I offer my obeisance to you Rev. Sri. Sri. Om Swamiji 🙏🕉Thank you immensely for allowing me to use this space to speak my truth🙏Ever grateful to you. Wishing you much love, peace and good health. Hari Om 🙏
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The Big Shift:
Before moving to Rishikesh, I now took a firm stand that I would be looking after the business and I would take care of the finances myself and not beg for my own money from others in the family. To which the man readily agreed.
It was a big change and challenge for me yet again to be with the whole family after almost 7 years. Owing to their nature over the past 10 years, I just had to manage avoiding confrontation with them .
The big change in me was, I had become more assertive.
The only good thing was I started to look after the new business we got into. We had two showroom outlets one in Laxman Jhula and the other in Ram Jhula. It started doing great. The outlet was right at the banks of the Ganga which was actually the property owned by Sivanand Ashram .
My so called man now started travelling more freely abroad esp to Indonesia as Rudraksha was to be procured from that country in bulk and booked and shipped across in huge containers. Many of the ashrams demanded the same . It was a respite that the business flourished there was less of drama and some months were spent with peace too.
In his absence I managed the business well and this was the time when I started to meet lot of saints and brahmacharanis who visited our outlet to buy Rudraksha, Chandan , crystal and brass figures or other bead malas or gem stones for pooja. Tourists too added much to the the business.
There were these special moments when from Shivanand Ashram some monks would visit and sit and have tea and narrate incidents of Swami Shivanand or elaborate much on topics of yoga Dhyana . I would very quietly listen to them. At times were invited for the satsangs but I was not much inclined to follow anything.
What I loved the most was that I gathered enough blessings from the many monks of different ashrams, as I got to serve them free if they required anything from our showroom .
I remember an incident when Bramhacharni Bhavana Ji came to my outlet. She was a frail lady in her early forty’s. She asked for 9 gem stones as she needed them for Devi Sthapna and a coral bead Mala for chanting. But when she heard the price, she politely refused to buy it, as she did not have that much amount on her. It was but natural as many of them who had renounced everything , lived and just about managed with bare minimum staying in the ashrams.
But the couple of hours that Bhawana Ji was with me, we bonded really well. As she was leaving I packed both the things she needed for her pooja and requested her to accept it as a gift from my side. She was very touched by this gesture and we eventually became very good friends.
Then there were groups from different countries like the U.S. , U. K. and Canada. One such group used to travel every six months to India from Calgary. The one who headed was deeply associated with Eckhart Tolle during those days. The group comprised of intellectuals, Soul coaches , healers, Teachers etc. My husband would take these groups on Safari tours and then eventually he started to get them home for dinners or lunches.
They were so impressed by my hospitality and my attitude that they actually commented to my husband saying that I was a better and much more warmer person and that would like to see me included in their trips when they were in a India every time . And that was enough to trigger his insecurities. But now I was more like his lucky charm so he kept his behaviour civil with me thankfully.
I was honoured and made part of their group and presented with saffron shawl by them , which was part of their ritual and each one of them had it on them. I still remember at one point meeting a gracious lady Kavita Sharma who too was part of the group. She was the Principal of Hindu College Delhi and we still remain friends . Each one of them were very humble and caring. We used to go on Safari tours and have retreats camps deep into the jungles and also meet tribal people residing there. Getting to know how they lived there and reared the cows to how they protected their area from wild animals was an experience in itself. They were extremely hospitable. The adventures had so much to teach spiritually . At midnight we all used to gather in a circle, light candles and share the experience of our day and offer thanks and acknowledge each other with immense warmth. The picture above is on the banks of river Ganga ( which flowed right behind the garden area campus of the apartment we stayed in ) we often had retreats there late in the evenings.
It truly was very therapeutic for my soul honestly , to be amongst all these healers and life coaches , after having starved for years of good people this was entirely a beautiful world to experience . So Peaceful and serene .
This whole group used to stay put in Parmarth Niketan and sometimes we were invited for meetings with the Swamiji of the ashram there. Eventually our business terms grew with different ashrams and we managed to have great success and gained immense good Will and trust overall.
A couple of years rolled by and eventually we managed to buy our own individual apartment on a hill top that overlooked River Ganges. The evening Aarti at Parmarth Niketan was a treat to the eyes each day from that apartment and the offerings of the diyas in the holy water lit up the whole atmosphere divinely.
The beauty of the Holy Ghats:
It was equally refreshing to sit on the ghats peacefully for sometimes in the early mornings when I used to go to my outlet. Observing the Holy waters was such a learning of what life is all about. To witnessing different kinds of rituals being performed at the Ghats one could only feel humbled.
The Teachings of the Holy Ghats..
At one point there was celebration of a new born’s pooja being performed and on the other corner the last rites to immerse the dead body of a monk as part of the religious ritual taking place could be witnessed . It was a blend of elating and disheartening moments experienced. What is life in the true sense? Who are we? What is the purpose of our birth? How well do we live? Do we truly need a whole life to learn how to be kind? A truth , a reality that I had already experienced when I was only 19 years of age…
Much wrath of the Mother Ganga would be witnessed during the rainy season when villages would be washed with heavy floods and one could see bodies of animals and humans floating by.
At times made me wonder why so much of hue and cry humans create in day to day life almost rebuking, resenting at times even killing each other with their imbalanced emotions , when truth of every Soul travels and flows each day in the form of holy waters within.
If only we could respect and understand each other’s emotions in all humility it would be the biggest offering of prayer to the Divine . The Yatra continued.
And Time just flowed ahead …The tiny battles of life ensued …
Sunny was now in the eight standard and we planned to send him to London for higher studies. He flew and stayed for sometime with one of my sister in law who too had now managed to get a job there .
Another couple of years and finally we too decided to move with my daughter to U. K.
Couldn’t wait to meet my son after such a long time…
After all Dreams they say do come true, and faith and prayers do work, the very belief that love exists fills life with more meaning and goodness.
The journey of the flow , from the holy waters of Ganges to the essence of river Thames in London …what’s in store. To be continued…part 6
Thank you my OS family for your time and patience in reading my personal experiences through these posts. Wishing you all well 🙏
Jai Sri Hari🙏🕉