The auditorium reverberated, excitement filled the air, and energy was not just seen and heard but felt in every corner of the hall. Over 1,300 of us were on our feet, jumping, dancing, screaming, squealing in ecstasy, joy, bliss and happiness. Young and old alike, from a three-month-old baby, to toddlers, to 75- and 80-year-olds, all celebrating in their own way, clapping, waving, dancing, drumming and whistling. A congregation of people from across the world, welcoming our annual residential retreat, Entrainment 25. It was a sight to behold as the auditorium roared in welcome for the one, our Guru Mahatria! Entrainment, a blend of Entertainment and Enlightenment, is the celebration of the birth of the name ‘Infinitheism’, the spiritual movement founded by my Guru Mahatria. Infinitheism is derived from - ‘Ism’ a group of people sharing one common belief. ‘Theism’ a group of people who believe in the existence of God. ‘Infinitheism’ a group of people who h...
It was a holiday, and the day started lazily. The harsh summer heat was toned down by a sudden morning shower. The weather also seemed to play along with my leisure mood, bringing its cool and pleasant face, a rarity in May. My kitchen, usually a hot furnace, seemed cool and welcoming today. It put me in a perfect mood, and I set out to cook something special. Pav Bhaji, a street food from the financial capital of India, Mumbai, consists of thick vegetable gravy (Bhaji) served with a soft bread roll (Pav). I started the cooking process of the Bhaji. On the stove went in a pressure cooker with vegetables and a Kadai with onion and spices. The aroma of the spices filled the house. I kept adding one ingredient after the other in the kadai, watching the pressure cooker for any sign of pressure release. It seemed to take forever. It was stubborn and showed no sign of whistling, even under maximum heat. It got me thinking that no matter what we do, every dish has a cooking time t...
How does knocking off fear look like? Scary, Eerie & Disturbing, Trembling legs, sweaty palms, Palpitating heart and an over alert mind. The voice inside screaming, Don’t do, Don’t go for it, Don’t even think it! And beneath all this, Lies tucked in safely, Growing in our reluctance, Creeping inch by inch, Taking control because of our lack of control, Is this feeling called FEAR. Imagine this, Like a to be wedded bride, stood I, Like a strong and powerful groom, stood fear, Shy was I, Arrogant was fear, How is this journey going to be? Like the race between the rabbit and tortoise? Or like the story of the fox and the grapes? Who is to say? I know you are inquisitive to know, What happened to the bride and the groom? Did they embrace and live fearfully ever after? Did they fight and separate never to see, ever after? Or like the yesteryears Hindi movies, Is there a prince or a hero coming to rescue? So, how do you think knocking off my fears looked like? A hero saving t...
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