Tuesday, June 14, 2005
We were at the Grand Canyon for the Memorial Day weekend. And I am sure this will be the most memorable Memorial Day weekend of my life.
Grand Canyon is one of those extremely humbling experiences of my life. Gaping at the grand glory, I realised how 'Grand' aptly prefixes the canyon. We never will cease to marvel at nature's stoic manner of asserting its permanent presence against the passing human life. The Grand Canyon towered like an enigma - raising several questions in the mind, some of which were answered and many just left to time.
Our trip started with the beautiful five hour drive to the canyon with the snow-capped north rim greeting us on the way. After a restless wait at a winding line at the gate, we were there, at the Grand Canyon village. My first breathtaking view of the magnificent canyon was from the Yavapai point and then from the Mather point. We registered at the Yavapai Lodge within the Canyon Village. After a quick pizza snack, we set out for Hopi point to witness the sun set behind the canyon. It was spectacular. We got to take some great photographs of the view, some of which now adorn our living room. We had a decent dinner at the Yavapai cafe. All the while, I had no clue on how glorious the next dawn of my life was going to be. We had to wake up really early. But it was worth every wink of sleep that I lost.
The sun rising on the grand canyon and lighting up cliff after cliff is probably one of the most surreal experiences that I have ever had. I was so much in awe watching nature in all her ravishing beauty, spreading her golden radiance on the rocky canyon cliffs. The cliffs were in no hurry either. It was as though they were patiently awaiting their turn to be illuminated. There I was stuck by the spectacle in front of me, with the feeling that it was all being staged for me. The sun, the grand canyon and the morning mist were all trying to make me happy, they were all there just for me to savour, to drown me in peace and happiness. Nature's irresistible charm had just worked on me. I wanted to stay on, be another alluring cliff in the canyon and wait for the sun to light me up. Okay, I know that sounds a bit funny - anyways!
We had breakfast and spiritedly embarked on a short hike down the Bright Angel trail. Boy! what fun that was. We hiked down as we watched people with large hiking packs return from their trip. They had a sense of accomplishment largely writ on their faces - a feeling of having conquered the canyon.
After lunch at the cafe, we left for the Eastern rim. The best view of the canyon, in my opinion, is from the East Rim. While all the time I was not able to take the entire splendour in my eyes (the limitation of our senses, here), it was at the East Rim that I drank in, a relatively larger view of the grandeur. And that is where the Colorado river is seen in its winding beauty. More photographs, and we were on our way out of the Grand Canyon village. We were at the IMax that screens the Grand Canyon movie. That movie was the icing on my grand-canyon-trip cake. Do I appreciate nature's grandeur ? Or man's ability to present it in a scintillatingly realistic manner ? Oh! I was one with the canyon all through the movie. And I was so obsessed and lost in it that I left my handbag behind when we left the theater (we retrieved it later, dont worry!). Soon, we were homeward bound after the awesome weekend.
The last time that I felt my ego absolutely shattered by nature's overwhelming grandeur was at the Niagara Falls. It is water there, it is rocks here. There was a difference in my experience, though. I felt so excited at the Niagara Falls, while I felt so peaceful at the Grand Canyon. Maybe its the solemn elegance of the beckoning canyon versus the swift effervescence of the Niagara. Or maybe, its just time.
Posted by Bharani - 12:16 pm -
Thursday, June 02, 2005
Silent Music & Celebrative Dance
Music inspires, music invigorates, and music heals. But the deepest spiritual experience is the blissful silence that the self feels amidst those harmonious waves. And in that silence, the soul rejoices, dances and celebrates. Silent Music & Celebrative Dance
toucheth the chord
of inner meaning…
even windy chimes,
bestir in it
a celebrative being…
O God! I revel in
all that You make,
Yet, it is in the harmony
that my soul doth wake!
Posted by Bharani - 02:14 pm -
Monday, May 23, 2005
"Promise" poem by Sri Sri
This is a poetry by Sri Sri Ravishankarji - Art Of Living foundation.
If I had to promise you something, what would it be?
I can’t promise that you would always be comfortable…
Because comfort brings boredom and discomfort.
I can’t promise that all your desires will be fulfilled…
Because desires whether fulfilled or unfulfilled bring frustration.
I can’t promise that there will always be good times…
Because it is the tough times that make us appreciate joy.
I can’t promise that you will be rich or famous or powerful…
Because they can all be pathways to misery.
I can’t promise that we will always be together…
Because it is separation that makes togetherness so wonderful...
Yet if you are willing to walk with me,
If you are willing to value love over everything else,
I promise that this will be the most rich and fulfilling life possible.
I promise your life will be an eternal celebration.
From - http://bookstore.artofliving.org. Thanks.
Posted by Bharani - 02:59 pm -
Saturday, May 21, 2005
Jamba Juice is a popular fresh juices shop out here. Today was my first time at Jamba Juice. I was amazed by the variety of fruit cocktails they serve over there. Especially the names of the 'EnLightened Smoothies'. They were - 'Strawberry Nirvana', 'Mango Mantra', 'Berry Fulfilling' and 'Tropical Awakening'. And the description of these drinks ran like these - 'a heavenly mix of..', 'a mind-opening medley of..' and 'a harmonious whirl of..' among others. But the one that led the lot was 'a Zen blend of passion fruit, oj,....'. Now, that was really really interesting.
Talking about fruit juices, I was a big fan of Fruit Shop on Greams Road back home. I can never ever forget the mango juice; the pure mango pulp sans ice and sugar. A nice long sip of it with my eyes closed - the pure taste of mangoes was a taste of heaven itself - almost a glimpse into the soul.
Posted by Bharani - 05:40 pm -
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
At the Threshold and Beyond
At the Threshold and Beyond
The trumphets loud ,
Veiling the mind,
A drooping semblance,
buried in heavy apparel
she makes her
The heart clings
to relationships that are
The heart longs
for the relationship to be
Between this longing
A new dimension to the Love
that already is,
Then they are
man and wife;
The days of ceremony
having rolled by fast,
All by themselves
to lead their life
To share and care
through life's turns;
To make a future
brighter than the past.
Posted by Bharani - 06:12 pm -
Saturday, May 14, 2005
Everytime I think I have understood what death is all about, he strikes right on, blows me down, makes me gasp for breath and forces me down to my knees and stays on until I let go and say - 'All right, you've won again'. All the Gita and Upanishads in this world seem to lend no help when he decides to strike on the bull. He catches you unawares, tramples all of the hope that is left, and nails you down. The damage at the end of it is devastating. And if time heals, why does it stop now. When the sheer reality of death and its morbid consequences dawn, time seems to stop. Just when the coast appears to be clear, death storms in all its power and regality. Yes, in his own way, the great leveller is regal, sparing no one. But he never gives me a chance to understand what he really is, and remains one more of the several mystifying mysteries. Peace.
Posted by Bharani - 05:54 pm -
Friday, April 29, 2005
Well...am back again..and am sure all of you who read my blog are bored big time by this statement of mine. I know I just disappear for quite sometime and then make a comeback (if you can call it that). Ok, that apart, a lot has been happening over the past month, but then I'll be writing about Chandramukhi in this post.
Brrrr...I am still shivering after watching that movie. I have never had a penchant for horror movies. And I dint know that this one would be scary either. Had I known, I would have never watched it on full screen. I have always been a sucker for breezy romance and emotional tableaus over horrors and thrillers. So going by my standards, this one was pretty scary. I know many of you would have laughed through the movie. But I have this tendency of getting deeply engrossed with what happens on the big screen and end up laughing and crying with those imaginary characters. Needless to say, during 'Chandramukhi', I ended up hiding my eyes every now and then from "scary" Jo's eyes.
Well, since Chandramukhi, I've been wondering why my mind gets so scared and hallucinates long after the movie is over. I am ordinarily afraid of the dark and no amount of persuasion can make me stay alone after watching a horror movie. I remember my childhood days when I would watch a horror movie with a cushion in front of my face, vieling and unvieling it suitably as and when the 'devil' strikes. And now, even a sudden increase in the hum of the airconditioner scares the hell out of me.
I am not scared of roller coaster rides. I am not scared of cockroaches. I am not scared of brinjal and bitter gourd. I am not scared of my erstwhile Maths teacher. I am not scared of fire and water. But I am dead scared of 'non-existent' spirits. Any help ?
Posted by Bharani - 04:05 pm -
Thursday, February 03, 2005
Two of my poems have been published in the February edition of Serenelight Inc.
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to view the poems at Serenelight.
Serenelight.Org is a non-profit organization networking women across the globe. Their support services include New Friends - Assistance for immigrant women, Programs in rural areas, workshops, etc.
And their site hosts this beautiful motto - May the light we share
With Kindness, Compassion and Care
Brighten our Life's journeys
With Hope ,Love and Serenity
Posted by Bharani - 09:35 pm -
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
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Monday, January 10, 2005
We have grown up hearing the puranas on how evil forces troubled the non-violent, pure, gentle forces - how the asuras troubled the devas. We never imagined that this era would also witness history repeating itself. Do we need a hundred policemen inside a Mutt to arrest a righteous Saadhu ?
It is said in the holy text of Thirupaavai that when Mutt heads are ruffled, the sea will rise in protest. How else would you explain a tsunami which is otherwise unheard of in this part of the globe ?
Truth will prevail. Sathyameva Jayathe.
God bless us all and lead us from ignorance to knowledge.
Posted by Bharani - 06:31 pm -