Kamla,
To be welcomed by people like you, to be greeted with such posts...- I would love to be hurt many times to bathe in such kind of love. Sadness might not make oneself sharp but definitely adds to one's depth. And you'll know about that addition only when you face happiness again.
After the hurt incident when I see positive encouraging responses from ILites, I am far more happier than what would I have been had the incident not happened at all.
Now only I remember the words of the Lebanese mystic, Gibran, who said, 'The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain."

Now that you have ordered me to cheer up and my wife endorsing the same has added teeth to that order, do I have an option?

You are right about the aptness of Shanvy's words. To sum up the past incident: Hurt, lesson learnt, love enjoyed, incident forgotten.
Thanks for being there for me.
love,

Originally Posted by Kamla

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

Now BF,

What's going on? I thought you & Mrs.Varlottiji must be honeymooning away in the Swiss Alps.

Hope you are fine now. To come out of a hurtful situation & compose a poem straight from the heart is possible only with HER grace & mercy. You are lucky BF.

Forget us, SHE is your true GF. See how she made you come out of your self-imposed exile.

As Chithraji once told me, people hurt us in thought deed & action. Leave everything to HER & see the peace you get. Since you follow the same school of thought BF, I hope & pray things go well for you from now on....

Marketing tricks? Yes BF, you drew us to read something very relevant to our day to day lives without giving it a religious twist and have also shown us how HER blessings can help us tide over the worst of situations.

Thanks for your blessings BF. I pray SHE be your guardian angel for ever more.

Regards,

Corallux