Weaving.

Long ago, in the verdant kingdom of Kalidwan, there ruled a mighty and proud king named Bangushwar Raja. He was a fierce warrior, a master of tactics, and had never known defeat in battle. But his pride was his greatest flaw. He looked down upon women, considering them too delicate and unworthy of positions of power.

One day, while hunting in the sacred forest of Devtaru, Bangushwar accidentally trespassed into the grove of Devi Pramana, a powerful forest goddess known to protect the balance of nature and the feminine spirit. Enraged by his arrogance and disrespect, Devi Pramana appeared before him in a blaze of light.

"You walk with the strength of kings," she said, "but your heart holds no room for understanding. You mock the very force that gave you birth. As punishment, you shall live the life of that which you disdain. You shall become a woman — and not as a queen in a palace, but as a commoner, starting anew."

And with that, Bangushwar was transformed into a young woman named Bhanu, cast far from her kingdom and memory, reborn as a weaver's daughter in a modest village.

At first, Bhanu was angry and ashamed. She struggled with her new life — the restrictions, the dismissals, the quiet expectations. But as time passed, she began to see a different strength: the resilience of mothers, the intelligence of women in the market, the quiet leadership of village matriarchs, and the silent power of those who nurtured and healed.

Bhanu began weaving, not just clothes, but stories and influence. She became a voice for women, a quiet revolutionary who uplifted her entire village. She remembered flashes of her past life as a king, and gradually realized who she had once been. But the pride and anger that had ruled her as Bangushwar faded, replaced by wisdom, compassion, and clarity.

After many years, Devi Pramana appeared again. "Your lesson is complete. You may return to your form and throne, if you wish."

But Bhanu replied calmly, “I have lived the life of a king and of a woman. But in this form, I have become more than I ever was before. Let me remain who I am now.”

The goddess smiled. "Then you are no longer cursed, but blessed."

And so, Bhanu lived on, no longer a king, but a leader nonetheless — revered as a sage, a voice of both strength and grace, and a legend whispered for generations.

Bhanu’s days in the village of Thamaldeep were filled with color and rhythm. From dawn, she worked at her loom, weaving cloth more beautiful than any had ever seen — not because of rare threads or royal dyes, but because every pattern told a story. Stories of struggle, of healing, of silent strength. Women from far villages came to her not just for cloth, but for counsel.

For the first time in all her lives, Bhanu felt truly seen — not for her crown, not for her power, but for her soul. Children laughed around her doorstep. Widows who were once silenced found their voices in her gatherings. Men too began to learn gentleness from her teachings. She was no longer a king commanding from above — she was woven into the very fabric of her community.

But what made her most happy was the freedom of spirit she found in womanhood. As Bangushwar, her life had been glory and conquest — a world of masks and competition. As Bhanu, she discovered a life of connection, creation, and inner peace.

One night, while sitting under the moon with her closest companions — a herbalist named Ganga, an old teacher named Vaidya, and a quiet flute-maker named Omkar — Bhanu said:

"As Bangushwar, I thought power was to conquer. But now I know, true power is to nurture and transform. In this body, I have become more myself than I ever was in a palace."

In time, Bhanu began teaching young girls and boys alike — not just how to weave, but how to listen, heal, and lead with empathy. A small temple was built in her name — not as a goddess, but as a symbol of rebirth and choice.

Years later, when she passed peacefully beneath the same tree where she once remembered her past, the people of Thamaldeep didn’t mourn with despair. They celebrated her life with music, color, and a new custom: each child would be gifted a small loom, so they too could “weave their story into the world.”

And they whispered, through generations:

“Bhanu was once a king, proud and strong. But she became a woman — and chose it — not as punishment, but as the greatest gift of all.

Vulnarable.

 Story.

My son Andrew will never get married. He won’t have children. He won’t drive a car or experience many of the milestones we take for granted.

But he is happy. And he is healthy.

And to me, that’s everything.

When a stranger gives him a smile, it lights up my entire day.

When a girl glances at him kindly, joy rushes through his whole body like a wave of sunshine.

It doesn’t take much to be deeply, profoundly human.

Let me tell you a story.

At a party held at a school for children with special needs, one father stood up to speak.

What he said stayed with everyone who heard it.

After thanking the staff who worked with such devotion, he paused and shared a reflection:

“When nothing disturbs the balance of nature, the natural order reveals itself in perfect harmony.”

Then his voice began to tremble.

“But my son Herbert doesn’t learn like other children. He doesn’t understand like they do.

So tell me… where is the natural order in his life?”

The room fell completely silent.

Then he continued:

“I believe that when a child like Herbert is born—with a physical or cognitive disability—the world is given a rare and sacred opportunity:

To reveal the very core of the human spirit.

And that spirit is revealed not through perfection—but in how we treat those who need us most.”

He shared a moment he would never forget:

One afternoon, he and Herbert were walking past a field where some boys were playing soccer.

Herbert looked longingly at them and asked:

“Dad… do you think they’ll let me play?”

The father’s heart sank. He knew the answer was likely no.

But he also knew—if they said yes—it could give his son something far more valuable than a goal: a sense of belonging.

So he gently approached one of the boys and asked:

“Would it be okay if Herbert joined the game?”

The boy looked over at his teammates, hesitated, then smiled:

“We’re losing 3–0 and there’s ten minutes left… Sure. Let him take a penalty.”

Herbert lit up.

He ran to the bench, put on a jersey that nearly swallowed him whole, and beamed with pride. His father stood at the sidelines, tears in his eyes.

He didn’t play much. He just stood nearby, watching. But something in the boys shifted.

They began to see him—not as a distraction, but as one of them.

And then, in the final minute, a miracle happened.

Herbert’s team was awarded a penalty kick.

The same boy turned to the father and gave a knowing nod:

“It’s his shot.”

Herbert walked slowly to the ball, nervous but radiant.

The goalkeeper caught on. He made a show of diving to the side, giving the boy a clear shot.

Herbert nudged the ball gently forward.

It rolled across the goal line.

Goal.

The boys erupted in cheers. They hoisted Herbert into the air like he’d won the World Cup.

They didn’t just let him play.

They let him belong.

The father closed his speech with tears falling freely:

“That day, a group of boys made a decision… not to win, but to be human.

To show the world what kindness, dignity, and love really look like.”

Herbert passed away that winter.

He never saw another summer.

But he never forgot the day he was a hero.

And his father never forgot the night he came home, telling the story as his wife held Herbert close, weeping—not from sorrow, but from joy.

A final thought:

Every day, we scroll past distractions—memes, jokes, quick laughs.

But when something truly meaningful crosses our path, we hesitate.

We wonder: Who would understand this?

Who should I send this to?

If someone sent you this story, it’s because they believe you’re one of those people.

That you see the heart in others.

That you understand what really matters.

Because each day, the world gives us countless chances to choose decency over indifference.

As one wise man said:

“A society is judged by how it treats its most vulnerable.”

Sorcery.

Shashi Tharoor’s letter to PM Modi after he was invited to lead an all-party delegation as part of India’s diplomatic outreach following Operation Sindoor:

Dear Prime Minister,

In reciprocation to your recent epistolary overture, I am impelled, indeed epistemologically coerced into articulating my gratitude via a prolix palimpsest of sesquipedalian syntax, lest a pedestrian expression be deemed a lexical misdemeanor unbecoming of this magnanimous interlude.

The conspicuous concatenation of your executive discretion with my rhetorical propensities precipitates an ontological juxtaposition that, while perplexing to the cynically disenchanted, is axiomatic to the Platonic ideal of governance transcending ideological parallax.

Your solicitation of my dialectical faculties to represent India’s post-kinetic strategic imperatives on multilateral podiums is not merely an act of bipartisan politesse. It's a semiotic calibration in favour of para-institutional intellect, wrapped in the velveteen glove of realpolitik.

Let me, therefore, not insult the grandeur of your gesture by responding with jejune platitudes. Rather, I proffer this peroration: That I shall, with alacritous gravitas and polyglottic finesse, transmute India’s heterogenous anxieties into diplomatically palatable phonemes, calibrated for variegated epistemic receptors across hemispheric constellations.

Should this venture culminate in epistemological transcendence or geopolitical vertigo, I remain, as ever, your loquacious interlocutor in the theatre of national exigency.

With obsequious syntactic humility,

Dr. Shashi Tharoor😯🤔😀

 Prime Minister, Modi’s reply is here: 

Dear Dr. Tharoor,

Your letter, a veritable tapestry of linguistic acrobatics, has left my office both dazzled and slightly dizzy, as if caught in a whirlwind of Webster’s finest. I must confess, my team briefly considered hiring a lexicographer to decode your epistolary exuberance, but we settled for a strong cup of chai and a thesaurus instead.8

Your enthusiasm for leading the all-party delegation post-Operation Sindoor is noted with the same delight one feels when untangling a particularly knotty Diwali light string. Rest assured, your sesquipedalian flair will be the perfect garnish to our diplomatic curry, adding just the right zest to soothe global palates. We trust you’ll wield your polyglottic prowess to transform any geopolitical vertigo into a harmonious waltz of words, leaving international audiences charmed, if mildly bewildered.

As for your fear of jejune platitudes, worry not—your response is about as jejune as a peacock in a monsoon. I look forward to your oratorical fireworks, confident that you’ll represent India with the gravitas of a statesman and the sparkle of a literary rockstar. Just one small request: perhaps keep a pocket dictionary handy for our friends abroad. Not everyone has your… vocabulary verve.

With a chuckle and a nod to your syntactic sorcery,

Narendra Modi
Prime Minister of India


(P.S. My speechwriter wants to know if you’re available for lessons!)

Intent

 "The Amazing Power of Deliberate Intent" by Esther and Jerry Hicks focuses on the idea that individuals can shape their reality through focused, intentional thought. 

Deliberate Intent: The book emphasizes the importance of consciously choosing your thoughts to attract what you want in life. Intentional focus aligns you with positive outcomes.

Law of Attraction: It builds on the Law of Attraction—the idea that like attracts like—meaning your thoughts and emotions influence what you manifest.

Emotional Guidance: Your feelings serve as a guide. Positive emotions indicate alignment with your desires, while negative emotions suggest a disconnect.

Power of Focus: Where you place your attention grows. Focusing on what you want (rather than what you lack) brings desired experiences.

Practical Tools: The book offers processes like visualization, affirmations, and appreciation to align your energy with your goals.

In essence, the book teaches that by using deliberate intent, you can consciously create a more fulfilling life.

The concept of deliberate intent as popularized in modern New Thought literature, particularly in Esther and Jerry Hicks' "The Amazing Power of Deliberate Intent," centers on the idea that focused thought and intention can shape one's reality. This idea, while modern in its presentation, finds parallels in ancient spiritual traditions, including the Sri Vaishnava tradition of South India. Lets explores these parallels, particularly focusing on the concept of intent, devotion, and surrender in Sri Vaishnava literature.

Deliberate Intent in New Thought Philosophy

In "The Amazing Power of Deliberate Intent," the Hickses teach that individuals can manifest their desired outcomes by focusing their thoughts and emotions intentionally. The Law of Attraction, which posits that like attracts like, is the foundational principle. A key element is the emotional guidance system: feelings indicate the degree of alignment with one's desires. Tools such as visualization, affirmations, and gratitude practices are employed to align with positive outcomes.

Sri Vaishnava Concept of Intent and Surrender

In contrast, Sri Vaishnava philosophy emphasizes bhakti (devotion), prapatti (surrender), and divine grace (kripa) rather than individual willpower. However, the spiritual focus and intent directed toward union with the divine share a deep resemblance to the concept of deliberate intent.

1. Bhakti as Intent-Focused Devotion

In the Tiruvaymoli by Nammazhwar, the devotee expresses intense longing and one-pointed focus on Vishnu:

"uyarvara uyarnalam udaiyavan evan avan..." "He who possesses the highest and noblest qualities is the one who grants liberation to those who fix their mind and heart on Him."

This shows that divine realization is attainable through focused, deliberate devotion

2. Prapatti as Surrendered Intent

In Tiruppavai by Andal (Verse 29):

"O Lord, we have come to you with single-minded devotion. You alone are our refuge."

This verse reflects a conscious and deliberate act of surrender, which is itself a powerful form of intent directed entirely toward divine grace.

3. Power of Divine Name and Remembrance

From the Vishnu Sahasranama:

"Yasya smarana-mātreṇa janma-saṁsāra-bandhanāt vimucyate namas tasmai viṣṇave prabha-viṣṇave." "By merely remembering Him, one is freed from the bondage of birth and death."

This illustrates the transformative power of mental focus and remembrance, akin to the modern concept of focused intention.

While deliberate intent in New Thought is often centered around material or personal well-being, in Sri Vaishnava tradition, the intent is directed toward spiritual liberation and divine union. The common ground lies in the recognition of the mind and heart's power to influence one's path—whether through attraction or devotion.

Though differing in context and ultimate goals, both New Thought and Sri Vaishnava traditions affirm the significance of intentional focus. The former encourages the deliberate shaping of life circumstances, while the latter channels intent toward surrender and divine grace. Together, they offer rich insights into the transformative power of the human will when aligned with higher truths.

Benifits

 Completed the writing of sage Valmiki's Ramayana bala Kanda today. 21.05.2025. 

This writing gives me a sort of solace like a relaxation. It helps me in my reading of the sanskrit scriptures more easily and fluently. Gradually I hope to understand fully what it is conveying. Briefly I can say what is being said but an indepth understanding is still a wanting. 

The Bhagvad Gita writing too bought about a major change in me and my family. Understanding and roles became more precise. Everyone in the family benefited. Some times everyone can't find time to pray daily due to their various commitments so if even one person prays the family benefits. I can vouch for this as I have very well experienced this. So pray for the wellbeing of all the family the community the country the mankind.  Just pray things will fall in place. Don't ask for rewards they are part of the response. The well being positive attitude just slips into your life. 

I have also written the 4000 a couple of times. Vishnu sahasranama umpteen no of times. Udhava Geeta once. Plus other Sri vaishnava slokas quiet a no of times. My prayer book for upto a few years back were always hand written. Writing keeps my body and mind agile. Only way to make me grounded.  

Damodar.

 Damodar Kund is a revered pilgrimage site situated in the remote Upper Mustang region of Nepal, near the Tibetan border. Perched at an elevation of about 4,890 meters above sea level, this high-altitude lake lies within the Annapurna Conservation Area and is considered one of the holiest spots for followers of Hinduism and Vaishnavism.

The name "Damodar" is associated with Lord Krishna, an incarnation of Lord Vishnu. According to sacred scriptures and local belief, Damodar Kund is a divine lake where sins are washed away. The lake is especially sacred to devotees of Lord Vishnu, as it is closely connected with shaligram stones—rare black ammonite fossils found in the nearby Kali Gandaki River, considered sacred representations of Vishnu himself.

One of the most spiritually significant aspects of Damodar Kund is its connection with celestial symbols of Vishnu. It is believed that the Sudarshan Chakra, the divine disc weapon of Lord Vishnu, resides at this sacred site. This adds an even deeper sense of divine presence and power to the lake. Moreover, legends speak of a pair of golden swans that dwell at or visit the kund. In Hindu iconography, swans symbolize purity, knowledge, and spiritual elevation—making their association with Damodar Kund both symbolic and profound.

Despite the physical difficulty in reaching the lake—due to its remote location and high altitude—pilgrims make the trek with deep faith, seeking spiritual blessings, liberation (moksha), and connection with the divine. The journey itself is seen as a form of devotion, and the untouched natural beauty of the Himalayan landscape only adds to the spiritual atmosphere.

Damodar Kund is not just a geographical landmark, but a living symbol of faith, mythology, and spiritual purity. The presence of the Sudarshan Chakra, the divine swans, and the sacred waters make it one of the holiest and most awe-inspiring pilgrimage sites in Nepal.

Bajarang baan

 

 

Sri Bajrang Baan

Om Sri Hanumāte Namah

nishchaya prema pratīti té

binaya kare sanamān

téhi ke kāraja sakala shubha

siddha karéñ hanumān

Those devotees who recite these verses with love and unwavering faith have all their beneficial desires fulfilled by Hanuman.

jaya hanumanta santa hitakāri

suni lījai prabhu araja hamārī

jana ke kāja bilamba na kījai

ātura dauri mahā sukha dījai

Glory to Hanuman, the benefactor of saints. Please listen to our prayer. Do not delay in doing the work of your devotees. Please rush to do it and give us immense peace.

jaisé kūdi sindu wahi pārā

surasā badana paiṭhi vistārā

āgé jā-i laṅkinī rokā

māréhu lāta ga-ī suralokā

[Come running] just like when you leapt across the ocean, entered and then emerged from the expanded mouth of Surasa [who tried to obstruct your path], and on landing in Lanka sent the demoness Lankini to the heavenly abode by kicking her to death [when she tried to prevent you from entering the city].

jāya vibhīshaṇa ko sukha dīnhā

sītā nirakhi parama pada līnhā

bāga ujāri sindhu mahaṅ borā

ati ātura yamakātura torā

In Lanka you gave pleasure to Vibhishan [by meeting him] and attained the supreme position [of being loved by Sri Ram] due to Sita’s merciful benediction. Then you laid waste the Ashoka grove and dumped the trees in the ocean, symbolically breaking the knife of Yama, the God of Death.

akshay kumār ko māri saṅhārā

lūma lapéti laṅka ko jārā

lāha samāna laṅka jari gaī

jaya jaya dhuni surapura manha bhaī

You killed Akshay Kumar (Ravana’s son) and burnt Lanka with your tail. Lanka burned like lac (molten wax) and the heavens were filled by the sound of “Hail to Hanuman’s glory”.

aba bilamba kéhi kāraṇa swāmi

kṛpā karahu ura antarayāmī

jaya jaya lakhana prāṇa ké dātā

ātura ho-i dukha karahu nipātā

Why are you delaying now my Lord; you know what resides in the minds of your devotees, so have mercy on me. Glory to you who restored the life of Lakshman. Quickly dispel my fears.

jai giridhara jai jai sukha sāgara

sura samūha samarata bhaṭa nāgara

oṁ hanu hanu hanu hanumanta hatīlé

bairihiñ māru vajra ké kīlé

Hail to you, holder of the mountain! You are an ocean of happiness, wisest amongst gods and the most skillful. O you of indomitable spirit kill the enemies (lust, anger, greed…) as if they were nailed by the strike of a thunderbolt.

gadā vajra lai bairihiñ māro

mahārāja prabhu dāsa ubāro

oṁkāra huñkāra mahāvīra dhāvau

vajra gadā hanu vilamba na lāvo

O Lord! Relieve your servant by hitting the enemies with your mace as if it were a thunderbolt. Saying the thundering sound of OM, challenge the enemies and crush them with your mace.

oṁ hrīm hrim hrim hanumanta kapīsā

oṁ huñ huñ huñ hanu ari ura shīshā

satya hohu hari shapata pāyaké

rāmadūta dharu māru dhāyaké

O Hanuman, Lord of the Monkeys, I invoke you with the Tantric mantra Oṁ hrīm hrīm hrīm and Oṁ huñ huñ huñ. Strike the enemy in the chest and head. I swear by the name of Hari that all that I say is the truth. O messenger of Sri Ram, rush to attack the enemy at once.

jaya jaya jaya hanumanta agādhā

dukha pāvata jana kéhi aparādhā

pūjā japa tapa néma achārā

nahiñ jānata hauñ dāsa tumhārā

Glory to you, o fathomless Hanuman! Due to which offence is your devotee suffering so much? This servant of yours knows nothing of worship, sacred mantras, penance, or the discipline of rituals and virtuous acts

bana upavana maga giri gṛha māhīñ

tumhare bala ham darapata nāhiñ

pānya parauñ kara jori manāvaūñ

yahi avasara aba kéhi gohrāvaūñ

Relying on your strength, I have no fear anywhere – whether in the forest, garden, mountains, on the road, or in the house. I fall at your feet and entreat you with folded hands [to help me]. For whom else shall I call at this hour?

jaya anjanī kumāra balavantā

shaṅkara suvana bīra hanumantā

badana karāla kāla kula ghālaka

rāma sahāya sadā pratipālaka

Hail Hanuman! All-powerful son of Anjani and brave son of Shiva. You have a fierce and terrifying body and are the slayer of even the God of Death’s minions. You are always by the side of Sri Ram and are the benefactor of all.

bhūta, preta, pisācha, nisāchara

agni baitāla kāla māri mara

inhéṅ māru tohi shapatha rāma ki

rākhu nātha maryāda nāma ki

Slay all evil spirits: ghosts, spirits, hobgoblins, demons, fire, vampires, calamities, and epidemics. Kill all of them in the name of Lord Sri Ram thereby maintaining the sanctity and truth of the holy name.

janakasutā hari dāsa kahāvo

tākī shapata bilamba na lāvo

jaya jaya jaya dhuni hota akāshā

sumirata hota dusaha dukha nāshā

You are the servant of Sri Ram and Mother Sita. I implore you in their names – make no delay. The sky is reverberating with the sound of your glories, the mere remembrance of which dispels all sorrows.

charaṇa sharaṇa kara jori manāvauñ

yahi avasara aba kehi goharāvauñ

uṭhu uṭhu chalu tohi rāma dohā-ī

pāñya parauń kara jori manā-ī

I have come to take refuge at your feet. I plead with you; who else shall I call for help in this time of urgent need? Get up, get up, come along! I urge you with folded hands to swing into action.

oṁ chãṁ chãṁ chãṁ chãṁ chapala chalantā

oṁ hanu hanu hanu hanu hanumantā

oṁ hañ hañ hāṅka déta kapi chañchal

om sam sam sahami parāné khaladal

I implore you O nimble-footed Hanuman with the call of Oṁ chãṁ chãṁ chãṁ chãṁ and Oṁ hanu hanu hanu hanu. Strike swiftly like lightning! O Hanuman, you are swift. Whenever the monkeys roar, the crowd of evil-doers flee in terror.

apané jana ko turata ubāro

sumirata hoya ānanda hamāro

yahi bajarañga bāṇa jéhi māré

tāhi kaho phir kauna ubāré

Save this devotee of yours immediately. I get immense pleasure remembering you. Who can save one who is attacked with the arrow of Bajarang Baan (literally meaning an arrow as strong as a thunderbolt)

pāṭa karai bajarañga bāna ki

hanumata rakshā karaiń prāna ki

yaha bajarañga baṇa jo jāpai

téhi té bhūta préta saba kañpai

Those who recite these verses of Bajarang Baan are protected for life by Hanuman. Even ghosts and evil spirits tremble out of fear of those who chant this Bajarang Baan.

dhūpa déy aru japai hameshā

tāké tana nahiñ rahai kaleshā

Those who wave incense sticks in front of you and chant your holy name are always free from bodily torments of all kinds.

prema pratītihi kapi bhajai

sadā dharai ura dhyān

téhi ke kāraja sakala shubha

siddha karaĩ hanumān

Those who chant Hanuman’s holy name with faith, devotion, and love and always remember him in their hearts are sure to have all their desires fulfilled by Hanuman.