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CONNECTION STRINGS

“For all of us there is a home in the cosmos – The Thought Universe.

The rent we need to pay is only enrichment of our thoughts and connections.”

 

We fall down from the infinite meadows of heaven as a potential contributor to the life on the earth. Slowly as we settle down, the complexities of life prepare us for a steady expansion to be more existential and meaningful in our living.

The myth says, “We are born empty, we shall leave empty.”

Yes, we all agree to the popular myth without any difference of opinions. But the universe is formed of numerous galaxies; countless dazzling stars, revolving planets that really care for us. With their own delicate hands, billions of stars from deep blue sky weave for us beautiful connection strings invisible to our eyes. The attached strings float down from the vast cosmos to the mind of each individual being on the earth. As we begin to explore our living on the earth the connection strings as the invisible angels administer our further footsteps.

These fascinating celestial beings of the infinite blue heaven are the procreators of human life as they enhance and endow the innate mental and psychic powers within us.

Human mind is connected to the universal mind of the divine cosmos. The invisible strings are the connectors of divine prowess to the accommodating dust linking us to the all-pervading cosmological plane. The universal mind is a big vast ocean which needs to be churned to awaken the concealed strength and develop our higher knowledge.

The universal mind interlinks all the human minds together to form a wonderful worldwide web that is in constant interaction with each other through contagious thoughts, close communication, physical contact, and mental interaction.

In the infinite sea of immense mysteries and knowledge, the thoughts are passed on from neuron filled mind to another mind combining together to be a component of the gargantuan hologram. As the flowing thoughts pass on from one edge to another edge of the shore, minds blend together to combine, heart connect with hearts, beautiful network of relations are formed, the cosmos creates a unique web design on the earth joining minds and souls.

This cosmic design when looked down from blue heights is in the pattern of an interwoven web resembling a spider’s home.

All living beings on the earth irrespective of their origin, class, creed, language sum up to be a part of the world web tangled with each other; inseparable and merged to be an equivalent owner of the galactic formation. The human mind linked to the universal mind has a free access to endless sea of knowledge, unlimited potential to accomplish any task, pure creativity that absorbs the human mind in the absolute creation, as we are deeply submerged into the web of universal connection for infinity we evolve as a most potent energy wave causing sparkled ripples in the universe.

We have a brilliant opportunity to transform, change, mold a piece of the universe in our own sculpture, craft our unique design on the infinite canvas, hold our thoughts in the ocean of universal consciousness, find ourselves as a small powerful atom in the infinite dark blue space.

I want to continue to be that strong connection, to breathe as that small atom of the colossal making a remarkable difference engraving my own proud emblem on the crest of the immortal universe.

Amore Infinito

“I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out.”

- Elizabeth Barrett Browning

 

Indeed, destiny had planned to bless me with fortunate luck!  I was introduced to a different life when I meet you, colorful seasons, smile without reasons, confession tears, angry moments all these memories are wrapped as most treasured possession.

The valued prize I received from you is the soundtrack of that innocent laughter in mind which even today seduces me from within and pulls my soul to you. I realized that moment, beyond looks, etiquettes, class, designation, riches there is something more refined and precious to cherish. I felt something intensely missing as it was all that is required to fill us with each other.

No matter what the distance lies between us as you see we are still living under the same cerulean sky. Never shall I say it is a waiting time away from each other but a wonderful growing phase imagining you by my side all the time. Even at times when I am alone, all of the sudden you appear in form of a wind blush, music of waves, garland of raindrops or delicate kiss of a small child, as if refusing to partake your role in my life.

Imagination has no reins; I explore you day and night in various forms to appease myself. The curiosity to continue exploring you piques me sometimes as I fantasize covertly.

So beautiful, I never felt the water droplets bathe the petals, the majesty of night sky rolling his chariot in the dark heavens pompously flirting with every bright star. The real secret is every star believes his word since ages waiting in the sky forever.

As I drink with utmost passion the serene sky, rustling winds, majestic waves, blossoming earth feel much empowered. The purity of natural beauty instigates me to lean over you and know the bountiful embrace of love. Like the way the sun absorbs itself deep inside the earth’s soul to enrich her femininity.  I have a desire to absorb the Amore Infinito buried in the garden of your heart and water it every day. From that moment, within me will grow an inseparable part of you forever.

The quest begins in me to consume the infinite love bequeathed in your heart so that it connects me with you forever till farewell and beyond…

Amen! To Your Every Desire

“You are what your deep, driving desire is,

As your desire is, so is your will,

As your will is, so is your deed,

As your deed is, so is your destiny.”

The day was like any other days, I had no slightest idea of what would make this day of my life so momentous.

In a megalopolis like Mumbai, city of dream, every eyes dream with their open lid. It was 5.20pm the long day of my office got over, smile on my face with executed eyes, and it was Friday evening. My feet got wheel to rush to the station. As per the displayed timetable the train arrived at 5.32pm.

In the train, comfort was waiting for me; i got the window seat, as the earlier passenger, a college girl who had got engrossed into her own sphere of music left the seat to get down at Kanjurmarg station.

The sight of the running train with window seat and a fusion of mp3 songs would be a sumptuous treat to my eyes and ears. A relaxing journey waited to take me back home. As I searched for the earphone in my bag, a sudden knock of my attention, I heard a familiar sound. I knew the sound; it would still frighten me at times. The same reaction was prevalent on the faces of kids and college girls who started clinching to each other.

The sound was of a clap; a much known clap to all of us we hear at the busy traffic signals, corners of streets, festive celebration of child birth, harassing and fighting with the shop owners for tips.

The same voice echoed in my ears now. I was in double minds to listen to music or to hear their senseless commentary and smile. I preferred the latter choice.

As the sound of clap became more perceptible, I knew the eunuch was approaching toward my coach. The laughing coach fell in silence, ladies now started whisperings of their unending conversation, babies clinched to their mothers, some college girls plucked the earphones in their ears and closed eyes to avoid the entire situation while rest ignored.

There the much awaited fear was in our coach. A slim figure, tall height, draped in pink kurta embodied golden lace border and white salwar stood before all of us, showing bright white teeth. What attracted our attention was dark red lipstick applied on the lips, long ear dangles moving like a pendulum and black hair till shoulders.

Astonish! I admire their guts to create and follow their own fashion statement. While we keep on googling and gossiping to check best brand, top color, best outfit, matching handbags, trendy watches, and party wear style. Clicking our own selfies and sending on WhatsApp to take our gals and pals opinion and then again change our attire, the cycle continues till we are fed up and quit saying, “Who cares, if people want let them be impressed by me and not by my attire.” Then why the entire fuss in the first place itself?

Here we have a community who is least bothered by our talks, gossips, fashion magazines, living on self-terms and as liked by own self is their crystal-clear mantra.

As the eunuch stood before all of us we felt like a fleet of cowards. Suddenly, the clapping started before each of us, yes, the bubbly college girls, our aunties with big bazaar bags, working ladies with purses and tiffin bags, some metro corporate girls busy with gadgets and quiet ladies draped in burqa ministering their small boys and girls.

The eunuch had a very friendly tone which was a real comfort for all of us. The voice was ringing in our ears,

“Give money, sisters and mothers.”

The hand was approaching each of the passengers seated in the coach. We all looked at the asking figure before us. Some obeyed placing one rupee coin or five rupee coin in the asking hands while some neglected deliberately.

The eunuch exclaimed, “Oh mothers and sisters, give me some money, I want to do a beautiful haircut, please give.”

Hearing this line said by the eunuch all the passengers in the coach started laughing, teasing the eunuch.

“Hairstyle, great, which style ha?”

“Hairstyle from which parlor, let us also come to see”

“You also do haaaiiirrrrrr….dooooooo”, a working lady said in her cult accent.

The poor eunuch was smilingly and smilingly suppressing the gulp of self-embarrassment.

The eunuch pointed a finger to a college girl seated in another corner of the coach and said, “I want to do this type of haircut.”

Entire coach rolled into a wild laughter as if there was a clown performing some feats. The ladies started some sarcastic remarks and started throwing questions at the eunuch.

From a feared position now the eunuch was a joke of the town. A joke laughed by the crowd in the coach.

I felt a deep introspection within me. Some questions headed in my thoughts, some feelings provoked in my heart.

 

(‘Who am I in this universe? What right do I have to analyze anyone else?

Why cannot a eunuch have a desire? Are desires limited to only male and females? Is it is a sin to have a desire? Can every one speak out their desire in public and gain respect? Was the honesty of the eunuch not worth appreciating?

Why can we not move ahead and accept the human soul only on basis of integrity and love? Are we still limited to the old definitions of society? Can we not look for a change, a transformation of old guarded rules of society into new dwelling place of equality and harmony?’)

The eunuch was counting the coins in her hand, as if checking the amount needed for her desire.

I do not know an inner force pushed me to walk up to the eunuch. I stood straight looking in the ashamed eyes and said the price for your haircut will be around two hundred rupees excluding your daily living tips.

I opened up my wallet and placed two notes of hundred rupees in the asking hand and said, “Live your desire, have your haircut.”

That moment and never again will I be afraid of the eunuch community.

I still remember the broad smile she offered me, the tears that moisted her eyes, and the unsaid thanks that her lips said to me.

There was a silence in the coach, eyes upon me and the eunuch. My heart pounced with joy. I was the star in their eyes not for offering some extra money but for understanding feelings a human desire.

I did not get any public applause or comments but I gained satisfaction deep down in my soul and heart.

Yes, I understood feelings and emotions of a God send creature on this earth; I connected with those feelings and achieved satisfaction. This was enough reward for me.

Even today, whenever I board the same last ladies coach from Vikhroli railway platform at 5:32pm, I met the same face again but with a different hairstyle, a different expression, a beautiful courage.

Never again the eunuch approached me for tips anymore. May be it is a sign of obligation or thankfulness or what I do not know. But here I am, seated in my favorite window side corner waiting to hear out desires from every corner of the universe.

Speak to me, if you want.

I can only say, “AMEN! To Your Every Desire.”

 

- Harshada Pathare

(Real life experience)

Place: Vikhroli Station.

URL: http://www.harshadapathare.com