Reality.

 If every thought we held came true,

there would be no God —

for faith breathes only in uncertainty.

If we spent our lives clinging to what’s gone,

peace would never return.

A story that ends rests in God’s hands,

but man keeps rewriting the same lines,

unwilling to close the book.

The heart holds a thousand doors,

and behind each, a thousand thoughts arise.

Who will come, who will stay —

no one knows who belongs,

nor who quietly walks away.

To live alone is to live without sorrow,

but when two paths meet,

peace begins to tremble.

Where does life begin? Where does it end?

No one can say.

This is the road. This is the journey.

Its meaning — known to none,

yet felt by all who walk it.

Peace isn’t found in having everything go our way,

but in accepting what unfolds — softly, silently, as it must.

Ninaippathellaam nadanthuvittaal

Deivam yethumillai…

Nadanthathaiyae ninaiththirunthaal

Amaithi endrumillai… (2)

Mudintha kadhai thodarvathillai

Iraivan veettinilae…

Thodarntha kadhai mudivadhillai

Manithan veettinilae…

Aayiram vaasal idhayam

Athil aayiram ennangal udhayam

Yaaro varuvaar yaaro iruppaar

Varuvathum povathum theriyaathu… (2)

Oruvar mattum kudiyirunthal

Thunbam yethumillai…

Ondrirukka ondru vanthaal

Endrum amaithiyillai…

Engae vaazhkkai thodangum adhu

Engae evvitham mudiyum…

Idhudhaan paathai… idhudhaan payanam

Enbadhu yaarukkum theriyaadhu… (2)

If everything we wish for were to happen,

there would be no need for God.

(If all our desires came true, what role would faith or divinity have?)

If we keep thinking only of what has already happened,

we will never find peace.

(Dwelling on the past robs us of calmness.)

A finished story doesn’t continue

in God’s abode…

(When something ends, the divine accepts it as complete.)

But an unfinished story never ends

in human life…

(We humans keep extending and worrying about what’s incomplete.)

The heart has a thousand doors,

and in each, a thousand thoughts arise.

(Our mind is restless, always full of thoughts.)

Who will come, who will stay —

no one really knows who comes or goes.

(Life’s comings and goings are unpredictable.)

If one lived all alone,

there would be no sorrow.

(Without attachment, there’s no pain.)

But when one thing joins another,

peace disappears forever.

(Where there’s relationship, there’s both joy and disturbance.)

Where does life begin?

How and where will it end?

(We can’t define life’s start or finish.)

This is the path… this is the journey —

but no one truly knows what it means.

(Life is an unknown journey for everyone.)

The radiance of dawn.

 Chhathi Maya – The Radiant Mother of the Rising Sun

When the first light of dawn touches the earth,

when the river glimmers gold beneath the sky —

it is said that Chhathi Maya walks among her children.

She is the Mother of the Sixth Day,

the gentle yet powerful guardian of life and birth.

Worshipped as the consort of Surya Dev,

she is also known as Usha, the first ray of hope,

the divine energy that awakens creation.

Her presence sanctifies the world with purity,

discipline, and devotion.

In the sacred festival of Chhath Puja,

millions bow before Surya and Chhathi Maya,

offering arghya to the glowing sun

at dawn and dusk —

a hymn of gratitude sung with folded hands

and unwavering hearts.

The fasting women, called vratin,

stand waist-deep in river waters,

their eyes lifted toward the horizon.

No food, no drink — only faith,

for they believe Chhathi Maiya listens

to the silent prayers of the devoted.

It is she who writes the destiny of every newborn

on the sixth day after birth,

her invisible hand shaping the path of life.

To her, mothers pray for strength and sons,

for daughters’ well-being, for homes filled with light.

Chhathi Maya is not merely a goddess —

she is a living tradition,

a reminder that faith, purity, and gratitude

bring harmony between humanity and the elements.

As the sun rises once more over the river,

her blessings flow like gold —

eternal, protective, and kind.

The Divine Mother of the Sixth Day

Chhathi Maya, also known as Chhathi Maiya or Shashthi Devi, is a deeply revered goddess in Hindu tradition, especially in the states of Bihar, Jharkhand, Uttar Pradesh, and in Nepal. She is considered the Goddess of Power, Purity, and Protection of Children. The word Chhathi means sixth, and the goddess is believed to manifest on the sixth day after childbirth to bless and protect the newborn and mother.

According to ancient Hindu belief, Chhathi Maya is a form of Usha, the wife of the Sun God Surya Dev. She represents the first light of dawn — a symbol of hope, new beginnings, and fertility. Her blessings are sought for the well-being, longevity, and prosperity of family members, especially children.

During the festival of Chhath Puja, devotees offer prayers to Surya Dev (the Sun God) and Chhathi Maya to express gratitude for sustaining life on earth. The ritual involves fasting, offering arghya (water and fruits) to the rising and setting sun, and maintaining complete purity of mind and body. Women, often called vratin, observe this with great devotion, standing in rivers or ponds during sunrise and sunset to make offerings.

It isn't easy to stand waist deep in water especially after fasting to offer the prayers. God bless these devout woman.

Legends say that Chhathi Maya writes the destiny of children on the sixth day after their birth, determining their future health and happiness. Hence, she is not only a mother goddess but also the giver of destiny and protector of family lineage.

Chhath puja

 Chhath Puja (also spelled Chhat Puja or Chhath Pooja) is an ancient Hindu festival dedicated to the Sun God (Surya) and his consort Usha (Chhathi Maiya). It is mainly celebrated in the Indian states of Bihar, Jharkhand, Uttar Pradesh, and in Nepal’s Madhesh region.

Chhath Puja is a thanksgiving festival where devotees express gratitude to the Sun God for sustaining life on earth and seek his blessings for health, prosperity, and wellbeing. The Sun is considered the visible form of divinity — the source of energy and life.

It usually falls six days after Diwali, during the month of Kartika (October–November).

The festival lasts four days.

 Rituals of Chhath Puja

Day 1 – Nahay Khay (Bath and Eat)

Devotees take a holy dip in a river or pond and prepare a simple meal, usually of rice and pumpkin cooked in ghee, eaten after offering it to the Sun. This marks the beginning of purification.

Day 2 – Kharna (Fasting Day)

Devotees observe a day-long fast, which ends after sunset with offerings of gur (jaggery) kheer, fruits, and chapati. After this, they begin a 36-hour fast without water.

Day 3 – Sandhya Arghya (Evening Offerings)

Devotees gather near rivers or ponds to offer arghya (offering) to the setting sun. Women sing devotional songs and perform rituals standing in water.

Day 4 – Usha Arghya (Morning Offerings)

The fast ends after offering arghya to the rising sun. This marks the completion of the ritual — symbolizing balance between day and night, and gratitude for both creation and renewal.

Chhath emphasizes purity, simplicity, discipline, and devotion.

It celebrates nature’s harmony — the Sun, water, and earth.

It is one of the few festivals that worship the setting as well as the rising sun, symbolizing gratitude for both endings and new beginnings.

Devotees believe that performing Chhath Puja fulfills wishes and purifies both body and soul.

Sincerity

 “Never worry —

Do with sincerity all you do, and leave the results to the Divine’s care.”

There lies in these few lines a gentle truth — one that holds the essence of peace itself.

Worry is the shadow of doubt. It appears when we forget that there is a higher rhythm guiding our lives. We spend so much of our energy imagining what could go wrong, instead of simply doing what is right. Yet, when we trust that a greater wisdom moves through all things, worry fades into silence.

To do with sincerity means to act with the heart awake. It is not perfection that matters, but the purity of intent — the quiet honesty in every gesture, word, and effort. Sincerity turns even ordinary moments into sacred offerings. When we act sincerely, there is no restlessness, no pretence — only a steady flame of purpose.

And then comes the most liberating part — to leave the results to the Divine. Once the work is done with love and truth, we step back. We allow the Divine to shape the outcome as it must be. For what arrives is not always what we imagined, but often what our soul truly needs.

When one learns to live this way — without anxiety for results, without the weight of expectation — life becomes lighter, clearer, and deeply beautiful. Every act becomes a prayer; every outcome, a blessing.

So walk your path with sincerity. Do what must be done with faith. And trust that the Divine, ever watchful and kind, takes care of the rest.

Speach.

Parts of.

 

Bangaluru annama bai.

 Annamma Devi is worshipped as a grama devathe (village/local deity) in the Bengaluru region (now Bengaluru / Bangalore), especially in older village-areas. 

According to the local legend referenced in some sources, she was the tutelary deity for the area of “Bendakalooru” (an older name for part of Bangalore) during the time of Kempegowda (the founder of the city). 

The temple or shrine associated with her is located in and around what is now the city (for example, there are mentions of a shrine in Varthur / Devasthanagalu, Bengaluru) devoted to her. 

As a local goddess, she appears in the category of suburban or peri-urban tutelary deities of Bengaluru, alongside others like Kempamma, Patalamma, Mutyalamma. These deities traditionally link to village-settlement histories, boundaries, guardian roles and community protection. 

The fact that there is a “mahotsava” (festival) and procession in her name suggests she is still an active part of local devotional practice. 

The name “Annama Bai” might be a colloquial variation of “Annamma Devi” — “Bai” being used in some Kannada-speaking regions to refer to a revered woman/goddess. It’s possible this version is informal.

The exact origin story, age of the shrine, precise lineage of worship and how the temple evolved over time remain unclear.

Because this is a local deity, many traditions may be oral and vary across neighbourhoods.

Gratitude.

 *Sharing a beautiful writeup in gratitude of the Divine* 🙏

I did not *apply for anything*.

*No one recommended me*.

Yet, I was *gifted this miraculous body Without an interview, without merit; just pure grace*.

*Blood flows ceaselessly from head to toe*! Every *heartbeat a silent drum of life*.

I don’t know what kind of *divine technology powers this system*, but the *heart never tires, never rests until it's time to go*

Two eyes, like cameras of a *thousand megapixels*,

Capture the ever-changing *beauty of this world* colours , lights, emotions; all etched into memory !

A *tongue that performs ten thousand taste tests with precision*…

*Skin, a living sensor, feeling heat, cold, love, pain* a miracle of sensitivity!

A *voice box* that *expresses thought and emotion* through sounds of infinite variety. 

And *ears* that decode *every frequency from whispers of the wind to the laughter of loved ones!*

And this body made of *75% water*, holds firm - no short circuit or no leakage despite  millions of pores.

*I stand tall, unsupported by anything*. Even rubber tyres wear out on roads but the *soles* of my feet carry me through a *lifetime* still holding strong!

What an *astonishing, divine creation*!

Nothing *man-made can come close*.

You are the Designer, the Operator, the Sustainer.

Every memory, every thought, every ounce of strength and peace - all come from You!

You live within this body as the soul, the unseen presence that gives life and purpose🙏

This is Your divine play, Your masterpiece that lets me not just exist but participate in the selfless joy, the divine rhythm of Your creation🙏

Bless me with good sense and pure awareness.

Let my intellect bow before Your wisdom.

May I never forget—even for a moment 

That it is You who breathes life into me,

Who walks with me, listens through me, speaks through me.

Let gratitude be my constant companion.

Let awe fill my every breath.

This is not just a body.

It is a temple of Your presence. 

🙏🙏🙏

Gratitude