Tuesday, January 26, 2010

STRAY THOUGHTS

To day is January 26 2010.A day of pride and happiness for every Indian staying in India or abroad.To day I am feeling the spirit of our Rishis in Vedas
All be happy
All be healthy
All be courteous
Not anybody suffer.
But it is a gigantic task.But as a citizen of India ,This much is everybody's right.Every Government and its administration must see it is done.

LET PENSION HOLDERS CONTRIBUTE ACCORDING TO THEIR MIGHT:FRIDAY JUNE 18-10
Many Pension holders are eager to contribute to the Society through their valuable experience and expertise .Though not full time ,but on part time basis.If properly channelized its contribution to nation will be enormous.

SIKIM IS SMALL BUT BEAUTIFUL:This is not a slogan but true.If Gangtok can do ,why not Bhubaneswar.Let Muncipal representatives visit Gangtok and implement their scheme in toto.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Moksha Datta-A ministory

This occurred during British regime in 1942.British created quite large number of states governed by the kings.Kings had to pay yearly dues to British ; then they ruled the state to their whims and wishes.British does not interfere in their day to day activities.A small kingdom was ruled by Pratap sekhar Singh Deo.He was quite religious and,in every evening, Purohit had to come making evening Arti and then reads one Adhyaya(one chapter) from sacred BHAGAVAD PURAN.Raja and his family listens.
One evening ,a strange idea came to his mind.In the evening,when he finished the reading of Puran,he asked Purohit,Maha Muni Shukadev was reading Bhagavat to King Parikshita.Parikshit was cursed by a Rishi who was abused by the king when he went on hunting in the forest.He was to die in a week's time being bitten by the most poisonous serpent ,Takshyak.Purohit said yes Maharaj.Being very perturbed ,he invited Parikshita Muni,and asked ;is there any way to nullify the curse.Muni told no,it has to happen.So,Parikshita was advised to listen to Bhagavad Puran so that,you will be God realised and you achieve Moksha.Raja said ,if ShukaDev could make Raja Parikshita God realised within seven days,then ,you are reading Puran for last 3 months,I donot feel any change in me.So,listen carefully;I am giving one week's time,at the end of week,If I donot become God realised,you will be beheaded.If you become successful ,I shall reward you with a big estate.Now your time starts from today!
From that day Purohit became remorseful.Every night ,when he returns home he gives his wife,what ever he brings from king's palace and both enjoy.but from that day on ward,he was hardly talking with his wife ,always remained quiet and remorseful.Seeing this change,his wife pleaded to tell the truth.Prohit told her every thing reluctantly.After hearing the challenge,she told,I have a solution.Do not get frightened,do what I say and work accordingly without fear.The next evening, King told the Purohit that tomorrow will be last evening,up til now I have not changed a bit,tomorrow ,if you fail,you will be beheaded.Purohit ,with folded hands said,I have a last wish before death.King said granted.So he asked the attendant to bring a long rope.Then he told the servants to tie down the king with the arm chair so that he can not move his legs and hands.Hearing this ,all courtiers shouted,no no !,it can not be done.But ,king had promised,so,Raja consented to be tied down.After this,he asked the king to give him the glass of water lying in front of you on the table.Raja angrily told,how can I take a glass of to you,when my hands and legs are tied.Purohit told that Shuka Muni was a liberated God realised soul and king Prakshita was ardent listener ,because death was imminent.But in our case,neither I am liberated and God realised nor you are an ardent listener.I am reading Bhagavat for my family maintenance you are listening for ritual sake.At this,Raja realised his folly and pardoned the Purohita gave him an acre of land as gift.From that day,Purhohit also realised that woman has brain more fertile than him.

That is the truth.

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Thursday, December 17, 2009

My Family

My Family my strength, celebrating my birth day.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Simpleton Mrs.Mishra a ministory

I joined the R&D Centre of SAIL (RDCIS), Ranchi after serving NIT, Rourkela for nearly 17 years. Before me, Dr. Mishra .from NIT had also joined RDCIS, SAIL. Naturally, we were delighted to see each other and soon became close friends. Fortunately I took up a residence opposite theirs in the South Office Para locality. My wife and Dr. Mishra's wife became bosom friends.

During office hours, when we are out to office, they visited each other's place and had unending talks for hours on end. It looked, there was no substance in their talk, because they often seemed go on talking without listening to each other. Mrs. Mishra is a very simple lady and always had a smile smeared on her face. Whenever we visited their home, she used to treat our family very cordially. In course of time, she observed that, almost everyday our lights were on up to 11 pm. One day, she asked my wife, “what we do late in the night and our lights are on upto b 11 pm”. My wife told her, I generally, read late into the night almost everyday. She pondered, why the hell, does Mr. Mishra does not read at all.

After observing the course of this routine for quite some time, she gathered the courage and eventually asked her husband, “Why are you not reading like Dr. Puthal”. At this he chuckled and said, I am surprised that you, being an MA are not able to understand the simple logic. His wife was puzzled even all the more and said; “I do not understand all this. To me, you are lazy and whiling away your precious time”. Mishraji smilingly reassured her, "Oh! Lo how can I convince my darling wife, because Dr Puthal does not know things, therefore, he is reading. But, I know every thing, why shall I read. Mrs. Mishra now having understood the mystery behind the midnight lamp nodded her head and sighed; “Poor Dr. Puthal, I pity him; he is forced to burn the midnight lamp”.

A ministory